I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

After a while, Sasha leaned over again, but Sun Wukong jumped up lightly, and a cloud formed under his feet.

Riding the Mist and Rising the Clouds has already been performed, and it looks like you are going to ride the clouds.

"Fellow Daoist, go slowly!"

"Fellow Daoist, go slowly!"

Sun Wukong just made a show, and the tree spirits over there couldn't sit still, and immediately appeared in shape and called to stop Sun Wukong.

"Fellow Daoist's poems have a rigorous structure and a profound artistic conception. You really are a man of outstanding style and Taoism!"

Two old Taoists walked out of the forest on the edge of the cliff, one with a frosty face and one with green temples.

Sun Wukong took advantage of the situation to press down on the cloud head and fell back to the edge of the cliff.

"Two fellow Taoists, did this old tree in the mountain get the Tao?" Sun Wukong glanced at the two old Taoists and asked with joy in his heart.

These two veterans turned out to be of pure pink luck.

It seems that the luck of those few people is almost the same.

If the luck of these guys is all drawn, then Monkey King will make a small fortune.

"I don't dare to call it Taoism. The old and the old are indeed old trees on the thorny ridge, and their cultivation is not worth mentioning."

"Old Guzhigong, this Ling Kongzi. I have met fellow Taoist."

"So it's the two of them." Monkey King understood.

"Thunderbolt of the poor way, you two are polite." Monkey King was the chief inspector, without much respect.

The two old trees didn't mind.

There has always been a chain of contempt in the Taoist camp.

Taoist priests of the human race usually look down on Taoist priests of the monster race.

The two of them couldn't see Monkey King's heel, they only thought that he was also a human race, so this attitude was quite normal.

What's more, what Sun Wukong used just now was to ride the mist and soar the clouds, but these tree spirits can only control the wind.

It's not 01:30 in terms of technique alone.

Sun Wukong is drawing the luck of the two old trees right now.

He didn't dare to smoke too hard for fear of being noticed.

After all, the two old trees already have the cultivation base of the real fairyland, which is a whole level higher than him.

"Fellow Daoist Thunderbolt, I just heard about the excellent works of fellow Daoist, and I really admire him!" Gu Zhi said.

Ling Kongzi continued: "The old people like to recite poems most when they are practicing. They have a dissolute mind, and they admire the literary talents of fellow daoists, so I would like to invite fellow daoists to have a drink or two at home. I don't know if you can give me some pointers."

Gu Zhigong and Ling Kongzi put their attitudes very low, they regarded Sun Wukong as a human monk.

"I don't dare to accept it as a masterpiece, but I just post it out of my feelings. Since the two of you are so elegant, I have no choice but to be disrespectful." Sun Wukong said quite arrogantly.

He wants to maintain this arrogant posture now, so that it will be easier for the dryads to let their guard down.

Sure enough, when Gu Zhigong and Mrs. Gu Zhi agreed, they immediately beamed with joy.

For them, reciting poetry is even more important than practicing.

With the guidance of a master like Sun Wukong, I and others will be able to make great progress in artistic attainments.

Two old trees led the way with a dark wind, and Monkey King followed behind.

The old tree spirit admired Sun Wukong's cultivation skills more and more, but he didn't know what kind of skills he could run at such a speed.

Little did they know that Sun Wukong was just using his innate supernatural powers to run like a leopard at this time.

Not long after, the three of them arrived at a small courtyard.

There is a stone house in the gate of the courtyard, and a wooden sign outside the courtyard.

"Music Immortal Nunnery" is indeed Muxian Nunnery, but this place is within a natural formation in the mountains, no wonder Monkey King didn't find it when he looked down from the sky.

"Crack~" Pushing open the courtyard door, there is an old Taoist inside who is tending flowers and plants.

"Old Fuyun, hurry up and meet fellow Taoist Perak." Gu Zhigong opened the door and greeted the old Taoist inside.

Fuyun old man turned his head to look at Sun Wukong, but he didn't see the follower, but he knew that Sun Wukong was a human monk after seeing the eyes of Gu Zhigong and Ling Kongzi.

"Fellow daoist, you're being polite, old man Fuyun." The tree spirits respected the human monks quite a bit.

Sun Wukong also bowed his head to return the salute, but he also didn't show much respect, and Old Man Fuyun really didn't care.

"I don't know the true face of the thorn, just because I am in this mountain?"

"This! Fellow Daoist Thunderbolt has such a literary talent!"

"I admire you!"

Fuyun old man listened to Gu Zhigong talking about the poem Sun Wukong just wrote, and immediately fell in admiration.

"Tong'er serve tea! Serve good tea!" Fuyun old man ordered into the house.

Greet Monkey King to sit down at the stone table in the small courtyard.

After a while, two children served four cups of fragrant soup.

Another naked ghost envoy from a fairyland brought a plate of poria cocos paste.

"There is still one Shibagong and Xingxian missing." Monkey King thought to himself.

Sun Wukong chatted casually with the three old dryads, while the emissary waited for refreshments.

The Shibagong and Xingxian were still missing, so it was difficult for him to ask.

After chatting for a few words, Mr. Guzhi said bluntly: "Fellow Daoist Perak has outstanding literary talents, can you give me another poem?"

"Gu Zhigong's words are very true. The poems of fellow daoists are fresh and elegant. If I can get another poem from fellow daoists, it will be my great fortune!"

