Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 284 Rich
Just like the magic cultivators dare not get too close to the Wanfo Temple, the Buddhist cultivators also dare not get too close to the Bitter Cold Demon Realm.

Buddha Cultivator can only hang in the sky, keeping the seal from collapsing.

This has been the case for tens of thousands of years.

One fades and the other grows, and one grows and the other fades.

The demon race has been suppressed underground for tens of thousands of years, and every demon master dare not leave this cold and cold demon realm without authorization.

This demon lord has held back his resentment for seven or eight thousand years, and he only wants to leave the demon realm again, not only to go out by himself, but also to lead a group of demon clans to go out in a mighty way.

For this reason, the demons captured the most talented alchemist of the human race, the most proud disciple of the alchemy master of Huayanzong, erased his memory, and injected magic power to transform his body, so that he only knew that he was a demon. The Mozu developed the elixir and worked hard.

In addition, the demons also carefully arranged the layout, nourishing the demons with the soul of the ten thousand-year-old bodhi tree.

The devil will only be reincarnated in the Bianlan world, because the devil knows the magic of the devil better than the half-knowledgeable Buddhist.

When the sky thunder struck, the tree soul was forcibly stripped away by the demonic energy, and it would only carry the demonic energy, rushing to the pregnant body to hide.

However, the devil who had placed high hopes on him had already passed away.

Mount Putuo's demon energy has dissipated.

Xiao Jintan fell to the first level, and his spirit fell into a deep sleep.

An Qingli took it into the mustard space, and Xiao Lingxi guarded it every step of the way.

The wilting little Jintan turned into a bare vine, a hundred times worse than when we first saw it.

Seeing that he woke up, Xiao Kong clasped his hands and crossed his knees under the bodhi tree, wearing brand-new little monk shoes on his feet, with a smile in his clear eyes, and rubbed his bald head on the palm of his master for the last time.

There are Sanskrit sounds everywhere in Mount Putuo.

The master that Xiaokong saw was an old monk who didn't have much facial expression, but at this moment he shed a tear.

A ray of soul enters the tree, and the ten thousand-year-old Bodhi tree is full of vitality and verdant in an instant.

Buddha's light shines.

Sanskrit sounds are more prosperous.

Looking from a distance, Kazuki's golden color, even the entire Mount Putuo, was shrouded in golden light.

That was Xiao Jintan's favorite golden color, but it was a pity that Xiao Jintan missed this golden scene.

"Thank you An Xiaoyou for making it happen."

The abbot abbot proclaimed the Buddha's name and bowed deeply to An Qingli, and several Buddhist elders under the Bodhi tree did the same, bowing deeply to An Qingli.

There was once an eminent monk who had a glimpse of the secret, and said that there are destined people in the realm of cultivation in the Central Plains, and they can go there to find destined people.

So Xiao Kongjian and his master went to the busiest black market in the Central Plains, and brought back Daoist An Qingli.

However, the bodhi tree has a tree but no soul, and no matter how good Ren An Qingli is at raising trees, he can no longer continue the life of Shenzhi.

Some Buddhist elders were also disheartened.

There are also Buddhist elders who are worried and doubtful, worrying whether Xiao Kongjian and his master have found the wrong person.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was An Qingli from the Taoist sect who really brought the bodhi tree back to life.

The destined person is indeed An Qingli.

"For the sake of Buddhism and the common people, it is my duty. I also thank all the eminent monks for their trust and generous gifts."

An Qinglihu shook hands, returned a Daoist gift, accepted the relics and beads agreed with the Buddhist sect in advance, and two extra top-quality spiritual marrows, and went down the mountain with the sword.

Xiao Jintan was still asleep.

An Qingli went to an inn at the foot of Foshan Mountain, asked for a room, threw down the defensive array, and couldn't retreat.

