The beginning of the prehistoric era suppresses and kills the traversers

"Haw!"

Suddenly, a familiar bird call came from behind, and the stone monkey looked back in surprise!

"Little Red Bird!"

However, when the stone monkey turned around, it found that the little red bird was standing on the shoulder of an old Taoist priest in a black robe,

The little red bird's body is illusory, not real,

But that familiar cry was clearly the little red bird that had saved the stone monkey's life.

The old Taoist priest in Xuanpao had a benevolent smile on his face,

"Stone Monkey, do you understand?"

The little stone monkey looked at the strange old man and shook his head slightly.

"who are you?"

"I do not know you."

The old Taoist priest in Xuanpao smiled lightly, stretched out his hand lightly, and the red bird flapped its wings lightly and flew to his hand.

"I'm Little Red Bird."

Hearing what the old Taoist said, Stone Monkey didn't believe it.

"Xiaohong is so cute, you are so ugly..."

The expression on the face of the Xuanpao old Taoist gradually froze,

Coughed twice in embarrassment, and never thought that the little stone monkey would say such a sentence.

The old Taoist sighed softly,

"You really ruined Pindao to be more gentle."

"I am the owner of the little red bird, and I sent it to save you."

Only then did the little stone monkey react, and hurriedly ran over excitedly, wanting to take the little red bird into his hands.

The little red bird is also chirping and jumping non-stop,

But no matter how hard the little stone monkey tried, he couldn't touch the little red bird.

After several attempts, the little stone monkey suddenly burst into tears,

"The little red bird is dead, they are all dead."

"You are lying to me!"

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest in Xuanpao breathed lightly on the little red bird,

All of a sudden, the little red bird fluttered its wings, and it gradually became real, and even happily flew directly onto the little stone monkey's shoulder!

Feeling the truth of the little red bird, the stone monkey burst into tears,

"Thank you old Taoist!"

"You saved the little red bird!"

The old Taoist priest in Xuanpao just shook his head lightly when he heard the words,

"No, it wasn't me who saved the little red bird, but you."

"If you choose my way, then the little red bird can really come alive. Do you want to learn my way?"

The stone monkey seemed to understand, but didn't quite understand what the old Taoist said.

"Your way?"

"But it's yours, not mine."

"I can't learn."

As soon as these words came out, the little red bird that was still standing on the shoulder of the stone monkey suddenly collapsed with a sound, leaving only a crimson feather fluttering and falling down.

Shocked and frightened, the stone monkey held the feather carefully,

"Old Taoist priest, why is the little red bird missing?"

"Well, what's going on here?"

The old Taoist sighed helplessly,

"It's because you didn't choose to follow my way."

"Little Red Bird exists because of your choice, not me."

"As long as you recite my Taoism silently in your heart, the little red bird will come back again."

"Would you like to learn from me?"

The stone monkey was very anxious, naturally he didn't want the little red bird to disappear,

"I am willing to learn, as long as you can let the little red bird stay!"

"But, can Grandpa Monkey come back?"

Originally, upon hearing the first sentence, a smile appeared on the face of the old Taoist priest,

However, when the little stone monkey thought of Grandpa Monkey, the figure of the old Taoist priest also began to become blurred.

The stone monkey noticed the strangeness of the old Taoist priest in Xuanpao, and suddenly became nervous.

"Old Taoist, what happened?"

"How could you..."

The old Taoist priest in Xuanpao smiled lightly,

"Tongtian, come out, I know you are making the move."

As soon as this remark came out, the stone monkey suddenly felt dizzy, and fell asleep without warning, but even if it lost consciousness, it still tightly clenched the crimson feather in its hand.

Tong Tian's figure gradually emerged, looking at the old Taoist with vaguely unfriendly eyes,

"Honorable One is a little impatient."