Monkey Sun Is My Younger Brother

How did this dead monkey come to Fangcun Mountain?

Jin Si looked at Sun Houzi rushing out, his face full of astonishment.

How did this dead monkey come here?

How many years have passed in this world?

Monkey Sun stared at Jin Si: "Jin Si, today is your death day."

After all, Sun Houzi burst out with golden light all over his body, and his immortal cultivation rushed towards his face.

"Dead Monkey, why did you come here when you weren't staying at Ju'ao Mountain?"

"Jin Si, you are so crazy. My old grandson is different now. My old grandson has already worshiped his master, and my master has also passed on my supernatural powers. Today I want you to look good."

"How long have you been praying?"

"Although it has been less than half a year, my old grandson is no longer what he used to be. Let's see!"

Sun Houzi hit Jin Si with an old punch.

Jin Si stretched out his hand to catch it, and Sun Houzi's fist was firmly grasped in his palm.

Monkey Sun twitched a few times, but didn't pull it back, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

"Jinsi...don't be complacent...my master's dojo is here, you give me..."

boom--

Jin Si hit Monkey Sun on the eye socket with his fist.

"Ah...Jin Si, you are dead..."

Jin Si took out the crystal wand, and stared at Sun Houzi with a fierce look on his face.

This may be the last time he will be able to humiliate Sun Monkey.

In half a year, Nima is already a fairy.

Lao Tzu has practiced hard for hundreds of millions of years.

Why?

Why are you so talented?

Lao Tzu also practiced hard.

The more Jin Si thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the harder he attacked.

Sun Houzi rolled hundreds of feet on the ground, jumped up, turned around and ran towards Fangcun Mountain.

Jin Si took the crystal stick and projected it directly.

Duang——

Sun Houzi cracked the back of his head, rolled and hit the mountain wall again.

Jin Si threw himself on Sun Houzi with a face full of ferociousness, and took out the egg knife.

Shave off the monkey's hair again.

"Ah...Jin Si, you and I are at odds!" Sun Houzi was ashamed and angry: "Master, come and save me."

However, Sun Monkey's call for help did not receive any response.

Jin Si's attack was even more ruthless, breaking Monkey Sun's whole body.

Jin Si set up a pot and threw the limp Monkey Sun into the pot.

"What are you going to do?" Sun Houzi finally panicked, but at the moment he has no strength at all.

"What to do, of course I stewed you! Since you are so disobedient, today is your death date." Jin Si sneered: "Otherwise, what do you think I shave your hair for?"

Sun Houzi was so frightened that his soul trembled, and he shouted loudly: "Master, save me, Master save me..."

"Chopped green onion, garlic, chili, sesame oil, cumin, salt... plus some Hericium erinaceus."

"Boss, I was wrong, boss... Boss, I was just kidding you."

Sun Houzi was so frightened that he pissed... well, he polluted a pot of soup, although Jinsi hadn't released the water yet.

"Boss, I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"Do you think I look like a joker?"

Jinsi closed the lid, a fire was lit underneath, Sun Houzi wailed as he lay on the pot skin.

After half an hour, Monkey Sun's wailing gradually weakened.

At this time, Patriarch Bodhi came.

Jin Si immediately looked at Patriarch Bodhi honestly: "Master, I miss you so much, I specially prepared a pot of soup for you, would you like to drink it while it's hot?"

Patriarch Bodhi looked Jin Si up and down: "Your cultivation base is fast."

"Ah? My cultivation level is fast? Master, are you kidding me? Junior brother has already reached the level of immortal cultivation in half a year, and my cultivation base is hundreds of times faster than his. Why is it so fast?"

"What's his talent, what's your talent."

"Look at me, my current talent is not bad." Jin Si said unconvinced.

"Now it's because of your talent. Several bloodlines in your body are mixed together, but there are no eight bloodlines. I said that I want you to get eight bloodlines and then merge them, and then break through the realm of immortals, but you are impatient. Hastily breaking through to the realm of celestial beings, so that now the outer yuan is too long and the inner yuan is not enough, if you can't gather the eight meridians as soon as possible, you will die sooner or later."

Jin Si was taken aback, and hugged Patriarch Bodhi's thigh.

"Master save me."

"Go and practice some medicines to make up for the internal energy." Patriarch Bodhi said.

"What kind of medicine can make up the internal energy?"

"It can only relieve your symptoms temporarily. If you don't gather the eight meridians as soon as possible, you will die sooner or later."

Jin Si looked at the burning pot next to him.

"Don't think about it, you can't afford to offend his old lady."

"Then master... what about you? Surely you won't just watch me die, will you?"

"You still want my blood? Being a teacher is a mortal blood. There is no special blood, so it's useless to give it to you."

Jin Si's face was full of contempt: "Master, you are so stubborn, how could you be of mortal blood?"

Ancestor Bodhi slapped Jinsi on the face: "As for you cheating bastard, how many of you are able to reach the extreme by relying on your blood?"

"Others are others, I am me, I just have to rely on, and I still have a way to go to the dark." Jin Si said dissatisfied.

"You are still proud." Patriarch Bodhi looked at Jin Si angrily: "If you don't release your little junior brother, he will really be burned by you."

"Hey... I'm just a child without a father. Master, you only love my junior brother, and you don't love me anymore."

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself here."

"Master, is there no other way to fix my problem?"

"No." Patriarch Bodhi shook his head.

"Then can I randomly find three special bloodlines to fuse?" Jin Si asked.

"No, every additional bloodline must be of the same level as the previous bloodline, and the difference must not be too large. If there is too much difference, the internal energy will collapse directly, which is a hundred times worse than the death of the body."

Jin Si was very tired. At the beginning, he thought that it would be good to have the cultivation base of an immortal.

As long as you can go through the Huaxian Pond once, you will be able to develop a personal body.

But later, I was afraid that Sun Wukong would settle accounts in the fall, so I thought about accumulating a heavenly cultivation base first, even if I lost to Sun Monkey in the future, it would be more than enough to protect myself.

Who knew that this Heavenly Immortal cultivation base was so troublesome, and now he has caused problems with his body.

"Master, what kind of medicine do you think I should take?"

"Gu Yuan Pill is specially used to adjust and supplement the inner Yuan."

"Master, then you can practice a little bit for me." Jin Si didn't know it, and he had never heard of it.

There must be a method of refining medicine in Zangshu Pavilion, but the level of refining medicine in Jinsi is really not satisfactory.

Probably at the kindergarten level, worse than the refining level.

Although the refining level is also a kindergarten, it is at least a senior class.

The level of refining medicine is really the level of a small kindergarten class.

"Practice by yourself."

"Master, do you want to die without saving?"

"Look at you, you are a celestial being, but this alchemy is not as good as a mortal monk." Patriarch Bodhi had a look of hating iron and steel.

"Master, it's enough for you to be capable. Isn't my task just to cheer you up?"

Patriarch Bodhi was so angry that he kicked Jin Si away.

Jin Si smashed the pot containing Monkey King over.

Sun Houzi rolled on the ground naked, and it seemed that he was taking in more air than he was exhaling.

Patriarch Bodhi glanced at Monkey Sun and shook his head.

"It's a pity that this pot of soup...Master, there is still some left, do you really want it?"

Jin Si looked at Sun Wukong with a complicated expression on his face. He had reached the level of an immortal in half a year. It seemed that he would not be able to beat him in a few years.

If you want to beat him again, you have to wait until he is crushed under Five Fingers Mountain.

Jin Si's mood suddenly improved again, five hundred years, I have five hundred years to torment him.

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