The world of small breaking balls.

Mu and Xi sat on Bai Yujun's shoulders, holding the dragon horns in their hands, their eyes widened.

Opposite, the phoenix bird, which was already several feet long, tilted its head curiously, with big eyes and small eyes. Mu suspected that the phoenix's habit of tilting its head was learned from a certain dragon. It was a good and auspicious phoenix, but after tilting its head, it instantly became cute.

"Bai, what do you use to feed Phoenix?"

Hearing this, Bai Yujun thought for a moment and counted the numbers on his fingers.

"At first I asked the fourth female officer to catch earthworms and loaches, but the little Phoenix refused to eat them. I planted rice again, but still refused to eat. It is said that the Phoenix will not eat unless it is cooked, and it will not drink from the sweet spring. I also tried it, and it started to chirp after a few mouthfuls.

Called, tried countless methods, and finally asked the tree demon to help cultivate various fruits."

Spread your hands.

"Later I discovered that the little phoenix actually eats a wide range of foods, including Lingguo Mountain Spring, which also eats ground fire. It is really difficult to raise."

Bai has tried many breeding methods.

Raising them in free range and in captivity, all efforts are made to prevent the phoenix from becoming extinct.

Mu rubbed his little head.

She also couldn't understand why Bai Bai was able to pick up a phoenix cub. It was strange enough to turn into a dragon and a dragon. Now that he had created the world and not only made a phoenix, he might as well have made a unicorn to satisfy the three tribes.

The little phoenix was playful and turned around proudly to fly to the volcano to play.

Xi looked at the little Phoenix curiously.

"Strange, why doesn't the little guy turn into a human form? It should be easy for him, right?"

In fact, it is very easy to transform the mythical beast into the form of a phoenix.

Mu didn't find it strange.

"In the eyes of many creatures, their own form is the most comfortable, and the human form is unbearable."

After hearing this, Moubai nodded in agreement. However, due to the limitations of the surrounding environment, if he is too big and moves casually, he may cause disaster. The sound is like thunder and the breath is like wind. Opening his eyes is like day and closing his eyes is like night. For example, Ba in Kunlun Ruins.

Snakes, after sleeping for a long time, turn into mountains.

He took Mu Hexi back to the palace to admire his masterpiece.

The floating mountain was picked up, the gold and pearls were earned from trading, and of course, there was some loot.

The majestic temple has endless pavilions, and the immortal officials are busy.

The immortal officials and officials who had defected to the Heavenly Court before were very motivated. With this team, there was no problem in managing the small broken world, and the world became more and more prosperous. In fact, Bai Bai abducted the immortals with the intention of picking up rags.

As expected, I have a keen eye and am very successful. Now every river, every mountain and every spring is managed in an orderly manner.

In the main hall, which is more majestic than the Lingxiao Palace in Heaven.

The high dragon chair.

Mu sighed and looked speechlessly at a certain white dragon lying lazily on the dragon chair.

"Life... dragons are born from hard work. What can you gain without asking for anything? Good work is due to hard work but wasteful play, success is due to thinking and destruction is due to casualness. How can such a palace be regarded as your bedroom?"

Bai Yujun pupae changed into a comfortable sleeping position twice.

"I deliberately made the dragon chair very big and soft. You see, it's very comfortable to recline and eat."

Xi was eager to try and wanted to go up and lie down, but Mu glared at her and had to give up.

The little figure sighed.

Forget it, take your time. Since you are in the mood to build a majestic temple, it means that you have not fallen beyond hope.

"Bai, Si Long has been given a great responsibility by heaven. How can you live idle? Moreover, you have more important things to do. There is still a long way to go..."

The voice became quieter and quieter at the end.

Maybe Mu was too persistent, or maybe he was talking to himself.

Bai Yujun felt that Mu today felt a bit like a mother-in-law, but she felt very comfortable. It was really good to be nagged and the feeling of being cared for was rare.

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The prehistoric main world, the ancient road of wild grass.

The long-faced, muscular man has a gray-headed face and dull eyes.