The speeding rabbit stood guard outside the defensive formation, with a Qiankun bag hanging around its neck, which contained many pills, spiritual herbs, and leaves of high-level spiritual plants.

In the mustard space, An Qingli was running the Jue of Rejuvenation, using the two newly obtained top-quality spiritual marrows to pour spiritual power into the sleeping little Jintan.

It is not a trivial matter for the soul to fall into a coma.

If it were a human monk, the spirit would fall into a coma, and he might never wake up again for the rest of his life.

Two months later, Xiao Jintan finally woke up faintly.

There is a little bit of gold all over the body, but the whole body has no leaves, like a plucked bird, which is ugly.

But for the sake of the two top-grade spirit marrow, Xiao Jintan finally felt a little better.

"Qingli." Xiao Jintan spoke weakly.

"I'm here."

The stone in An Qingli's heart finally fell to the ground. If she hadn't had the ability to grow trees, she wouldn't have allowed Xiao Jintan to take such risks.

What she formed with Xiao Jintan was a symbiotic contract, if Xiao Jintan's soul dissipated, she would not be able to escape the end of death.

The little Lingxi stared at him with big eyes full of concern.

Xiao Jintan looked at the two top-quality spiritual marrows he had earned, then looked around, and said dejectedly: "Is there only these two pieces of top-quality spiritual marrow? Didn't the Buddhist sect add another five thousand top-quality spiritual stones? Remember, when I was in a daze, I mentioned it to Qing Li."

An Qingli raised her lips and smiled: "I remember, but I didn't mention it. The group of Buddhist cultivators paid enough, it's not good to increase the price, and the Daoist sect still needs to show face. I will pay for your five thousand top-quality spiritual stones for you. .”

Xiao Jintan immediately became a little bit happier, and it was Qingli from his family who knew his mind best and how to appease his wounded spirit best.

In front of Xiao Jintan, An Qingli put five thousand top-grade spirit stones into a storage bag and put them in front of Xiao Jintan.

Sure enough, Xiao Jintan became more energetic again, and sure enough, the spirit stone made him happy.

"And I."

Seeing this, Xiao Lingxi also opened his mouth and spit out many sparkling top-grade spirit stones.

The top-quality spirit stones piled up into a small hill, which was more than what An Qingli gave Baiyao.

Little Pegasus also flicked his long hair on his forehead, and with his noble head held high, he came out of the Lingshi Palace that he bought with animal blood.

"Hey, it's for your body." Little Pegasus held a storage bag in its mouth, and the storage bag was full of top-quality spirit stones.

Of course, Xiao Jintan would not refuse anyone who came, and he happily accepted it.

And for the sake of the generosity of the little pegasus, it doesn't care about the little pegasus's high head and ugly big nostrils.

Bingfeng let out a soft sigh, and gave some of her high-level spiritual honey to Xiao Jintan.

The spiritual honey is in the form of crystals, and the concentration of spiritual energy contained in it is comparable to the top-quality spiritual stone of the same volume. Although Xiao Jintan can't taste the taste, it does not prevent it from absorbing the spiritual power.

The little tiger looked so greedy, among the few little ones, it was the poorest.

It only has potions.

And those pills, it has secretly saved some, and will use them to show off to those of the same race in the future.

"Master." The little tiger was aggrieved, what good things did it miss when it left to practice alone.

Is the master so rich?

It seems to be an afterthought at this moment.

"What's the matter?"

An Qingli didn't know what the little tiger was thinking, so he stroked the tiger's head, stopped the rejuvenation formula, sat cross-legged in meditation, and recovered his exhausted energy.

Xiao Jintan felt great joy in his heart, and immediately regained his energy, and was happily counting today's harvest.

Such a generous gift, may as well come more, and more, it will accept all orders, and no one will be rejected.

Little Huzi swallowed, staring at the piece of yellow-brown spiritual honey that Xiao Jintan got: "I want to have that fragrance, and I want to eat it too."

(End of this chapter)