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"Yes, Master Puxuan is highly respected, and he can't watch him being killed by a demon girl. ”

"We want to protect the abbot master, unite as one, and we will definitely be able to invite Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Everyone said loudly, as if to cheer each other up, but they didn't dare to look at the side hall without a roof.

Guangzhi took a torch and walked in the direction of the small courtyard first, everyone hesitated, looked at Guangzhi's back, and followed one after another.

On the other side, Sun Wukong had already arrived at the top of the small courtyard that was much larger than the surrounding Zen room, and the room was still lit with lights, and through the tulle, a figure could be seen sitting in front of the window.

"Ugly monk, return my junior sister!" Sun Wukong shouted coldly, raised his hand with a stick, the roof of the house was already flying, and the four wooden walls collapsed.

The originally exquisite courtyard was in shambles in an instant, with only seven or eight wardrobes, a bed and a wooden table left.

Pu Xuan sat at the table, still holding the brocade robe in his hand, an oil lamp on the table flickered a few times, but it was not extinguished, and the light of the robe shone brightly on the ground, becoming more and more conspicuous in this dark night.

"Although the little girl is cute, she is not with me. Pu Xuan seemed to be a little hindsight, raised his head to look at Sun Wukong, shook his head and said, the expression on his face was rare and serious.

However, in the next moment, he put down his robe, slapped the table and shouted: "Although I look strange, I have been the abbot for three hundred years, how can you put me together with the lewd person who abducted the little girl, this is a complete slander!"

"Demon girl, don't want to touch my master!" At this time, Guangmou also arrived, blocking in front of Pu Xuan, holding the big stick with the thick mouth of the bowl in both hands, looking at Sun Wukong, and said angrily.

Sun Wukong looked at the conspiracy that was protecting Pu Xuan, his brows furrowed slightly, even if he knew that she could smash the roof with a stick, he would not avoid it? How could there be such a stupid person in the world?

After hesitating for a moment, the golden hoop stick in her hand fell, but it didn't fall on Guangmou's body, but the wardrobe on the side exploded all at once, and hundreds of robes and monk's robes flew all over the sky.

At this time, Guangzhi and the monks and the people also arrived, and the torches in everyone's hands illuminated a large area, looking at the splendid robes flying all over the sky, they all opened their mouths wide.

A piece of clothing just fell in front of everyone, Guangzhi shone the torch on the ground, and everyone looked at it, and they all snorted lightly, and looked at each other for a while.

On the ground was a small gray cotton coat, which should be worn by a child of four or five years old, and a small red butterfly was sewn on the cuff. And the dress actually flew out of the abbot's closet.

"This ...... This is my Yan'er's clothes. An old lady squeezed out of the crowd, staggered out, tripped over a stone, fell to the ground at once, and his head was bloody, but he was still holding the little padded jacket tightly in his hand, and immediately cried, "This is what she wore the day she lost it, this butterfly is still sewn by me, my poor Yan'er, where have you been!"

"What's going on? Why is there Yan'er's clothes in the abbot's closet?......" The bearded old man wondered, and at the end, he couldn't help but look at Pu Xuan, who was standing behind Guangmou.

"There's one more piece here. "Someone picked up a small piece of clothing.

"There are them here, no, how could this look like my little sister's clothes that disappeared back then, how could they be here!" a big man picked up a small skirt and exclaimed.

Soon, everyone picked up more than a dozen small clothes, some new and some old, all worn by children of four or five years old, and several that were recognized as the clothes of children who had disappeared before.

"Yan'er, my Yan'er, ......" Wang Po, who had been helped up, hugged the little padded jacket and cried so much that her liver and intestines were broken, and the blood on her forehead flowed down her cheeks, dripping on the padded jacket, and she turned into a gray and black flower.

"He, he must have taken my Yan'er, every time he went to the temple, he gave Yan'er candy to eat, and every time he had to hold her for a long time......" Wang Po suddenly stopped crying, stretched out her hand and pointed at Puxuan, and staggered forward step by step, "You return my Yan'er, you return my Yan'er!"

"Yes, a few days before my little sister died, my mother brought her to the temple and told me that the abbot gave her candy to eat. Why did my little sister's clothes appear here, you tell me!" The strong man clutched the small clothes in his hand tightly and walked towards Pu Xuan.

"Could it be that what the woman said is true, Abbot Puxuan is really the mastermind behind the loss of children over the years, does he really eat children?" said a young monk with some fear.

"Catch that man-eating monster, we have all been deceived all these years, how can a person live to be three hundred years old, he must be able to eat children to live forever!" In the crowd, I don't know who shouted, and the already excited crowd instantly exploded, and rushed towards Pu Xuan, eager to eat his flesh raw.

Guangmou turned around and glanced at Pu Xuan, although there was a look of shock in his eyes, he said without hesitation: "Master, you go first, I'll drag them down!"

Pu Xuan looked at the angry crowd rushing towards him, as if he was scared stupid, motionless, and his expression was a little dull.

Sun Wu made an empty move, and the brocade robe and a piece of gray cloth on the table had already fallen into her hands, and she formed a package behind her, and as soon as the somersault cloud was collected under her feet, the person had already fallen to Puxuan's side, and said coldly: "Where is my junior sister?"

"I don't know. Pu Xuan looked at Sun Wukong and shook his head.

"Demon girl, you framed my master, go die!" Guangmou shouted angrily, and the big stick in his hand smashed horizontally towards Wukong.

"Long-winded. Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, lifted his leg and kicked it, and the thick wooden stick in Guangmou's hand was kicked in two, and Guangmou also flew upside down and smashed into a meditation room next to him.

"Then where did these clothes come from?" Sun Wukong pointed to the clothes that the men were holding.

"I don't know. Pu Xuan still shook his head.

Sun Wukong's face became colder and colder, "You're not afraid of death?"

Pu Xuan shook his head and showed a hint of a smile, "If you weren't afraid of death, you wouldn't have lived that long." ”

"Tell me where my sister is, I'll give you a good time, if you don't say it, those people will bite you to death." Tang Sanzang held the golden hoop stick tightly, and the ground trembled slightly.

"I really don't know, that little girl is very cute, I hope you can find her. Pu Xuan still shook his head.

"Don't touch my master!" A figure staggered out of the hole in the meditation room on the side, holding a stone that he had touched out of nowhere, and crashed towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wu kicked out without looking back, the stone turned into powder, and Guangmou flew out upside down again, crashing into the meditation room, making a muffled sound.

"This stupid boy. Pu Xuan glanced at the meditation room and sighed lightly, revealing a little pity.

Sun Wukong put away the golden hoop stick, and glanced sideways at the people who had already arrived behind him, "I dig this broken temple three feet into the ground, and I will find my junior sister, but you should pay the price for what you have done first." After saying that, he took off into the air.

The angry crowd instantly overwhelmed Pu Xuan, fists, feet, and mouths, as long as they could be used, all greeted Pu Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged.

Sun Wukong stood suspended in the air, his eyes fell on Guangzhi on the side, slightly condensed, he stood aside, like a bystander, calm and indifferent.

In the gap in the meditation room on the other side, a figure crawled out while coughing up blood, and shouted in his mouth: "Don't ...... Beat...... My Master ......"