Umbrella Travel To The Heavens

Chapter 350 Chapter 347

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The old monkey came to the depths of Huaguo Mountain, waved his hand, and a fierce black air billowed out.

The old monkey looked at it for a moment, with a point of his finger, the fierce and black auras gathered together to form a vague appearance, which was different from before, and it seemed that the birth of the spiritual wisdom.

The fierce black spirit just gave birth to Lingzhi, he was curious about everything around him, but unlike the stone monkey at the beginning, his curiosity was full of a desire to destroy everything, and he rushed right and left.

Green trees broke and fell to the ground, and the ground was knocked out of gullies by black air. There was originally a good green wild mountain forest, but it was devastated by it.

Not long after, the ferocious black spirit stared at the old monkey and ran into him through the air.

Seeing that the old monkey was about to break his muscles and fractured, and his life was not long, the old monkey waved his backhand, and a golden light was drawn out like a whip, hitting on the billowing black air.

The black spirit was weaker, and the old monkey’s golden light shattered his body. It seemed that he had been severely injured, and he felt a little bit afraid of the old monkey. After looking at the old monkey with a grudge, he turned his head and fled to the depths of Huaguo Mountain.

The old monkey was not annoyed, but seemed to be satisfied with the appearance of Heiqi, and disappeared after nodding.

Since the stone monkey boarded the bamboo raft, he seemed to be lucky, and for several days it was in the southeast wind direction, which sent him all the way to Nandanbuzhou.

On the coast, several fishermen and women were fishing, scouring salt, digging for clams, stone monkeys stepped forward, raised their arms, and yelled, scaring them to throw their baskets and nets and run around.

The stone monkey rolled his eyes, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he caught up with a slow runner. He dragged him down, stripped his clothes and put on him, learning the way people walk, swaying, and walking to the fishing village.

When the stone monkey was still in Huaguo Mountain, it was called the Monkey King by the group of monkeys. It also had a six-to-seven appearance, but from a human point of view, it was actually an ugly and ugly monster.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough. He raised his arms and roared strangely, and he could scare three or four stout fishermen to the point that they didn’t even need the net.

The weird thing is that since the stone monkey put on his clothes and entered the fishing village, he did not scare anyone anymore. On the contrary, a few people from the fishing village came forward and asked him where he came from. Intimacy and enthusiasm.

In the mundane world, the stone monkey learns the language and etiquette, walks the streets and alleys all day long, through the mountains and forests, and keeps walking. Isshin wants to find a true immortal and learns the art of immortality.

It took him eight or nine years to cross the southern part of the continent and reach the western sea.

Stone Monkey recalled that he had walked all the way, and all the people he saw were Isshin’s fame and fortune. He hadn’t found a true immortal, and he had never even seen anyone who yearned for the road like him.

Stone Monkey shook his head, thinking about going overseas to find immortals. This time he made a raft and drove through West Blue to Hezhou, Xiniu.

Unconsciously, it was another two or three years. On this day, a stone monkey walking in the wild suddenly saw a beautiful high mountain and walked to a quiet place in the deep forest, and suddenly heard a singing.

“Watching chess is rotten, cutting wood and dingding, traveling by Taniguchi in the cloud, selling salaries and wine, laughing wildly and self-sufficiently, green path autumn is high, resting on the moon with pine roots, and dawning. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, hold the axe to break Withered vine.”

“The harvest is a load. In the song market, the rice is three liters, and there is no self-competition. The current prices are flat, there will be no tactics, no honor or disgrace, calm and prolonged life, where the meeting is, the immortal is the way, sitting and talking about Huang Ting .”

When Stone Monkey listened to this song, he talked about cutting wood and selling money. These things are too vulgar, but there is a sense of chic and comfortable everywhere.

Especially when he heard the second half of the chant, Stone Monkey was even more happy and hurriedly searched for it.

Deep in the forest is a woodcutter wearing a commoner and wearing straw sandals, cutting down a dead tree, one after another.

Before Stone Monkey walked in, he opened his mouth and shouted: “Old god, old god, disciple is polite here!”

The woodcutter seemed to be almost astonished by the words of the stone monkey and dropped his axe to the ground, then turned around and said: “You don’t dare to talk nonsense, don’t you dare to talk nonsense, how can I be the word for immortal, a rough man with imperfect clothes.”

The stone monkey said again: “I just heard you sing, “The place where you meet is not the immortal or the Tao, sit and talk about Huang Ting”. Huang Ting Jing is the Taoist scripture, how do ordinary people understand it.”

The woodcutter smiled and said, “You tell me, this word is called Man Tingfang. It was taught to me by a deity. The deity is next to me. He saw that my housework was hard and there were a lot of troubles, so he taught me to worry again. At that time, I just read the word, one to relax, and the other to relieve fatigue. I was tired of logging just now, and then I started singing again, not wanting to be misunderstood by you.”

The Monkey King felt quite strange: “It is a great blessing for you to be a neighbor to the gods. In that case, why not practice with him and learn the technique of immortality? It’s wonderful.”

He walked this way, after more than ten years, looking for immortals and visiting Taoism, but couldn’t ask for it.

As a result, the woodcutter has always been neighbors with the gods, and the Changsheng Avenue is within reach, but he did not follow the gods to practice cultivation. Instead, he was cutting logs here. What do you think?

The woodcutter shook his head and said: “My life is bitter and I am stupid by nature. I was only sensible when I was eight or nine years old. I am thankful that my parents did not think that I was stupid and abandoned me, and they took pains to raise me to adulthood. My father unfortunately died a few years ago, and I was left. Mother alone. There are no brothers and sisters in the family. I want to cut trees for money and support my mother in the family. I dare not leave for a moment. So I can’t go to practice.”

The stone monkey has a little admiration in his voice: “As you say, you are really a filial person, and you will be blessed in the future. I hope you can point me to where the gods are, so I can visit and learn the Tao.”

The woodcutter stretched out his hand and pointed horizontally: “Not far, not far. The name of this mountain is Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. There is a three-star cave in Yamanaka. There is a god in the cave named Bodhi Patriarch. A few, there are still three or four people following him to practice. You follow that path and walk seven or eight miles south, that’s it.”

The Monkey King grabbed the woodcutter and said, “Brother, I hope you can go with me. If I can worship the gods, I will never forget your kindness of guidance.”

Who knows that the woodcutter broke away from the stone monkey, a little unhappy: “You man, I don’t know how to change. I have just told you in detail, don’t you know. The road of seven or eight miles, if I am with you If I go, won’t I delay my logging. If I don’t get the money, how do I provide for the elderly, I have to chop the trees, you go, go by yourself.”

The stone monkey was a little surprised, as if being impatiently spoken, it was the first time.

Seeing that the woodcutter started to cut down the tree again regardless of him, the stone monkey had no choice but to walk out of the deep forest alone, find the path that the woodcutter said, and walked south along the path.

At this moment, Li Xiu opened his eyes on a bluestone three hundred miles away, and his face showed a different color.

Over the past ten years, since Monkey King went to sea, he followed from a distance, using the six-eared magic power he had awakened not long ago, monitoring him and discovering so many clues.