"Am I that scary?" The old monkey asked helplessly.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, you have kind eyes, and you look like a good...monkey." The fat Taoist priest was busy flattering, and he didn't know where such a great god came from.
The old monkey smiled, noncommittal, and waved, and the little squirrel suddenly jumped up to the old monkey, with tears in its big eyes, and the squirrel fell down like a barrage of cannons.
The old monkey sighed slightly and gently stroked its head with a furry hand: "The demonic energy has been dispersed and all cultivation has been lost, but there is still a trace of thoughts about me."
Its hands glowed, shrouding the little squirrel in a hazy halo. The little squirrel didn't resist, folded its arms and curled up into a ball, its big tail bent forward, curling up into a squirrel ball in the halo.
The old monkey formed the seals at a dizzying speed. Only a little bit of purple light was forced out of the little squirrel's body. Upon seeing this, the old monkey took a white jade vase and put it in.
The blood of that evil dragon will definitely be a disaster if it remains on your body.
It then took out a small, crystal clear white jade cauldron. As soon as Hajime took it out, everyone present smelled a fragrance that seemed to make people ascend to heaven.
"This is……"
The fat Taoist priest felt that all the pores in his body were about to expand, and he couldn't help but move forward a few steps. The old monkey glanced at him and immediately made him swallow and stop.
The old monkey opened the cauldron, and there were actually two small golden dragons swimming inside. They looked chubby. He took out one of them, sealed the cauldron, and drove it into the little squirrel.
The moment the golden dragon entered the little squirrel's body, thousands of roars were heard, and countless avenue fragments gathered from the void and poured into the little squirrel's body.
The body of the little squirrel exudes soft golden light. At this time, there is no need for the old monkey to cast a spell, Wan Dao has already lifted it up by itself. Through the golden light emitted by the little squirrels, Nan could vaguely notice that there seemed to be countless ultra-small squirrels jumping around and busy repairing something.
The distant chanting sound sounded leisurely from the little squirrel's body. This sound was ethereal, as if it came from the ancient era of gods and demons. If you listen carefully, you will feel more and more blurred. Once you relax your mind, this sutra is like a clear spring. It flashed through my heart, and I was enlightened.
The golden light was restrained and condensed into a golden talisman on the little squirrel's body. It was shaped like a dragon, and then merged into the little squirrel's body and disappeared completely.
At this time, the little squirrel's fur seemed to have been re-scrubbed. It was extremely smooth, shiny and full of aura, making people unable to help but hold it in their hands and caress it.
"A drop of the essence of the true dragon's elixir will help you reshape the foundation of the demon clan. It's a blessing in disguise. Your achievements in the future will be limitless."
Real dragon elixir? !
Both the fat Taoist priest and the young man were shocked.
As a cultivator, the fat Taoist priest knew his reputation. The young man also read some sporadic records in some mortal classics.
The so-called immortal medicine, also known as the magic medicine, has the heaven-defying effect of life and death, human flesh and bones. Legend has it that they have different shapes and are psychic and intelligent. They are often rooted in forbidden areas in strange mountains and rivers that are difficult for ordinary people to enter. When in danger, they can fly to the sky and escape on their own. Only those who are truly destined may be lucky enough to get a glimpse of the whole picture.
The specific quantity of the elixir is not fully recorded even in the classics handed down from the distant ancient times. It is enough to show that it is rare in ancient times.
But now, the old monkey in front of him actually took out two drops of the essence of the elixir, easily reshaping the foundation of the road for the once dying squirrel, and even made another step forward. How can this not be surprising?
The fat Taoist priest cursed: It's a good thing, but it's a pity that I can't trick him, steal it, or beat him, alas! He was so close to the treasure mountain that he couldn't take away any of it. He wished he could give himself a few slaps.
The old monkey bowed to Nannan and the young man: "This son is my disciple. I was chased by that evil dragon. Fortunately, he sacrificed his life to save me. His whole body was beheaded by the evil dragon. If it hadn't been saved by the two of you, I'm afraid I would have died." Our master and disciple will never see each other again."
The young man hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Senior, there is no need to be too polite. I saw the little squirrel was seriously injured at that time, so I couldn't bear it, so I just took advantage of the situation. With a little effort, I'm afraid my role is extremely limited."
The fat Taoist priest understood clearly. The man behind Wanlong's Nest was the kind-hearted old monkey in front of him. I really don't know what treasure he took from Wanlong's Nest, but judging from the elixir he casually took out, this old monkey The treasures on my body are really indispensable.
It's a pity that if you can't grab the trap, you can't win. The fat Taoist priest hammered himself again in his heart.
At this time, some of the mortals rescued by the man in white were in shock. They stared blankly at the messy streets full of debris, unable to speak to themselves for a long time. After this battle, Yancheng lost about one-third of its population.
Many children have lost their parents, and many have lost their loved ones. The law of the jungle is the cruel law of survival in this world.
If you don't have enough strength, let alone your loved ones, you may not even be able to save your own life.
Realizing this, many people will join the Immortal Sect, search for immortals and ask questions, or even buck the trend and become a genius in their field.
However, despite the numerous immortal sects and extremely strict selection conditions, after all, they are not willing to waste resources on people who have no talent for cultivation.
Most people can still only return to a life of facing the loess and turning their backs to the sky, struggling to make a living, but there are still some people who enjoy it. They think it is also a kind of spiritual practice, and even write hundreds of poems that have been passed down through the ages and become a good story.
There is a saying:
Asked why I live here, I smiled and did not answer, feeling at ease.
Look at the rainbow shining through the day, bow your head and drink a cup of Dukang.
How high is the immortal and what can you do? What if it were Xanai Ruoruo?
I want to lie drunk at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, drinking peach blossoms in the spring breeze.
It is the optimistic and open-minded attitude of mortals that allows them, who were originally weak, to spread their branches and leaves on this land and pass it on endlessly. Within a few years, Yancheng will surely regain its former prosperity.
Hearing the sound gradually coming from the street, the old monkey waved his sleeves and robes, and the group of people disappeared from the inn.
