"What is this, the black Ganoderma lucidum from Baizhangya?"

The empty monk nodded when he heard the words.

"Master, why didn't you tell me when you were going?" Wu Sheng was still wondering yesterday why this monk was not in the temple for a while. There was no trace of him all day long, and he didn't know where he went. It turned out to be

I went to the Baizhang Cliff to ask for the black Ganoderma lucidum from the mountain goat.

"Seeing that you are so serious and focused in your practice, I didn't bother you." Kong Kong smiled.

"Master, will that mountain animal be given to you happily?"

The first two times Wu Sheng went to get it, he took one leaf each, and the mountain deer gave him a lot of fun. This time I didn't know how many leaves he took. It probably wasn't as fun as the first two times. After all, this is a genius treasure.

Yes, it takes hundreds of years to grow one leaf. If it were given away so easily, it would have been gone long ago. Although Monk Kong has a bigger face, a bigger face does not mean he has a bigger face, right?

"I promised to help him once in the future." Monk Kong Kong.

"Is it that simple? By the way, that day Shui Huaitian mentioned the mountain tiger and talked about its details. What details were there?" Wu Sheng remembered that when he mentioned black Ganoderma lucidum last time, there was something in Shui Huaitian's words. It looked like it was

I was very afraid of that mountain goat, otherwise I would have gone there and taken it directly if I knew that black Ganoderma could heal wounds.

"Oh, it has ancient blood."

"What ancient bloodline?" The term Wu Sheng still sounds very new to me.

"In ancient times, it was an era that was tens of thousands of years ago or even longer. This world was still different. There were many rare and exotic beasts. As time went by, quite a few of them disappeared in the long river of history.

, but they have a trace of blood that has been passed down through generations, just like some dragons are born with the blood of true dragons."

"I understand this. What kind of blood does that mountain goat have?"

"I don't know." Kong Kong replied without hesitation.

"Huh? I don't know. Are you relying on guessing?"

"There's no need to guess. Look at how it looks. How is it normal?"

Wu Sheng was speechless for a moment. No matter how he thought about it, he thought it was far-fetched nonsense, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it.

"Let's go to Black Dragon Pond with me."

"Go now?"

"Black Ganoderma is best used now, but if left for a long time, its effectiveness will be affected."

"good."

Wu Sheng accompanied Monk Kong Kong to the edge of the Black Dragon Pool. Kong Kong shouted into the vast pool. Not long after, a figure came out of the water. The water surface divided to both sides, and Shui Huaitian came to the two of them.

"Black Ganoderma." Monk Kong Kong handed the box to Shui Huaitian.

After taking the box and opening it, the three-leaf black Ganoderma lucidum looked like black jade, lying quietly in the wooden box.

Shui Huaitian opened his mouth and inhaled, and the three-leaf black Ganoderma lucidum flew into his mouth.

Within a moment, fog began to form on the water, slowly gathering towards Shui Huaitian and wrapping him up. His figure swayed, and a circle of ripples appeared on the water. Then the person disappeared, and the ripples spread into the distance.

"Let's go." Kong Kong said.

"Thank you even more." Wu Sheng looked at the deep and bottomless Black Dragon Pond.

"Master, does this person mean what he says this time?"

"He swore to God."

"Oaths are not reliable at all. Besides, he has already broken his promise once. If there is a first time, there will be a second time."

"It's different this time. Practitioners, whether they are humans or demons, rarely swear to heaven. They are afraid that one day they will encounter an accident when they are going through a tribulation." Monk Kong explained to Wu Sheng, as if he knew these things very well.

"Are you afraid that God will stumble them?"

"Well, you can understand it that way."

"Ha!" Wu Sheng raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Let me tell you this, those evil cultivators and monsters who are murderous by nature and regard living beings as grass, will God take extra care of them when they go through the tribulation?"

"The danger of their tribulation is indeed greater, but they are even more unscrupulous."

The master and apprentice chatted while walking, and it didn't take long before they returned to the temple.

