But it was said that the little mute was holding a peachwood sword and stabbed hard at the ankle of the "purple-faced monster......

I don't know if it was because the little mute used too much force, but this sword actually pierced the monster's ankle bone!

Purple-red blood trickled down the tip of the sword on the moon platform, and bursts of yellow smoke rose from the "Zizi". A fishy and foul smell suddenly spread, and the rich fragrance of sycamore flowers had to be avoided, and everyone couldn't help but cover their noses......

At the same time, the monster was so painful that his facial features moved, and he screamed miserably, "Woo, it hurts me to death, my feet are about to fall off, big brother save me......"

Hearing the "purple-faced monster" shout, the "blue-faced monster" suddenly had a faster heartbeat and trembled all over! It gritted its back molars, tried to stabilize its mind, and shouted boldly: "Woo, little knock, you kind of let my fourth brother go, and come at me ......."

"Woo, I have something to discuss, let my fourth brother go......" The white-faced monster's face was completely bloodless, and he echoed tremblingly.

"Oh, fourth brother, when you are in danger, you will show your true colors as a hero, I want to ......be strong" The incoherent words of the "red-faced monster" amused all the brothers in front of the moon platform......

"Woo, you...... Let's three trees...... Farewell to the Vine Monster...... Hurry, stay ...... This will be ...... in a moment Kid Bloodflow...... After doing it, the master will be ...... again Give ...... You put ...... Blood ......," the little mute laughed in the tone of the monsters.

"Oh, grandpa, you're mistaken, we're not tree spirits, we just turned into a sycamore tree last time and played a joke on you......" The purple-faced monster wailed.

"What? Aren't you a tree spirit vine monster?" Wukong was puzzled in his heart, and asked in front of the stage, "Then what is the relationship between you and the Eighteen Dukes?

"Woo, grandpa, we never know Eighteen Gong, and we don't know any crooked-nosed old man......" The "purple-faced monster" looked painful and confused......

"Good...... Boy, you're still ...... Dare to talk nonsense...... "The little mute pulled the peachwood sword out of the monster's ankle in a fit of rage, and then pressed the blade against the monster's neck with his backhand, "It seems that you ...... Is it ...... See the coffin is not ...... Tears, little ...... Master, cut ...... Under your ...... I send ...... the head You're back to old age...... Home ......"

"Woo, grandpa spares his life, grandpa spares his life...... I'm telling the truth, I really don't know these two guys...... I don't know a lot, I don't know much, it's just a mandrill in Potou Ridge, ......" The "purple-faced monster" was hoarse, and his eyes were already crying blood......

"Broken Head Ridge?" The descendant was taken aback when he heard this, and hurriedly stopped the little mute, "Little brother, move slowly, it's not too late to kill it again after asking clearly......"

"Hey...... Ah, descendants...... Brother, still ...... Ask what, this ...... The kid is Mao...... Stone ...... in the room Head, and ...... Stinky and hard, get ...... Die and you have to ...... ......" The little mute snorted and withdrew the peachwood sword, looking very displeased......

"Little brother, don't worry, my brother has something to ask about it......" The descendant frowned and asked: "Monster, you said that you are from Potou Ridge, but as far as I know, that Potou Ridge is more than three hundred miles away from here, how do you know that my brothers and I are building a moon watchtower here?"

"Woo, grandfather, this is a long story...... the "purple-faced monster" The "purple-faced monster" took a few breaths, slowed down slightly, and then said in a fifteen-ten voice: "Oh, grandpa doesn't know, in fact, our four brothers didn't tell a lie, our mandrill clan is really not a human, a ghost or a demon, and it is a special existence in the Three Realms and Six Realms......"

"Oh, the biggest difference between our mandrill clan and all living beings is that we have big feet here, we are all on our toes and heels rushing forward, so we are destined to go back......" The red-faced monster grabbed the conversation and said.

"Oh, the so-called turning back refers to time, when I crawl out of my mother's belly, I am like an octogenarian, and then I become a teenager day by day! So unlike the world, you are afraid of getting old, and we are afraid of getting smaller......" The white-faced monster continued.

"Oh, our four brothers were born with the determination to live forever, meditate and participate in meditation every day, and practice diligently! Our cultivation is also outstanding among the mandrill clan! Therefore, the area of Potouling calls our brothers the four gentlemen of the mandrill! And the four of us are similar in life, so the name of the face is the name, which is called Qingqi, my second brother is called Bai Sheng, the third brother is Hongjian, and my fourth brother's name is Zilai............

Qingqi, Baisheng, Hongjian, Zilai...... I can't imagine that the ferocious-looking Sishanxiao has such an elegant name! And their description of their bizarre life experience makes everyone listen to it with relish and can't stop it! Gradually, everyone actually forgets that they are on the battlefield of murder......

"Woo, green up, clear air when ......"

"Woo, Bai Sheng, Bai Yunsheng is ......"

"Woo, red see, red sun first see ......"

"Woo, purple come, purple air comes from the east......"

