Journey to the West: Deconstruct Bodhi at the Start, My Mythical Da Luo

Chapter 48 This comic about making trouble in the Heavenly Palace is pretty good-looking (please ask for flowers)

Fangcunshan, thatched cottage.

In recent days, Ye Qingyang also found it strange that he had been deserted for tens of thousands of yuan in this hut.

Why suddenly it became lively.

Since the monkey, people have visited one after another.

I always feel a little weird.

But those people who came before didn’t have any cultivation bases, so he didn’t care about anything.

How much wind and waves can a group of people who have not reached the fairy tales.

Ye Qingyang yawned and said to himself: “Oh, my life is too leisurely, I just want to live in my dreams.”

“Counting the days, the stone monkey should have been apprentice to Bodhi Patriarch, right? Jin Chanzi is about to be demoted, right?”

“Huh, no matter, go to sleep.”

After he crossed over, even though he was in a crisis-ridden predicament, he felt that his current life was more comfortable and comfortable than his previous life.

Ye Qingyang got up and was about to go back to the inner room to take a nap.

I saw Sun Wukong approaching, standing aside and hesitating, trying to get close to myself and say something, but he didn’t dare.

“What’s the matter, just say anything.”

Sun Wukong opened his mouth and said, “Master, I, I came in and out of your study to clean up recently, and I am very interested in the books you wrote.”

“Can I find some books?”

Sun Wukong knew in his heart that Ye Qingyang’s study was full of treasures, and a random calligraphy and painting could help people enlighten the way, so I would not easily agree to him.

But he has recently learned how to read, and he always wants to find some books to read, otherwise his heart will always be itchy.

He is ready, if Ye Qingyang doesn’t agree, he will still beg him by holding his leg as before.

“What’s my business, you can just watch it as you like, you don’t need to tell me specifically!”

“It’s rare that you like it! It’s a good thing!”

Ye Qingyang chuckled lightly.

Unexpectedly, this grandson loves to read books!

This is also good, better than the one who likes to fight and kill.

Ye Qingyang looked at Sun Wukong’s eyes softer.

I love reading. If I leave Fang Cunshan in the future, I don’t need to worry that he will be contaminated with cause and effect, be involved in calamity, and be in danger.

“Go and see, I’ll rest for a while.” With that, Ye Qingyang went back to the room.

Sun Wukong hurriedly said, “Thank you, Master!”

He got permission, and hurriedly ran to the study, daring not to delay for a moment.

As soon as he stepped into the study, the feeling of turning around the world came again.

Although he had been here many times before, he still felt dizzy when he entered again.

It just seems that the body has adapted a lot now, and it feels less intense than when I first came in.

In fact, Sun Wukong himself didn’t know that the reason why his body was adapting slowly was purely because he had been in the hut for a long time, and his talents had greatly increased, and his cultivation level was not what it used to be.

He has already achieved what he dreamed of in the first place.

Immortality.

Although Ye Qingyang never taught him to practice.

But staying in this thatched hut day and night, the body naturally absorbs the aura of the Harmony, and what he eats casually is the fairy grass and fruit, and the cultivation base is naturally advancing by leaps and bounds.

What he got was more than just longevity.

Sun Wukong looked through the study cautiously.

He had seen all the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, except for the first picture, he didn’t have any special feelings.

Nothing has changed.

In addition to calligraphy and painting, Ye Qingyang also created many other things in these countless Yuanhui.

Sometimes it’s writing books, sometimes it’s drawing comics.

There have always been no readers, just writing for myself.

Some were left behind, and some were burned directly after creation.

Now Sun Wukong is here in the thatched cottage, and he can be regarded as the first real reader.

Sun Wukong looked around, but he didn’t find a satisfactory book.

“Master Shenxian has a lot of calligraphy and painting here, but it’s a pity that there are too many words in the book, and I don’t understand the paintings. If only there are books that have words and pictures.”

Sun Wukong muttered.

Ye Qingyang once taught him literacy.

Lingming Stone Monkey is already very clever, and Sun Wukong has a cultivation base, so he learns very quickly.

Sun Wukong walked to the bookshelf and looked at the books on it.

He remembered that Ye Qingyang had mentioned before that the things on these bookshelves were all he had done without doing anything in these years, and they were all-encompassing.

Sun Wukong reached out and touched the cover of a book.

He recognized the names of those books.

“Three Kingdoms…”

“The Red Mansion…”

“Liao Zhai…”

“Jin Ping…Mei? This name sounds nice, well, it’s a pity that there are too many words.”

Sun Wukong also briefly turned two pages of these books before.

He gave up just because the words were too many and dense.

After all, monkeys are monkeys and cannot bear their temper.

“Huh, is this?”

Sun Wukong’s gaze was attracted by several pamphlets placed next to the bookshelf.

Those pamphlets looked very thin, presumably not too many words, so he just took out one.

A majestic monkey is painted on the cover.

Wearing a golden armor and a purple gold crown, the red drape spread behind him.

Lonely and unhappy.

On the opposite side of him stood countless figures, each of which was extraordinary, holding a spear or a halberd.

Sun Wukong was immediately fascinated, and couldn’t wait to sit down, ready to read.

This book suits him very well!

Not only does the cover attract him, but the contents are mostly pictures.

The content of the painting is easier to understand, and you can understand it by yourself.

There are few words and it is not boring to read.

It suits him well.

Compared with human beings, Sun Wukong recognizes not many words, but he can recognize them.

The name of this book is Raid in Heaven.

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