His hair was unkempt and his beard was unkempt, and his boots were muddy, but the texture was absolutely extraordinary. He stumbled forward aimlessly step by step, as if his heart had given up. Sunrise, noon, sunset, the wind blew, the rain dropped hail, and he turned a blind eye and heard nothing, stumbling and stumbling without realizing it.

When should we go?

Passing by the ruins of towns and villages, I stood stiffly, looking at the grass growing on the beams with a pale face.

I saw the Earth Temple collapsed outside the town.

Passing by a bandit's stronghold, I witnessed demons and ghosts occupying the mountain as kings. The practitioners killed and fought with each other, completely turning a blind eye to the infiltration of monsters.

Click...

The sound under his feet made the long-faced man stiffen. It was a very familiar sound.

Lowering his head, a dead bone on the ground was trampled to pieces. The skeleton looked at him with empty eyes as if silently saying something.

After a moment of confusion, he ran away...

Looking back on all the times I thought I was right and ended up being the executioner, what's the use of repenting? The sin was too deep and all words seemed pale. I could only choose to escape, but I didn't know where to escape.

I ran for a long time until I met an old monk.

The long-faced man looked puzzled as he watched the old monk digging holes, burying corpses, whether human or animal, into the soil, reciting sutras for salvation, accompanied by a snake demon and a weird little monk who kept repeating, unable to understand.

The gorgon boy hissed in warning.

"Hiss~!"

With the ring-shou sword in hand, he would not retreat even though he knew he was outmatched, and he would do his duty as a spiritual beast protecting the Tao.

Old Huixian patted the snake demon boy on the shoulder and signaled that it was okay.

"Well, if the donor has nothing to do, can you and the poor monk let the deceased lie in peace?"

"I...okay."

I was about to use the spell, but I gave up after a moment of silence. I bent down and dug out pits with my hands. Then I followed the example of the old monks and collected the bones, put them in, and sprinkled them with soil. Occasionally, monks passing by made taunts and didn't care. I lowered my head and buried the bones seriously.

Suddenly, the long-faced man found it difficult to feel calm in his heart.

Digging a pit for burial was even more laborious.

The afterglow of the sunset...

The old monk gave the long-faced piece of coarse-grain cake and gave evening lessons to the snake demon and the young monk beside the campfire. The long-faced strong man ate the coarse-grain cake again after countless years. It was a bit hard and rough, not as good as delicacies from the mountains, but at the moment he was eating it.

It tastes particularly delicious in the mouth.

In the early morning of the next day, they continued to dig holes for burial and repeated boring activities.

Half a year later.

Old Huixian was very tired and decided to go back to Zhuquan Temple to rest.

The long-faced strong man suddenly knelt down in front of old Huixian, his forehead heavily touching the ground.

"Master, I am guilty, please save me..."

Xiao Shitou looked at his unshaven long face and carefully covered his money bag. He always kept in mind the words of Boss Bai, saying that you must cover your money bag tightly when you go out.

Old Huixian sighed.

"Well done, come with the poor monk."

As a result, a tall and downcast figure appeared behind the trio at Zhuquan Temple.

Returning to the town, I bought some rice and flour, and walked into the bamboo forest with it on my shoulders. The bamboo forest was quiet and only the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves could be heard. Moss grew on the stone road, and the green bamboos were thick. You could vaguely see the small Zhuquan Temple.

There was a buzzing sound at the temple door.

The long face feels threatened by the monkey holding a pen in its ear and flicking the ink fountain line. It's very strong!

The monkey who was repairing the door raised his head and looked at the long face with its fangs exposed. The strong man with the long face who had just arrived did not expect that in addition to the old monk, there were also terrifying monster monkeys in the small Zhuquan Temple. It was a very mysterious place that had never been heard of before.

When I entered the door, I saw a pangolin monster frowning at the antiques. There was a green snake monster studying ancient paintings in the room, and there was also a bug that smelled like wine.

I paid my respects to Lao Huixian again.

"Ask the master for advice."

Old Huixian took the bamboo broom and pointed to the door.

"Now that you are here, do something. Clean the fallen leaves on the stone path down the mountain. Rest when it is clean. Ring the bell in the morning and evening. When the bell does not strike and chime, come back to the poor monk. If you can't do it, you can leave on your own."
Chapter completed!