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Chapter 387 The Ape is defeated again
The poisonous smoke enveloped the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons. Even though the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons was powerful in her original form, she still could not withstand the torment of the poisonous smoke.

"呲呲..."

The poisonous smoke crazily eroded the scales of the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons. The scales were eroded, and the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons let out bursts of wailing.

Seeing the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons shielding him from the poisonous smoke, the ape howled in pain and his heart trembled.

The monkey opened its mouth and inhaled, and the poisonous smoke was completely inhaled into its belly. The monkey suddenly felt like a knife was twisting in its belly.

However, soon the Ten Thousand Demons Golden Elixir in the ape's body took effect, and the ape inhaled the poisonous smoke and used it for his own use.

The ape opened its mouth, and a jet of black poisonous smoke spurted out. The poisonous smoke was like an evil dragon, billowing in the air and quickly spreading around.

When Sun Wukong saw this, his eyes narrowed, his body swayed, and he disappeared from the spot.

When his figure appeared again, he was already thousands of miles away.

"The poisonous smoke of the Purple Golden Bell is very powerful, but this Ten Thousand Demons Golden Pill is actually so powerful. It can absorb the power it swallows and turn it into its own use."

Sun Wukong thought to himself, while staring at the monkey with vigilance.

At this moment, Zhang Xingye took out a cloth bag from his arms. This was the human race bag given to him by Maitreya Buddha.

He shook it gently, and the mouth of the bag opened, as if there was an invisible force attracting the surrounding poisonous smoke.

The poisonous smoke was like iron powder attracted by a magnet. It rushed towards the bag and was completely absorbed in a moment.

"Master?"

Seeing this, a hint of fear flashed in the eyes of the thong-branched ape. He recognized the bag and knew it was the magical weapon of Master Maitreya Buddha.

He hesitated in his heart, not knowing whether to fight or retreat.

At this moment, Sun Wukong seized this opportunity and appeared behind him in a flash. The golden cudgel in his hand was like a bolt of lightning, hitting the monkey hard.

However, at this critical moment, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons suddenly rushed out and stood in front of the Thread-armed Ape.

She used her own body to block the blow for the monkey. Sun Wukong's golden cudgel hit her body, causing her to fall to the ground seriously injured.

Seeing this, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the thong-branched ape.

He knew that if he did not retreat, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons might really be hopeless.

So, he turned around to help the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons and quickly retreated to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons.

Sun Wukong looked at their backs, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that it would be even more difficult to catch him next time if he let the brachiosaurus escape this time.

But he also understood that the most important thing now was to save Tang Sanzang and others.

Sun Wukong lowered his cloud head and saw Tang Sanzang and the three people below, their lips turning purple, "No, Master accidentally inhaled the poisonous smoke."

Zhang Xingye took out three antidote pills and threw them to Sun Wukong, "This is the antidote I developed, just let them take it."

Sun Wukong hurriedly fed the elixir, and the lips of Tang Sanzang and the others gradually returned to blood.

Zhang Xingye left in the clouds, "There is nothing to do at the moment, Pindao will take the first step."

Before leaving, Zhang Xingye gave Sun Wukong a chance to copy.

"System, copy."

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the seventy-two transformations of the earthly evil, the gods and ghosts, whether they are integrated. ]
"Fusion."

Zhang Xingye's collection of the Seventy-Two Changes has increased a lot, which is gratifying.

In the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, the Thousand Monsters placed the Queen of Ten Thousand Monsters in a secluded cave.

He used his magic power to heal her injuries, and at the same time summoned all the demon doctors in the country to come for consultation.

After some hard work, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons' injuries finally stabilized.

The thong-armed ape looked at the Queen of All Demons lying on the bed, and his heart was filled with guilt and self-blame.

He knew that what happened this time was caused by his own negligence. If not, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons would not have been injured.

He secretly vowed to find a better method of healing so that the Queen of Demons could recover as soon as possible.

Shortly after Zhang Xingye left, his eyes flashed, and Zhang Xingye discovered that he appeared in the Pure Realm of Yu Yutian.

In front of him was the bored Shuihuo boy. When Shuihuo boy saw Zhang Xingye, his eyes lit up, "Is there anything fun?"

Zhang Xingye took out a dozen comics from the world of Shenwei and handed them to Water and Fire Boy, "Don't try to predict the ending of a book written by a mortal, it's interesting to read it slowly."

Water and Fire Boy took the comic and started reading it. It looked like he was really bored.

