Chapter 21
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[A magical monkey hair]
[Level: B-level items]
[Type: consumption, phantom binding]
[Function: Summon the most powerful blow of the Fighting Buddha to kill all enemies!]
It's awesome, it's a B-level item.
It is indeed the hair on the Great Sage's body.
But in the words of Wei Li and others, phantom binding is worthless unless there is a mission requirement.
Muchuan opened the door and saw that the door was crowded with boys in gray clothes.
Everyone stared at Muchuan with blood-red eyes, ready to go.
As soon as Muchuan stepped out of the door, they would swarm him.
What the hell, didn't you agree to wait for me in the back mountain? Muchuan turned back to look at Tang Seng, pointed at the boy in gray clothes at the door, and said:
"Are you feeling guilty? Do you dare to let them withdraw?"
"Haha!" Tang Monk said with a disdainful smile: "If you can't even pass this test, you are not qualified to come to the back mountain to see me."
Muchuan closed the door, turned around and walked to Tang Seng, their eyes met.
Muchuan then sat cross-legged and said quietly:
"This is the room of a holy monk after all, and there is no quilt prepared for it.
I can only make do with it tonight. "
The bed next to it was empty with only bed boards. It seemed that Tang Seng had never laid down.
Tang Seng's face was gloomy, he closed his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Muchuan guessed right, as long as he stayed in this room and didn't go out, nothing would happen.
This is the rule of the fantasy realm, and it is the glimmer of hope for the apostle of the fantasy realm.
...
when!
Early the next morning, the melodious sound of bells came from outside the house.
Sunlight poured in from the window. Muchuan stood up slowly and smiled at Tang Monk:
"I'm really leaving this time, see you in the back of the mountain."
Tang Monk closed his eyes and said slowly: "There are many Illusion Realm apostles who have come to the back mountain, but none of them can leave alive."
Opening the door, Muchuan walked out of the house.
[Ding! Wuzhuangguan exploration progress +20%, current progress is 80%]
Except for the back mountain, Muchuan has basically explored other parts of Wuzhuang Temple, and there should be no other value.
Muchuan did not go back to the room, but went straight to the back mountain.
...
The residence of the apostles.
"Why didn't Gao Jie come back all night?" Ding Shi asked doubtfully.
They were used to Muchuan helping them deal with the bloody ginseng fruit.
Now that Muchuan is suddenly absent, they feel very insecure, even if the boy in white no longer sends bloody ginseng fruit.
"Smug young people disobey the team's management and show off their bravery." Guan Song said disdainfully:
"In the words of you young people, he died on his own."
"Alas...Brother Gao Jie is capable, but he is still too young." Li Zhuang sighed.
In this dangerous fantasy world, Muchuan didn't return home all night, and they didn't think he had any chance of surviving.
Only Wei Li was thoughtful, she felt that Muchuan was definitely not dead.
This guy must have found some key clue.
At this moment, the boy in white summoned them to gather in the yard.
"A few days ago, the holy monks and disciples did not eat the ginseng fruits from our Wuzhuang Temple. This is because we did not entertain them well.
The holy monk passed by Wuzhuang Temple and had not even tasted ginseng fruit. When word spread, he thought we at Wuzhuang Temple had neglected him.
Today, Master is hosting a banquet for the holy monks and disciples again. You must serve them well. "
Li Zhuang and others' faces suddenly turned pale.
"Oops, Gao Jie is dead, what should we do?" Duan Qingqing trembled all over.
Guan Song and Wei Li looked at each other and were not surprised.
Ding Shi looked at the remaining cannon fodder thoughtfully.
There were fifteen of them in total, and now there were only seven left in the room.
Li Zhuang, Ding Shi, Wei Li, Guan Song, Duan Qingqing and the other two newcomers Zhang Daniu and Luo Bota.
"Where is our other brother? Doesn't it matter if he doesn't come?" Ding Shi asked tentatively to the boy in white:
"The one who eats bloody ginseng fruit every day."
Muchuan had never seen a dead person or a corpse. Even if they thought he was 90% dead, they still needed to confirm.
The boy in white looked at everyone and said:
"It doesn't matter if you don't come. You are violating Master's will. You are responsible for life and death."
Duan Qingqing and several newcomers followed the boy in white away tremblingly.
She had an ominous premonition.
Muchuan is gone, whose turn will it be to eat the bloody ginseng fruit?
Duan Qingqing rolled his eyes and hurriedly caught up with Ding Shi, holding his hand and rubbing his chest against his arm:
"Brother Ding Shi, I'm afraid."
Ding Shi smiled and patted her waist and said, "It's okay, I'm here."
Duan Qingqing's chest immediately rubbed against Ding Shi's arm more than a dozen times:
"Brother Ding Shi, you are so kind. I love men like you who stand up to protect the weak."
The desire in Ding Shi's eyes was undisguised: "What's your phone number? I'll contact you when you go out."
It seemed that this shot was unavoidable, so Duan Qingqing simply took the risk and said:
"138...I am a junior at ** Vocational and Technical College. Please remember to look at me when brother Ding Shi goes out."
"I must go to Tou...to see you."
...
Muchuan came to the back mountain.
It is said to be the back mountain, but it is actually just a small hillside, only more than ten meters higher than Wuzhuang Temple.
Climbing up a small hillside, you can see a huge yard.
After passing through the courtyard gate, you can see a terrifying and ugly towering tree growing in the center of the courtyard.
This tree is not a regular green, but a deep blood red.
Its trunk is not wooden, but is made of sticky balls of blood and flesh.
It seemed as if thousands of lives were struggling painfully in it, with dark red liquid seeping out.
The liquid flows along the tree trunks and falls to the ground, making a heart-stopping sound.
What hangs on the branch is an even more deformed existence.
They should have been in the shape of fruits, but at this moment they looked more like cancerous tumors that had been magnified hundreds of times.
Each fruit is twisted and covered with dense blood vessels and eyes. This is the bloody ginseng fruit.
This terrifying big tree is the bloody ginseng tree.
Under the fruit tree, there are two transparent spirits emitting white light, seemingly trying to fight against them.
The branches of the bloody ginseng tree tightly entangled the two spirits.
"Someone is coming." The transparent spirit on the left glanced at Muchuan.
The transparent spirit body on the right side of the bloody ginseng fruit tree turned to look at Muchuan, with a smile on his face and said:
"Little brother, come here and help, this ginseng fruit tree has become a demon and we can't suppress it anymore.
You can just walk in wearing my Taoist robe. "
It seems that the one on the right is the bright moon, and the one on the left is the breeze.
Muchuan stepped into the courtyard, and a streak of blood flashed past him, but was blocked by Ming Yue's Taoist robe.
It seemed that this robe indeed allowed him to move freely in Wuzhuang Temple.
The courtyard in the back mountain is no longer his forbidden area.
"How can I help you?" Muchuan asked.
At this time, a huge human face was printed on the trunk of the ginseng fruit tree.
Old, withered, evil, scary faces:
"Haha, it's you kid, I didn't expect you to really dare to come.
But all this is in vain. Before you, there were two phantom apostles who came to deal with me with the hair of the dead monkey.
They are all dead, but I am still fine.
It's useless, that monkey hair can't kill me. "
The huge human face on the tree trunk roared arrogantly.
But Muchuan could hear a guilty conscience in his words.
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