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He rubbed Mingkong's hands, and said softly: "Mingkong, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"Why would the poor monk not want you?" Ming Kong turned around and hugged the white fox dumpling with his left hand, and then carried the wild boar spirit out of the cave with his right hand.

The wild boar was caught off guard, and before he could struggle, he was thrown outside the cave.

Mingkong looked down at the wild boar spirit from above: "But the lord of the demon way killed Ruan Bai's mother?"

The wild boar spirit couldn't answer obediently, but he opened his mouth to bite off Ming Kong's feet.

The wild boar spirit's bite force is astonishing, Mingkong raised his hand and chopped it, and the wild boar spirit's spine broke in response.

The wild boar has been practicing for more than [-] years, and it can't even transform into a complete human form. Seeing Ming Kong's savage attacks, he had to answer: "I'm just a young man, how can I know what the Lord has done? The Lord ordered , want us to catch you and this white fox, it is said that the purpose is to skin the white fox, as for what the lord wants to do with the master, I don't know."

Ming Kong said sarcastically: "The poor monk just heard that your subordinates called you the 'Honored Lord'. I don't know how your 'Honored Lord' would react if he knew that you called yourself the 'Honored Lord'?"

The Lord of the Yaodao has always killed people like hemp, and the wild boar spirit trembled in fright, begging: "Master, please spare my life."

Before Ming Kong could answer, a little demon reported, "My lord, those mortals have all run away."

When the wild boar spirit heard the word "Honorable Lord", he completely ignored those mortals who were running away, but hurriedly said: "Don't call me 'Honorable Lord' again."

"Honorable Lord." Ming Kong called lightly, "Since you don't know anything, what's the use of the poor monk keeping you?"

Wild Boar Jing Fang begged for mercy, but died of anger.

Mingkong does not kill innocent people, but this wild boar spirit is full of evil, and death is not a pity.

He immediately turned his back so that the white fox group would not see the bloody scene.

The White Fox Tuanzi hadn't slept for nearly two days, and was a little sleepy. He buried his hairy face in Ming Kong's chest and asked, "Did you let those mortals go away?"

"That's right, it's the poor monk." Mingkong told the whole story to Baihu Tuanzi, "That day, the poor monk didn't actually leave. The poor monk knocked out one of the 53 people and turned him into a ghost just now, the poor monk caught a follower of the wild boar spirit and asked him to lead the way. He arrived at the cave ahead of time, but he heard that those mortals had already been cooked. Fortunately, the pot of water was not boiled, and the poor The monk rescued them all, and set a fire in the kitchen."

After hearing this, Baihu Tuanzi closed his eyes involuntarily.

He hadn't fallen asleep for nearly two days, and while he was half asleep and half awake, he couldn't help thinking: If my cultivation base is stronger, can I distinguish Ming Kong from ordinary people?There is no need to be uneasy because you are afraid of being abandoned by Ming Kong.

All these thoughts made him sleepless, he raised his head and stared at the bright sky who was dressed in a jade-colored monk's robe and clearly killed a wild boar spirit just now, but it looked like it was not stained with common dust.

The eyes of one person and one fox collided in one place, and Mingkong asked softly: "What do you want to say to the poor monk?"

Baihu Tuanzi replied: "I want you to teach me how to practice."

Seeing Baihu Tuanzi's firm eyes, Mingkong said seriously: "Cultivation is not something that happens overnight, we have to go to find the Lord of the Demon Way, the Lord of the Demon Way has already noticed where we are, and I am afraid that many demons and ghosts will be arranged along the way. Come to interfere, I am afraid that the poor monk has no time to teach you how to practice."

What Mingkong said was not bad, but Baihu Tuanzi still insisted: "Mingkong, teach me how to practice."

Mingkong warned: "Cultivation is very hard."

The White Fox Tuanzi made up his mind: "No matter how hard it is, I must persevere. I can't be a little fox forever, nestling safely under your wings."

