"Repay the favor?"

Mo Zun laughed wildly: "Monkey, you are too naïve or you think things too simply, why don't you let me ask this monk a few questions, and then decide whether to repay the favor?"

Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, wanting to step forward to save Tang Seng, but he was afraid that Mo Zun's fingers would directly pinch Tang Seng to death.

"You ask!"

"Good!"

Mo Zun looked at Tang Seng again, and said lightly: "I don't say anything about my family, Tang Seng, let me ask you a few questions, do you dare to answer truthfully?"

Because his throat was pinched, Tang Seng's face turned red, and his head was bruised, and he had long lost the appearance of a monk.

"Donor, may I ask, but can you let the poor monk go before I ask? The poor monk is really out of breath!"

Mo Zun's fingers loosened slightly: "First question, did you encounter Guanyin before you rescued Sun Wukong from Wuzhi Mountain?"

Tang Seng was stunned for a moment: "The donor is really powerful, and even the poor monk knows that he meets Guanyin Niangniang?"

"Then the second question, what did Guanyin say to you?"

"Guanyin Niangniang said that this way to learn the scriptures will be dangerous, Niangniang encouraged me more, and told me that there is a mountain ahead, a monkey was pressed under the mountain, as long as the monkey is rescued, he will protect me to go to the west to learn the scriptures!"

Tang Seng didn't lie, Mo Zun nodded with satisfaction.

"Let me ask you again if Guanyin didn't say these words to you, then when you met Sun Wukong in Wuzhi Mountain, would you save him?"

"This!"

Tang Seng showed hesitation, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Not far away, Sun Wukong was a little stunned, it turned out that the master saved me through Guanyin's guidance?

If it weren't for Guanyin's guidance, how could he save him when he found a monster crushed under the mountain?

Mo Zun asked: "If the monks don't talk to Tang Seng, do you save it? or don't you save it?" Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then, and he didn't know how many heavenly soldiers and generals he killed, he could be described as a peerless demon king, and his hands were covered with blood!"

The corners of Tang Seng's mouth trembled: "The poor monk and the poor monk are only afraid that they will hide as far as they can, and they will not save him!"

Rumble!

Sun Wukong took a step back, only to feel a buzzing in his head, and when he looked at Tang Seng again, his eyes had changed a lot.

Mo Zun smiled slightly: "Later, in the valley, Guanyin incarnated as an old woman, gave you a hat, and asked you to give this hat to Sun Wukong to wear.

Tang Seng sighed: "The poor monk knows that the spell of imprisonment is also taught by Guanyin Niangniang!"

"Every time you use the Tightening Spell, do you know how much Sun Wukong hurts? He is your apprentice, how can you be so ruthless?"

"Poor monk, I just want him to be less stubborn and want to discipline him!"

"The monks don't take compassion as their heart, they plot against Sun Wukong to wear a tight spell, and he uses the tight spell to torture him repeatedly, he keeps you safe all the way, slays demons and destroys demons for you, I don't know how many disasters you have prevented, even if you are not grateful, you should not be so ruthless Tang Seng, you are worthy of being Sun Wukong's master?"

Mo Zun asked a question, but Tang Seng was speechless, and he was already stunned on the spot and didn't know how to answer.

Sun Wukong laughed miserably, threw the golden hoop stick aside, and tore the tight spell on the top of his head with both hands: "Bald donkey, you didn't save me because of your kindness at all, it turns out that you have been planning to lose my old grandson and protect you all the way, damn it!"

Roar!

At this moment, Sun Wukong's aura changed rapidly, and the edges and corners had been worn off by the Tightening Spell, but at this time, he suddenly became arrogant and unruly.

Boom!

The clothes were torn, the rosary on his neck was shattered, Sun Wukong roared wildly, opened his arms and pounced towards Tang Seng. "Repay the favor?"

Mo Zun laughed wildly: "Monkey, you are too naïve or you think things too simply, why don't you let me ask this monk a few questions, and then decide whether to repay the favor?"

Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, wanting to step forward to save Tang Seng, but he was afraid that Mo Zun's fingers would directly pinch Tang Seng to death.

"You ask!"

"Good!"

Mo Zun looked at Tang Seng again, and said lightly: "I don't say anything about my family, Tang Seng, let me ask you a few questions, do you dare to answer truthfully?"

Because his throat was pinched, Tang Seng's face turned red, and his head was bruised, and he had long lost the appearance of a monk.

"Donor, may I ask, but can you let the poor monk go before I ask? The poor monk is really out of breath!"

Mo Zun's fingers loosened slightly: "First question, did you encounter Guanyin before you rescued Sun Wukong from Wuzhi Mountain?"

