In a dimly lit prison, a thin middle-aged man in a robe sat alone.

At the door of this prison, there were originally a few little bull demons guarding them, but because of the monk's nagging, it was completely unbearable, so these little cow demons didn't have any sense of responsibility, and they were like running for their lives, shouting and escaping outside the prison.

"Alas, I really envy them, I can go wherever I want, and I don't know when Wukong will come to save me, Amitabha, Sister Guanyin, when will Wukong be able to return to the right path and escort the poor monk to re-embark on the road of westward learning scriptures?"

Seeing a few little bull demons shouting in their mouths and running away as if they were running for their lives, Tang Sanzang had no one to speak, and seemed to be in a panic, talking to himself.

It's just that at this time, suddenly, a strange light bloomed in this cell, and in an instant, Wu Yan's figure walked out of this void.

Wu Yan looked left and right, and found that he was actually in prison, slightly stunned, not understanding what was going on.

It seems that I should have traveled through the parallel universe of Journey to the West, but I don't know when the current timeline is? I don't even know where I am now.

"Ah, donor, hello, are you here to save the poor monk!? Are you a god!? After Wu Yan looked around left and right, in an instant, Tang Sanzang's face was full of surprise, and he opened his mouth to ask Wu Yan.

"Who are you? Immortal? I'm not a fairy! Looking at this monk who was a little overly enthusiastic, Wu Yan's brows furrowed slightly, and he asked.

"You're not a fairy, are you? Then why did you end up in this prison? Hearing Wu Yan's answer, the monk said with a look of disappointment.

As soon as he said this, he paused slightly, didn't mean to stop at all, and then said: "As for my identity?" That's more, I have a lot of names, my common surname is Chen, you can call me Mr. Chen, of course, I am a monk now, you can also call me a master, a master, a holy monk or something! ”

"My legal name is Xuanzang, of course, you can also call me Tang Sanzang, whether you are a god or a monster, in short, we can meet in this prison, it can be regarded as fate, if you want to escape, I don't know if you can bring the poor monk with you?"

"Don't worry, it's just a gesture, by the way, I don't know what you call it......"

A lot of chattering words, as if they can never be finished.

Hearing the other party's words, Wu Yan waved his hand helplessly and asked him to shut up, but he accurately grasped the key point in the other party's words and said, "You are Tang Sanzang!?" ”

"Yes, the poor monk is exactly, what? Do you know the poor monks? You don't want to eat the meat of the poor monks, do you? I can tell you, people say that eating a piece of my meat can lead to immortality, this is all a lie, I think you are so high-spirited, I don't think you will believe this nonsense, right!? ”

Nodding his head, Tang Sanzang looked at Wu Yan vigilantly again, chattering words in his mouth.

"Shut up!"

Although he had long known about Tang Sanzang's people, after really seeing Tang Sanzang, Wu Yan only felt that these chattering words really made people feel dizzy.

I remember the Monkey King in the original book, comparing Tang Sanzang to be like a fly, not only did Sun Wukong can't stand it, but even Guanyin Bodhisattva can't bear it, but after all, these are just what I saw on TV before.

Now, he really faced Tang Sanzang, and his chattering words really made people feel a sense of irritability.

Regarding Sun Wukong's metaphor of describing him as a fly, Wu Yan also feels very appropriate.

"Donor, if you tell me to stop, then the poor monk will stop, but if it does, how should the poor monk express his meaning? How do you know what the poor monk means? If we communicate in silence to the point that something goes wrong, we should ......"

Although Wu Yan said that he stopped, this Tang Sanzang did not refuse, but this is a long speech outlet, and the never-ending appearance makes Wu Yan really cry and laugh.

With a bang, Wu Yan suddenly raised his hand and slapped Tang Sanzang on the head.

With a slap, Tang Sanzang instantly fell into a coma.

The chatter in his ears was endless, and the words that made people feel irritable also stopped abruptly, and this rare purity made Wu Yan let out a long breath of turbidity.

For the first time, I felt that silence was so rare.

"With so many words, it's no wonder that the Monkey King in the original book can't stand it, who else can I believe anyone can't help it, right?" Seeing that Tang Sanzang was stunned by himself, Wu Yan said secretly complaining.

As Tang San hid his mouth and finally quieted down, Wu Yan didn't mean to leave this prison in a hurry, but secretly thought about the current time and place in his heart.

To say that the time and place when Tang Sanzang was locked up in prison in the original book, it seems that he was arrested by the Bull Demon King, so it would be like this?

I remember that in the original book, it didn't take long for the Supreme Treasure to come to this prison, right?

In this case, he was not in a hurry to leave, but waited here for the Supreme Treasure to speak, and asked from his mouth whose hand the Moonlight Treasure Box was?

Is it in the hands of the Bull Demon King?

Sitting quietly in this prison, Wu Yan's heart secretly thought about how to seize the moonlight treasure box.

It didn't take long for Tang Sanzang next to him to gently tap his head, and then slowly sat up from the ground.

Seeing that Tang Sanzang had woken up, Wu Yan's brows furrowed slightly, was it too light for himself? It brought him to his senses so quickly!?

Stomp, stomp!

However, at this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded, and then, a few voices could be faintly heard outside.

"Are you mistaken? I'm really not your big brother! ”

"Okay, okay, senior brother, you go in, Master is waiting for you inside!"

"But ......"

"It's nothing, you go in quickly, Sha Monk, let's go, we'll take the wind outside!"

"Wait, I still have something urgent, I'm going to ...... too"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get in!"

……

Shaking his head, Tang Sanzang, who sat up slowly, obviously heard these conversations outside, his eyes fell on Wu Yan's body, smiled slightly, and said, "This donor, don't be afraid, it seems that the voice is the three apprentices of the poor monk!" ”

"Don't worry, if they rescue me, I'll also rescue you by the way!"