Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 110 Longevity Tree

Layman Jingxuan blocked the blow of Zen Master Wuchao by virtue of his spiritual veins and ancient combat skills of gods and demons.

This surprised Zen Master Wuchao.

His mouth moved, trying to say something, but he didn't say it.

Neither the ancient battle skills of gods and demons nor the dragon-tiger sky-moving fist is the way of General Rolling Curtain, this is his doubt.

But he used [-]% to [-]% of his strength, and he didn't even repel a little angel.

Even if there are thousands of words, he can't say them.

Sanzang looked at Layman Jingxuan, with admiration and puzzlement in his eyes.

He also couldn't figure out how a little angel could block Zen Master Wuchao's attack.

But the facts speak louder than words, and Lay Jingxuan has proved with his actions that he is not a weak chicken.

Wukong and Bajie supported the crumbling "Sha Wujing", and the latter turned his head, and spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken internal organs behind the two of them.

Zen Master Wuchao's Golden Crow's firepower burned through his lungs.

He is still alive now, thanks to the insanely strong resilience of the Shura clan.

"Wujing has not retreated an inch and is already in an invincible position. Does Zen Master have to compete again?"

Sanzang said indifferently, "Why don't you just step back and tell the Buddha that Sanzang will live up to his trust, and he will surely get the scriptures and pass them on to the world."

Zen Master Wuchao's throat rolled, swallowing the urge to mock Sanzang with harsh words,

"So, the best!"

After this battle, I will only become the laughing stock of the gods and Buddhas, and I guess I will not have any part in the Westward Journey.

As soon as he turned around, he was about to leave.

"Got........wait a minute!"

Layman Jingxuan's broken gong voice made a sound that was unpleasant even after being ventilated.

"The poor monk is still there, he hasn't punched yet!"

What the hell?
Zen Master Wuchao's first reaction was not to look at Sha Wujing, but to turn his head abruptly, staring at Tang Sanzang with eyes that were about to burst into flames.

Did I get it wrong, or Sanzang, you are pushing an inch and tearing your skin apart?
Bajie hurriedly shouted,

"Zen Master, don't be as knowledgeable as him, he's confused, you have a lot of work, don't let it go!"

Among these few people, he was the only one who had a little friendship with Wu Chao. Wu Chao had a good eye before and wanted to take him as his apprentice. I don't know which nerve was wrong.

"Can you say that again?"

Wu Chao ignored Ba Jie and finally turned his attention to Sha Wujing.

After this incident, he suddenly discovered that this roller blind is very different.

To be beaten, not afraid of death, but with a stubborn temper?
"I want to punch, even if I can't beat the Zen master, even if it is... like playing soot, but the beating by the poor monk... can't... be in vain!"

Layman Jingxuan managed to finish speaking, already out of breath.

"You want to fight back? Come!"

Zen Master Wuchao's face was ashen, and he was confused by anger. He pointed to his forehead, "Hit here, if the poor monk frowns, I will worship you as my teacher!"

"it is good!"

Layman Jingxuan twisted his body and broke free from Wukong and Bajie's arms.

Trembling and trembling into the horse stance, Qi gathered in the dantian, punching the air like practicing military boxing.

With such a weak appearance, it's hard to say whether this punch can reach Wuchao.

Wu Chao's eyes were round and his expression was a little nervous.

It's really that the method of rolling the shutter is so weird that he even suspected that the opponent really has some hole cards, so he insisted on punching.

A few seconds passed, with the wind blowing all around, Layman Jingxuan stopped in the air with a punch.

Thirty feet away from him, at Zen Master Wuchao's place, nothing happened.

Not even a strand of hair was touched.

"Hahaha!"

In the end, Zen Master Wuchao couldn't hold back anymore, he laughed out loud, tears came out of his eyes.

It's so funny!
It was played by a dying angel who was seriously injured.

I thought there was some earth-shattering method, and after a long time, that's it?

That's it?

Wukong, Bajie, and Tang Sanzang also turned their six eyes to Layman Jingxuan.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The atmosphere at the scene was awkward beyond words.

Layman Jingxuan pouted, "It's a bit slow, isn't it? Then I'll speed up!"

He rotated the toes of his feet inward, speeding up the speed of mobilizing the power of the spirit veins.

He has exhausted all the spiritual power within a hundred miles around here.