Tang Seng was stunned for a moment: "The donor is really powerful, and even the poor monk knows that he meets Guanyin Niangniang?"

"Then the second question, what did Guanyin say to you?"

"Guanyin Niangniang said that this way to learn the scriptures will be dangerous, Niangniang encouraged me more, and told me that there is a mountain ahead, a monkey was pressed under the mountain, as long as the monkey is rescued, he will protect me to go to the west to learn the scriptures!"

Tang Seng didn't lie, Mo Zun nodded with satisfaction.

"Let me ask you again if Guanyin didn't say these words to you, then when you met Sun Wukong in Wuzhi Mountain, would you save him?"

"This!"

Tang Seng showed hesitation, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Not far away, Sun Wukong was a little stunned, it turned out that the master saved me through Guanyin's guidance?

If it weren't for Guanyin's guidance, how could he save him when he found a monster crushed under the mountain?

Mo Zun asked: "If the monks don't talk to Tang Seng, do you save it? or don't you save it?" Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then, and he didn't know how many heavenly soldiers and generals he killed, he could be described as a peerless demon king, and his hands were covered with blood!"

The corners of Tang Seng's mouth trembled: "The poor monk and the poor monk are only afraid that they will hide as far as they can, and they will not save him!"

Rumble!

Sun Wukong took a step back, only to feel a buzzing in his head, and when he looked at Tang Seng again, his eyes had changed a lot.

Mo Zun smiled slightly: "Later, in the valley, Guanyin incarnated as an old woman, gave you a hat, and asked you to give this hat to Sun Wukong to wear.

Tang Seng sighed: "The poor monk knows that the spell of imprisonment is also taught by Guanyin Niangniang!"

"Every time you use the Tightening Spell, do you know how much Sun Wukong hurts? He is your apprentice, how can you be so ruthless?"

"Poor monk, I just want him to be less stubborn and want to discipline him!"

"The monks don't take compassion as their heart, they plot against Sun Wukong to wear a tight spell, and he uses the tight spell to torture him repeatedly, he keeps you safe all the way, slays demons and destroys demons for you, I don't know how many disasters you have prevented, even if you are not grateful, you should not be so ruthless Tang Seng, you are worthy of being Sun Wukong's master?"

Mo Zun asked a question, but Tang Seng was speechless, and he was already stunned on the spot and didn't know how to answer.

Sun Wukong laughed miserably, threw the golden hoop stick aside, and tore the tight spell on the top of his head with both hands: "Bald donkey, you didn't save me because of your kindness at all, it turns out that you have been planning to lose my old grandson and protect you all the way, damn it!"

Roar!

At this moment, Sun Wukong's aura changed rapidly, and the edges and corners had been worn off by the Tightening Spell, but at this time, he suddenly became arrogant and unruly.

Boom!

The clothes were torn, the rosary on his neck was shattered, Sun Wukong roared wildly, opened his arms and pounced towards Tang Seng. "Repay the favor?"

Mo Zun laughed wildly: "Monkey, you are too naïve or you think things too simply, why don't you let me ask this monk a few questions, and then decide whether to repay the favor?"

Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, wanting to step forward to save Tang Seng, but he was afraid that Mo Zun's fingers would directly pinch Tang Seng to death.

"You ask!"

"Good!"

Mo Zun looked at Tang Seng again, and said lightly: "I don't say anything about my family, Tang Seng, let me ask you a few questions, do you dare to answer truthfully?"

Because his throat was pinched, Tang Seng's face turned red, and his head was bruised, and he had long lost the appearance of a monk.

"Donor, may I ask, but can you let the poor monk go before I ask? The poor monk is really out of breath!"

Mo Zun's fingers loosened slightly: "First question, did you encounter Guanyin before you rescued Sun Wukong from Wuzhi Mountain?"

Tang Seng was stunned for a moment: "The donor is really powerful, and even the poor monk knows that he meets Guanyin Niangniang?"

"Then the second question, what did Guanyin say to you?"

"Guanyin Niangniang said that this way to learn the scriptures will be dangerous, Niangniang encouraged me more, and told me that there is a mountain ahead, a monkey was pressed under the mountain, as long as the monkey is rescued, he will protect me to go to the west to learn the scriptures!"

Tang Seng didn't lie, Mo Zun nodded with satisfaction.

"Let me ask you again if Guanyin didn't say these words to you, then when you met Sun Wukong in Wuzhi Mountain, would you save him?"

"This!"

Tang Seng showed hesitation, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Not far away, Sun Wukong was a little stunned, it turned out that the master saved me through Guanyin's guidance?