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is very talented in the way of cultivation and mating. Even if they don't practice, when the eighth tail grows out, they can wipe out ordinary spirits and monsters.

There are actually very few people who can grow nine tails, but the parents of Baihu Tuanzi are both nine-tailed foxes who have grown nine tails, so Baihu Tuanzi should also be able to grow nine tails.

Diligent practice can make the tail grow faster, but it is impossible to grow all nine tails in a short period of time.

The White Fox Tuanzi is not yet one year old, and can't even transform into a human form, so the primary goal of training is to transform into a human form.

Ming Kong used his body skills, went to the nearest inn, asked for a room, let Baihu Tuanzi have dinner first, and let Baihu Tuanzi sleep for two hours before calling Baihu Tuanzi.

White Fox Tuanzi just fell asleep, lying on his back, his fur stretched out, revealing his pink and tender meat pads and soft fur belly.

Mingkong didn't like living things at first, but after a long time, he couldn't let go of the fur of the white fox dumpling.

He couldn't help being playful, and first poked the white fox dumpling's fur belly, and then called out: "It's time to get up."

Baihu Tuanzi fell asleep with his mouth shut, and didn't hear what Ming Kong said at all.

Mingkong had no choice but to say: "It's time to get up."

The white fox group thought that Mingkong was too noisy, rolled around on the bed a few times, and stayed away from Mingkong.

Mingkong couldn't help but pinch the white fox dumpling and said, "It's time to get up."

Baihu Tuanzi was not sober, but mumbled, "It's so noisy."

Mingkong was so helpless that he simply picked up Baihu Tuanzi from the bed, and Baihu Tuanzi instinctively burrowed into his arms.

He took out a bowl of crucian carp tofu soup that he had prepared in advance, and heated it up.

Sure enough, he saw the white fox dumpling's small, black nose move, and stick out the bright red tip of his tongue greedily, but the white fox dumpling still didn't wake up.

He leaned closer to the hairy ears of Baihu Tuanzi and said: "If you wake up immediately, the poor monk will give you crucian carp tofu soup."

After that, he brought the crucian carp tofu soup closer to the white fox dumpling's nose.

Baihu Tuanzi finally opened his blurred eyes, and complained vaguely: "Ming Kong, why did you wake me up?"

Before Ming Kong could answer, he had already snatched the bowl of crucian carp tofu soup from Ming Kong.

He ate the crucian carp and tofu soup like a storm, until there was not even a drop of soup left. He rubbed his round belly and yawned again.

Mingkong reminded: "Didn't you want the poor monk to teach you how to practice?"

"Cultivation? Cultivation!" Baihu Tuanzi woke up immediately, stared at Ming Kong, and said with great interest, "Shall we start now?"

Ming Kong nodded and said, "Yes, this is the beginning."

He first taught Baihu Tuanzi a set of mental methods, and let Baihu Tuanzi comprehend it by himself, sometimes giving advice, while he himself chanted sutras in a low voice.

If you want to achieve a certain level of cultivation in a short period of time, the quickest way is to take panacea.

The so-called miraculous medicines are probably hidden in various sects and sects, and they are heavily guarded. He can't go to snatch them, so as not to cause trouble for Wuxiang Temple, and he doesn't have enough silver to buy some less effective miraculous medicines, so he can only go to Looking for panacea without a master in the wild mountains and mountains, or taking it from the subordinates of the Lord of the Demon Dao—in any case, the Lord of the Demon Dao is already his enemy, so he can't be counted as making enemies.

He thought so, and the next day, he returned to Guanyun Town and asked his teacher brother.

The senior brother told him that there is a Ganoderma lucidum essence under the Lord Yaodao, and that Ganoderma lucidum essence is responsible for collecting elixir for the Lord Yaodao, and the Ganoderma lucidum essence has just obtained a South Sea pearl in the past few days, it is said that it can greatly improve the cultivation for.

