[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

The ancestor didn't say who the person chasing him was, so Wukong tactfully didn't ask. Some things really can't be clarified.

"The calamity," Patriarch Bodhi told him, with a dim light in his eyes, "Wukong, becoming a Buddha is not the end, this is the calamity you cannot avoid. I am the same."

Wukong smiled lightly and said: "The calamity is the calamity, the 81 disasters have passed, this time it is just a little bit special, besides, isn't the ancestor by my side? Even the ancestor has a calamity, so I don't have any imbalance. "

Not only was he not unbalanced, he was, to be exact, very excited.

Patriarch Bodhi glanced at him and said, "Don't compare me, at least I haven't lost my mana, and the situation is much better than you. No matter how you look at it, no one is as unlucky as you."

Wukong rubbed his nose, and thought to himself that the unforgiving expression of his ancestor had not changed.

Shus was about to tease Qingjue and Qingyan, just when Wukong and the ancestor were talking about the same thing, he jumped over in time, pulled Wukong's sleeve and asked, "Senior brother, what is this place?"

"Wei family, there is a formation here," Wukong frowned and explained as briefly as possible, "We can't get out."

"Oh," Shus responded, even though Wukong said seriously, he didn't have any thoughts on the formation, he still looked heartless, "Anyway, the senior brother and the ancestor are here, the other Yes, it doesn't matter."

Bodhi found a stone slab and sat down, with an old god on his face, and when Shu Siqi couldn't stay still and bounced away again, he said slowly: "Do you know why I don't help you break the formation? "

Wukong raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Should I bear the fate of myself?"

"It's not just that," Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard, "Here's what you want. Breaking the formation forcibly will destroy it."

"what?"

"Ziyehua," Bodhi tapped Wukong's forehead, "Isn't all the spiritual power of you and the golden cudgel locked in that little stone? If you want to get it back, you need that Ziyehua."

"Old Ancestor, what else don't you know?" Wukong looked at him, he didn't have time to say everything before, and smiled wryly, "Sometimes I really feel that your head is almost full of eyes."

Bodhi smiled and said: "I can only talk here, you have to explain the matter of the formation by yourself."

Wukong nodded, if the patriarch solved this formation, what else could he do?The hard-won fun was gone, he paused for a while, and asked: "Then what kind of flowers have any characteristics?"

"Black, the size of a petal fingernail, this kind of thing can't tell what its growth habit is. It doesn't have exact growth requirements. It's rare. Its effect is unknowingly psychedelic, and even the gods of Daluo can't stop it."

"Psychedelic?" Wukong frowned, "I don't feel it, what kind of psychedelic?"

"When a person's emotions reach an extreme, Ziyehua will sense it, and then invade and intensify unconsciously," the ancestor Bodhi explained, "Those affected by it will unconsciously want to hurt others, and even more so. If it is serious, it will want to kill."

Goku didn't need to think about it any longer, the two lunatics popped into his mind almost immediately.

Wukong touched his chin and murmured: "Extreme emotions, including extreme love, extreme..."

"Fear," Qingjue went on, dragging his long tail from behind Wukong, walked to him, exchanged a glance with him, and said, "I haven't had time to tell you, when I sneaked into Wei's house last time, I saw A girl, her performance is very similar to Wei Yang and the others."

Extreme fear, when the girl mentioned Wei Yang, she seemed to think of something. She probably encountered something weird about Wei Yang when she was taking care of Wei Lixin, and when she mentioned it again, she would have that kind of fear. Extreme fear.

"Recently it happens to be the blooming period of midnight flowers," Bodhi tilted his head to look at them.

"How can I find that flower?" Wukong asked, "Is there anything I can't do?"

"Find the formation eye and destroy it. The rest is not difficult. You can do it now. You can go to him." Patriarch Bodhi closed his eyes and stretched like an old urchin. "I have to take a break. It took a long time to get here, and I have nothing to say about the rest."

Qingjue, who had recovered from his injury, had a great time playing with Shus in the pool. The two childish people didn't know which tendons were connected, and the place where they splashed water on each other was the only place.

"What about that person?" Qingjue asked, "He wants your life, and he still hasn't left in this formation. If we can't find it, the ancestor must know."

"Since the ancestor didn't say anything, it's because he thinks there's no need to care about it," Wukong shook his head and said with a smile, "but since the ancestor has come, the six-eared macaque has a keen mind, so he won't come again in order to avoid the ancestor. Make trouble for me, otherwise it is called asking for death, but the ancestor will not solve him for me."

Qing Jue pursed her lips.

"Without the ancestor, I can find him and kill him." Wukong carefully avoided those flying water drops, turned his head and smiled at Qingjue, "Don't believe me?"

