The Legend Of WuKong: [03.]

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[03.]

The next day

"Monk, where on earth are you taking us to?" Sun Wukong said as he plucked the densely intertwined branches and leaves.

"There are originally no roads in this world, because someone wants to go where they want to go, so they need a road. In fact, it doesn't matter where the road leads."

"I've had enough of you! But I won't think about what you mean now, I won't think about it anymore!"

"Your realm has reached a higher level." Tang Seng said leisurely, and suddenly with an "ah" sound, he fell into the mud pit.

"What's the use of having a high level?" Sun Wukong said as he jumped over his shoulder with a little bit of strength.

"Ah, it's going to rain." Tang Monk said while standing in the quagmire.

On the horizon, black clouds rolled in toward the four people.

"There is evil spirit!" Sun Wukong jumped up.

"I'm so angry at you. Everyone can see it clearly. They are a group of big birds." Zhu Bajie said, "It's getting closer. I can see blood-red beaks, sharp feathers, and burning eyes. ...Ah, wait for me!"

Tang Seng, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Seng jumped into a pit with their white horses and exposed their heads. Only Sun Wukong was alone under the black wings flying all over the sky.

“There’s something good to see again.” Pig said, “That monkey has poor eyesight and slow reaction time. He deserves to be beaten every time.”

"There is blood again, and something is dying again." Sha Seng could not restrain his inner excitement.

"I wonder how many merit points there are for killing these birds. Should I let the monkey earn it alone? Otherwise, I will only be promoted to a messenger or something when he becomes a Buddha. Alas, who would have thought about the merit points of killing these birds? How many points are there for killing a god? How about killing a pig? Do fairies want to earn merit points?" Zhu Bajie started to think wildly again.

"My clothes are going to get dirty again. My cassock has already mended thousands of holes. I'm going to see Tathagata wearing a grass skirt." Tang Seng said.

Sun Wukong still looked at the black birds in the sky in surprise, his limbs stiff. In his eyes, the black spiraling down trembled like flames.

"This...can't...this can't be you...no!" He shouted suddenly, holding his head and falling to the ground convulsing.

"It's broken, the monkey is sick at this time, and something is going to happen. Where is the luggage?" Zhu Bajie reached out to touch the luggage on the little white horse, and was kicked back.

"Bird! Let it rain blood! Crush us and wash away our sins! Take us back to the sky! Oh my God!" There was a rare light in Sha Seng's eyes, and his face To death he became a poet.

"Damn it, what did the monkey think of!" Tang Monk jumped out of the pit and rushed towards Sun Wukong who fell on the ground.

The strange birds in the sky saw Tang Monk, and as if they had received orders, they shot down like rain.

Tang Monk tossed his cassock, and a red light shot straight into the sky.

"The Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong is broken!"

The strange birds were all startled. They swooped down and flew up with a startled cry, crossing over their heads.

Tang Monk hugged Sun Wukong and ran away: "Stupid bird! When have you ever seen Tang Monk know magic?"

The strange bird stopped for a moment, then came back with the wind.

Hearing the strong wind behind him, Tang Monk took off his shirt and threw it away: "The golden cicada escapes from its shell!"

Hiss, hiss, countless black lights passed through the cloth robe, and the cloth robe was broken into pieces before it hit the ground.

And Tang Monk ran a few more feet: "Ah! There are no clothes to throw away. You are still watching the show, dead pig. You will deduct your dinner tomorrow!"

Zhu Bajie's voice came from behind him: "Let's live until tomorrow!" He swung the rake, and the roaring wind picked up, stirring up countless black feathers and spinning around him.

In this boundless black, a white lightning suddenly shot into the sky.

Tang Monk and Sun Wukong were riding on the white dragon horse, and the black arrows were flying behind. Even though their speed even exceeded their screams, they still couldn't catch up with the white silhouette stretching and leaping on the grassland.

The white dragon horse stopped suddenly, and the two of them immediately fell forward and fell into the grass.

"What place is this?" Tang Monk stood up dizzily, "This city wall looks familiar, like the Kingdom of Women, and on this city tower it says...ah? Why did you come back to Chang'an!"

He plopped down on the ground and laughed loudly: "I have been walking for seven or eight years, but it turns out that in your eyes it is only such a short journey. Hahahaha!"

The little white horse hissed lightly, walked over and touched him with his head, as if to comfort him.

"It's not me...it's not...my Huaguo Mountain..." Sun Wukong was unconscious on the ground and murmuring. Suddenly he jumped up, took out the golden hoop, and roared like thunder, "Tathagata! Come out and meet me. Three hundred rounds of battle!"

"You're here again

Dream? "Tang Monk said calmly.

"...it seems like, what did I shout just now? It's so cold? Why are you sitting there shirtless?"

"Well, my last set of clothes was sent to the wash and they haven't dried yet."

"Hahaha, monk, you are so funny, I find that I like you more and more for no reason..."

"Hehehehe..."

Xuan Zang looked at the monkey and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and stroked his head.

Sun Wukong jumped up as if he had been struck by lightning. He raised his stick and roared at Tang Monk: "What are you doing!" The cold rain poured on him, and a trace of white gas came out.

Tang Seng withdrew his hand like a child who had done something wrong. He remembered that the monkey in front of him was not the same kind as the monkeys he often stroked in the mountains when he was a boy.

"No one dares to touch my head, no one dares! I laughed, so you despise me, right?" Sun Wukong roared, his expression a little abnormal.

"No one has ever... Yes, you have no parents, I forgot." Tang Seng lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Sun Wukong stood there in a daze holding the golden cudgel.

The white horse neighed, whether it was laughter or sadness.

The sky is dark and gloomy, and I don’t know what is gestating.

"Master, have you lost your cassock? That is the protective cassock given to you by Guanyin." Zhu Bajie said by the fire at night.

"Yes, it is particularly attractive to fairies. If you throw it away, it can protect your body. It is really a treasure."

"Huh? I asked you why you are so nice. You cover me with a cassock every night, and then all the mosquitoes bite me."

"So heavy, so heavy!" Sun Wukong, who was lying on the side, was talking in his sleep and waving his hands in the air.

"This monkey got sick under the Five Elements Mountain." Zhu Bajie said.

"It's more than just a problem!" Tang Seng said.

"How long can the tight curse suppress him? How can the golden hoop suppress such a person? There are so many people who are willing to trade their lives for his freedom. I think, sooner or later..." Zhu Bajie said .

"I am also waiting for that day." Tang Seng said.

"That day he will destroy everything in front of him, including you and me."

"I know, but I will wait for that day."

Tang Monk looked at the crackling fire, the light of the fire making his face dark and uncertain.