I Have Unparalleled Comprehension

Originally, it was a broken giant tree, formed by the intertwined roots of the tree. There was a palm print on it.

However, just as Xu Bai was about to leave, a special change occurred.

The palm print was still the same, but at the place where the tree broke, it was like a withered tree that had returned to spring, sprouting green sprouts.

This new sprout was green and full of vitality. This touch of green added a layer of vitality to the originally broken giant tree.

It might not be right to describe it as full of vitality, but the tiny sprouts gave people a vigorous and upward force.

The old postmaster was also at the side. When he saw this scene, his expression was dull as if he had seen something strange and strange that he could not explain.

Perhaps in the eyes of the old postmaster, this was something that could not be explained, but in Xu Baits eyes, he saw something on another level.

His progress bar had changed completely.

Today, when he came over, he had been on the progress bar for a while and had made some progress. However, ever since the green sprouts sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain, everything began to regress.

The so-called regress referred to the progress bar regressing. Although it was not obvious, it was indeed regressing.

This was the first time it had happened. Xu Bai was also surprised, but he soon figured out the reason.

It was impossible that there was a problem with his progress bar. It could only be that there was a problem with the broken giant tree, and the giant tree itself had changed.

Previously, when he was observing, he was also calculating the time it would take for the progress bar to be completed. According to his calculations, it might be slightly worse than the Nameless Buddhist Scripture and the Spring Flower Brush.

After all, the female Abbey Dean had only casually pressed the palm print on it. Compared to the Nameless Buddhist Sutra and the Spring Flower Brush, the degree of seriousness was not even worth mentioning.

The nameless Buddhist scripture was handwritten by the abbot of the Jingang Temple, and the words on the Spring Flower Brush were also carved by the dean of the Qingyun Academy. Just the quantity was very different. However, it was still a progress bar. It was just a little short, so he did not mind.

Now, it seemed that he had thought too much. This time, there was a change. The progress bar had decreased, indicating that the palm print on the tree had become stronger.

Xu Bai carefully stared at it until the dust settled, the new sprouts stopped growing, and the progress bar stabilized.

He roughly estimated the time. It was higher than the Nameless Buddhist Scripture and the Spring Flower Brush.

“That’s more like it.” Xu Bai thought to himself.

At this moment, the voice of the old postmaster came from the side.

“Revival of the Dead Tree is simply not something that ordinary people can do.

After the disappearance of the female Abbey Dean, her strength is still growing rapidly.”

This scene of a withered tree reviving in spring was indeed breathtaking.

Xu Bai stared at the tree in front of him and suddenly said,””Senior, prepare a room for me.”

The old postmaster was still amazed, but after hearing Xu Bai’s words, he was obviously stunned.

“You plan to live here?”

Xu Bai nodded. He was certain that he would stay here tonight and in the future.

The change of the tree gave him a reminder.

The journey from Yin Posthouse to Sheng County would waste a lot of time. It was better to finish the liver here first. As for the bodyguard agency, Liu Er was naturally in charge.

The old postmaster did not say anything else.

Since he wanted to stay, then he would stay. After all, he had saved his people. This request was not a problem.

Thinking of this, the old postmaster went to arrange a place to stay.

The night was like water. Xu Bai looked at the broken tree in front of him and the new shoots on it. The progress bar was slowly increasing, and his heart was burning.

After a few days of rushing, Liu Xu and No Flower returned to their own places one after another and reorganized themselves.

Titanium Temple.

This was one of the ten great temples in Great Chu.

Inside the temple, monks came and went. Unlike other temples, the monks here were very murderous.

Every monk who passed by had a faint murderous aura on them. It was not something that could be produced out of nowhere by reciting scriptures.

Only those who had experienced actual combat and experienced the confrontation between life and death would have this kind of invisible killing intent.

This was also what the Titanium Temple had advocated over the years.

The world of mortals was chaotic. Entering the world of mortals, cutting off the world of mortals, seeking the world of mortals, and breaking away from the world of mortals, one would then reach the true great realm.

It was their duty to vanquish demons and devils. When they encountered evil spirits, they would turn into angry Vajra.

No Flower walked in the temple. After returning to his own territory, every step he took was relaxed and comfortable.

The senior brothers and junior brothers who passed by greeted him, and he answered them one by one.

However, some sharp-eyed monks had already noticed that something was wrong. No Flower seemed to have something on his mind.

No Flower was indeed busy, and it was not a small matter.

After passing through the halls, No Flower finally came to a side hall. After entering, he walked for a while and entered a room.

Inside the room, there was antique furniture. In the middle of the room, there was a middle-aged monk who was reading a Buddhist scripture carefully.

In the Kong generation of the Titanium Temple, it might not be certain who was the strongest, but Kong Chan was the best teacher.

After so many years, the outstanding disciples that Kong Chan had taught could be said to have come one after another.

No Flower was Kong Chan’s last disciple, and he was also known as the last disciple.

When No Flower walked into the room, Kong Chan put down the Buddhist scripture in her hand. After her calm eyes swept across No Flower’s face, she frowned slightly.

The middle-aged monk Kong Chan’s face turned solemn.””Wu Hua, your heart is in a mess.”

If he couldn’t even see this, he wouldn’t be called the best teacher..