In the scorching sun, on the ruins of the Transmission Hall, monsters are busy rebuilding the palace.

Fairy Shuiyue sat in the clouds, watching the scene with joy.

Three months after the war ended, the city of Wanling returned to peace.

Humans and monsters are rebuilding Wanling City, and even children are helping to carry stones. Their hands are worn out by the stones, but the enthusiasm on their faces has not decreased at all.

"Why not help Buddha."

A voice asked behind Fairy Shuiyue.

The fairy didn't look back: "Golden Cicadazi, you really have me."

"It's been decades."

Elder Jinchan replied: "No matter how stupid I am, I should have a look."

He floated in front of Fairy Shuiyue.

"Answer my question." Elder Jinchan asked, "Why didn't it help the Buddha."

Fairy Shuiyue stroked her long: "He didn't ask me to help."

“This is not the answer.”

Elder Jinchan floated into the distance: "Are you also looking forward to the day when the Great Sage comes into contact with Buddhism?"

Fairy Shuiyue smiled.

The will of the Kingdom of All Spirits has changed, but some things have not changed.

Seven spider spirits are still flying kites.

Fairy Shuiyue looked at Elder Jincicada Feiyuan, and then answered without any point.

The sky of the Kingdom of All Spirits is blue and cloudless, just like her mood.

And in the library, the immortals have begun to study the books of heaven.

Shuide Xingjun took a copy of "Tao Techniques Creation - Fusion" for a long time and finally realized something.

“This could be a fake book.”

He said so.

He can't understand a single word of the whole book!

"That's right."

Not only him, but other immortals also said that they had read fake books.

"We can't understand!"

"It must have been written by the Great Sage!"

The heavenly book is composed of a kind of text called immortal text, but they cannot understand immortal text at all.

"You guys look at this first."

Bodhi Patriarch came over and handed them the "Annotations of Immortal Texts": "Only by learning Immortal Texts can you learn how to create Taoist arts."

When the Shuide Xingjun opened the comments, he realized that the immortal text is not a text.

It is somewhat similar to the strokes of the text. It can be arranged in length and short to construct texts with different semantic meanings. There are a total of 28 immortal texts, but there are countless ways to form them.

"Why is it so troublesome?"

Shuide Xingjun scratched his head: "Why did the Great Sage change the word into an immortal text?"

"Many words have several different meanings and are extremely difficult to distinguish."

The ancestor said: "These immortal texts are the oldest words and can construct Taoist techniques more refinedly."

The immortals suddenly realized.

"Master." Shui De Xingjun asked, "Have you learned all the immortal texts?"

"After learning it, it is not difficult to use it to create Taoist techniques."

The ancestor stroked his long beard and said, "I created a thunder and lightning technique. Do you want to see it?"

The immortals nodded one after another.

The ancestors took them to the library center.

Here, Zhenyuan Daxian led a group of monsters to study an open scroll.

The scroll is the end of the path of all spirits. To turn words into spells, you must use this scroll.

This scroll was created by Sun Wukong before he fell asleep. If he wanted to popularize the immortal path, he had to mass produce it, but Zhenyuan Daxian and others had not found a way to make it.

"Zhenyuan Daxian, I want to use the scroll."

The ancestor said, and the immortal Zhenyuan asked the monsters to make way out and let the ancestor walk to the side of the scroll.

When the ancestor pointed his fingertips, dense immortal texts began to appear on the scroll.

He wrote the thunder and lightning technique he created, but after waiting for a long time, the handwriting disappeared, but the scroll still had no reaction.

Why didn't there be any response?

The ancestor frowned slightly.

"Did you write it wrong?"

The other immortals don't understand it either.

"You guys try."

The ancestor handed over the immortal text of the Thunder and Lightning Art to other immortals, and the immortals wrote it one by one on the scroll, but still had no reaction.

"There is a word written incorrectly in this Taoist technique."

A crisp sound rang behind the back.

The ancestor turned around and found that Daji had come over.

"Let me help you change it."

Daji walked to the side of the scroll and reached out to a little, and rows of immortal texts 6 continued to appear on the scroll.

In the surprised gaze of the immortals, after these immortal texts appeared, they turned into strips of light and flew out of the scroll.

The light flew in the air, and in a short while, it gathered, intertwined, and merged into a circular light ball.

"This is the Thunder and Lightning Art."

Daji withdrew his hand and said.

The ancestor looked at her: "Why are you so skillful?"

“I got in touch early.”

Daji answered.

She slept under the Ten Thousand Spirits Tree for a long time and had long understood the essence of the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Tao. This ball composed of light belt is a Taoist technique reconstructed by words.

Shuide Xingjun looked at the light ball curiously: "This is really lightning..."

Before he could finish his words, an immortal raised his head and told him the answer.

"General Guo Shen!"

The other immortals quickly pulled General Guo Shen away from the ball.

"This Taoist technique is too simple."

Daji's eyes flashed: "I can show you something more complicated."

She wrote a new immortal text on the scroll, and soon after, a ball of light appeared in her hand.

“Fusion skills.”

The ancestor looked at the light ball: "You actually learned this."

“Learn.”

Daji watched the light ball merge into his body and spoke again, but the sound seemed to sound from all directions.

“This is amplification.”

A crisp sound dropped a stone on the spirit net.

Sun Wukong felt that the fire he created had been ignited.

His sleeping consciousness slightly opened his eyelids.

He saw the extremely familiar figure guarding the bedside.

She guarded her day and night, and it took her a long time to wipe away her tears and began to move forward.

After the huge country was rebuilt, the crowd began to migrate from all over Xiniu Hezhou.

On the vast land, some people cried and some laughed, but more people were working hard while wiping their sweat.
To be continued...