Daofeng pretended not to hear it.

"He is Daofeng, he is indeed a handsome man!" Li Linlin said in Lin Sansheng's ear, "No wonder so many girls like him."

Lin Sansheng said: "It seems that I still like Shaoyang a little more."

Master Guangzong drove all the idle people aside, called Ye Shaoyang and Daofeng to sit down, looked at the two of them, and said to Ye Shaoyang: "The purpose of your coming to me is already mentioned. Cheli grass, wisteria flowers, and blood Bodhi are all in this prehistoric world."

"Really?" Ye Shaoyang was extremely surprised.

Master Guangzong smiled and said, "Don't be happy for now. After listening to me, I can find you anytime. But there are blood Bodhi... there are also nearby, but I'm afraid you can't pick it."

Ye Shaoyang frowned and said, "Why is this?"

Master Guangzong pointed to a dim mountain shadow in the distance and said, "Does Master Ye know where this is?"

Ye Shaoyang glanced at it and said, "I know, isn't that grandma's territory?"

He patted his forehead and said, "I understand, Blood Bodhi is on this mountain?"

Seeing that Master Guangzong nodded, Ye Shaoyang pondered and said, "Is there any way to steal the blood Bodhi?"

Master Guangzong Tianshu said: "It is impossible. If you want to obtain blood Bodhi, you must defeat grandma. There is no other possibility."

"Why?" Ye Shaoyang was puzzled, "Is it possible that the blood Bodhi was on grandma?"

Master Guangzong Tianshu said: "You are half right, but in fact... grandma is blood Bodhi."

Ye Shaoyang was stunned on the spot. "What does it mean?"

"Literally, grandma is the thousand-year-old blood Bodhi seed to become a spirit!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned, and even Daofeng frowned.

Ye Shaoyang was even more speechless.

"This... can blood Bodhi become essence?"

"Everything has spirits, why can't blood Bodhi become essence?"

Master Guangzong sighed, "Last time, I told you that I wandered here to capture my grandma, but you don't know that there are many evil ghosts and demons in this prehistoric world, why do I want to catch her?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head slowly.

"Because, like me, she comes from the world. Let me ask you first, do you know what blood Bodhi is?"

"How could I know? I haven't even heard of this term, how could I know it?" Ye Shaoyang said angrily, thinking that the old man was the same, and he could just say anything directly. He asked this and that, even though he knew that he couldn't answer.

"Dao Fengzi, do you know?" Seeing that Ye Shaoyang didn't know, Tianshi of Guangzong went to ask about Dao Feng again.

Ye Shaoyang didn't wait for Daofeng to speak, and pulled over Guangzong Tianshi and said, "Since you know, don't be too lazy, I want to chat, there are opportunities in the future. Please, hurry up and talk about the serious business!"

The rhythm of the conversation was interrupted. Master Guangzong was a little unhappy. He stroked his goatee's beard and began to tell the origin of Blood Bodhi:

"The Bodhi tree was originally a Buddhist holy object. Trees and leaves could be used to make magical instruments, and it is also an excellent anti-evil object.

There is a kind of nine-leaf Bodhi in this Bodhi tree. It is rumored that Sakyamuni at that time achieved enlightenment and became a Buddha under this Bodhi tree. Then he took the nine-leaf Bodhi to the Pure Land of Posa, and it was extinct in the world. In fact, nine-leaf Bodhi still exists, but it is very few in the world, and even many Buddhist disciples have never seen it, let alone ordinary people.

I am still in the world and have a friend of my family with Mount Wutai. This person who presided over the Dharma name Huishen is profound in Buddhism and is also a very powerful monk with boundless magic power. Master Huishen was in troubled times in his later years.

At that time, the northwest area was filled with people's lives and countless casualties, and many dead souls lingered in the world. It was as Du Gongbu said in his poem: "The new ghost was upset with the old ghosts, and the sky was cloudy and rainy and wet sounded chirping...", that was so miserable at that time..."

Ye Shaoyang patted his shoulder and said weakly, "I said to ancestor, I really don't want to interrupt you, but can we not talk about useless things and say the topic is OK?"

Master Guangzong glared and said, "I'm about to get to the point. Your interruption has been delayed a lot of time."

Damn, it turns out that it's his fault. Ye Shaoyang was about to tell the difference. Daofeng grabbed his hand and patted his back, meaning that he would not speak.

"Well, that... huh, where did you just say?" Master Guangzong scratched his head.

"What the hell do you cry?" Guagua reminded.

"Oh yes, this is a poem by Du Gongbu. It is written in a very artistic way. Well... what does it have to do with what I want to say?"

A large crowd fainted.

Fortunately, Master Guangzong remembered it again soon:

"At that time, Master Huishen and I went to the northwest to travel to the undead. As the saying goes, the monsters are born in troubled times. This is true. We came to a small city, and there was almost no one in this city. We asked for it and found out... What's going on?"

"Tell me directly!" At least three people shouted with Ye Shaoyang.

Master Guangzong rolled his eyes in disappointment, and then said: "In this city, a giant monster was born, and many people were eaten, and the rest of the people ran away. So Huishen and I went to remove the monster. This monster was used to absorb human blood and use it for evil cultivation. At that time, we had a very deep cultivation level. We fought with it. Later, we used a bronze incense burner to press it down, but we could not kill the Yuanhun.

Master Huishen then returned to Mount Wutai and invited a nine-leaf Bodhi plant to plant it in this place where the great monsters were suppressed. He used the spiritual power of the nine-leaf Bodhi to purify the demonic power in the soul of the great monster little by little until he could be conquered.

We lived there for a year until the Bodhi tree took root and pulled its leaves, and we were done, we left.

Huishen said at that time that these nine-leaf Bodhi would absorb demon blood. Every three years, the tree trunks suck blood. At this time, they would have to carve marks on the trunk and then they would have endless troubles.

He persisted in this matter for nine years, and then passed away, leaving it to me.

I did it twice, but who would have thought that due to the division of war, the Central Plains and there became two countries and could not communicate with each other. This is one of them, and the other is the second, I did not take this matter particularly seriously. This is my sin.

Twenty years later, the regime changed, and I traveled to the northwest. When I remembered this incident, I found this nine-leaf Bodhi, but I found the tree all over purple and red, and the branches and leaves were bleeding, becoming a tree demon. However, my cultivation level was extremely low and I easily killed it.

The Li Yao suppressed under the tree has long been destroyed in both form and spirit, becoming an empty shell. I was confused in my heart and went to Mount Wutai to ask the host of the world. Only then did I know that there was a saying of blood Bodhi in Buddhism:

Nine-leaf Bodhi suppresses monsters, constantly absorbs monster power and evil spirits, and turns into blood water, so it is called Blood Bodhi. But if the monster it suppresses is too strong, it takes three to five years to bleed blood Bodhi Sa. Otherwise, if Blood Bodhi is backfired by the demon power, he can become a monster himself, practice himself, and at the same time he has the divine consciousness of the monster he suppresses, he will become a stronger monster in time.
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