Chapter 1702: ？

After talking with "Zhang Junbao" or "Sun Wukong", I found out that he was probably a powerful monk from an early period. His knowledge of cultivation methods and the history of various schools has exceeded what I have in the Lin family library. The limit that can be understood.
In other words, even if he is not "Zhang Junbao", he should also be a big figure in the same period.
However, this big man now has only a ray of remnant soul, and he has to rely on me, a paralyzed woman, to reshape his body, which is quite miserable.
"Then,'Great Sage'," I thought for a while, and chose a middle-of-the-range title: "Can you see outside at any time?"
"[No, only if you rub the gemstone on your finger with your finger and let me come out,]" Monkey King replied: "[But the sound can be heard, if you just want to listen to my suggestions, put your finger in your ear That's it.]"
"So... Regarding the cultivation method mentioned by Mr. Wang Yue, how does the Great Sage comment?" I remembered the series of breaks that Wang Yue said.
"[The old man clearly doesn’t know how to pretend to understand,]" Monkey King sneered: "[With your state at this time, if you'removed' an injury, even if it was a broken leg, you would die on the spot, so what? Talk to break and then stand?]"
"Then how does my mother practice?" Wang Yue said "forty-two times" vowedly at the time. It was obviously not made up.
"[Naturally it is my grandson's credit~]" Sun Wukong was smug, completely forgetting that he had just said that he was Zhang Junbao: "[I used the'fire eye and golden eye' to help her see which injuries are worthy of injury' "Broken" and can be cured with ordinary medicated stones after "moving" comes, then go to "moving", other injuries that cannot be called "broken" or are already considered "disabled" will be ignored.]"
"...It turns out that'Cold-blooded Healer Li Hongye' came from like this." I remembered a certain nickname of my mother.
"[Hmph, she doesn't listen to Lao Sun completely, she still has to'move' over and heal some injuries that can't be called'broken'. It's a waste.]" Sun Wukong snorted.
"It seems that my personality is quite following my mother, so please help the younger generation a lot in the future." I raised my hand and arched him, then turned to look at Sophie who was sleeping soundly on the back of the wheelchair: "You didn't mean it. Are you just a ray of remnant soul? How is this done?"
"[Personality suppression... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It’s not difficult, after all, I’m not suitable for being in front of people.]"
Yeah, it looks like a monkey...If you take it out, maybe someone will ask if the monkey sells it.
"Then when will she wake up?" I asked instead.
"[She will wake up when I go back,]" Monkey King waved his hand, his figure gradually dimmed: "[Otherwise, if you want to talk to me, just pretend to talk to yourself.]"
I always feel that that will cause my image to collapse... Forget it, I'm paralyzed, and I care about my image.
"[When your younger brother or your suitor attracts injuries for you, then call the grandson -]" Monkey King was about to disappear, but suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked down the mountain: "[Heh, it's better to choose a day Hit the sun.]"
"What—"
Boom!
A huge ball of fire suddenly appeared in the mountains, and then a mushroom-like smoke rose slowly.

When I was pushed all the way to the scene of the incident by the yawning Sophie, the disciples of the Lin family and the doormen had cleared the place near the violent explosion and drove away other ordinary dealers who wanted to see the excitement.
Not surprisingly, my father was there.
"Father, is it an enemy?" I knew the advisor.
"No, it looks like a chase or an ambush," his father raised his hand and gestured towards the location of the incident: "The initial judgment is a three-to-one. The pursued has outrageously blew himself up because of outnumbered people. At present, all the pursuers have been Death, and she has only one breath left."
What I saw in front of me was a round ground, blackened by the intense heat, on which a dozen trees almost turned into coke stood slantingly.
What’s amazing is that there is a completely unaffected space in the middle of the pitch black ground. An old lady in black embroidered with red flames is leaning against a big rock. Her hair is white and her face is white. It was wrinkled, and all exposed hands and feet were dry and wrinkled skin.
"Can we save her?" I asked, putting my finger to my ear.
"I'm not sure, but we do need a livelihood to confirm what happened, but if this lady wants to survive, it depends on luck." Father looked at the doctor who couldn't do anything, and slowly shook his head.
"[Good fellow,'Eternal Blazing Sun'? I didn't expect that I could still see this kind of weird spell.]" Monkey King's reaction seemed very surprised.
"Can you see who she is? Why did she come to Qingcheng Mountain? How did this explosion happen?" I asked again.
"This kind of sacred flame pattern...maybe Mingjiao? We can only wait for her to wake up and say it ourselves." Father shook his head.
"[Who else can do it besides'Fire Worship'?]" Monkey King sneered: "['Eternal Blazing Sun' was created by them. Fire monks broke all their spiritual roots in a single blow, thereby causing high temperatures and explosions to the enemy The same trick, but if the enemy resists the attack, the guy who uses this trick can only wait to die, and, with such a violent explosion, the girl must have at least fifty roots in her body.]"
girl? Well, at the age of Monkey King, you can call anyone girl.
"Patriarch," the doctor who was investigating the old lady walked back: "The wounded's body is broken, and there is nothing he can do. If he moves at will, he may be killed on the spot."
With that said, he also glanced at me.
"Just self-breaking spiritual roots? What about other injuries?" I asked before my father spoke.
"Miss Hui, apart from some bruises caused by the fall, there are no other injuries," the doctor replied.
"Hmm..." I pretended to think for a while before turning to my father: "Father, can you give her to me?"
"This... is really suitable, but I'm not sure if the broken spiritual root will break again..." Father gave me a serious look, "Do you really want to do this?"
"Relax," I nodded vigorously, "Sophie, push me over, don't worry, I'll be fine."
Sophie bit her lip, pushed my wheelchair to the center of the explosion, and put the old lady's weak and weak hand with mine.
[Li Daitao stiff]!
Compared with the turmoil when I saved my brother, my attitude is much calmer this time, because there is no fear of losing control of the body at all-I can't control it at all, and it doesn't matter to lose it, although the two spiritual roots may become four. cut…
But after two breaths, I can't get up calmly.
Why did no one tell me that "Li Daitao Zheng" has the function of rejuvenating the old and rejuvenating?
I watched the "old lady" I was holding her skin smooth again, her limbs softened again, and her appearance became younger. The only thing that didn't change back was the white hair.
"..."
Finally, the "old lady" opened her eyes, looked around for a while and then bowed her head slightly to me:
"Worship Zoroastrianism, Nishigaki, thanks to Miss Lin's rescue."