“Bald donkey, do you have anything to say for yourself?” Jiang Wen asked the monk, his expression displeased.
This monk looked presentable enough, but he only ever did things to trick people. If it weren't for his Four Symbols Formation protecting him, plus the tiger spirit's clone, he would probably have been planted here by this locust tree spirit. On the contrary, this monk was leisurely, and now he even had the mind to chop down the tree, he really thought highly of him.
“Greetings, fellow Daoist, have you been well?” The monk stopped his movements and smiled at Jiang Wen. He bowed, making a respectful expression.
Jiang Wen rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush up, although the locust tree spirit was still there and the crisis had not been resolved. But he had to show this monk a thing or two.
Unexpectedly, upon seeing this, the monk said with a smile, “Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand me, you misunderstand me. Please listen to me explain slowly.”
“Do you think we have time?” Jiang Wen glanced at the tiger spirit being passively beaten in the distance, knowing that the locust tree spirit was currently gaining the upper hand. Once the locust tree spirit finished off the tiger spirit, if they hadn't left, they would definitely be dealt with next.
“You ruined such a good situation just now, you bald donkey deserve to die!” Jiang Wen said through gritted teeth.
“This poor monk is also doing it for your own good, fellow Daoist, please don't blame me.” The monk spread his hands innocently, then sighed. “If I hadn't said that just now, the one who would be unlucky in the future would be you, fellow Daoist.”
“The unlucky one is me? What do you mean by that?” Jiang Wen asked in confusion.
“……Crap, is heaven really going to abandon me?” Jiang Wen only felt a headache. He realized that there was no way for him to escape. He tried to break through the top of the cave. But after hitting it a few times, he gave up on this idea.
The monk's words made quite a bit of sense, but unfortunately, Jiang Wen didn't think so. After all, compared to this so-called opportunity, Jiang Wen felt that life was the most important thing.
But as he flew in the air and looked around, he found that the road he had come from had collapsed, and all sides were sealed off.
“Fellow Daoist, are you looking for me?” Hong Luan was sitting in the lush canopy, looking at him with a smile on her red-clothed face. She threw down the fruit in her hand, and Jiang Wen subconsciously caught it.
“Amitabha.” The monk chanted.
“Fellow Daoist, do you know that if you had really become the locust tree spirit's savior just now, you would have been bound to her in eternal marriage for all lifetimes. If I hadn't stopped you, fellow Daoist, your path of cultivation would probably have ended here.” The monk said with compassion.
“Eternal marriage?” Jiang Wen subconsciously thought of the locust tree spirit's beautiful face with her silver hair disheveled, and her graceful figure. He felt that this matter, well, it wasn't impossible. “If that's really the case, then I would be taking advantage.”
“Hiss, this locust tree spirit can absorb the spiritual essence of demons?” The monk took a cold breath, his expression a bit displeased. He didn't expect this locust tree spirit to have such an ability.
When the monk saw him return, he said with a surprised expression, “It seems that fellow Daoist has figured it out and wants to chop down the tree with me.”
“I found this thing in this tree, consider it a repayment for your kindness.” Hong Luan gracefully landed, walked to Jiang Wen's side and said as she looked at him. “I am very grateful to you for saving me earlier, fellow Daoist. I will naturally repay my debts. In the future, if you go to the territory of the Myriad Worlds Gate, you can mention my name, Hong Luan.”
“How dare I, how dare I.” The monk waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of smiles. Then he pointed to the large tree that was being felled behind him and said to Jiang Wen. “Fellow Daoist, why not join me in felling this Soul Tree? This is the most precious thing in this underworld. It is the foundation for the locust tree spirit to nurture the underworld.”
“Not so.” Jiang Wen shook his head and sighed. “It's just that the way out is blocked, and I don't know where to go.”
“Then what should we do? Just surrender?” Jiang Wen frowned.
“Let's still run for our lives. Even if you can fell this tree, there's no time to take it away now.” Jiang Wen pointed to the battle that was about to end in the distance and said to the monk. “If we don't leave, we'll be waiting for this locust tree spirit to wipe us all out.”
“What about the disciple of the Myriad Worlds Gate?” Jiang Wen searched all around, not seeing Hong Luan's figure. Just as he was feeling puzzled, he heard a woman's laughter coming from the top of the tree.
“Haha, fellow Daoist is still too timid.” The monk laughed loudly, then raised his axe and continued to chop down the tree. “Since we are cultivators seeking the Dao, how can we be afraid of this little thing? Haven't you heard, chestnuts are taken from the fire, and fragrance comes from bitter cold. There are thousands of opportunities in the world, how can there be one without danger? If you give up here, what about the next time you encounter one? Life and death are destined, wealth is in the heavens. How can you be timid?”
“There's no need, this locust tree spirit is indeed not just a locust tree.” A gentle voice came from behind, and Jiang Wen subconsciously looked over. It was Yan Gongli, opening her eyes and looking at him with a smile.
Listening to Jiang Wen's muttering, the monk's face was a bit bewildered. He stared at this little Daoist, always feeling that something was wrong with him. Who would want their path of cultivation to be interrupted like this? Giving up the path of seeking immortality for a locust tree spirit?
“He's also the founder of the Immeasurable Pavilion, come on, do something.” Thinking this, Jiang Wen drove his flying sword back to the place where the monk was chopping down the tree.
“……Let's just let this matter pass, if you trick me again, monk, don't blame me for being rude.” Jiang Wen said with feigned anger.
“Fellow Daoist, do you know that this locust tree spirit is a locust tree. If you become entangled with her, you will not be at peace even after death.” The monk persuaded again.
Seeing the appearance of these two people, Jiang Wen knew that things might be a bit bad. He saw that after the silver-haired locust tree spirit absorbed the tiger spirit, this body appeared even more妖异动人.
As the three were talking, they heard the tiger spirit's miserable scream coming from the distance. They all turned their heads to look, and saw the tiger spirit being pierced through its body by countless branches, and then slowly being sucked into a tiger husk.
“Then fellow Daoist should chop down the tree with me even more. As long as this tree is cut down, the locust tree spirit's cultivation will lose more than half, and then we can join forces to contend with it.” The monk laughed, no longer paying attention to Jiang Wen. He swung his axe and chopped at this large tree.
This cave roof, I don't know what kind of stone it is, it is hard and black. When Feishuang hits it, it only breaks open a small hole. To dig through the cave roof, I don't know how many years and months it will take.
“If there's really no way to escape, then I can only use merit points.” Jiang Wen thought to himself, observing his surroundings and preparing to find a safe place to hide. He turned his head and glanced at Yan Gongli, who was unconscious on his back, and shook her impatiently. This ancestor was sleeping soundly, lying on his back and not suffering any harm, it was all him who was jumping up and down trying to find a way to escape.
“The greatest opportunity in the world is to live, there are thousands of opportunities in the world, but there is only one way to live. If you die and your Dao disappears, no matter how many adventures you have, they will all become someone else's wedding dress.” Jiang Wen dropped these words and stepped on his flying sword, preparing to leave the underground world.
“Hey, you're awake.” Jiang Wen said unhappily.
“Yes, I'm awake. I had a great dream for ten thousand years.”
Yan Gongli jumped down from Jiang Wen's back and stretched lazily.
