Chapter Thirty-Seven: My Hands Shake
Originally, everyone thought that Tang Sanzang was just talking nonsense, how could the Buddha tree that had appeared several times be a monster, but they didn't expect that a human face appeared on the tree, and it could also speak human words, and everyone who was shocked hurriedly retreated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Sun Wukong's face was also a little surprised, looking at the human face, his brows furrowed slightly, but the huge golden hoop stick in his hand did not mean to stop, and smashed towards the big locust tree.
At this moment, a black branch of the big locust tree was drawn out like a whip and snapped on the golden hoop stick.
The powerful golden hoop stick was actually bounced back by this whip, and Sun Wukong, who was holding the golden hoop stick, also retreated backwards and fell back to the ground, and the golden hoop stick on the ground ploughed out a deep ravine.
Tang Sanzang glanced at Sun Wukong, and after confirming that she was fine, he looked up at the face on the big locust tree, his eyes condensed slightly, revealing a little surprise.
How to say it, it's not that he is narcissistic, since he was a child, in this world, he has seen only one person who is more handsome than him, Li Simin, and this dryad's face, even if it is half, is already on par with him.
He originally thought that the dryad should be an old face with a wrinkled face and a mouth, just a black tree hole, but he didn't expect this guy to turn into such a handsome face.
"You shouldn't be greedy to take my little apprentice away, or I really don't know where to find you. Tang Sanzang raised his hand to stop Sun Wukong, who was still about to rush forward with a stick, and then pointed to the ground next to the old locust tree, "You get the children underground, Xiaobai and I have been together for more than a month, even if you bury another hundred meters underground, I can feel it." ā
"Hehe, little one, you're very interesting, I haven't met an interesting human in many years. The tree man smiled, the smile on that handsome face was enough to make many women intoxicated, but the next moment his face turned cold, he looked at Pu Xuan who was tied to the wooden frame, and said in a cold voice: "It's really a nasty guy, just because he looked at me three hundred years ago, in order to suppress me, he rebuilt this ruined temple, since I came out today, then you should die." ā
As soon as the words fell, a black branch suddenly stretched out, like a black spear, stabbing straight towards Pu Xuan's head.
"No! don't!" Guangmou, who had already torn half of the rope from Xiong Xiaobu on the side, roared angrily, and the remaining ropes on his body were all torn off at once, and he pounced directly on Puxuan.
The thick wood was actually broken by him at once, and Pu Xuan fell on the pyre, and Guangmou in front of him was facing the black branch, which was about to be pierced in the next moment.
Tang Sanzang's eyes narrowed slightly, motionless, as if he hadn't seen this scene.
Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Sanzang, hesitated for a moment, and still raised his hand and smashed it on the black branch.
The black branch with excellent toughness was smashed by the golden hoop rod and did not break off, and it was picked upward, directly tearing Guangmou's right arm, and breaking it shoulder to shoulder.
"Why did you save him?" Tang Sanzang glanced at Sun Wukong with some surprise.
His hands trembled. Sun Wukong took back the golden hoop stick, reached out and scratched his nose, and said a little indifferently.
Tang Sanzang's face was a little strange, "When you played in the Heavenly Palace, your hands trembled?"
"Almost. Sun Wukong thought seriously for a moment and nodded.
Tang Sanzang's brain made up for the picture of Sun Wu's empty hand, stabbing the thirty-three heavens, and then having to make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, and suddenly felt a little pain in his brain.
"Ahh
"The deformed master-apprentice love, the secret that has been buried for twelve years?" Tang Sanzang glanced at Guangmou with a strange expression and muttered.
Sun Wukong heard Tang Sanzang's words and glanced at Guangzhi on the ground, "Who is the third party?"
Tang Sanzang turned his head to look at Sun Wukong and gave a thumbs up, "This brain hole is even more terrifying." ā
Everyone listened to Guangmou's words, and their faces changed, it turned out that Guangmou was the murderer who lost the child over the years!
Twelve years, forty-one children, forty-one families were in grief because of him, and the town of Akiyama and two other towns were terrified.
This fat monk, who looks honest on the outside, has a sometimes irritable personality, and protects the abbot everywhere, is actually a murderer.
"Enough?" The corners of the dryad's mouth were slightly upturned, his slender eyes narrowed, and he looked a little feminine, and his voice suddenly raised a few points, "Three hundred years ago, I was here, a year of cannibalism no less than half a hundred, twelve years and forty-one children, you ask me if it is enough? If I don't kill this monk today, how can I eliminate the hatred in my heart." But to be able to gather so many people here today, it is also a credit to you, as long as you still surrender to me, you will be the abbot of this ruined temple in the future. ā
When everyone heard this, their faces were full of fear, and they hated Guangmou for acting for the tiger in their hearts, and they were grateful to Puxuan for building a temple to suppress this tree demon.
Listening to the words of this tree demon, he wanted to kill, even Sun Wukong couldn't beat the tree demon, how could everyone be opponents, they couldn't run away from the black branches that were faster than arrows.
"You...... Didn't you say that my master was able to live three hundred years because of you?" Guangmou came back to his senses at this time, his face suddenly turned white, his body turned his head stiffly, and looked at Pu Xuan, who was lying on the pyre, looking at him, his legs were weak, and he knelt down directly.
"Master, I was wrong, I deserve to die, I deserve to die. Guangmou raised his intact left hand and hit it in his face, bangbang! louder than louder, "Master, you suppress this monster, but I am helping to torture you, and the disciples should die!" The blood flowing from the broken arm stained the firewood pile red, and it was extremely dazzling.
"You stupid boy. Pu Xuan's eyes were moist, he glanced sideways at Guangzhi on the ground, his throat rolled, and two lines of hot tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, "It's all stupid children." ā
"Since the master-apprentice relationship is deep, let's die together. The tree demon smiled coldly, and the branch that had broken Guangmou's arm before was lifted, and it suddenly became ten zhang long, and one person wrapped a thick stick and slapped it towards Guangmou and Puxuan.
"Spread out. Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and everyone hurriedly dispersed to both sides, and the princess sat on the ground behind the pyre, unsupported, and looked up at the black stick that had been dropped, with a miserable face.
The panicked crowd looked at this scene, and their faces were unbearable, but no one dared to step forward.
Sun Wukong clenched the golden hoop stick and prepared to strike again.
At that moment, a man jumped onto the table, and then raised his hand to hold the big black stick.
"I'm sorry, my hands are shaking a little too. Tang Sanzang looked at the face of the tree demon, the corners of his mouth moved, and he couldn't help but smile.