In three months, Chen Yang successfully raised the little monk with white fat meat. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The little monk is not tired of eating steamed buns every day, Chen Yang eats meat every day, eats chicken legs today, gnaws rabbit legs tomorrow, bumps into a big snake on the side of the road, breaks it in two, and eats snake soup at night.

The little monk is only eight years old, and he can still insist on nibbling steamed buns surrounded by the smell of meat every day.

The little monk would talk about his senior brothers every day when he ate steamed buns, Chen Yang couldn't help it, and after the little monk fell asleep on the first night, he flew back to the Pure Land Temple and left a bag of steamed buns. After that, no matter how much the little monk chattered, Chen Yang didn't answer the conversation.

In three months, they walked almost 2,000 kilometers.

Passing through a forest again, you can see a large river in front of you.

The two walked to the river, and the little monk said with a bitter face: "What to do, I don't know how to water." ”

Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's your business, either swim over or let's take a detour." ”

The little monk looked left and right, and found that the river was so wide and long, he couldn't see either side at a glance, and if he took a detour, he didn't know how long he would have to walk.

But he can't swim, such a big river, and the waves are more than half a meter high. The little monk thought about it again and again, and said, "Let's take a detour." ”

Chen Yang doesn't care, the little monk wants to take a detour, so let's take a detour, anyway, his task is to protect him. And Chen Yang was also thinking in his heart, if he really protected the little monk to the West Heaven and retrieved the true scriptures, what would Tang Seng do after five hundred years? In other words, is there still a Tang monk after 500 years?

Chen Yang thought about it, but he didn't find that in the central river, there was a string of bubbles constantly rising from the bottom of the river.

"Whoa!"

The river was torn apart, and a figure broke out of the river, jumped ashore, and grabbed the little monk.

"Ah!!h

The little monk cried out in horror.

Chen Yang was slightly startled, and his eyes fell on this guy who suddenly ran out of the water.

It was a seven-foot man, tall and strong. He was wearing a vest stained with water and weeds, his long hair was messy, and his beard was long.

Chen Yang felt that this man looked a little familiar, and after the man saw Chen Yang. A pair of eyes suddenly widened, and his voice was filled with anger, shouting: "I'm going to kill you!" ”

The man roared angrily and threw the little monk into the river.

Chen Yang made a move with his right hand, and a wisp of spiritual power shot out. Wrapped around the body of the little monk, floating above the river.

"Ah!!h

The bearded man held the demon scepter in his hand, jumped into the air, held the staff in both hands, and smashed it towards Chen Yang's head.

Chen Yang sensed it carefully, and was a little surprised in his heart, the cultivation of this bearded monster was not low, and he was actually an earth immortal.

The bearded man's eyes glared angrily, and the demon slaying staff in his hand slashed left and right, and the momentum was terrifying. The aura flew around as the two of them fought, and exploded when it landed.

Chen Yang put away the Tai'a sword and wanted to try the strengthened golden body.

The bearded man saw that Chen Yang had taken the sword, and he didn't know what he was going to do, but he seized this opportunity and approached in an instant, and the crescent blade slashed towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang cast his golden body, which instantly turned into the color of gold, he raised his hand and grabbed the Lord Demon Subduing Staff without hurrying, and there was a thousand forces from the staff to the palm. The shock made Chen Yang's hands numb, and he almost let go.

"The strength is good." Chen Yang smiled disdainfully, shook it hard, and slammed it downward. The waist launched a force and transmitted it to the arm, and the body was arched, bending in a thrilling arc, throwing the bearded man and his weapon into the sky.

The little monk slowly came to the shore from the surface of the river and landed steadily on the ground under Chen Yang's control.

As soon as the little monk landed. Immediately ran to Chen Yang, and said with a scared expression: "That's a monster." ”

Chen Yang touched his bald head and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll drive you away." ”

The little monk looked around, and sure enough, he didn't see the beard, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and said: "What kind of monster is that, I see that he looks no different from ordinary people, how can he live under the river?" ”

Chen Yang shook his head, his eyes flickered, and walked towards the river.

The little monk tugged at his clothes tightly and followed.

Chen Yang walked to the river and squatted down, the dirt on the riverbank was shattered by the overflowing aura because of the battle he had just fought with the bearded monster.

And under these dirt, Chen Yang saw Sen Bai's bones.

The light in his hand flickered, and Chen Yang held a short dagger and dug hard into the dirt. When the little monk saw the bones that had been dug out by Chen Yang, he opened his mouth wide and stared at the bones stained with mud in shock and fear.

"These people should be eaten by that monster."

Chen Yang stood up, glanced at the river that could not be seen, and said softly.

The bearded monster's face became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Sha Wujing.

He is Sha Wujing.

And this river is the quicksand river.

Chen Yang's eyes searched the riverbank inch by inch, and on the riverbank ten miles away from him, there was a stone tablet.

Chen Yang's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal color, and the font on the stone tablet that was far away fell on Chen Yang's eyes very clearly.

"Quicksand River!"

Sure enough, it's a quicksand river.

Chen Yang suddenly remembered a conversation between Sha Wujing and the Bodhisattva in Journey to the West.

At the same time, he was also thinking that in five hundred years, the golden cicada would be reincarnated for ten lifetimes, and in each life, his yang lifespan would be no more than fifty years. If you take into account the time it takes to be reincarnated, he can live to be twenty years old in each life, which is considered a long life.

Why was he so short-lived?

And why did he die? How exactly did he die?

This group of doubts constantly hit Chen Yang's head, asking himself over and over again.

Could it be that the nine scripture learners that Sha Wujing ate in the quicksand river are the ninth generation of the golden cicada?

If the Buddha was so cruel? The golden cicada just contradicted him, but because the concept of Buddhism was different, he let him suffer like this?

Relying on his boundless mana, he can punish those who don't listen to discipline as he likes?

The golden cicada is one, and the Monkey King is also one.

Chen Yang let out a long breath, touched the head of the golden cicada, and said, "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

"Huh!"

"Hum~"

"Poof!"

A meteor fell from the sky, and before Chen Yang could react, the meteor had already passed through the little monk's body and nailed him to the ground.

It turned out to be Sha Wujing's demon scepter.

One end of the scepter pointed diagonally into the sky, still buzzing and trembling.

The sudden momentum had not yet dissipated, Chen Yang looked at the little monk who was nailed to the soil, his body was seriously deformed, and he spat blood foaming in his mouth, and his anger burned in a flash.

"Huh!"

The Demon Scepter was pulled, pulled out of the little monk's body, and flew high into the air. Sha Wujing descended from the sky and reached out to hold it. Glancing at the blood on the staff, he grabbed the staff and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on it, with a look of enjoyment.

"Fuck you!"

The muscles of Chen Yang's face trembled violently, and with an angry shout, he suddenly grabbed the Sun Shooting Divine Bow, and just as he opened his bow and set up an arrow, and was about to pull the bow and shoot at Sha Wujing, the voice of the mythological system suddenly sounded strangely.

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