Qing Jue glanced at him and said, "Arrogance, I'm starting to regret recognizing you as my master."

Wukong couldn't help laughing, and replied: "It's too late, if you enter my mountain gate, you will be a member of my mountain gate for the rest of your life. Unless you are reincarnated, don't even think about betraying your master."

The Bodhi patriarch with his eyes closed, after hearing Wukong's words, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, turned over, and fell asleep again.

When Wukong was thinking about problems before, he liked to hit the leaves with his magic power, one by one, which could not only practice spell control but also practice precision. Later, when he was in the Buddhist world, without leaves, he could only knock on the golden lotus on the seat. The petals are gone, and now it's even more miserable, without mana, Wukong used branches to draw lines on the ground instead.

Wei Yang, Wei Lixin, the girl in the green gap, the Qing Ling who suddenly appeared in Wei Lixin's body, and the night flower.

This is much more interesting than the dead and silent place in the Buddhist world where only chanting is possible.

The white dragon horse had just set foot on the "dead land" despised by Wukong. The Jade Emperor and Tang Seng were waiting for him. Fortunately, there were only two of them. "The righteous people in the Buddhist world.

I don't know what Patriarch Bodhi has done, this high-handed person who only wants to stay in the human world but is powerful is really full of secrets.

"How is it?" Tang Seng ran up to him and looked at him excitedly, "Where's Wukong? Did you find him?"

Bai Longma shook his head, and said: "I met Patriarch Bodhi, he asked me to come back, don't worry about senior brother's business."

"And then?" Tang Seng stared, "You just came back obediently like this? You don't even see Wukong's face, do you?"

Bai Longma sighed, and said: "I also want to see my senior brother, but the ancestor refused, he directly knocked me out and sent me to the human guardian's office, and left a word that I am not allowed to send someone down to look for my senior brother. "

"Wukong is my apprentice!" Tang Seng frowned and murmured, "Why don't you let us find him, Jade Emperor, come and comment!"

"Bodhi asked you to come back?" Jade Emperor raised his eyebrows, as if not sure, and added, "Have you seen him in real life?"

"seen."

The Jade Emperor lowered his head, put away the light smile that Mo had been carrying all the time, and said softly: "Since he asked you to come back, then don't look for it anymore. The other fairy Buddhas have gone down."

Tang Seng stared at him in surprise: "There are times when you are so obedient?"

"He is the Patriarch Bodhi." The Jade Emperor looked up at him. "He will have his reasons."

Bai Longma held Tang Seng's hand and did not speak. He respected Bodhi, regardless of his strength, he was extremely grateful to the ancestor for helping him solve the jade face matter.

But, why didn't they let them go down to see their seniors?

"When you... saw the ancestor, did you see a fan on his body?" The Jade Emperor walked beside him, and after a long silence, he suddenly asked him in such a low voice that he could barely hear, "Black The fan bones, the white fan..."

Bai Longma turned his head to look at him, and said: "No, the ancestor is only wearing a Taoist robe, which is white, without any decorations on his body."

"No?" Jade Emperor murmured, "Then forget it."

"But he has a little apprentice who follows him," Bai Longma said, "I don't know his name, it's weird, but very powerful."

The Jade Emperor responded, obviously absent-minded.

Tang Seng was still thinking about it, he was very concerned about not seeing Wukong, and even had some resentment towards Patriarch Bodhi.

Patriarch Bodhi, who was sleeping on the slate, seemed to feel something, sat up and knocked on his head, Wukong was still drawing lines with a branch not far away, talking to Qingjue with a smile, Qingjue Looking at him with his face propped up, sometimes shaking his head and sometimes nodding, Shu Siqi and Qing Yan were still having fun in the pool, and he was the only one sitting a little farther away, and a fat rabbit ran out of the hollow, Forcibly drilled under his white robe.

Patriarch Bodhi picked it up, chuckled, and whispered, "The time has come..."

Fat Rabbit looked at him innocently with red eyes. Patriarch Bodhi leaned against the stone wall, put his finger on his lips, made a hush gesture, and said, "Who doesn't want to know the secret?"

With a light wave of the hand hidden under the white Taoist robe, the air in front of Patriarch Bodhi suddenly twisted strangely, and the rest of the people were still busy with their own affairs. They couldn't see what was happening in this small world. Rabbit, as if feeling something, rubbed Patriarch Bodhi's palm.

The ancestor smiled slightly, and the air in front of him gradually condensed into a mirror, but instead of reflecting his own face, it was a door.

Someone opened the door and came in. It was an old man in a wheelchair. His hands on the wheelchair were like the bark of a withered old tree. Only his eyes were still shining with undiminished light.

That was the old head of the Wei family.