Yuan Shoucheng is old, but his reputation is still there, and he has been bedridden for nearly ten years and still can't escape the false name of the past.

On this day, the doorman came to report the storyteller at the entrance of the alley and knelt at the gate for a long time. Yuan Shoucheng struggled to sit up, sighed and said Come in, the thin man got the word and was introduced by Menzi all the way, his spirit was sluggish, and his clothes were also crumpled and knelt in front of the bed: "Shoucheng Gong save me, Xiao Ke has an enemy, but what..." Yuan Shoucheng interrupted: "Yuan Mou ordinary man can win Qi Tian?" Evil monkey, you go. The thin man was taken aback by being called, his face became hideous, and he sneered: "Evil monkey? Nie Hou? It's a good name, and I'll have a name from today. Old man, it's good if you help me today, it's okay if you don't help, others are afraid of your nephew Yuan Tiangang, but I, Nie Hou, am not afraid. If you don't want to suffer more, you should obediently say it to your lord. Yuan Shoucheng was helpless: "How can anyone in my generation have a law, and your magical powers still need to be faked?" When Nie Hou saw him like this, he knew that he was seriously ill and his life was short, so he really couldn't get up the interest of raising a stick.

Blowing a breath at Yuan Shoucheng, the three souls and seven souls returned to the underworld, and they couldn't die anymore, so they left the Yuan Mansion.

Walking out of the door, the more Nie Hou thought about it, the more angry he became, if it weren't for the shoulder injury that was difficult to heal, how would Nie Hou bend his knees to ask for a mortal, this body is not a physical fetus, and there are some reasons for the monkey to go to the west, in the past, the three disciples of the king passed through Yuhua Prefecture, and the three disciples of the king worshiped the three apprentices of Tang Seng as teachers, set up the Three Holy Temples, and concentrated on worshiping the three brothers of Wukong, Wuneng and Wujing.

Among them, the eldest prince is the disciple of Sun Wukong, and then he got the throne, and the power of the whole country bowed to the three saints, especially the statue of Sun Wukong, and the statue of Sun Wukong was born supernatural, and Sun Wukong did not return to the sky to hang the seal, not subject to the mortal incense, and it happened to be the six-eared macaque of the wandering soul and he was indistinguishable from each other, stealing from it, this is the origin of this body, this body has such several advantages, immortal, as long as there is incense to worship, it will not die of old age, tireless, and infinitely powerful.

Water and fire do not invade, it turns out that Sun Wukong himself is afraid of water and fire, but this body is not afraid. However, Zhu Bajie's nail rake is refined by Taishang Laojun, and it is difficult to have a few weapons that seem to be like this god in time.

But the bad is also bad on the idol of this mud tire, once it is injured, either there is some treasure to repair, or it is to accumulate incense and water grinding to recover.

I guess that the monkey's injuries are only worse than his own, and maybe there is still a way to do this. The fisherman hummed a little song, and picked up two herring fish to prepare to stew soup at home, when he suddenly saw a familiar face in the woods, and was about to talk, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and even the fish was lost: "You are not.. It's you! Nie Hou grinned and replied, "You even ate your master's first nine lives, and you are still afraid of me?" The fisherman knew that it was rare to be good today, so he turned the crescent shovel with his back hand, and fought for more than 30 rounds, and he was defeated and fought and retreated, jumped into the water and fled, and the thin man sneered.

also chased into the water, I don't want this body to be afraid of water and fire, but the battle in the water is different after all, and I was forced out of the water.

A doppelganger was left on the shore to deter the fisherman and keep him from daring to take the lead. Turned around and picked up the hanging herring, boiled a pot of soup and drank it, and then burped into the city.

Looking at it from afar, I'm afraid I can't go directly to Tang Seng, yesterday I saw the half of Guanyin enter the city in the suburbs of Chang'an, which bumped into the white horse, I'm afraid there is still some loss.

So he made money to make sure that the storyteller had opened the book, and then went to the West Market.