Listening to the Buddha's sutras preached for several days is better than that of Qing Yuanzi's practice for hundreds of years.

The fairy aura on his body became more and more prosperous, and then gradually became peaceful.

After the fairy spirit was calm, Qing Yuanzi opened his eyes as if golden light was emitted.

"Qing Yuanzi."

Daji was startled: "Are you going to ascend to immortality?"

Qing Yuanzi glanced at her and wrote on the sign: "From is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

Before he finished writing, a light suddenly popped out of Sun Wukong's hand and hit Qing Yuanzi, knocking him out.

Daji stared at this scene blankly.

"He was influenced by the Buddha too deeply and almost became an Arhat."

Zhenyuan Daxian said something.

Daji reacted and quickly stuffed his ears.

She doesn't want to be brainwashed into a monk by the Buddha.

Zhenyuan Daxian felt that Daji's actions sometimes looked very similar to his seven disciples.

He knew in his heart that the immortals would not be as much influenced by the Buddha. Qing Yuanzi was a mortal after all, and was deeply affected.

But Zhenyuan Daxian thought it was fun, so he didn't tell Daji the truth.

The Buddha preached for several days, but there was no sign of stopping.

"It's indeed a chatterbox."

Daji thought to himself.

"I would have stayed in Huaguo Mountain if I had known it."

While missing Huaguo Mountain, she looked at Qingyuanzi boredly.

In order not to make Qing Yuanzi become an arhat, every time he opens his eyes, Daji will go over and knock him out with one blow.
Chapter completed!