Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

Time flies by unnoticed in the mountains; three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past three years, Ye Feng has never slacked off, working tirelessly day and night.

The Chaos Golden Crow Technique continuously tempered his physical body and primordial spirit, resulting in a steady increase in his combat power.

That wisp of solar essence has now been nearly half refined.

A year ago, he broke through the shackles of the Celestial Immortal realm, condensed the five elements within his body, formed a point of immortal golden nature, and officially stepped into the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Even after leaving Fangcun Mountain, he could still be considered a powerful figure.

In addition, his innate supernatural powers are extremely strong, so if it really comes down to a fight, even ordinary veteran Taiyi Golden Immortals might not be his match.

The ability to save one's life is already in place.

Even so, Ye Feng still felt it wasn't enough.

Because at the same time, the stone monkey also broke through to the Celestial Immortal realm!

The speed of progress is astonishing, and there is no sign of it slowing down.

Ye Feng secretly estimated that within a year, this monkey would probably follow closely behind and attempt to reach the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

The spiritual stone monkey, nurtured by heaven and earth, is indeed extraordinary.

Even if the monkey truly becomes a Taiyi Golden Immortal, Ye Feng has nothing to fear.

Cultivation level and combat strength are not the same.

Even if that monkey is invincible among its peers, Ye Feng is absolutely confident that he can suppress it—"beating it to a pulp" is no exaggeration.

On this day, Ye Feng sat quietly on the stone platform behind the mountain, his knees crossed, a faint golden light flowing around him, and the Chaos Golden Crow Technique slowly began to circulate.

The more I practice, the more I realize how profound and complex this attack method is, seemingly containing endless mysteries and untapped potential.

Three inches in front of the brow, a golden flame slowly rotates, continuously injecting energy into the body.

It is the essence of the sun.

Compared to the initial amount, nearly half has been consumed.

Since entering the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal, Ye Feng has clearly noticed that this realm is completely different from the one before.

Every small step forward is a hundred times more difficult than before.

In the Heavenly Court, countless immortals have been trapped in the Celestial Immortal realm for thousands of years, unable to move an inch.

If he hadn't had the continuous supply of energy from the sun's essence, he probably wouldn't have been able to break through so smoothly.

He also had doubts in his heart: Where did Bodhi get the essence of the sun or the Chaos Golden Crow Technique?

Without a doubt, both originated from the ancient Heavenly Court.

So what role did Bodhi play when the Heavenly Court was destroyed?

He had no way of knowing any of this.

I didn't dare ask.

He appears arrogant and flamboyant on the surface, but he is actually clear-headed and knows that some boundaries cannot be crossed and some tests cannot be conducted.

His words and actions on Fangcun Mountain, including his disrespect and rudeness towards Bodhi, were all within the scope of Bodhi's tacit approval.

The essence of the sun continued to rotate, and the magical power within the body surged like a river, completing one great cycle after another.

A huge golden crow phantom gradually emerged behind them, its wingspan reaching tens of feet, its golden light shining brightly, like a great sun rising from the secluded valley.

He made a hand seal and gave a low shout.

In an instant, an incredibly solid golden pillar of fire burst forth from the essence of the sun, striking him directly—it was pure energy compressed to its extreme.

boom!

A golden light shot up from behind Fangcun Mountain, tearing through the clouds as if to pierce the sky.

The light flashed and disappeared so quickly that one might doubt whether it was just an illusion.

Ye Feng slowly stood up, two clusters of golden flames flickering deep in his eyes, before gradually returning to calm.

He raised his hand and drew in the essence of the sun, causing the ball of light to shrink even further.

Standing atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, he gazed quietly at the horizon, then turned and slowly walked towards the Taoist temple below.

"Finally, I've reached the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm."

Ye Feng slowly descended the mountain, his gaze sweeping over the autumn scenery along the way.

Autumn has arrived again, and the mountains are covered with fallen leaves, which make a soft rustling sound when you step on them.

In the blink of an eye, he has been in this world for thirteen years.

