A small demon actually said he was the Ancestral Bodhi Tree?
Could Alex believe him?
However, if he was not the real Ancestral Bodhi Tree, why would he tell such an obvious and unreliable
lie?
Wouldnât he be more convincing if he had casually said he was some human or some fallen mythical
creature?
Soâ¦
âAre you really the Ancestral Bodhi Tree?â
âYes, yes, warrior, donât eat me. Iâm actually very old and not tasty at all.â
Alex looked at his pink, tender face and edgy look and quipped powerlessly.
Butâ¦
âYou donât look old at all, you must taste real good. You will melt in my mouth!â
âArgh!!! â
The little boy growled. His appearance turned fierce, and he wanted to suck up the divine power from
Alexâs body.
However, the Twenty-Four Rod Formation Flags had enveloped him, not to mention he wasnât in a
good state. Completely unable to absorb the power, he gave up in despair, wiping his tears as he cried,
âOkay, the ancient Buddhist path is destined to be broken. The Dairaionji Temple has turned into a
Demonic Cave, and the world will end sooner or later. I, the Ancestor Bodhi has incarnated into food
today, a step ahead of others.â
Alex, of course, wasnât really about to eat him. If he was really the Ancestral Bodhi Tree, then the boy
was the very thing he had worked so hard to find.
Alex sat down.
He took out a bunch of food from his storage ring and spread it on the ground. There were spiritual
fruits, immortal peaches, elixir, spiritual beast meat, and even fine wine⦠For many years, Alex could
only devour bone patterns in the netherworld. Now that his flesh had been restored, he began to
salivate from the sight of the delicious food before him.
Alex first ate an immortal peach, a netherworld specialty. Before this, he had never eaten one. After a
bite, however, he felt comfortable.
However, for Alex, this immortal peach was only suitable for moistening the mouth. It wasnât useful for
cultivation. Since his body was now hammered to a certain level, ordinary heavenly treasures wouldnât
make much difference.
It was annoying to be starting from such a high point. Amid eating the food, Alex finally found that the
little kid was not interested in other things, but it was the wine⦠He seemed to have a special love for
it.
His eyes were staring straight at the wine gourd, his mouth drooling.
âWhat is this. kind of wine?â
âHow is it so fragrant?â
The little brat or that Ancestor Bodhi finally got greedy and couldnât help but open his mouth.
Alex gulped the wine like water and finally burped, spewing out thick wine gas. The Ancestor Bodhi
took it all in with a face of intoxication. When he opened his eyes, his mouth watered even more.
âThis isâ¦Well, fake wine.â
âIt tastes terrific, and I donât know how that old fella got his hands on it.â
The wine in Alexâs hand had been tricked from the netherworld trialists and stored in some storage ring
that had a space of hundreds of cubic meters, all of which were filled with wine gourds of such. That
trialist was an old man, and he had to be an alcoholic.
Seeing Alex drinking like that, and with the wine in the gourd almost exhausted, the Ancestor Bodhi
quickly said, âDrink slowly. Donât finish it. Give me some, and let me taste this delicious wine before I
die. Then I can die in peace.â
Alex did not stop, however. He took another big sip and the wine gourd emptied. Then, he asked, âYou
say you are the Ancestor Bodhi tree, but you do not look like a tree.â
Seeing Alex finish the wine, the Ancestor Bodhi was saddened and did not want to say a word.
Alex took out two wine gourds and popped open the sealed lid. At once, an instant burst of fragrance
filled the air.
The Ancestor Bodhi instantly snapped his eyes open. With his eyes glowing, he smacked his lips and
said, âI am the Ancestor Bodhi, the Ancestral Bodhi Tree is my true body.â