Old man Fuyun also said: "That's true. It's a pity that I didn't see the demeanor of fellow Taoist just now. Why don't you give me another poem?"

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===Chapter 967 Bibotan Pre-Cultivation Divine Art===

It is said that the little poetry Sun Wukong learned in his previous life has long been returned to the teacher.

There is really not much in the stomach, so if you stay any longer, you will be sure to reveal your stuff.

Sun Wukong had drained the luck of the three old trees at this time.

His luck is already blue now!

If he didn't want to wait for Xingxian and Shibagong to draw a slam, how could he have the leisure time to fight against the old tree spirit reciting poems.

Monkey King stood up and paced slowly in the yard.

On the one hand, delaying time, on the other hand, searching for poetry.

step.

two steps

……

At the fifth step, Monkey King has already thought of a poem that fits the occasion.

It's just that he didn't stop, but continued to move forward.

At the seventh step, Monkey King turned to look at the three old tree spirits and said with a smile:

"When the sky is about to dawn, there are always strange peaks to be seen."

"However, there is a peak that grows suddenly, so I know that Fudo is a true immortal."

After Monkey King finished reading, he looked at the three old tree spirits with a smile.

"However, there is a peak that grows suddenly, so I know that Fufu is a true immortal. This..." Fuyun old man looked shocked.

"Fellow Daoist becomes a poem in seven steps, could it be that Cao Zijian was reincarnated!" Gu Zhigong looked surprised.

"Fellow Daoist, this poem is completely natural, and it fits perfectly with this scene. Great talent! Great talent!" Ling Kongzi was also full of admiration.

Sun Wukong knew that Fudo was a true immortal, so he praised the tree spirit of Thorny Ridge.

Their cultivation is indeed in the realm of true immortals, and Sun Wukong boasted that they are both real immortals and true immortals.

Therefore, the tree spirits were filled with joy for a while, and they admired Sun Wukong's talent and character.

Everyone did not expect that this wandering Taoist who ran into him today would have such a poetic talent.

"Friend Daoist's literary talents can be called poetic immortals!" Old man Fuyun calmed down and expressed his feelings.

"woooo~"

At this time, the ghost messenger on the side actually burst into tears.

"It's a pity that Sister Xingxian and Senior Shibagong are in seclusion today, otherwise they will be happy when they hear this poem." The ghost emissary sighed faintly.

"I wipe!"

Sun Wukong was speechless for a while, knowing that the two old trees would not come, how could he have time to recite poems here to fight against them!

"Fellow Daoist, I have a poem, and I would like to ask fellow Daoist to point out one or two." Gu Zhigong became interested and wanted to discuss the poem with Monkey King.

Monkey King nodded with a smile and was about to take his seat when he suddenly turned his head to look at the eastern sky.

The three old trees didn't know why, so they all looked over.

Immediately afterwards, Monkey King quickly calculated with his right hand, and said in a deep voice:

"There is an incident at home, so we can't stay longer! If there is a chance in the future, the poor will definitely come to ask for advice on literary talents."

"The matter is urgent, Pindao will leave now!"

Sun Wukong said, looking at the sky and leaping, he had already set off and galloped towards the east in the mist and clouds.

"This..." The ghost messenger watched Sun Wukong leave without knowing why.

"I don't know what happened to Fellow Daoist Perak's family." Gu Zhigong frowned and said in a low voice.

"It's a pity that I wait for Kong to have cultivation but not enough strength, so I can't help one or two." Ling Kongzi shook his head and sighed.

"Just now I saw that fellow Taoist Thunderbolt's pinching and fingering methods are unpredictable. It seems that fellow Taoist Thunderbolt must be the true biography of the Taoist sect, unlike me and other wandering immortals." Old man Fuyun sighed enviously.

In fact, Sun Wukong has Mao's urgent affairs, and he will figure out Mao's plans.

He just put on a show and acted out routines.

In other words, if he counted for a while, his fingers must have cramp!

After leaving Thorn Ridge, Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, he hated dealing with these literati the most.

He didn't think that by plagiarizing a few poems, he could discuss art with these old guys who had been immersed in poetry for thousands of years.

Leaving from Thorn Ridge, after walking for half a day, they arrived at a rocky mountain.

There is a deep pool of clear water at the foot of the mountain, and beside the pool is a stone tablet with six big characters on it: "Ranshishan Bibotan".

"Hehe, it's Bibotan." Sun Wukong put down his cloud head and stood by the water.

He didn't know how to avoid water, so he didn't rush into the water.

"That little demon, come here."

"At this time, there is a fish basking in the shallow water by the pool."

Sun Wukong saw at a glance that it was the monster in the water, and it already had the cultivation base of Nascent Soul.

"What is the order of the Immortal?" The fish demon swam over and said.

Monkey King saw that it was a black fish spirit, and he didn't know if it was Naha running around.

"Is there a Dragon King in this water?" Sun Wukong asked bluntly.

"Dragon King? Although this pool is quite deep, there is indeed no Dragon King." The black fish spirit was taken aback, and then replied.

"It seems that the Wansheng Dragon King's family hasn't moved here yet." Sun Wukong nodded and pondered.

"In this case, you can go, and the poor Taoist will practice by the pool for a while." Sun Wukong sent the black fish spirit away, and he himself went up to the rocky mountain beside him.

Sun Wukong found a shaded place on the rocky mountain and sat cross-legged.

He received tree spirit luck, and now he has blue luck value.