"Actually, there is no way, as long as we can catch Tang Xuanzang who is going west, use his physical body, and refine it with our elixir, this elixir of immortality can be refined without much effort."

Silver Horn looked at Golden Horn with an idiot face, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said cautiously.

"Brother, the meat on Tang Xuanzang's body only needs to eat one piece to live forever. Why are you still wasting that strength and refining what kind of elixir of immortality! ”

"! Tang Xuanzang's meat is his Tang Xuanzang's meat, and the elixir we refine is the elixir we refine. Can the two be confused? The two of us are youkai with pursuits, how can we take shortcuts? ”

Silver Horn looked at the golden horn with an atmospheric face, and nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Okay! Just do as your brother says! I'm going to arrest Tang Xuanzang now! ”

"Alas! Alas! Alas! Stop! ”

The golden horn grabbed the silver horn, and the hatred on his face was not made of steel.

"Do you know who he's around? To catch Tang Xuanzang so recklessly, aren't you afraid that his apprentice will break your legs?! ”

Silver Horn was unconvinced and shouted.

"Brother, who is his apprentice? I still don't believe it, there are some masters in the nether world! ”

"It's Monkey King."

"Isn't it Sun Wu........, wait a minute, brother, who did you just say?"

Silver Horn couldn't believe his ears and asked suspiciously.

"Monkey King! Monkey king! ”

"My brother helped me, my feet were weak."

Golden Horn looked at the silver horn that suddenly turned into a soft-footed shrimp, and said with a smile on his face.

"Brother, where did you run away from your previous momentum?"

"No, brother, the hairy monkey of Sun Wukong before, the shadow left in my heart by my younger brother is too big. I still remember Master's face as long as a donkey. ”

"Thou shalt not be defeated, but thou mayest be outwitted, thou wilt obey my commands........"

..............

"Oops! Oops! ”

Ou Yangming's four masters and apprentices continued to hurry, and suddenly heard the sound of wailing.

He looked at it and saw a ragged Taoist priest with his back against a boulder.

Looking at his legs again, there was blood on his left leg, which was clearly broken.

"Amitabha! Dare to ask this bull nose........ Where did the Taoist come from? ”

"Elder, Elder save me! I am a Taoist priest in a quiet Taoist temple in the west, because the day before yesterday, the donor's house in the south of the mountain invited all the Taoist stars to scatter blessings. I am a master and apprentice, all the way.

Walking to the depths, I suddenly encountered a colorful tiger, and took my apprentice away, and fled with trepidation, and accidentally fell on the stone slope, injured his left leg, and did not know the direction. Today, I met the elder, and I hope that the elder will be merciful and save my life. ”

Ou Yangming shook his head and sighed, then looked at the Taoist priest apologetically and said.

"Dao Chief, although you and I are two sects of Buddhism and Taoism. But poor monks can't see death without help, let alone the Buddha and Taoist family. Unfortunately, the poor monk was suffering from a dark disease. ”

"Oh? I don't know what kind of dark disease the elder is suffering from, but tell me to hear it, maybe there is a cure in my Taoist temple. ”

The three of Sun Wukong, looking at Ou Yangming with a painful face, were all second-zhang monks, and they were confused.

Master, he is an old man, and his legs and feet are not good.

Even the Kui Wood Wolf of the Twenty-Eight Constellations is not enough for him to hit with one finger, what kind of dark disease can he have?

This injured Taoist priest was transformed by the silver horn.

He listened to his eldest brother's words and used a strategy, planning to suppress Sun Wukong first, and then take Tang Xuanzang away.

"Amitabha! The dark disease that the poor monk suffers from is called obsessive-compulsive disorder. ”

"OCD?!"

Silver Horn is really confused this time, what is obsessive-compulsive disorder? I haven't heard of it!

Even if the silver horn wants to break his head, he will not think that obsessive-compulsive disorder is a disease that modern people suffer from thousands of years later.

"Elder, what is this obsessive-compulsive disorder? If you want to be cured, it is best to inform the old Tao about the form of the disease. ”

"Well, what the Taoist chief said is reasonable. You wait a minute, wait for the poor monk to bring the nine-ring tin staff and demonstrate it to you. In addition, the Taoist chief, this is what you said, ask the poor monk to tell you the form of the disease. Whatever happened had nothing to do with the poor monk. ”

Yinjiao and the three apprentices looked at Ou Yangming who went to get the tin staff in confusion.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder and the nine-ring tin cane, there is a woolen relationship!

While! While! While!

Ou Yangming came to the silver horn with the nine-ring tin staff and looked at him with a smile.

Soon, I saw the ghostly expression on the face of the silver horn. Ou Yangming picked up the nine-ring tin staff, rounded his arms, and smashed it hard at his uninjured right leg!

Click!!

Zhu Bajie and the two sand monks trembled.

Nima!

Master is so ferocious, it's more like a monster than a monster.

I couldn't help but say, I directly rounded the tin rod and smashed it down.

And with the strength of the master, even if he is a senior brother this time, I am afraid he will not be able to bear it.

"Ah————h

"Long long ....., Elder. You, you, you...., why are you? Why...., why ....., ....., and smash ...... Broke the old ....., the old ....., the right leg? Old old old ...., old self-....., self-..... with you, you you...., you have no grievances, no ....., no hatred. ”

Silver Horn's heart at this moment, that's called a remorse!

It's okay to brag with the big brother, what's the?

Now it's okay, Tang Xuanzang didn't say a word, and a tin rod directly broke his right leg.

What's the matter, why is this weak monk so strong!?

"Amitabha! Daoist, didn't you say it, ask the poor monk to show you, is it sick? This obsessive-compulsive disorder is difficult to describe, and only with concrete actions can you see clearly.

Your left leg is broken, but your right leg is not. Therefore, the poor monk has an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and you have to break your right leg, so that it looks neat and symmetrical, and your heart is warm, and it is much better. ”

Poof!

Silver Horn's heart socket seems to have been stabbed.

What the hell is this called obsessive-compulsive disorder?

The left leg is broken, it looks untidy, and you have to break the right leg to make your heart feel good.

This shouldn't be called obsessive-compulsive disorder, it should be called whole person syndrome, hurting people.

"Oops!! Dao Chief, now your legs are broken. But his arms were not broken, and they looked unsymmetrical. Dao Chief, what are you doing? Don't move, lie down! Oops, how do you climb outside? Dao Chief, Dao Chief, don't go! ”

Silver Horn was grabbed by Ou Yangming's right leg and dragged back in his direction.

"You let go, let go. Woo, I'm going back to my brother, what kind of Dongtu holy monk, it's all a lie! Where is there a monk like you, if you don't agree with each other, you will break people's legs and hands. You let go of me, let go of me! ”

Ou Yangming looked at the silver horn that was about to collapse, and leaned back and forth with joy in his heart.

You melon baby still have to lie to Lao Tzu, drink the poor monk's footwashing water to your heart's content!!