Zhang Xingye walked into the hall and saw Lingbao Tianzun looking at him with a smile, so Zhang Xingye stepped forward and saluted, "I have met Tianzun."

Lingbao Tianzun chuckled, "You're doing well, but you're too petty. Take it!"

Suddenly a long sword appeared in Zhang Xingye's hand. The sword was three feet six inches long. The sword body and scabbard were all black, with green lotus flowers surrounding it.

Zhang Xingye was a little surprised, "Qingping Sword?"

Lingbao Tianzun said indifferently, "Since you know what this is, then keep it and make good use of it. Sit down and listen to my sermon."

Zhang Xingye was stunned, buy one get one free, is there such a good thing?
So he decisively sat down cross-legged and listened to Lingbao Tianzun's sermon.

In the main hall, Lingbao Tianzun sat on a high platform with a kind and solemn face.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through all things, emitting a deep and bright light.

Zhang Xingye sat cross-legged in front of Lingbao Tianzun, with a focused and pious expression, as if pulled by an invisible force, listening to Tianzun's words with concentration.

Lingbao Tianzun spoke slowly, his voice melodious and profound, as if coming from the depths of the distant universe.

He began to talk about the art of refining weapons, and every word was full of mystery and profundity.

His narration seemed to turn into a clear stream, flowing in Zhang Xingye's heart, causing ripples.

As Tianzun narrated, various auspicious scenes gradually appeared in the hall.

The sky was filled with flowers and auspicious auras, as if the entire hall was enveloped in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Zhang Xingye watched with fascination, as if he was in a fantasy world, feeling the endless charm of the art of weapon refining.

Lingbao Tianzun waved his finger lightly, and a golden light shot out from his fingertips, turning into a sword that shone with dazzling light.

He described the refining process of this sword in detail, from material selection to refining, from forging to quenching. Every step was explained in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, which made people enlightened.

Zhang Xingye was fascinated by what he heard. His mind seemed to be attracted by the art of refining weapons, and he was completely immersed in this magical world.

He seemed to see the sword gradually taking shape in his hands, and felt the endless power radiating from the sword body.

As Tianzun narrated, Zhang Xingye's state of mind gradually changed. He began to understand the true meaning of weapon refining.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and only the voice of Lingbao Tianzun echoed in the hall.

Zhang Xingye seemed to have forgotten the passage of time and was completely immersed in this mysterious and solemn world.

His soul was baptized and sublimated like never before, as if he had been reborn.

When Lingbao Tianzun finished speaking, the auspicious scene in the hall gradually disappeared. Zhang Xingye came back from his intoxication, his face showed deep respect and gratitude, and he bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Heavenly Lord, for your teaching!"

Zhang Xingye said respectfully. It is obvious that Zhang Xingye has a high degree of acceptance of the art of weapon refining.

Lingbao Tianzun nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

When Lingbao Tianzun knew that Zhang Xingye had already understood the essence of the art of weapon refining.

However, Lingbao Tianzun did not stop his steps, because he knew that the way of weapon refining and the way of formation complement each other, and only by mastering both can one truly enter the palace.

Then, Lingbao Tianzun waved his sleeve gently, and the scene in the hall changed again.

This time, it was no longer full of auspiciousness, but countless runes and patterns emerged in the air. They were intertwined to form mysterious magic circles.

These magic circles may be large or small, simple or complex, but each one is full of mystery and profundity.

"Shixing, you have already understood the art of weapon refining. Now, I will tell you the art of this formation."

Lingbao Tianzun's voice sounded again, and with a tap of his finger, a smallest magic circle fell in front of Zhang Xingye's eyes.

"This is the most basic spirit gathering array." Tianzun explained, "It can gather the surrounding spiritual energy. Let's see how the runes flow and how the breath gathers."

Following Tianzun's explanation, a whole new world seemed to appear before Zhang Xingye's eyes.

He saw that the runes seemed to be alive. They were constantly flowing and rotating, as if they were telling some ancient secret.

And the gathering spiritual energy made him feel relaxed and happy, as if his whole body was immersed in endless energy.

Seeing Zhang Xingye being so devoted, Lingbao Tianzun was very happy.

He continued to talk about various complex formations, from defensive formations to attack formations, from enemy trapping formations to teleportation formations. Each one was explained in a simple and profound way, making people enlightened.

Zhang Xingye was fascinated by what he heard. His mind seemed to be attracted by the formation, and he was completely immersed in this magical world.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and only the voice of Lingbao Tianzun echoed in the hall.