Aside from the first three years when he was just an ordinary crow, he spent almost all his time on Fangcun Mountain.

Strangely enough, this kind of quiet, secluded life gradually became a habit.

Though quiet and solitary, it is also free and unrestrained.

But he knew in his heart that the day the monkey left was not far off.

According to his memory, the monkey spent a total of ten years seeking enlightenment on Fangcun Mountain.

The first seven years were nothing more than carrying water, chopping wood, and sweeping the courtyard; the actual cultivation of supernatural powers took only three short years.

Ye Feng silently calculated that the time had come.

As I was pondering this, I had already entered the area of ​​the Taoist temple when I suddenly heard a commotion ahead, a mixture of laughter and shouts.

The sound did not come from the front yard, but from the shrine further ahead.

He strolled forward and saw a group of disciples gathered in the center, pointing and gesturing with great interest.

Some of them were early disciples, while others were younger disciples who had recently joined the Bodhi Patriarch's school within the last ten years.

Over the years, the monkey has mentored some junior disciples, and has gradually earned the title of senior brother.

As for himself...

"Senior Brother Ye." A disciple noticed him and quickly bowed.

This person has been in the mountains for quite some time, and in terms of seniority, he is actually above Ye Feng.

In this small mountain, Ye Feng always addressed everyone as "Junior Brother," but over time, he was revered as Senior Brother.

In addition, rumors circulated that he was ruthless and unpredictable, which instilled awe in people, who treated him with the respect due to a junior.

Ye Feng nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on the center of the altar.

There stood a vigorous pine tree, its branches straight and reaching for the sky, like an ancient tree that had stood for thousands of years.

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

He had anticipated this scene, but he never expected it to come so suddenly.

"This monkey..."

He sighed and shook his head, a complex emotion flickering in his gaze as he looked at the pine tree.

If the monkey knew that this boasting would directly lead to his expulsion from the sect, would he still be so proud of it?

Ye Feng gave a wry smile and then dismissed the thought.

It wasn't the monkey's fault at all—it was clearly Bodhi Patriarch's intention to let him leave.

Even if this hadn't happened today, we could find a pretext to drive him down the mountain tomorrow.

The initiative has never been in the hands of the monkey.

Having figured this out, he calmed down and began to carefully examine the "pine tree".

It must be said that the monkey's ability to transform itself is almost masterful.

If he hadn't known the details beforehand and hadn't personally practiced the Seventy-Two Transformations, he probably wouldn't have been able to distinguish the truth from the falsehood.

This is precisely the mystery of the Seventy-Two Transformations—it is not merely an illusion that changes appearance, but a transformation that also alters the essence of life.

It becomes whatever it is, with flesh, blood, spirit, and soul all changing accordingly.

Otherwise, how could it be called supreme supernatural power?

Although the monkey was still a major realm lower than Ye Feng at this moment, his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Celestial Immortal realm.

Just then, the noise startled the Bodhi Patriarch in the quiet room.

An elderly man with white hair and beard approached slowly, holding a whisk, his voice like an ancient bell: "Who dares to make such a commotion here?"

Upon hearing the sound, the disciples turned around and, seeing that it was their patriarch in person, were immediately startled and hurriedly straightened their clothes and bowed in respect.

Ye Feng also bowed and stepped aside.

Bodhi glanced at him indifferently without saying a word, then his gaze fell on the pine tree.

The monkey panicked instantly.

The pine tree shook violently, its branches and leaves twisting and rearing, instantly returning to a human shape, and it knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Master, it is your disciple!"

"It was just a moment of confusion on my part, I didn't mean to make a fuss... My fellow disciples asked me to demonstrate my transformation technique, so I transformed into a tree for everyone to see, I had no other intention!"

Ye Feng silently shook his head.

The monkey was still trying its best to explain, completely unaware that it had violated a taboo.

Bodhi remained calm and did not get angry. He slowly said, "You monkey, did I teach you the art of transformation so that you could show off in public? The focus of cultivation is on cultivating the mind."

The moment a thought arises, disaster ensues.