That night, it rained again, not hard, thin, and continuous.

Wu Sheng was reading the scriptures in the meditation room. His entire right hand turned golden, and his palm was not visible, only golden light was visible.

Hearing the sound of rain, he raised his head and looked out the window.

"What kind of rain is this? Do you like rain?"

It rained lightly all night and stopped early the next morning. The mountains were covered with mist, making it look like a fairyland from a distance.

Seven days later, Shui Huaitian came to the temple again.

At that time, Monk Kong was holding a wooden stick to draw out the sky.

Monk Kongkong didn't know what to do in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall.

Wu Sheng was the first person to see him.

here we go again?

This time, his face looked obviously much better, not as pale as when he came last time. It must be that taking black Ganoderma lucidum had an effect.

He came here specifically to say thank you, said a few words and then left.

"Not sincere, thank you with empty hands."

"Did you see anything?" Monk Kong said with a smile after hearing this.

"She looks much better and her attitude towards us is much friendlier."

"Of course, one of the troubles you mentioned is missing." Monk Kong said.

"It's only temporary."

"He will become the protector of Lanruo Temple." Monk Kong looked very confident.

After hearing this, Wu Sheng nodded and thought that it would be very glorious if he could have a dragon as a protector. It would be even better if he could ride a dragon to the sky and travel around Kyushu. It would be majestic just thinking about it.

Wouldn’t it be great to ride on a dragon and conquer the sky?!

Thinking of this, Wu Sheng also laughed.

Hope that happens one day.

As time goes by, people from Ningjia Village come to the temple to offer incense from time to time, and the temple becomes more fragrant.

This morning, the sky was high and the clouds were clear, the wind was gentle and the sun was beautiful.

Wu Sheng came outside the temple, under the thousand-year-old locust tree.

Looking at the large tree with lush branches and leaves, Wu Sheng has completely lost the fear he felt when he first saw this ancient locust tree. Looking at this tree now is like looking at a friend.

He came here today to discuss with this ancient locust tree and break off a branch from it.

That day on the bank of the Yangtze River, I met the ferryman Mingshi. He asked for help in finding materials to repair the damaged ferry boat.

He needed three materials, the fire phosphorus armor was given to him at that time, and he had also found the hundred-alchemy green gold. The only thing missing was the thousand-year-old locust wood.

"There is something I need to discuss with you. There is a ferryman whose boat is broken and needs some special materials to repair it." Wu Sheng patted the tree trunk and said slowly.

"Everything else is easy to say. One of them is a thousand-year-old locust tree. I'm thinking about getting this one from you. He is the messenger of the underworld. He ferries the souls of the dead. He also does good deeds and accumulates virtues. I'm thinking about how I can help

Just help, of course this is a discussion with you, if you agree, just shake the branch, if not, forget it, I will think of another way."

As soon as Wu Sheng finished speaking, he saw the branches above his head swaying in a large area.

"You agreed, thank you!" Wu Sheng smiled.

There was a crunching sound, and a branch fell from above, landing right at Wu Sheng's feet.

This is?!

Wu Sheng was stunned and looked up at the ancient tree in front of him with a trunk thicker than a room.

If you understand people's words, your spirituality will be enlightened.

Okay, okay, great! Wu Sheng smiled, very happily.

He picked up the branch, sat cross-legged, and recited a Buddhist sutra under the locust tree. Above his head, the leaves swayed and swayed, like a happy child.

He stayed under the tree for a long time, and only returned to the temple when it was getting dark.

"What's going on? You're so happy?" Monk Kong asked with a smile.

Wu Sheng told him about Gu Huai.

"It is worthwhile to be happy to be able to understand human speech and have spiritual enlightenment. However, I would like to remind you that this ancient locust tree is located behind Jinding Mountain. It has been affected by the blood mist for thousands of years. If one day he can transform it

Whether the shape is good or evil is still unclear.”

"I have kept this in mind and will pay attention to it in the future, Master."

The words "empty" are not unreasonable. I was worried about "no life" before.
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