Chapter 900 (1/2)
”Da Sheng, I feel cold above my head. The mountain wind hurts my brain. Can you cover it with a hat?” Zhou Bofu, a baboon demon, stood shivering in the night wind and begged Wukong.
”Don't be wordy! What hat do you want!” Wukong bared his teeth and said, ”you are a rough embryo, not a little lady. What does it matter if you are blown by the wind?” Wukong separated a hair and went to deal with the chores of the Yiqu country. His own self opened up a cave to study Datura flowers, meditation and willpower.
Zhou Bofu, as an experimental material, certainly has no monkey right.
Looking at Wukong, where he processed the extract of Datura flower, from traditional witch medicine to sun oil making, to more advanced oil quenching extract, microwave extract, enzyme extract, Datura extract extracted by supercritical fluid extraction, and so on, it shared more than ten kinds of physical and chemical extraction methods, and smoked an idle time. Take the pill stove and refine more than ten kinds of pills with datura flower as the king material.
In addition to these scientific, metaphysical, and even the extraction methods of alchemy and alchemy, according to the finished products, they are also divided into Datura alkaloid extraction, organic macromolecules, Datura synthetic compounds, Datura pill, Datura medicament and Datura specific elemental gaseous, etc.
As a sprouting new experimental ape, Wukong's hands were thick and his feet were thick. Zhou Bofu's eyes were filled with tears and was particularly frightened.
”Da Sheng, the wind really chills my brain!” stressed Zhou Bofu, a baboon demon.
Wukong didn't turn back and threw himself into the preparation. He only heard him sneer: ”you're so wordy! A monster with rough skin and rough meat, do you want to win my old sun's sympathy? Stay here, or I'll show you my methods. The master wants you to suffer from all kinds of torture. I won't be short of one here. I want you to try more!”
Zhou Bofu's tone was sincere, and his words were somewhat desolate: ”great sage, I'm a rough monster, but you open my skull like this and expose my white brain to the outside. The wind blows in. It's really cold! It's like melting ice and snow in the mountains, pouring down my skull. It's so cold that it can't be dispersed. It's cold to the brain!”
Wukong looked back at Zhou Bofu's big head and was neatly cut from the temple. The whole celestial cover disappeared without a trace, leaving only the pink brain the size of a washbasin with a trembling feeling. It was exposed and shaken slightly by the wind.
Wukong licked the two tiger teeth on his upper jaw and showed a ferocious smile with great appetite.
But at this time, Zhou Bofu was indifferent. He took a deep breath of the mandala cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and his brain collapsed a little. He felt the spread of smoke in his body. The original emotions of fear, fear and anger were slowly pulled away, the whole world became blurred, and his spirit entered a quiet and peaceful realm.
”Great sage, don't bother! I feel very good now. Maybe this is what Buddhism often says to be enlightened!”
Zhou Bofu slowly spits out the smoke ring, very slowly, and his expression is almost stagnant, just like smoke doesn't spit out from his mouth, but they float out slowly by themselves. With a look of almost complete relief, he sighed, ”Monkey King, have you ever played with a female monkey?”