Following the prestige, I saw a few little heads poking out from behind the tree, who else could it be if it wasn't the little maid who had served the "human flesh filling" bun?

The two sides met, although it was only a few days, but after a life and death, several little maids were crying with joy, although the pipa spirit was much calmer, but also slightly reddened eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It turns out that the owner of this mountain is an old weasel, these little maids are the little monsters in the nearby mountains, the weasel prefers to eat fishy, every time to catch the little demon to drink, it happens that the pipa spirit settled here, and the weasel was beaten away if he couldn't see it, and saved a few small points, so the two sides said that they were masters and servants, better than relatives.

The two sides talked about it, and the pipa bowed and said: "Thank you, son, today's grace, never forget." ”

Although the little maids next to them were cute, although they didn't know how the man who was kidnapped by their grandmother a few months ago became a "good father", they also followed the well-behaved salute.

Xiao Yu waved his hand and said, "It's okay." ”

Pipa Jing glanced at Xiao Yu, took a few maids, turned into streamers, and flew into the Linglong Tower.

Xiao Yu rubbed the Linglong Pagoda in his hand and was silent.

This square tower was obtained by him in the Demon Suppression Tower, and it has been so many years in a blink of an eye, and now that he thinks about it, the water in the fairy sword world seems to be very deep, and it is time to go back and touch the roots.

There is still a lot to be done before that.

First of all, it is the true and false Monkey King, after the story of the daughter country, Tang Seng and his apprentices continued to travel west, and encountered a group of robbers who occupied the mountain on the way, Wukong became angry for a while, and killed most of them, thus causing the dispute between the true and false Monkey King, this story is the most talked about and puzzled in the Journey to the West, Xiao Yu naturally does not want to miss it.

However, it will take some time before this story happens, so there is no need to rush.

Before that, there is another thing that needs to be sorted out, that is, he destroyed the Flame Mountain, saved the Pipa Spirit, and beat the Bull Demon King, which has directly affected the ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulty, will the subsequent journey to the west change? Those gods and Buddhas who have messed up their plans will ask themselves questions?

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Yu couldn't help but sigh, he hadn't seen the little senior sister and the big cute god for a long time, and he missed them very much in his heart, but before the situation was clear, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

……

Time passed quietly.

It's been a month later.

The cold winter of dripping water into ice has quietly passed, the wild flowers bloom on the road, the wind sends orchids, and the new rain is cool, it is the early spring.

On this day, Tang monks and apprentices came to a mountain, and Wukong hit the white dragon horse on the buttocks, and the horse was frightened and took Tang Sanzang all the way to gallop. When I crossed the valley, I suddenly heard the trees on both sides swaying, but twenty or thirty robbers who were blocking the road and robbing jumped out from the left and right, all of them with fierce looks, with their chests and stomachs exposed, and their faces full of ferocity.

Tang Sanzang was so frightened that he fell off his horse, trembling and begging for mercy: "The king spares his life!" The king spares his life! ”

The robbers laughed, "It turned out to be a monk!" ”

"Bad luck, bad luck! The door opened unfavorably today, but I bumped into a bald monk. ”

The leader of the robbers was bored, and shouted:

"That monk, I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, if you want to live from here, leave to buy road wealth!"

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and said tremblingly:

"So that the king knows that the poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to learn the scriptures. Since farewell to Chang'an, it has been a few years, even some of the entanglement is now exhausted, this way, all rely on fasting to live, there is really no money, please also ask the king to facilitate one, let me go! ”

"What a thief!" The two robber leaders sneered: "We have been robbing houses here, and we don't know how many years we have been doing it, how can there be a reason to make a move without profit?" If you have no money, take off your clothes, leave the white horse, and let you go. ”

Tang Sanzang wept and said:

"Amitabha! The poor monk's clothes are made of cloth by the east and needles by the west, and the weather is cold, if you take it away, won't it make me move to the side of the road? This kind of behavior is not the work of a hero, you can only be a good man in this life, and you will be reincarnated as a beast in the next life! ”

Therefore, this Tang Sanzang is really not a wise person, if the three apprentices are around, it will be fine, there is no one around at the moment, and he dares to say such a thing, is it really hard in your head?

Sure enough, when the thief heard this, he was furious, picked up his stick, and stepped forward to hit him on the head.

Tang Sanzang trembled, but he was so frightened that he even said a word: "Two kings, do it slowly!" I have an apprentice who will arrive in a few moments, and he has a few taels of silver on him, so spare me. ”

"Hey, I just said that I don't have anything to grow, how can you have silver on your disciples?" The thief sneered and said, "This monk is also an insincere, tie him up first, if he is not honest, he will be whipped directly in the face." ”

A group of minions listened to the order, squeezed up, tied Tang Sanzang with a rope, and hung him on a tree without mentioning it.

The next thing was as it had happened before, Wukong and the three of them caught up and saw Tang Sanzang tied to a tree swinging, all of them were giggling and not in shape.

Or Wukong transformed into a little monk, twenty-eight years old, with a blue cloth burden on his shoulder. Drag the step away, come to the front, and rescue the master.

But at this time, the gang of robbers who were lying in ambush next to him jumped out, and the routine was another incision of "I opened this road, I planted this tree, if you want to pass from here, leave to buy road wealth", and then glared and said:

"That little monk! Get the money out! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will have to add another revenant soul under the knife! ”

Wukong was not annoyed, and grinned: "I have some silver in my hand, you can look at it." ”

As he spoke, he opened the package, and there were some stones and branches inside, but Wukong had cast a trick on him, where could these robbers see clearly?

Immediately a swarm of bees snatched it, and the laughter was unbearable.

"Creation and creation! Today is a big deal! Brothers, drink with me! ”

As he spoke, he was about to leave, but at this time, Wukong came to him and said loudly: "Wait! ”

"Huh? If you don't save your master, get out of here, what's the matter? One of the thieves spoke.

Wukong grinned and said, "Divide some of the money you robbed in the past." ”

The robbers were stunned, then furious, and struck with sticks.

"You monk doesn't know how to do it! Look, look, fight! ”

"It's amazing, this monk has such a hard head!"

"Didn't you practice some iron head skills?"

Wukong jumped away, making a frightened gesture, "Don't fight and don't fight, I still have a treasure here, so I'll give it to you." ”

"Huh, baby?" The gang of robbers was overjoyed, and hurriedly came up, "Take it out, take it out!" ”

"Don't worry, I'll show you here." Wukong smiled, took out an embroidery needle from his ear, and blew it gently, "Change!" ”

I saw that the golden hoop rod grew in the wind, shining with golden light.

The robbers were overjoyed and hurried to hug them, but where could they take them?

On the contrary, the golden hoop stick became bigger and bigger, and finally it was four or five zhang long, and it was pressed down, and a group of robbers who bluffed were colorless, and they were scattered as birds and beasts, but there was a bad leg and foot, and he was a step slower, and was smashed directly on the head by the stick, and when he landed, his face was full of peach blossoms, and only the air was out but not in.

"Don't go, don't go!"

"You plague chickens that have burned their brains, eat my grandson again!"