(Ps: Some people read this chapter and deleted it for a few hours, removing poison points, and the plot in the second half is different.)

In the forest, the fox demons worked enthusiastically.

“Do it quickly!”

The Fox Demon King held the planning map and stood aside to direct: "You can't even do this little thing well. Do you still want the king's reward?"

Zhenyuan Daxian, Sun Wukong, and Meihu stood under the tree to rest.

"It's still so easy."

With the wave of the Great Immortal Buddha Dust in Zhenyuan, stone tables and benches appeared on the grass.

He sat down and said, "It can teach them both skills and save trouble. Why do we do it ourselves?"

“It makes sense.”

Sun Wukong nodded, stretched out his hand and waved it, and there were a few bowls of tofu on the table.

In addition to several key technologies, monsters can help with the defense mechanism for building nodes.

"This tofu is so delicious!"

Meihu snatched a bowl of tofu, sat down and drank it: "Where did it come from?"

“Buy it in the town.”

Sun Wukong answered.

"Creation of Heaven" records the craftsmanship of tofu, and the monsters mastered it very well.

He looked at the shaved fox: "Why did you cut your hair?"

“It looks better.”

Meihu raised her head and brushed her short hair: "Master, I finally wake up."

Sun Wukong nodded. In the past two years, this guy should be awake.

"I must have been cursed by beauty."

Meihu continued, "Since I cut my hair, I think I'm more beautiful!"

Sun Wukong was stunned.

This guy's illness seems to be not cured.

"Daji, stop talking!"

The fox demon king in the distance blushed when he heard it: "You should change back to your original appearance."

Short hair is really a rebellious thing, how can a banshee keep short hair?

Meihu glanced at him: "What do you know? It's also very beautiful."

She looked at Sun Wukong: "Master, do you think so?"

"Um."

Sun Wukong nodded.

Zhen Yuan Daxian looked at Sun Wukong in amazement. Could it be that my brother's aesthetic problem is also problematic?

The Fox Demon King wanted to cry without tears.

"Master, save her!"

He said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong shook his head.

It's nowhere to be saved, it's already late.

This is a strange person who is busy appreciating himself every day, and his aesthetic can be improved by looking in the mirror.

Although short hair is really good, it seems a bit strange to people in this world.

But after watching it for a long time, it seems that she will also discover her beauty.

The clairvoyance in the sky has not been doing her job recently and has always stared at her, wondering if she has been trapped.

After drinking the tofu, Sun Wukong couldn't help but look up at the location of the Heavenly Palace.

"Brother."

Ao Luan came from the port: "A group of people offered a high price to invite you to write pharmacy books."

"No need to pay attention."

Sun Wukong shook his head: "It's still early."

Since the hemostatic grass was known to humans, many sage hermits have come to the four continents, asking him to imitate "Creation of Heaven" and compile a pharmaceutical book.

This is easy to say, but it is not easy.

There are spiritual flowers, wonderful grass, nectar, and jade dew in this world, which is very different from the medicines that Sun Wukong saw in the Book of Heaven.

"If I want to write this book, I must learn a lot of books, which may take more than ten years."

Sun Wukong glanced at Zhenyuan Daxian.

Pharmaceutical books are crucial to the development of human medicine, but have limited effects on the monsters in Huaguoshan. After all, sperm-forming creatures will hardly get sick.

Sun Wukong knew very well that his current focus was on Huaguo Mountain. Wasting too much time on human affairs will delay reforms.

"But brother..."

Ao Luan frowned: "It's not easy for them to come all the way."

Sun Wukong looked at her: "You have something to do in your heart, tell me, don't hide it in front of me."

"yes."

Ao Luan smiled bitterly, then took out a book and handed it to Sun Wukong.

"This book is called "Hundred Herbs and Classics", which records some herbal medicine types, medicinal properties, effects, and dosages in Beijuluzhou. This was brought by a boy desperately."

Sun Wukong flipped through the "Hundred Herbs Sutra" and silently chanted a mantra in his heart. He saw the figure of a boy who was unclothed.

"I see……"

Zhenyuan Daxian also calculated the reason.

It was a boy from Beijuluzhou. This book "Hundred Herbs" was his grandfather's hard work. Unfortunately, on the way to Huaguo Mountain, the boy's grandfather was killed by a robber.

Such a thing did not surprise Zhenyuan Daxian at all.

What surprised him was that the boy actually protected the book alone. He spent two years, suffered all his hard work, and tried every means to reach Huaguo Mountain.

Zhenyuan Daxian calculated the result and showed a smile on his face: "This child has great perseverance."

Sun Wukong nodded in agreement, then looked at Ao Luan: "Do you want to help him?"

Ao Luan nodded.

This surprised Sun Wukong a little.

Ao Luan was not so friendly to humans before. Although the boy's experience made people sympathize, Sun Wukong felt that Ao Luan had other reasons.

Zhenyuan Daxian was quite moved by the boy's experience.

"Brother, there have been a steady stream of people asking you to write books in the past two years. I think you don't postpone it."

Zhenyuan Daxian said: "It's better you agree. I have a good understanding of pharmacy and can also help you compile it."

"So you're serious?"

When Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, he was waiting for this sentence.

As the saying goes, nine out of ten doctors, those who practice Taoism will know how to cure diseases and save people. The immortal Zhenyuan and the heaven and earth live together, you can imagine how rich the pharmaceutical knowledge you have mastered.

With his help, Sun Wukong could easily write a pharmacy book.

"That's OK."

Sun Wukong smiled and said to Ao Luan: "Go and tell the child, we both agree."

Zhenyuan Daxian was stunned for a moment before he realized.

"Oh no, I'm fooled!"

He found that Sun Wukong had long been thinking about writing books, so he waited for him to get into a trap.

Zhenyuan Daxian suddenly felt a little regretful and smiled bitterly.

"Great immortal, this is not a bad thing."

Sun Wukong smiled and said, "What's wrong with you and me working together to write books for the people?"

Zhenyuan Daxian thought it was right, so he stopped refuting it.

Ao Luan walked out of the forest with good news.

There was a boy standing outside the forest with a dirty face and unable to see his appearance. His clothes were even more ragged, and his body was as thin as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
To be continued...