"Perhaps it's because the two impermanent formers were two people back then, and those who learned their Dharma and Tao were mostly two people..."
After Zen Master Gu Yue finished speaking, he returned to his seat: "Those two people did not take action directly. I think they were secretly spying on the prince. Maybe..."
"The king has not taken action for many years. Where did they get the chance to spy on my methods?"
King Zhenhai tapped the back of the chair with his fingers, his smile a little cold:
"Then I will give them a chance to see what kind of master my brother Wang has invited!"
...
It is not easy to be a human being, but it is equally hard to be a tree.
A dying old tree, even more so.
Adapting to a tree is naturally nothing to An Qisheng, but when there is no spiritual machine, Qi Seed, or anything else available, the weakened soul makes this process extremely painful.
People and trees have nothing in common, let alone trees from another world. The worlds are different, and their compositions are even more different.
The Bodhi tree does not have anything like the so-called central nervous system of flesh and blood, but it also has a similar 'system'.
For several days, An Qisheng has been slowly transforming the Bodhi tree, instead of adapting to a tree himself.
This is not difficult.
Regardless of whether it is a plant or an animal, there is no difference in its most minute components, only the operation and arrangement are different.
By affecting this arrangement, preliminary material transformation can be achieved. This was already mastered by An Qisheng in the Wanyang Realm.
It's just that he didn't want to be exposed until he caught the mastermind behind it.
Not to mention the Emperor and Heaven Realm, this Immortal Realm alone can already make Gautama, a five-star supreme person who can be called a peerless figure, close his eyes and enter nirvana. Of course, he will not be without scruples.
While transforming the bodhi tree, An Qisheng did not stop thinking, constantly deducing the best choice he could make next.
It's hard to figure out all the clues, but fortunately, An Qisheng has always been a person who can tolerate loneliness.
"Mr. Monster, you, have you come to another world again?"
At this time, the three-hearted blue soul boy woke up from his dream: "Then, where is the giant python, the giant python?"
The Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy was born from information. In a sense, he was not a living being. He was the most suitable being to accompany him in dreams besides the King Quan Sword.
But when he fell asleep, An Qisheng could still stay awake, but this little blue-skinned monster was about to fall asleep.
But the reason why he was unconscious for so long this time was because of the impact of the giant demon's light of spiritual wisdom.
"Probably dead."
When An Qisheng came to his senses, he saw that the three-hearted blue soul boy had poked his head out of the Samsara Cave. He looked at the dark tree body and was stunned again:
"Mr. Monster, why did you turn into a tree? Also, your soul..."
The three-hearted blue soul boy was surprised.
His family was cursed by the Nightmare Hydra and was unable to practice at all. However, he had followed An Qisheng for a long time, so it was naturally impossible for him not to notice the weakness of his soul.
"A lot of things happened after that, which can't be explained in just a few words."
An Qisheng replied, feeling the three-hearted blue soul boy, his heart couldn't help but move: "You..."
Perhaps it was because of the darkness under the lamp. When he was thinking about it before, he never thought of the Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy. But when he saw this little blue-skinned monster, his heart couldn't help but move.
No matter what the reason is for being unable to contact the extraordinary spiritual machine, the existence of these three-hearted blue soul boys is also independent of the spiritual machine.
"What, what's wrong?"
Feeling the fluctuation in An Qisheng's mood, the three-hearted blue soul boy suddenly felt that something was wrong, and even became frightened.
"I forgot about you before..."
There was a ripple in An Qisheng's heart, and his soul moved and enveloped the struggling three-hearted blue soul boy.
While the latter was yelling, he began to sense the core of the three-hearted blue soul boy.
Faintly, he felt that his way to break the situation would fall on this little guy.
...
The return of the eldest daughter of the Qiao family made Zhenhai Prince's Mansion lively for several days. King Zhenhai held a banquet for many days and invited all the gentry in the city and even some big businessmen to visit the mansion.
The whole city was congratulating the little prince on his birth.
For seven consecutive days, the Zhenhai Palace was bustling with activity, and until midnight the lights were brightly lit and people were coming and going.
Amidst the aroma of wine and food are various congratulatory messages, wine orders are flowing one after another, and the guests are enjoying themselves. It can be said that it is very lively.
"Hiccup~"
Qin Honghai burped and stood up staggeringly. Before leaving, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then stumbled away amid the applause of his colleagues.
Qin Honghai was first a personal soldier of Zhenhai King Qiao Moke. He retreated to the border with him and is now one of the guards of the Qiao family.
He is extremely talented and extremely tall. When sitting, he is taller than an ordinary man when standing. He has strong muscles and bones. Although his cultivation level is not high, he is quite famous among the Qiao Family Nursing Home.
Phew~
After leaving the banquet, when the cold wind blew, Qin Honghai's slightly cloudy eyes suddenly condensed, but he was still half drunk?
He looked around and saw many colleagues stationed in the shadows.
The night banquet at the palace was loose on the outside but tight on the inside. Not only the palace guards were there, but also the scout masters transferred from the border army.
At this time, he was hiding in the shadows to protect the safety of the palace.
The seven-entry courtyard of the palace is not comparable to the seven-entry courtyard of an ordinary big businessman. It occupies a huge area, and the houses in it seem to be extending in all directions.
There were thousands of guards.
"Ha~"
Qin Honghai yawned, walked into the shadows, took over the position of his colleagues, stared at the surroundings with bright eyes, and stood ready.
Of course he didn't know who the enemy was, and the entire palace might be so serious about it, so how could he dare to neglect it.
Unfortunately, until late at night, the lights in the front hall gradually went out, and no movement was found.
Let alone an enemy, there is not even a bird.
However, Qin Honghai did not dare to take it lightly. Qiao Sheng's methods were cruel and if he made any mistakes, he would be beaten to death.
Phew~
At this time, Qin Honghai's heart moved and he heard the faint movement.
"Huh?"
Looking around intently, I saw a golden cicada lying on its back and eating leaves on the branches of the old Bodhi tree in front of me, flapping its wings.
"This golden cicada..."
Qin Honghai's heart moved, but he saw something strange about this golden cicada.
The Lingyun Golden Cicada is not a very rare spiritual insect. It is non-toxic and does not have any magical powers. Moreover, because it reproduces quickly, has good meat quality, and lives by accumulating spiritual energy, it is very popular among some gourmets.
However, the ordinary Lingyun Golden Cicada is only the size of a finger, but the one in front of you is the size of a baby's fist.
He loved drinking and eating meat all his life. Looking at it now, his throat couldn't help but squirm.
Such a large spiritual golden cicada is no less than a 'Qi Gathering Pill'.
"It's hard for your little thing to grow so big, just let me bear with it!"
After muttering softly, Qin Honghai reached out his hand, trying to catch the frightened Jin Chan.
But unexpectedly, he heard the sound of piercing the sky above his head.
"who?!"
Qin Honghai was horrified. Before he could have a seizure, he heard a loud roar in his mind and fell to the ground like a mountain of gold.
The last moment he fell to the ground, he was slightly dazed, and then he saw the culprit who knocked him unconscious.
It was a 'Bodhi seed' the size of a fist.
