Richwit sat up and reached out to touch the cold and transparent round platform under him that could reflect the figure.

He spit out unconsciously: "Is this 'There is no Bodhi tree, and a bright mirror is not a platform'?"

Suddenly, clapping came from behind, and an old man praised: "Good poetry! Good poetry! It's really good poetry!"

Riyi jumped off the round platform when he heard the sound, bowed to the old man, and said, "Thank you for your help for your life."

The old man, dressed in dark green clothes and head of white hair fixed by branches, waved his hand with vicissitudes of life and said, "No need, I just felt the smell of an old friend on you, so I saved you. But, little girl, do you have the next sentence of the poem you just recited?"

Seeing that the old man was very interested, Lianyi said, "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing originally, so where can dust be caused?"

"There is nothing, where can dust be caused? There is nothing, where can dust be caused! Isn't that the case? Alas!"

Lianyi looked around, and her heart calmed down unconsciously. This place was like a paradise, surrounded by moonlight, green trees, insects and birds singing, and from time to time, small animals ran to Lianyi's feet and swaying around.

"Where is this? How are you here for seniors?"

"I am the Bodhi Patriarch."

"You are..." Lianyi said, looking at the ancient tree.

Bodhi Patriarch said, "That's right, that tree is me."

"What is the old friend you are talking about?"

"Fusang... we are all one of the five ancient divine trees..." The Bodhi Patriarch became more and more sad as he spoke. He said, "However, I am the only tree left, which has not been reborn and sprouted yet... The old friends of the past are them and not them anymore..." Bodhi Patriarch paused again, looked into the distance, and then said, "The chaos has just begun to bloom, and the most gentleman in the world has grown five divine trees, namely the spirit of fire Fusang, the spirit of wood Bodhi, the spirit of water, the spirit of gold, and the spirit of earth. The one you have is the spirit of fire and the sacred tree of Fusang."

"Senior knows that the Fusom tree is here with me?"

"I can feel it."

"here it is?"

"The center of the poisonous mist forest."

"There is no poisonous fog here."

"It's not that there is no, but that I have purified."

"The Bodhi tree really represents holiness."

"You little girl, you are very good at talking, much better than the rabbit foxes I raise."

"..." Can I be the same as a rabbit and a fox?

"Oh, I don't know if no one has talked to me for tens of thousands of years."

"Then why don't you leave here?"

"Because..." Bodhi Patriarch paused. "Oh, today is lively, and another handsome boy doll comes. The aura of this boy doll is as popular as you. Little girl, do you think I will save him?"

"Save." Who was forced into a desperate situation like me?

"Okay, listen to you!"

As the Bodhi Patriarch finished speaking, a rustling sound of leaves came from him.

In a moment, two branches held a coma man on the mirror stage.

"Jin!"

When Lianyi saw the man, she became nervous and hurriedly ran forward to take his pulse.

This pulse is weak and weak, and chaotic, like a person who has been sick for a long time, or an emergency patient... Is it caused by the poisonous gas in the poisonous fog forest?

The Bodhi Patriarch looked at Xuanyuan Jin, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, he thought without success and raised his hand and rubbed his temples with some headaches.

At the end, Bodhi Patriarch said, "Little girl, do you know him?"

Ribly nodded: "Well, can you save him?"

"It's just this little poisonous mist."

Bodhi Patriarch waved his hand and a green light enveloped Xuanyuan Jin. Then, Bodhi Patriarch's face changed and he said regretfully: "This child is not long."

"What does it mean?" Lianyi was shocked.

"His vitality is passing, and all kinds of organs and senses are depleting, less than two years..." Bodhi Patriarch did not continue and shook his head again.

"That's possible?" Lianyi asked.

Bodhi Patriarch shook his head and said, "It's hard! Let me think about it..."

After a moment, Xuanyuan Jin on the Mingjing stage coughed lightly, raised his hand to hold the collar of his heart, and looked painful.

Whispered softly.

"Lian'er..."

"Lian'er..."
Chapter completed!