Vol 3 Chapter 3745: Young man, send you a sage's words!

When he reached the door of the dilapidated house, Lin Hai suddenly stopped.
Towards Sun Wukong, he whispered.
"Brother Monkey, do you think this dilapidated house will suddenly collapse?"
"If you smash the two of us inside, we'll be finished."
puff! Sun Wukong almost fell on his head, looked at Lin Hai strangely, and said.
"Second brother, my old grandson suddenly found out that you are a little funny."
"Yes?"
Lin Hai was shocked, touched his chin and fell into contemplation.
Brother, I am such a serious person, why do people feel funny?
Well, it must be the monkey brother's problem.
People are not funny.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Hai carefully pushed the door open, for fear that he would push the door down.
The West is so poor, if they take the opportunity to defraud themselves, wouldn't it be a big loss?
The shaky door was pushed open, and it was dark inside the dilapidated room, with only a small kerosene lamp, beating a dark yellow flame.
Lin Hai's eyes narrowed and he looked inside.
I saw that there was not even a decent piece of furniture in the room.
Except for a square table with only three legs that has been used for an unknown number of years, there is nothing else.
On the square table, an old man with a distressed face and ragged clothes sat cross-legged.
There was no fluctuation of breath all over his body, like a country old man who was dying.
However, when they saw the appearance of the old man, Lin Hai and Sun Wukong were shocked.
"Patriarch Bodhi!"
"Master!"
Lin Hai and Sun Wukong recognized it at once. This person and Bodhi Patriarch were similar in appearance.
Involuntarily, Lin Hai was suddenly stunned.
What's the situation?
Before myself, I always felt that Patriarch Bodhi and Daoist Zhunti were the same person.
Just now, I came to the conclusion that Patriarch Bodhi is not a quasi-religionist.
But in the blink of an eye, why is he alone again?
Lin Hai suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.
"Master!"
"I didn't expect you to be a Saint Zhunti!"
"My old grandson is the disciple of the saint, ahaha, the disciple of the saint, the disciple of the saint!"
Sun Wukong danced happily and jumped around the room.
It shook the roof, and the dust fell straight off, so scared that Lin Hai almost ran out on the spot.
"Cough, you hozen, stop jumping!"
"If you jump again, his house will collapse!"
Saint Zhunti glared at him and scolded Sun Wukong.
"Hmm~!"
"No more dancing, hehe, no more dancing!"
Sun Wukong smiled shyly, then stood up and looked at Saint Zhunti excitedly.
Although this monkey is unruly in front of everyone.
But only for the benefactors who taught them, they were well behaved and did not dare to show any disrespect.
"Saint, what the is going on?"
"Just now, why did you smoke a cigarette and it's gone?"
Lin Hai looked curious and asked Saint Zhunti.
Everyone is acquaintances, and Lin Hai is no longer so restrained.
Saint Zhunti's brows furrowed, and Lin Hai was startled by his distressed appearance.
"Saint, are you constipated?"
puff! Saint Zhunti almost fell off the table, looking at Lin Hai, his face became even more miserable.
"Young man, I'll send you a sage's words!"
Lin Hai was shocked when he heard this.
Holy crap, sage words! What is a saint, that is the most powerful existence in the world.
Every word and deed represent the way of heaven, the purest law between heaven and earth.
A sage's words can completely make a creature without enlightened intelligence directly ascend to the title of heavenly immortal.
Unexpectedly, Zhun mentioning the saint is so interesting, and he will send the saint's words as soon as they meet.
Good man! Lin Hai hurriedly took out the small notebook and said excitedly.
"Saint, please speak!"
"I keep it in a notebook."
Saint Zhunti twitched the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath, and spit out the lotus path.
"I don't know, don't talk nonsense!"
Lin Hai hurriedly wrote, halfway through writing, and suddenly stopped.
Raising his head, he looked at Saint Zhunti in astonishment with a confused look on his face.
Holy crap, are the words of the saint now so grounded?
Saint Zhunti was stunned when he saw Lin Hai, so he nodded in satisfaction.
This young man, although his knowledge is a little short, his understanding is not bad.
You see, a casual sentence made him have an epiphany.
"Young man, this saint is not constipated, but suffers for all sentient beings."
"My face is nothing, you haven't seen my big brother yet."
"My eldest brother picks up the saint, that face is bitter, oh my go, I can't stand it."
Saint Zhunti was very patient and explained to Lin Hai.
At this time, Lin Hai had come to his senses.
With a look of disgust, he lit the small notebook in his hand and lit a kerosene lamp.
Looking at Saint Zhunti's bitter face, he resisted the urge not to rush to hit him.
What a sage's words, bah! My brother was so excited that his liver was pounding, thinking he was going to pick up a big bargain.
Unexpectedly, picked up a lonely.
This kind of sage's words, brother, he was recited when he was in kindergarten, and you taught me?
"Master, Master, what happened to you smoking just now?"
Sun Wukong couldn't stand the bitter face of Saint Zhunti anymore, so he hurried forward and changed the subject.
"You hozen, who is your master?"
Saint Zhunti glared and said in disgust.
"Well, Master, you, don't you recognize me again?"
Sun Wukong looked surprised, then jumped on the table, and attentively banged on the back of the prospective Daoist.
"Hey, Master, don't make trouble, stop making trouble!"
"You are my master."
"I'm your apprentice, ahaha, your apprentice!"
The face of Saint Zhunti suddenly changed.
Then, there was an exclamation.
"No, the table is going to collapse!"
puff! ~ As soon as the voice fell, the three-legged broken table was no longer overwhelmed and completely collapsed.
Saint Zhunti and Sun Wukong fell directly to the ground, dust everywhere.
The two of them suddenly made a fuss, and it was called a embarrassment.
"My table, my table!"
"You hozen, you know that the West is barren, and you destroy my only table."
"You have to pay!"
The sage Zhunti was extremely sad, grabbed Sun Wukong, and cried heartbreakingly.
"If you don't pay, don't even think about leaving!"
Sun Wukong was stunned when he saw Daoist Zunzi crying bitterly.
I don't know at all, which one is Master playing?
How should I cooperate with his performance?
"Master, why don't you smoke a cigarette and calm down?"
Sun Wukong touched his body for a long time, took out a cigarette from his armpit, and handed it weakly to Patriarch Bodhi.
While Lin Hai stood aside, his brows were furrowed, his face shocked.
Just now, he was still wondering that the saint Zhunti was a saint, and Sun Wukong was also a golden immortal.
With the supernatural powers of two people, how could they fall off the table?
Don't talk about them, even if it is a Jindan stage, I'm afraid they won't be able to fall, right?
But then, Lin Haicai suddenly noticed that Sun Wukong didn't even have the slightest aura at the moment.
It was as if it was an ordinary monkey, unable to sense any immortal energy.
Involuntarily, Lin Hai hurriedly ran his True Qi, but the next moment his expression changed drastically.
Nima, the fairy energy in my body is gone! Brother me, is he a mortal?