Chapter 41 [Extra] Previous

relationship The wasteland is endless.

The barren land cannot nourish bright flowers.

There is only a green bud, which is struggling to take root in the scorching heat.

The thin roots go deep into the ground, exploring the precious water source.

Day after day, year after year.

After an unknown amount of time, the bud has grown into a big tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves, lush and green.

It sprouts in spring, blooms in summer, bears fruits in autumn, and hibernates in winter.

The fruits fall one after another, but no new life grows.

However, this fruit is extremely delicious, full of juice and endless aftertaste.

Slowly, it attracts many animals to come and taste it.

It was another brisk autumn day. The fruits on the branches were pecked by birds, leaving only the last two, round and golden, particularly tempting.

Two monks hurried by and stopped under the tree to stare.

"A Feng, pick a fruit to eat."

"Yes." The black-robed monk tiptoed and picked only one.

The white-robed monk gracefully stretched out his hand, and the fruit flew over by itself.

He took a bite and it tasted delicious.

Even the fatigue of hurrying disappeared without a trace. The black

-robed monk frowned, "This fruit is really top-grade. What's it called?"

The white-robed monk pondered for a long time, noticed the plants nearby, and then walked around the tree three times, and suddenly realized, "This is Yu Buqi."

"Yu Buqi?" The black-robed monk was unbelievable, "Isn't Yu Buqi the first of the five elements and ten treasures? It's actually a fruit tree?"

"Yes." The white-robed monk was also surprised, "The Great Wilderness Sutra, the Rain Sutra Notes, the Great Wilderness has little rain, and the drought is only solved by Yu Buqi."

As he said, the white-robed monk looked at the wasteland farther away.

Sure enough, although it was autumn, there were layers of weeds crawling on the ground. Because there had been autumn frost a few days ago, at first glance, it seemed no different from the original wasteland.

However, when the next spring comes, this place must be a green field covering the sky and the sun. The white

-robed monk finished speaking, leaned over and picked up a withered autumn leaf, ready to take it back to the sect for his master to examine.

The black-robed monk, however, drew his sword and tried to chop off a branch to take back.

The white-robed monk wanted to stop him, but he was too late.

With a crisp sound, the crown of the tree, which was originally a large and oval canopy, was instantly broken in half.

The white-robed monk was furious: "A Feng! I have told you many times that it is not easy for this kind of tree spirit to practice, so don't hurt it easily! If you chop it down, it will have to practice for hundreds of years before it can recover!"

"It's just a tree, tsk!" The black-robed monk walked away. The

white-robed monk couldn't bear it, so he had to stay where he was and selected some good things suitable for the tree spirit to practice from his own natural materials and treasures.

After pulling out the cork from the bottle, the monk in white robe was in a dilemma, not knowing how to feed the tree spirit.

He simply asked directly: "Shame on you, can you drink this bottle of jade dew yourself? Or should I drip it on your roots?"

"No!" A shy female voice said timidly.

Because the tree roots are hers...

The monk in white robe smiled shyly: "Sure enough, you have become a spirit. Are you Yu Buqi?"

"Yes, sir." The tree spirit moved, turned into a beautiful woman, and stood in front of the monk in white robe.

Blood was dripping from her body.

From her right clavicle to her shoulder, everything was gone, leaving only the eerie white bones and the bloody wound, which was particularly tragic.

The white-robed monk was ashamed: "I'm sorry, my junior brother is too naughty. I have some elixirs for strengthening the body. I'll give them to you."

The tree spirit did not refuse and accepted them one by one.

Finally, she took the opened bottle of jade dew and drank it in one gulp: "Thank you, young master. I have no way to repay your kindness. Next year, when the flowers bloom, I will leave the most beautiful one for you as a gift."

"Miss, you are too polite. What is your name?" The white-robed monk bowed politely.

The tree spirit returned the greeting: "Just call me Xinxin."

"What Xin?" The white-robed monk's ears turned red, and he asked with a stiff face.

The tree spirit looked away and said coquettishly: "Xin, the one I long for."

The white-robed monk quickly introduced himself: "I am from Xuanguang Sect, Chu Weizheng, the only Wei, and Zheng, the one who is on the journey."

"Go quickly, sir, I've got it." The tree spirit shook and transformed into the big tree with half green and half yellow leaves.

The cut branches have not grown back yet.

This requires time and opportunity. The

white-robed monk couldn't bear it, so he took off his outer robe, tore it into rags, and bandaged her cut that was oozing with sap.

"I'm sorry, Xinxin, I'll let him apologize to you." The white-robed monk promised gently.

The tree spirit trembled and his voice became hoarse: "Thank you, sir, it's getting dark, go quickly."

The white-robed monk then walked away, looking back every few steps.

When he returned to the master's sect, the guy denied it and only said that the branches he brought back were picked and cut by others.

As for who the others were, he didn't know, it should be a monk who passed by.

The master was biased and did not pursue the matter. Chu Weizheng had to travel thousands of miles to apologize to the tree spirit.

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise." Chu Weizheng was ashamed.

The tree spirit remained silent, only the wind was sighing.

The next spring, the tree was full of green buds.

New buds also emerged in the place where the branches were cut.

Itchy and numb.

However, even in midsummer, the newly grown branches are far from as lush and green as the original ones.

It can only be left to time.

More time.

As for the flowers she left for him, he didn't come to pick them until they withered.

Leaving sighs in vain.

Time is like water, a thousand years pass in a flash.

One day, two monks had unfinished business, failed to ascend to heaven, and were struck by lightning under a tree. One of them had half of his right body burnt, and the other had his heart burnt.

The tree spirit was kind enough to help, and transformed into a young girl, and helped the two up.

She was shocked to find that they were the two old friends who had hurt her and saved her.

The tree spirit was in a tangle of thoughts, and whether to save or not became a difficult question to test her.

In the end, she saved them.

This is her nature, and it cannot be violated.

After the injuries healed, the two monks stared at the young girl in front of them in a daze.

The white-robed monk was ashamed: "Xinxin, it's you, have you been okay these years?"

The girl said nothing.

The black-robed monk sneered: "A mere tree spirit is worthy of your rushing to talk to."

The tree spirit was furious: "One of you cut off half of my right limb, and the other broke your promise, making me wait in disappointment. Now I have forgiven you and saved you, why are you retaliating? Where is your humanity?"

The black-robed monk provoked: "What's wrong with me taunting you? You are just pretending to be nice, just trying to covet our natural resources and treasures to help you practice."

The tree spirit was shocked and heartbroken by this humiliation.

He staggered back, walking farther and farther, and never came back.

The next year, there was a drought for ten months.

The grass in the wasteland withered and the trees died.

The land god who guarded the area was furious and reported the three people to the Jiyuan Immortal Lord who was in charge of the east.

The immortal called the three people over and questioned them one by one, and everything they said was true.

So he sent down heavenly punishment and sent the three people to the lower world to experience tribulation.

But the tree spirit was innocent, and the immortal Jiyuan couldn't bear it, so he secretly arranged for a spirit cat to follow.

"Mimi, wait until she is eighteen. If she has no chance to meet them again, you help her."

The spirit cat obeyed the order.

Calculating the time, the tree spirit should be here, but the original punishment was to drown her.

Rain doesn't lie, but drowning by water, how ironic.

The spirit cat had to go find the white-robed monk.

One day, Chu Weizheng came out of the office, and there was a skinny orange cat with dry fur squatting in front of the car door.

The orange cat spoke in human language: "Hi, human, please take me in~"