"This fairy, so rude!"

The monkey thought to himself.

However, when the monkey thought about it, when he was on an errand in the heavenly court five hundred years ago, he had never heard of this name, and he was much relieved.

It's probably because the new fairy of the past 500 years doesn't know the prestige of my grandson, and I haven't seen the power of my grandson's golden hoop stick, so I'm so rude, right?

"My grandson is waiting, wait for his eyes to heal, and then set off." The monkey paused, then turned to ask. "Zixia, what's the origin of your medicine? How long does it take to heal my eyes? ”

"I don't have much to do, in the past few years, I have lived by this pool of water, and occasionally I can always meet small animals scratched by the samadhi divine wind of the yellow wind, and I have helped them to heal a lot, so I have figured out such an ointment." Zixia inexplicably became interested in this interesting monkey, turned the Ziqing Immortal Sword in her hand and stuck it on the ground, sat down as well, and said.

"If you're cured, you'll probably ...... Probably one night. ”

"It's too slow." The monkey ignored the first half of Zixia's words, and only focused on healing time. "Time is so short, how to use this useless medicine? If Master has three longs and two shorts, my grandson will definitely ask you for an explanation. ”

Zixia was stunned at first, and then suddenly felt that this monkey was unreasonable, and said angrily. "You monkey, why are you so picky? I'm kind enough to help you heal your eyes, but I still dislike this and that. ”

After a pause, Zixia didn't have the heart to waste time with this monkey, and said. "Hmph, you can stay by yourself, there are many cliffs around here, don't accidentally fall and die."

With that, Zixia picked up the Ziqing Immortal Sword and turned into a purple smoke and disappeared in place.

The monkey didn't think much of Zixia's departure, his face didn't even fluctuate at all, and he just continued to sit motionless.

Since the master is okay for the time being, the monkey who is slightly fixed in his heart is not very anxious, and quietly waits for the fiery eyes to heal, and then secretly uses a means to slaughter the demon king, and it is the right thing to rescue the master.

Or maybe the master is already under the cover of the little white dragon, quietly tweeting that the demon king can't use the magic power, and blast the other party to pieces with one punch, then he just needs to recover himself and go and bring the master back.

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On the other side, in the Yellow Wind Cave, the Yellow Wind King on the front foot had just arrived at the Yellow Wind Cave with Tang Sanzang, who was slightly pale, and the little white dragon on the back foot followed, and with a flick of his tail, he pulled Huang Feng away, and carefully circled to protect Tang Sanzang, who was not very good-looking.

I have to say that Tang Sanzang forgot about his fear of heights again, and was taken around in the air by the Yellow Wind King, so he couldn't hold back the fear of blasting the Yellow Wind King with one punch.

"Brother Holy Monk, are you alright?" Looking at Tang Sanzang's pale face, Ao Yu asked worriedly.

"No hindrance, no hindrance...... Tang Sanzang strengthened his courage, suppressed all the discomfort, put one palm on his chest, and replied softly, saying.

"Poor Monk...... The poor monk just saw Wukong killing a lot in mid-air, and the corpses were all over the field, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart, nothing serious. ”

"The master is really as merciful as in the past, but the master doesn't need to pity them, those demon soldiers and demon generals are just after the Yellow Wind Nether, and what they gathered in this Yellow Wind Ridge is originally some monsters that drink blood and prey on humans, if it weren't for Huang Feng's thoughts and the need for them to find their masters, Huang Feng would have slaughtered them all."

Huang Feng didn't pay attention to the fact that he was slapped by Tang Sanzang's mount divine beast, patted the dust, closed the door of the Yellow Wind Cave, and set up a formation, then explained to Tang Sanzang respectfully.

After that, Huang Feng hurriedly took out two jars of fine wine from the cave, and then carefully handed them to Tang Sanzang and said. "Master, come, first drink the jar wine to moisten your throat."

Tang Sanzang's smile narrowed slightly, and he quietly glanced at Ao Yu, who was looking at the Yellow Wind King vigilantly, coughed lightly, and said. "Amitabha, the donor of the yellow wind, the poor monk is a monk, since the mother's womb, he has adhered to the precepts of Buddhism, he can't drink, and please give the poor monk a cup of tea."

"Oh!" Huang Feng suddenly realized and said in a loud voice. "Huang Feng understands, Huang Feng understands ......"

Immediately, Huang Feng hurriedly tore off the big word "wine" on the wine jar, took out a brush from the table, and wrote the word "tea" on the wine jar, saying.

"Master, please have a ...... tea"

？？？

Why is your reaction so similar to that of Zen Master Wuchao? Could it be that the golden cicada in his previous life operated so much?

Suddenly, Tang Sanzang vaguely understood why Jin Chanzi, as the second disciple of Rulai, would be punished for reincarnation and go to the West Heaven to learn scriptures, maybe this kind of commotion is also one of the reasons.

It's just that this yellow wind can't be taken to a corner that others can't see to change the jar? Directly changing the words in front of Ao Yu's face, isn't this covering your ears and stealing the bell?

Tang Sanzang's face immediately turned straight, and he said in a firm tone. "Yellow Wind donor, don't do this, the poor monk is a monk, even if he has done such superficial work, but it is also a violation of the precepts, you must know many things not only you know and I know, but also God knows the ......."

"Therefore, please also ask the Huang Feng donor to give the poor monk a cup of tea, or water."

"Yes!"

Faintly seemed to understand something, and faintly there seemed to be something not quite right, Huang Feng didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly retreated and changed a cup of tea for Tang Sanzang.

"The donor has a heart, Amitabha." Tang Sanzang looked at Huang Feng's respectful appearance, his heart relaxed a lot, and he nodded slightly.

It's just that in that cup of tea, Tang Sanzang didn't mean to move at all.

It's not that he dislikes the lack of tea, but he is in the Demon King's Cave Mansion, and he can't tolerate Tang Sanzang from being careless, so as to prevent something from being added to it, and one accidentally gets unconscious, which is terrible.

As a holy monk, you must know how to protect yourself when you go out!

Immediately, Tang Sanzang whispered a Buddha name, looked at the Yellow Wind King in front of him, who had met for the first time, and asked. "Amitabha, the benefactor of the Yellow Wind, why do you call the poor monk the master? Poor Monk ...... I don't remember seeing you in the past. ”

"Master......" When King Huangfeng heard this question, he was so excited that he subconsciously took two steps towards Tang Sanzang, until Ao Yu let out a dragon warning in a low voice, and then King Huangfeng paused, and the rat face twitched with feeling, and he knelt on the ground and said.

"More than 600 years ago, Huang Feng was ordered by the owner of the golden cicada in the Lingshan Mountain, which opened the spiritual wisdom, although there are many followers under the master's seat, and he may not remember the little mouse in the corner, but Huang Feng secretly swore that he would serve you as the master forever, and the true spirit will not be destroyed, this oath will not change."