But it was the first time to use the power of the spirit vein to launch an attack, and the speed and rhythm were not well grasped.

The speed was fast, and I was afraid of being discovered by others, and I was afraid that the accumulation of spiritual power would not be enough, so I delayed for a few seconds.

Finally, the invisible spiritual power flowed into the sea like a stream, and gathered at the feet of Zen Master Wuchao.

There was a roaring and thundering sound, like waves, and like a monster roaring in the ground.

"This is... an earth dragon?"

Zen Master Wuchao finally realized that something was wrong, and when he looked down, it happened that spiritual power was gushing out from the ground.

when~
It was as if a huge hammer had slammed into his forehead, and immediately he was twisted, his head turned 120 degrees, and he swung sharply to the right and rear.

But this is not over yet, and immediately after, Layman Jingxuan roared:
"Blast me!"

Boom~
The dazzling light penetrated the bottom layer, and the spiritual power accumulated for hundreds of years suddenly found a breakthrough, hovering and rising from the ground, forming an air flow visible to the naked eye.

Finally, at a certain moment, a violent explosion occurred.

Large chunks of rock burst out of the ground, blown to pieces in flight.

A huge impact drilled out from the ground, and the light was as dazzling as lightning.

Although Zen Master Wuchao was not afraid of this level of attack, the strong kinetic energy still made him unsteady. With a whoosh, a stream of light rushed high into the sky and sank into the clouds.

It just disappeared without a trace.

Only a blue-gray figure remained on the ground.

Looking closely, it was the monk's robe on Zen Master Wuchao's body, standing in place, like an empty shell cast off from his body.

Ok?
Sanzang and the others stared at the sky, trying their best to find Zen Master Wuchao.

"Well!"

After a few seconds, their eyes fell back to the ground, looking at the monk's robe standing on the ground.

"This monk is so cowardly, his cowhide blows loudly, and he runs faster than anyone else!"

Wukong snorted a few times, looked away, got up and took the reins of the white dragon horse.

There was an explosion just now, which scared the horse a lot.

"What baby is this?"

Bajie looked at the upright monk's robe, obviously curious, "Junior Brother Sha, hurry up and take it back, take a good look at it!"

Although the treasure moved his heart, it was Sha Wujing's trophy, and he didn't want to be misunderstood.

"The bark of the everlasting tree,"

Sanzang lowered his eyes, and said calmly, "Zen Master Wuchao is wearing it, which can block most attacks. Fortunately, the blow you just made came from the ground, otherwise it would not be so easy to repel him!"

oh oh!

Layman Jingxuan kept swinging his fist for more than a dozen seconds before he recovered his strength, walked to the monk's robe of Zen Master Wuchao, and reached out to touch the bark of the so-called longevity tree.

The blue-gray monk's robe fell down the moment his fingers touched it, as if it had melted, and quickly lost the shape of the monk's robe, transforming into a piece of bark more than three feet long.

The color is blue with white, and the tentacles are soft and delicate, as if there is life breathing.

This... good stuff!
Although he didn't know what the longevity tree was, Layman Jingxuan vaguely felt that this piece of bark was of great use.

"Master, what is the longevity tree?"

He humbly asked Sanzang for advice.

"Changsheng tree is just a general name. In ancient times, Jianmu, Ruomu, Fusang trees... many were called longevity trees, but this one is related to Jinwu, so it should be Fusang tree without a doubt."

Hibiscus?
"There is a hibiscus in Tanggu, which is bathed for ten days and lives in the water. It lives in the lower branch for nine days and the upper branch for one day."

"There is a buttress on the Tang Valley. One day it will arrive, and the other day it will leave. They are all recorded in Wu."

Layman Jingxuan remembered the relevant records in the "Shan Hai Jing". It is said that the golden crow lives on the hibiscus tree. In addition, the hibiscus tree is also the legendary gate that connects the world with the gods and the underworld.

He folded the bark and wanted to put it in his arms.

but failed.

When the bark of the longevity tree touched his chest, it quickly changed into a blue monk's robe.

The size, fat and thin are all tailor-made.

Covering his existing monk robe, there are some faint protrusions on the lining side, like the imprint of writing.

What is this again?
Inexplicably, Layman Jingxuan's heart twitched, and he remembered the story of Dongfang Bubai embroidering "Sunflower Treasure" on his clothes.

(End of this chapter)