And this Ganoderma lucidum essence is still near the South China Sea, and has not left.

He immediately rushed to the South China Sea with the white fox regiment. The South China Sea is boundless, but his brother doesn't know where the Ganoderma lucidum essence is in the South China Sea.

One person and one fox came to a small fishing village on the South China Sea. The white fox dumpling happily ate all kinds of seafood, while Mingkong only lived on vegetable porridge.

The aroma of seafood is indeed alluring, but Ming Kong is unmoved.

The white fox dumpling ate a lot of fish, shrimp and crab, until its belly bulged again, and then collapsed on the beach.

It was noon, his eyes were half closed, and his fur was shining silver in the sunlight.

Ming Kong inspected the small fishing village, and there was only one clam essence in it, and there was no trace of Ganoderma lucidum essence.

After checking, he returned to the beach, but the white fox group was gone.

Could it be that he was captured by a monster?

Anxious in his heart, he raised his feet to look for it, and not long after, he saw the white fox dumpling rushing towards him, its small body seemed to fly because of its rush.

When he was young, the white fox tuanzi jumped into his arms, rubbed his furry forehead against his collarbone and said, "Ming Kong, Ming Kong, Ming Kong, where did you go?"

While stroking the white fox dumpling, Mingkong replied: "The poor monk just went to check this village, and saw you dozing off on the beach, but didn't wake you up."

White Fox Tuanzi argued: "I didn't take a nap, I was digesting food."

Mingkong laughed and said: "Shouldn't Xiaoshi be walking around? How can you lie still?"

The White Fox Tuanzi said confidently: "Our Nine-Tailed Fox Clan can lie still for digestion—no, I can't lie still, I'm obviously alive and kicking."

Ming Kong joked: "Is it because Mao Mao was blown by the wind?"

The white fox tuanzi argued hard: "It's not only Mao Mao, but my Mao Mao's ears and paws are also moving."

"Tickling?" Mingkong pretended to be shocked, "Ruan Bai, you don't have lice growing on your body, do you?"

The White Fox Tuanzi snorted angrily: "How could our Nine-Tailed Fox Clan get lice? Only you mortals get lice."

"Really?" Ming Kong stroked the white fox's fur, "Let the poor monk come and take a good look at you to see if you have lice."

Baihu Tuanzi flashed his paws towards Mingkong: "If you say that I have lice, I will catch you."

Mingkong indulged and said: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, the poor monk already knows that you don't get lice."

Baihu Tuanzi turned his head away: "I don't get lice in the first place."

Ming Kong rubbed the fur on the lower jaw of Baihu Tuanzi: "Yes, yes, you don't get lice."

Then, he carried the white fox dumpling to an uninhabited beach, put the white fox dumpling down again, and said, "You're better off practicing."

Before Mingkong stood up, the white fox tuanzi grabbed the skirt of Mingkong's monk's robe with a pair of front paws: "Where are you going?"

Mingkong stroked the hairy head of Baihu Tuanzi and said: "The poor monk doesn't go anywhere, you practice here, and the poor monk chants scriptures here."

"That's good." Baihu Tuanzi obediently loosened Mingkong's lapel, and began to practice.

Ming Kong fiddled with the Buddha beads with one hand, and knocked on the wooden fish with the other, and recited the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra".

But for some reason, he thought of his senior brother's sarcasm: "Did you knock the wooden fish too much, and did your brain become a wooden fish?"

That person was his friend—maybe he wasn't even a friend.

Because that person always wants to restrain his behavior, he actually hated that person very much at first, how about tearing up Buddhist scriptures, destroying Buddha statues, why not do whatever you want?

But since he can be restrained by that person, should he regard that person as a friend?

——This is the conclusion he spent 500 years coming to.

Why did the brother compare him to a wooden fish because he called that person a friend?

But he has never understood what his senior brother thinks, so it's only natural that he doesn't understand this time?