Traverser Management System

The Bone Spirit didn't bother to pay attention to these little monsters, and immediately dismissed all of them.

Originally, she was only the king in this mountain, living a life of peace of mind, but now suddenly she has a better technique in her hands, and she naturally has to practice diligently.

After starting to practice the tactics, wherever you have the time to take care of the little monsters under your command, you can simply dismiss it and just practice with peace of mind.

In the hundred years since then, the Bone Essence never showed up within this 10,000 li radius. She sealed her Dong Mansion directly, and one person practiced the soul separation method Zheng Yu gave her in the Dong Mansion.

After another hundred years, the White Bone Spirit felt that his method of dividing souls had been cultivated to a great extent, and then he divided his soul into two, hiding one of them.

She didn't know when the great immortal who bestowed her cultivation technique would find her again, and she was worrying that her magic power hadn't increased.

I don't know when it started, but the surrounding monsters gradually increased, and each one was more fierce than the other.

The heart of Bone's meticulous enhancement of mana became more and more urgent, she wanted to increase her realm again, otherwise even her current hill would not be able to keep.

At this moment on the other side.

This mountain is like five fingers, standing on top of each other, like the Optimus Prime. From a distance, it looks like a huge palm standing on the ground.

Right at the foot of this mountain, a guy with only a monkey head and one arm was barking with a young monk on the opposite side.

"The eating and drinking of those ten years was really well managed. You copied all the tactics on my old grandson's body, and it was exchanged for another 100 years."

Monkey King grinned with a finger upright, gestured for numbers, then took out a gleaming embroidery needle in his right ear, and threw it in front of the little monk.

"After my grandson comes out, I will have to do 100 years of work for you. Now my grandson has nothing more than this golden hoop. You love to change it or not!"

Zheng Yu squatted in front of Monkey King, took out a bottle of wine from his baggage and stuffed it into Monkey King's hand.

Then he folded his palms together and whispered the Buddha's name, and said silently to Monkey King: "What does the poor monk want your golden cudgel to do? The matter of fighting and killing is not suitable for the poor monk. Half of the merits of the gods are given to the poor monk, and the poor monk will take care of your eating and drinking for 100 years.

Sun Wukong has known since he learned the Tao that things like Heaven's Tao merits can't be found. If you say that you can't do the great good deeds when you can't do it, Heaven's Tao will feel a little lower.

Monkey King silently thought in his heart, as if he had done nothing good since his debut.

I am afraid that apart from punishment, there will never be any virtues of heaven.

But what if oneself gained the merits of heaven at any time? Is it true that half of it should be given to this little monk?

He scratched his head, and suddenly remembered the scene when he was suppressed by the Buddha at the foot of the Wuzhi Mountain, and said angrily: "Okay, you little monk! At first I thought you were a mortal womb, you won't live long, how can I know you? Lived for year after year. Until now, as far as I know, you have lived for 200 years, and they all say that these monks love to deceive people, and you have the same virtue as your boss."

That's true. Monkey King's previous ten years were delicious and delicious. How could he fill his belly for one month each year?

When Zheng Yu left, he would still leave him some drinks, even if he was lying alone under the mountain and drank a sip of wine every few days, these bottles of wine could last a year.

But gradually, the monkey felt wrong. The ten years have come. When the little monk came for the last time, he left him a drink and was ready to leave.

Wherever the monkeys were willing to do it, they immediately signed various asymmetric treaties, and signed them alive for another ten years.

In this way, the frog was boiled in warm water, and the monkey explained all his abilities one by one.

Although these things are of no use to Zheng Yu, he can change them in the system, but after all, changing these things needs to cost the original source, and the things that are worthless are a bit worthwhile.

Just use this method of boiling the frog in warm water to familiarize Monkey King with this mode. When the time comes to make Monkey King irreplaceable, he still wants to eat and drink, he has to take out some other things.

Just now, Sun Wukong made Zheng Yu puzzled by a sentence. He thought for a long time, but he didn't figure out who his boss was. Could it be that Monkey King had recovered his magic power to see his true body?

But thinking about it is not right. Looking at Monkey King's hippie smiling face, and the stone stuck around him, it doesn't look like regaining mana.

Zheng Yu touched his bright bald head, blinked his eyes, and asked a little surprised: "My boss?"

Sun Wukong immediately rolled his eyes and thought in his heart: This little monk is a silly monk. He has been a monk for 200 years. Until now, he doesn't even know who his boss is?

But since the other party had already asked, he had no choice but to say it.

However, Zheng Yu could smell the sourness that came out of this sentence even if it was a few meters away.

"It's the Tathagata Buddha who deceived my grandson at the beginning. After deceiving, he was crushed under the Five Finger Mountain. Then I met you. Once I deceived my grandson for hundreds of years, isn't it?

Zheng Yu smiled, watching the monkey drank the last bottle of wine, and said to him, "No matter who pressed you here, I have never lied to you in the past 200 years. It has always been good. What's so unsatisfactory to offer you food and drink, just to change some small things for you?"

If it hadn't been for Monkey King to be crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain and unable to move at all, he would definitely jump up at this moment and hit Zheng Yu's bald head with his golden cudgel.

Are there fewer things that have been replaced in the past 200 years? My life is free, so I am controlled by the Five Finger Mountain, but when the Five Finger Mountain opens, I have to guard the little monk after I go out, and guard him for 100 years.

He also copied out all his tactics and handed them over to him, as well as some messy regulations and various treaties.

Sometimes the two talked and talked, and when the little monk remembered something, they made a deal with Monkey King. Until now, Monkey King himself didn't know how many things were traded.

Anyway, Sun Wukong didn't care anymore. He was under the pressure of the Five Finger Mountain, and he didn't even have personal freedom. For hundreds of years, he was able to live a life with good food and drink.