Wang Chu was very curious about what this holy son named Wukong did to Han Jing to make Han Jing look like this.

But no matter how Wang Chu asked, Han Jing didn't say a word more.

But looking at Han Jing's expression, he knew that it must be an interesting story.

Hum! The truth will never be buried, sooner or later, I will find the answer, Wang Chu said silently in his heart.

Together with Han Jing, the two came to the front hall after a while.

Wang Chu cautiously glanced inside, and then relieved himself.

Dugu Feng was still wearing Qiu Yishui's face, and he did not show his true face, so Wang Chu boldly walked into the front hall.

At the top of the antechamber, a scruffy old man sat on a chair.

The old man had a handful of goat's mustache, his body was slightly fat, he was wearing only a sweatshirt and a pair of patched black pants, the pants were wide and short, revealing an equally dark calf, and a pair of slippers of the same style as the Fire Cloud Evil God under his feet, his eyes looked dim, and the whole person felt like an ordinary farmer.

If Han Jing hadn't run over directly and called his grandfather, Wang Chu would never have believed that this goat old man was Han Chengxu, who was the number one in the world.

"Grandpa, grandpa, this is my friend and my friend Wang Chu." Han Jing ran to the number one goat in the world, no! Han Chengxu said next to him.

At this time, Han Chengxu seemed to have discovered Wang Chu.

"Oh! Xiaojing's friend, come here, let me take a good look! The old goat man said with a smile.

Wang Chu stepped forward and bowed his hand, and said respectfully: "Junior Wang Chu, I have seen the mountain... Han old-timers. ”

I'll go! I almost said what was in my heart.

But even if he only said one word, even if Wang Chu changed it in time, how could he not hear it clearly as the existence of the world's number one master.

I saw Han Chengxu staring straight at Wang Chu with his eyes, although he didn't speak, but Wang Chu understood the meaning in his eyes: "You just wanted to talk about the old man of the goat!" ”

Wang Chu responded with his eyes: "How is it possible, the seniors must have heard it wrong!" ”

Han Chengxu fought back: "Impossible, the physiognomy on your face has betrayed you!" ”

Wang Chu: "Physiognomy? Could it be that the predecessors still know physiognomy? ”

Han Chengxu's eyes revealed smugness: "What's so difficult about a little physiognomy, but I won't!" ”

Wang Chu: "If you don't pay it back, you still beep hair, then you wronged me!" ”

Han Chengxu: "I'm not wronged, this is intuition!" ”

"Seniors talk about evidence, but intuition can't be counted."

"The old man acts, no evidence is needed!"

"Seniors, don't deceive people too much!"

"I'm going to lie to you today!" Han Sung-wook's eyes grew bigger and bigger.

"Master is not powerful, when I am a sick cat!" Wang Chu's eyes also got bigger and bigger.

The front hall was silent for a while, and the needle drop could be heard, only the two people's eye-killing magic skills were running silently.

After a long time, a middle-aged man next to the old man said helplessly: "Dad, it's time to eat." ”

Hearing this, Han Chengxu took the lead in retracting his gaze: "Ah! Eat, walk, don't stand stupidly. ”

As he spoke, he stood up and waved to the crowd.

Before leaving, he gave Wang Chu another look: "Little guy, you wait, I'll clean you up later!" ”

Wang Chu also responded with his eyes: "The master is always with you!" ”

Walking out of the hall, Han Jing stepped forward and whispered to Wang Chu: "Brother Chu, amazing, it's the first time in the past ten years that I have seen someone who dares to look at the old man for so long." ”

Wang Chu, who had drawn the first person in the world, was a little swollen at this time: "That's, don't you look at who I am!" ”

Han Jing hurriedly said: "Brother Chu, don't get me wrong, I'm not praising you, I just admire people who can die by themselves." ”

"To die? What do you mean? Wang Chu asked.

"Brother Chu, didn't anyone tell you that when you see my grandfather, don't look at him?" Han Jing said in surprise.

"Can't look at each other? What the heck! Wang Chu was even more confused.

"Alas! Brother Chu, I can only tell you that ten years ago, there was a person who dared to do this, and now the grave grass is three feet high, you can understand it yourself, and I will advise you again, it is still too late to leave Taixu Sword City! Han Jing had a dead expression on his face.

Wang Chu was angry in his heart, and he had an ominous premonition.

At this time, Dugu Feng also stepped forward: "Brother Chu, farewell to Chang'an City, I haven't seen you for many days, it's good lately!" ”

Wang Chu didn't want to get close to Dugu Feng very much, and said perfunctorily: "It's not bad, your injuries have healed?" ”

Dugu Feng's face is black, my injury has been cured in Chang'an City, you don't know, even if you are perfunctory, you should be serious, okay.

However, Dugu Feng still said: "Brother Chu, Han Jing's proposal just now is very good, for the sake of saving your life, I also remind you, run away!" ”

Wang Chu became more and more difficult to understand: "Is it so terrible!" ”

"Amitabha, the little monk Wukong has seen Shi Zhu!" A little monk also came up.

Wait a minute! You're talking about giving pigs, not donors! Don't think that if you say it fast, I didn't understand!

The difference between the pig and the Lord is huge!

Wang Chu's face also darkened!

Seeing that Wang Chu didn't speak, the little monk continued: "The first time we met, I saw that Shi Zhu and my Buddha have a fate, and the little monk has a mantra here, and I will send it to Shi Zhu today, hoping to help Shi Zhu!" ”

After speaking, the little monk Wukong took out a scripture book and stuffed it into Wang Chu's hand.

Definitely a pig! I said it three times, you and I am deaf! Wang Chu is already crazy!

And what the hell is the afterlife curse, what do you hope it can help, you curse me, right? Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you right now!

Wang Chu has the heart to kill.

"That's right, donor, the little monk has some other business in Dalun Temple, if necessary, the donor can contact the little monk at any time" said Wukong, the little monk took out a small note similar to a business card and handed it to Wang Chu, and then walked away.

He definitely deliberately made a mistake just now, but now that he is promoting his business, he immediately changed his words, Wang Chu now understands a little why Han Jing mentioned Wukong with such an expression.

However, he thought everything too simply, and when Wang Chu looked down and saw the note in his hand, he realized that this little monk's pit was just a drop in the iceberg!

Every inch of one side is heaven, every incense and paper are shared, every flower and grass are watched, one wine and one song are comforted and peaceful, one stroke and one painting writes sadness, every bit of it is remembered, every word and deed inherits the will, and it will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

The aftermath service department of the Great Wheel Temple, the best choice after your death, I wish you a surplus, and the west is no longer a dream.

Contact: The little monk of Wukong, the son of the Great Wheel.

Contact: Suifate.

The first half looked okay, but when I saw that Wang Chu's face was already black and purple!

"Little monk, stop me, I want to kill you, I must kill you!" ”