"If you were to transform into a tree and show it to others, and they were to admire it and ask for your teachings, would you impart them or not? If you do, you would be indiscriminately imparting teachings; if you do not, you would be making enemies. With such a mindset, you will inevitably bring about a great disaster sooner or later."

The monkey lowered its head, tears streaming down its face, feeling wronged but daring not to speak. It could only kowtow repeatedly, saying, "Master, your disciple knows his mistake! From now on, I will devote myself to cultivation and never dare to show off my skills again!"

Bodhi sighed and waved his whisk: "Fine, I won't punish you. Go."

The monkey was stunned and failed to react for a moment.

It wasn't until I came to my senses that I suddenly realized—this meant being expelled from the family!

In an instant, tears streamed down his face, and he prostrated himself on the ground, weeping bitterly: "Master! Master! Your disciple knows he was wrong! Where will you take your disciple? Your disciple will never dare to do it again!"

His forehead kept hitting the ground with a thud, his expression one of extreme grief.

Seeing this, the surrounding disciples were all heartbroken and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Bodhi suddenly changed color and said sternly, "If you hadn't been making trouble for no reason, would Wukong have even thought of showing off? Now you dare to plead for him? If you speak again, I will banish you all from the mountain!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent, daring not to utter another word.

He turned around, looked at the monkey, and said, "You have been on the mountain for ten years and have learned a lot of skills. It's time for you to go back to where you belong."

The monkey then suddenly remembered that he was originally a stone monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain in Aolai Country. Still unwilling to accept this, he looked up and said, "Master, I have been fortunate enough to be taught by you and attain the Great Dao. I have not yet repaid your great kindness; how can I bear to leave?"

Bodhi's expression was calm, and his tone was even: "Our master-disciple relationship has come to an end, and we should part ways. Go, there's no need for further words."

The monkey's eyes welled up with tears, and he finally bowed deeply three times, saying solemnly, "Master, please take care."

After saying that, he stood up and turned to leave.

Just then, Bodhi suddenly called out to him again. The monkey's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of joy swept over him, thinking that the situation could still be salvaged.

To everyone's surprise, Bodhi coldly replied, "You will surely bring disaster upon yourself on this journey. But no matter what trouble you cause, you must not mention that I am your master."

If you dare utter a single word, I will know, and I will skin you alive, tear you apart, and cast your soul into the deepest hell, never to be reborn!

Upon hearing this, the monkey felt even more sorrowful.

However, being inherently arrogant, he was immediately enraged and declared loudly, "Master, rest assured! Even if the heavens collapse and the earth crumbles, bringing calamity to the three realms, I will bear it all alone and will never utter a word about my sect—I will only say that all my skills are the result of my own enlightenment!"

Without turning back, he somersaulted into the air and vanished into the clouds in an instant.

Ye Feng stood among the disciples, observing everything, and sighed softly. Just as he was about to leave, a voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"Trigger the quest selection: The monkey leaves the mountain."

"Option 1: Stay on Fangcun Mountain to cultivate, and you will be rewarded with a three-thousand-year-old peach."

"Option 2: Descend the mountain alone quietly, and you will be rewarded with a Celestial Creation Pill."

Option 3: Follow Sun Wukong and depart together, rewarding you with a superior-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Ye Feng's eyelids twitched suddenly—this system... still exists?

He spent ten years on Fangcun Mountain without making any moves, and had long assumed that this was just a fleeting opportunity that had vanished without a trace.

Faced with three choices, I hesitated for a moment and silently said to myself, "Choose three."

"Confirm selection. Rewards will be issued immediately after the host reunites with Sun Wukong."

The system's voice sounded again, but Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged.

In a short while, all the disciples had dispersed, leaving only Bodhi standing alone in the same spot.

Ye Feng stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Master."

Bodhi glanced at him, a slight smile appearing on his lips: "Walk with your master for a while."

Such an expression was extremely rare; at least Ye Feng had never seen it before.

He nodded in agreement, and the two left the preaching platform and walked slowly along the path towards the back mountain.