Journey to the West: Deconstruct Bodhi at the Start, My Mythical Da Luo

Chapter 8 Sun Wukong: I really want to try it (seeking flowers for a monthly pass)

Fangcunshan in the hut.

After Sun Wukong came, Ye Qingyang really relaxed a lot.

On weekdays, he does all these housework and farm work by himself.

Now that I have Sun Wukong, I leave it all to him.

Feed chickens, feed cats, weeding, and fertilizing.

Wash vegetables, chop wood, grind ink, wash pens.

No need for Ye Qingyang to do it himself.

Speaking of which, it is good to take in this monkey as a long-term worker.

Only occasionally Ye Qingyang feels guilty.

He always feels like exploiting this monkey…

But Sun Wukong himself didn’t feel it at all.

At this time, Ye Qingyang was sitting in his small courtyard leisurely drinking tea.

Sun Wukong is weeding in the backyard.

While weeding, chattering:

“It’s worthy of the place where the gods live”

“The outside looks dilapidated, but the inside is like a fairyland.”

“It looks much better than my Huaguo Mountain.”

He found that he was full of energy since entering this hut.

After doing a lot of things, I didn’t even feel tired at all. On the contrary, I felt a steady flow of power in my body.

He is a natural stone monkey, and he has a natural affinity for the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Even if the gong body is not operating, the body will absorb the aura on its own.

Then it accumulates in him.

At the same time, the vegetables, flowers and plants here are extraordinarily luxuriant, not only that, but they are also full of ghosts.

Although Sun Wukong has not seen much in the world, he still dared to conclude that the extraordinary products planted here.

Maybe one bite can make you soar in the day and become immortal right away.

But Sun Wukong swallowed and held back.

“It’s really unwise to offend the gods for a while!”

“As long as the gods are willing to let me stay here, what can’t I get? Why steal food and ruin my reputation.”

Sun Wukong persuaded himself in his heart.

After thinking about it, he started weeding again.

After passing through a stubble of Lingguo Lingcai, he couldn’t help but start to think again.

“If you can eat Lingguo Lingcai every day, can you be as powerful as the master of the gods?”

Then he looked at the weed in his hand.

“How do these weeds look delicious…”

“Or I’ll take a bite… Take a bite to see what it tastes like.”

“And this is weed, not stealing from the master…”

With that said, Sun Wukong looked around and slammed a handful of weeds into his mouth.

The grass is bitter in the mouth.

The smell is very unpleasant.

Just when he couldn’t help but vomit.

The grass magically turned into juice and poured into his body from his mouth.

Then a warm current surged from his dantian and ran towards his limbs and internal organs.

Make him very comfortable.

If he can look inside, he can see.

In his body, a large amount of Shen Xi has already gathered.

Nourishing and changing his body.

At the same time, Sun Wukong also felt a huge force surging in his body.

In the old days in the mountains and forests, they were always chased by tigers and leopards and other wild animals.

But now, he feels that he can fight the Liger.

After Sun Wukong felt the benefits.

Just prepare to pull out another handful of weeds to eat.

“Ouch!”

He just bent down.

The ass was like being stabbed with a sword.

The sharp pain made him jump up abruptly.

Turning his head, he saw the arrogant… old hen.

He has seen this creature.

I traveled all the way from Dongsheng Shenzhou to Xiniu Hezhou, and I have seen this kind of creature in human cities.

But it seems to be used for…eating.

Even he stole a chicken leg to eat.

That taste, tusk, better than bananas.

Is it possible that the gods raise this chicken for food?

Thinking about this, Sun Wukong looked at the old hen with a weird look, and then couldn’t help leaving her saliva.

The old hen looked at him with this expression.

Also guessed something.

Suddenly he was furious, flew up, and pecked him fiercely.

He hurts a few times.

“Master Chicken, Master Chicken, I was wrong, stop!”

The old hen died of anger.

Send out a wave of spiritual consciousness.

Then turned and left.

At the same time, I was angry.

What kind of chicken is she.

She is the daughter of ancient Yuanfeng and lives in the purest Yuanfeng bloodline.

If it hadn’t met Ye Qingyang.

I have seen the latter’s way to reach the sky.

She had left this thatched house long ago, Megatron Three Realms.

Although Ye Qingyang only feeds her with leftovers every day, the effect is stronger than any spirit fruit she can eat in Feng Clan!

She was born with inadequacy, but under the feeding of Ye Qingyang, she already has a combat power far surpassing the quasi-sage.

As long as you make a breakthrough, you will be able to compare with the saints!

If not for mercy just now.

The monkey had already gone back to the underworld with his holes in his body.

He even dared to drool at himself.

Do you really think of her as a mortal hen? !

Alas, but thinking of this makes her a little heartache.

Ye Qingyang goes to see if she lays eggs every day.

This made her a little girl very embarrassed.

After the old hen is gone.

Sun Wukong put aside his work, left the farmland and went to the study.

Just now, the old hen’s consciousness fluctuated, and she told him the new arrangement.

Ask him to clean up the study.

Because after Ye Qingyang wakes up, he likes to go to the study to write and draw some pictures.

There are many of his paintings there.

Throw it on the table casually.

After all, in his opinion, those are just ordinary calligraphy and painting, nothing special.

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(Ask for flowers, ask for monthly tickets, all kinds of requests!).