With the bursts of mountain songs suddenly sung by the four brothers of the mandrill, a magical hallucination suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone seemed to have returned to their long-lost childhood......

Unlike the youthful and frivolous fantasy of others, Wukong seems to be in a picturesque fairy mountain...... The flowers bloom all over the mountain, the fruit is full of branches, a waterfall flies at the spring, a group of monkeys are playing and playing, you see them throwing marbles one by one, catching dragonflies, catching lice, bathing in the mountain spring, bustling, so lively......

In contrast to the frolic under the forest springs in the mountains, the summit is very quiet......

Following the dazzling sunlight, I saw that on the top of the mountain, stood a proud boulder! The boulder was similar to the moon platform, it seemed to be more than three zhang high, more than two zhang in the circle, there were nine holes and eight holes on it, according to the shape of the nine palace gossip cloth. There are no trees around to shade, and there are Zhilan on the left and right!

Although this boulder is a ruthless thing, it looks very kind to Wukong! For some reason, Wukong even wants to pounce on it, snuggle it, kiss it, touch it, and bow to it......

Just as Wukong was thinking wildly, a sharp flash suddenly crossed the clear sky, and then a thunderbolt roared, right on top of the boulder!

For a time, the sky changed color, and the earth shook the mountains......

Wukong was suddenly shocked, and suddenly realized that the moon platform in front of him had been split into four petals from the middle, and the sound of "boom" explosion was deafening......

"Brothers, get out of the way...... Wukong was anxious to pick up the autumn water and hanging gall of Leng Keke beside him, and turned his head and ran towards the Tong Forest. The descendants on the side also jumped into the Tonglin as if they were waking up from a dream, and the nine-headed dragon leech even carried the little mute "wow" and ran out with a strange cry......

At this moment, the moon platform fell down like a flower, and the eyes were full of yellow sand......

After a while, everyone's violently beating hearts slowly calmed down. The Moon Observatory fell again, and it was struck down by the thunder of the sky! I am afraid to think about it, but the brothers in front of the stage were able to survive this catastrophe unscathed, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune......

On the ruins of the mottorial platform, several piles of wildfires gradually ignited around several torches scattered on the ground in a hurry...... In a trance, it is reminiscent of the campfire dinner before the first collapse of the moon watchtower......

As the culprits who pushed to the lookout platform, the four hateful mandrills were long gone...... Could it be that these guys have been wiped out by the thunderbolt? Or is the thunder itself recruited by them? Or is there a bigger black hand behind the scenes...... In addition, these invisible evil forces seem to only want to overthrow the Moon Observatory, and they don't seem to have much malice towards everyone......

All of this is a mystery that haunts everyone!

Seeing that the night was halfway over, and the gloomy sky had cleared up at some point, the stars in the sky blinked with sneering eyes, full of merciless contempt and mockery for the losers......

The group fled home in despair......

Nothing to say all night......

Day 2, Day 3, Day 4...... For more than ten days in a row, everyone was depressed, and no one wanted to mention anything related to the moon watchtower, and it seemed that the moon watchtower had fallen into a scar that was difficult to heal again!

Finally one day, Wukong couldn't help but ask the descendants: "Brother Xian, can we still build this moon platform?"

"Brother Jin, how else can you build it?" the descendants burst into tears as soon as they spoke, "The moon watchtower has fallen again and again, and each time it almost cost the lives of the brothers...... After thinking about it, the descendants were heartbroken, how could they still let the brothers build the moon platform with me for their own selfishness......"

Men don't flick when they have tears! Looking at the heroic tears that poured down from his descendants, Wukong couldn't help but be moved by it......

As the saying goes, if you live and die for profit, how can you avoid it because of good fortune and misfortune! When the virtuous brother is in trouble, how can our brothers stand idly by? Wukong said emotionally: "If our brothers no longer build the Moon Watching Platform, won't we just fulfill the wishes of the evil demons and foreign Taoists! People breathe a breath, and the Buddha is a stick of incense! Whether or not the Moon Watching Platform is built is related to the dignity and honor of our brothers, and we must not give up halfway!"

Wukong's heartfelt words made Hou Yi sincerely admire and moved!

"Brother Jin's words are like an initiation, which makes the younger brother suddenly open his mouth!" said the descendant and bowed deeply to Wukong, "With Brother Jin's great help, the descendants firmly believe that there will be a day when the merit will be completed on the Moon Viewing Platform......"

"Thank you for your trust, Jin will do his best!" Wukong frowned, thoughtful, "The matter of building the moon platform again, my brothers can think about it in the long run! It's just that before the moon tower was struck down by thunder that night, I listened to what the monster said...... They are the mandrills of Broken Head Ridge, where is this Broken Head Ridge, and will our brothers go on a walk?"

"Don't go to Potou Ridge?" the descendants immediately exclaimed......: "Brother Jin doesn't know, there is an ancient god living on that Potou Ridge, and it is said that he has boundless magic power and kills people like numbness! Especially for people like us who are oriented to the Tao, he hates them to the bone for some reason! If we go to Potou Ridge, we will definitely have no ...... to go back."