If it weren't for Guanyin's guidance, how could he save him when he found a monster crushed under the mountain?

Mo Zun asked: "If the monks don't talk to Tang Seng, do you save it? or don't you save it?" Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then, and he didn't know how many heavenly soldiers and generals he killed, he could be described as a peerless demon king, and his hands were covered with blood!"

The corners of Tang Seng's mouth trembled: "The poor monk and the poor monk are only afraid that they will hide as far as they can, and they will not save him!"

Rumble!

Sun Wukong took a step back, only to feel a buzzing in his head, and when he looked at Tang Seng again, his eyes had changed a lot.

Mo Zun smiled slightly: "Later, in the valley, Guanyin incarnated as an old woman, gave you a hat, and asked you to give this hat to Sun Wukong to wear.

Tang Seng sighed: "The poor monk knows that the spell of imprisonment is also taught by Guanyin Niangniang!"

"Every time you use the Tightening Spell, do you know how much Sun Wukong hurts? He is your apprentice, how can you be so ruthless?"

"Poor monk, I just want him to be less stubborn and want to discipline him!"

"The monks don't take compassion as their heart, they plot against Sun Wukong to wear a tight spell, and he uses the tight spell to torture him repeatedly, he keeps you safe all the way, slays demons and destroys demons for you, I don't know how many disasters you have prevented, even if you are not grateful, you should not be so ruthless Tang Seng, you are worthy of being Sun Wukong's master?"

Mo Zun asked a question, but Tang Seng was speechless, and he was already stunned on the spot and didn't know how to answer.

Sun Wukong laughed miserably, threw the golden hoop stick aside, and tore the tight spell on the top of his head with both hands: "Bald donkey, you didn't save me because of your kindness at all, it turns out that you have been planning to lose my old grandson and protect you all the way, damn it!"

Roar!

At this moment, Sun Wukong's aura changed rapidly, and the edges and corners had been worn off by the Tightening Spell, but at this time, he suddenly became arrogant and unruly.

Boom!

The clothes were torn, the rosary on his neck was shattered, Sun Wukong roared wildly, opened his arms and pounced towards Tang Seng. "Repay the favor?"

Mo Zun laughed wildly: "Monkey, you are too naïve or you think things too simply, why don't you let me ask this monk a few questions, and then decide whether to repay the favor?"

Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, wanting to step forward to save Tang Seng, but he was afraid that Mo Zun's fingers would directly pinch Tang Seng to death.

"You ask!"

"Good!"

Mo Zun looked at Tang Seng again, and said lightly: "I don't say anything about my family, Tang Seng, let me ask you a few questions, do you dare to answer truthfully?"

Because his throat was pinched, Tang Seng's face turned red, and his head was bruised, and he had long lost the appearance of a monk.

"Donor, may I ask, but can you let the poor monk go before I ask? The poor monk is really out of breath!"

Mo Zun's fingers loosened slightly: "First question, did you encounter Guanyin before you rescued Sun Wukong from Wuzhi Mountain?"

Tang Seng was stunned for a moment: "The donor is really powerful, and even the poor monk knows that he meets Guanyin Niangniang?"

"Then the second question, what did Guanyin say to you?"

"Guanyin Niangniang said that this way to learn the scriptures will be dangerous, Niangniang encouraged me more, and told me that there is a mountain ahead, a monkey was pressed under the mountain, as long as the monkey is rescued, he will protect me to go to the west to learn the scriptures!"

Tang Seng didn't lie, Mo Zun nodded with satisfaction.

"Let me ask you again if Guanyin didn't say these words to you, then when you met Sun Wukong in Wuzhi Mountain, would you save him?"

"This!"

Tang Seng showed hesitation, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Not far away, Sun Wukong was a little stunned, it turned out that the master saved me through Guanyin's guidance?

If it weren't for Guanyin's guidance, how could he save him when he found a monster crushed under the mountain?

Mo Zun asked: "If the monks don't talk to Tang Seng, do you save it? or don't you save it?" Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then, and he didn't know how many heavenly soldiers and generals he killed, he could be described as a peerless demon king, and his hands were covered with blood!"

The corners of Tang Seng's mouth trembled: "The poor monk and the poor monk are only afraid that they will hide as far as they can, and they will not save him!"

Rumble!

Sun Wukong took a step back, only to feel a buzzing in his head, and when he looked at Tang Seng again, his eyes had changed a lot.

Mo Zun smiled slightly: "Later, in the valley, Guanyin incarnated as an old woman, gave you a hat, and asked you to give this hat to Sun Wukong to wear on you."