Zhang Xingye seemed to have forgotten the passage of time and was completely immersed in this mysterious and solemn world.

When Lingbao Tianzun finished speaking, the runes and magic circles in the hall gradually dissipated.

Zhang Xingye came back from his intoxication, and his cultivation level had reached the eighth level of Earth Immortal at some point.

Lingbao Tianzun waved his hand and said, "If you bite off more than you can chew, go back."

The next moment, Zhang Xingye returned to the scripture collection room in Tongbai Palace on Tiantai Mountain. In front of him was Zhang Boduan's Letters, which Zhang Xingye had not completely read.

Zhang Xingye sat cross-legged and quietly comprehended what he had learned previously.

The moonlight outside the window is hazy, and the lights inside the scripture library are as bright as beans. The night breeze blew out the candlelight, but could not blow away the firm belief in his heart.

Under Lingbao Tianzun's teachings, Zhang Xingye had already understood part of the essence of the art of weapon refining and formations.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the deepest part of the scripture room, facing Tianzun's personal teachings, and began to comprehend.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, immersing his mind in the endless Taoism.

The art of refining weapons emphasizes controlling objects with your heart and condensing shapes with your mind.

Zhang Xingye imagined that the magic weapon in his hand was gradually taking shape and felt the spiritual energy flowing in it.

He perceives every detail with his heart and integrates his own will into it.

As time went by, he seemed to see the magic weapon gradually becoming more flexible in his hands, as if it had life.

The method of formation focuses more on the control and use of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

During his study, Zhang Xingye gradually realized that the power of the formation lies not only in its own mystery, but also in the user's character and cultivation.

He imagined himself standing between a vast expanse of heaven and earth, holding magic spells with his hands, causing the auras of heaven and earth to gather together into a formation.

Under his thoughts, the invisible spiritual energy seemed to become tangible, forming brilliant formations.

During the days and nights in seclusion, Zhang Xingye continued to temper his mind and will.

From time to time, he was immersed in the world of weapon refining, feeling the agility and life of the magic weapon.

Sometimes he is in the formation, inducing the auras of heaven and earth to gather together to form the power of the formation.

He constantly tried to integrate the two, looking for his own true meaning of Taoism.

Time flies, and months have passed in the blink of an eye. During this period of time, Zhang Xingye seemed to have experienced rebirth again and again.

His cultivation continues to improve, and his understanding of the art of weapon refining and formations becomes more and more profound.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already shining with the light of wisdom.

He knew that he had gained something during this period of retreat and enlightenment. Not only had he improved his cultivation, but he had also found his own path to Taoism.

Zhang Xingye stood up and walked out of the scripture room.

The moonlight shone on his body, reflecting his tall figure.

He looked up at the stars, his heart filled with longing and expectation for the future.

He knew that this was just a small step on his path of spiritual practice, and there was still a long road ahead.

At this time, the four masters and disciples of Tang Sanzang were gradually approaching Pansi Cave on their way westward.

Deep in a lush and dense forest, sunlight shines through the layers of leaves onto the soft green grass.

In the distance, a steep mountain peak rises from the ground, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The four of them were walking on the mountain road in front of Pansi Cave, surrounded by dense woods and lingering clouds.

The air is filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, and occasionally you can hear the chirping of birds and the sound of gurgling streams in the distance.

The trees on both sides of the mountain road are getting denser and denser, and the leaves are covered with crystal clear dewdrops, like crystal clear pearls.

Tang Sanzang suddenly felt a little hungry, "Wukong, the poor monk is a little hungry, go and ask for alms."

Sun Wukong took out the purple gold alms bowl from his bag and said, "Master, please wait a moment. I, the old grandson, will be back soon."

Sun Wukong took the purple gold alms bowl and somersaulted away from the place.

This time I went to Ruojiu. Just because there was no village or shop in this place, Sun Wukong kept looking for him.

Tang Sanzang waited and waited, feeling hungry in his belly, "Wuneng, Wujing, why hasn't Wukong returned yet?"

Zhu Bajie waved his hand nonchalantly, "This place is in a remote place. I guess I haven't found anyone yet."

Tang Sanzang thought for a moment and said, "My master is hungry and thirsty. Since Wukong has not returned, I went to find a source of water to quench my thirst."

Zhu Bajie heard that Tang Sanzang wanted to find the water source by himself, so he stood up and said, "Master, why do you have to go in person? I, old pig, can just go there."

Zhu Bajie left on his own. Not long after he went out, Zhu Bajie heard the sound of water and the sounds of warblers and swallows.

(End of this chapter)