Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

Ouyang glanced at him, but said, "Did you not listen to the senior brother who brought you in when you entered?"

The owner of this identity may have heard it, but where can Sun Wukong hear it.

He had to shake his head.

Only then did Ouyang explain to him: "This is the rule set by the sect master. In this Star Gate, no matter what the realm of the people in the gate is, they can't fly in the sky. Sunrise and sunset rest, stemming from the reverence for the innate laws of this world, we are indeed monks, but more often, we are alone first.”

Ouyang didn't know what it meant when his words fell into Sun Wukong's ears.

The latter just stood there as if struck by lightning.

"You can't fly in the sky, this comes from respect for the mountain under your feet, and the sunrise and sunset come from the awe of the innate laws of this world. We are indeed monks, but in more At the time, we were alone first."

He murmured this sentence repeatedly in his heart, but felt that the more he read it, the clearer his heart became.

Seeing that Sun Wukong seemed to be in a trance, Ouyang couldn't help calling him, and the latter came back to his senses.

He bowed slightly and said, "Xiaotian will definitely remember these words for the rest of his life."

Ouyang was also at a loss, just said: "Come on, stop flattering, the sect master who said this is in the hut in front of you, you can go in by yourself later, she will arrange a place for you, if you compliment you, you stay. Let's talk to her when the time comes."

Sun Wukong nodded, and then heard Ouyang shouting to the hut: "Sect Master, there is a disciple entering today, and you have chosen your Dao Jue. I will bring him here."

After a while, no one in the small room responded to him.

Sun Wukong looked up at the starry sky, and at this moment, a cold voice floated out.

"Let him come in first."

Chapter [-] I don't know much

Ouyang nodded to him.

Sun Wukong stepped on the stone steps, then pushed open the door and walked into the hut.

There are still candles lit inside, the light is not bright, even a little dim, but they are monks, and they are not blindfolded by the veil of night.

Therefore, it doesn't matter to them, but if this is the Taoist palace of the sect master, then this is the most primitive Taoist palace Sun Wukong has ever seen.

His eyes also fell on the woman in the room.

Wearing a red robe, she did not bring any dazzling feeling to her, but instead revealed a very quiet temperament.

Sun Wukong can't see her face, because on her face, there is a white mask.

"What's your name?" At this moment, she asked.

"Sun...Chen Xiaotian." Sun Wukong said his name subconsciously, but he changed his words in time.

The latter nodded when he heard his name, and then slowly got up from the table. Only then did Sun Wukong realize that she was tall, actually slightly taller than this body.

"Why did you choose Dao Jue, that shouldn't be something you can understand." Liu Qingwu said.

Sun Wukong shook his head gently and said, "It's not mysterious to me."

Hearing this, under the mask, there was a burst of light laughter, and she said, "Is it possible, you want to tell me that you are very talented?"

Sun Wukong shook his head, even if he changed his body, his temperament never changed.

The cloud was light and the wind was light, and it fell on this immature body, giving people the feeling of being mature.

"I once saw a fool who couldn't take care of himself, but he could use one day to know all the words. Maybe everyone has an innate talent, but they didn't feel it." Sun Wukong said.

The latter nodded when he heard the words, and became a little curious about his new disciple.

She asked, "Since you can understand, how much do you understand?"

Under the candlelight, Sun Wukong's face was a little gloomy, he shook his head and said, "I don't know much."

Then, he gave birth to a finger, and a little golden light appeared on the tip of his finger.

Suddenly, the whole hut was occupied by the golden light. From a distance, the hut looked like a golden lantern.

Sun Wukong withdrew his finger.

What he used just now was the Pointing Yang Finger described in Dao Jue.

The light gradually dissipated, and behind the mask, there were extremely shocked eyes.

She stepped forward abruptly, her body instantly came to Sun Wukong, and a fragrant wind rushed into the latter's nose.

What came with that Xiangfeng was an extremely white palm, and her hand grabbed Sun Wukong's neck.

"You are not an ordinary person, either you are an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, or you are a real monster." She said coldly.

Sun Wukong's body at this time is only Jinxian cultivation base, and there is no way to resist this Liu Qingwu.

His soul power is quite strong, but unfortunately, it cannot be used here.

"I can only understand it. If you think I have a bad intention, you can strangle me." Sun Wukong said calmly.

Liu Qingwu retracted her palm, but said in a cold voice.

"There is a stone house next to it, and you will live there in the future. Every morning, you will get up and practice the exercises. When night comes, you will return there."

After hearing this, Sun Wukong consciously retreated.

In the days that followed, as Liu Qingwu said, he practiced at sunrise and rested at sunset.