"Monkey, sometimes I want to pull your head off and wash it well. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Tang Seng looked at Sun Wukong's eyes full of unhappiness.

"I didn't expect your taste to be so heavy, monk, you can even get your hands on monsters, it seems that compared to me, you seem to be even less human. Sun Wukong said sarcastically, "It's still because I've been a monk for too many years, so I'm hungry." ”

When the white bone spirit heard Sun Wukong's words, he felt that he had no strength in his body, if he hadn't been pulled by Tang Seng, it is estimated that she would have collapsed on the ground.

"Stinky monkey, don't speak if you can't speak human words, don't talk about it, the province is not like the four things you learn. ”

"Monk, do you want to fight?"

"If you can put anything into a fist, you'll just be a monkey. Tang Seng sneered.

Sun Wukong slowly lowered his fist raised high towards Tang Seng, and then slammed it on Meng Po's table.

The table cracked in response, and the cups of Meng Po soup that had been placed on the table spilled on the ground, squirming on the ground and disappearing.

"If you have something to say, just say it, what kind of quarrel? Meng Po sighed, bent down and tried to pick up the spoon used to hold the soup.

"The holy monk said that he was hungry and thirsty in the flesh, not that he wanted to do that with a woman, but..."

"Alright, don't say any more. Tang Seng interrupted the white bone spirit's words, "Didn't you promise me that no one would tell me about this matter." ”

"But he's not human, he's your apprentice, they should know this. The White Bone Spirit said.

"Apprentice, heh, I can't complain. Tang Seng was deflated, and his voice was much weaker.

"What the hell is it?" Sun Wukong looked at the white bone spirit.

"The hunger and thirst in the mouth of the holy monk comes from the love of others. The white bone spirit looked into Sun Wukong's eyes and said.

"The more a person knows, the less he knows what he really wants, which is also the source of tragedy, and in the end, in the face of death, he finds that he has not loved the world, nor has he been loved by the world. ”

"Cut, the most important thing this monk lacks is love, aren't all the goblins along the way looking at him like seeing a treasure, all of them want to put him in their own pot and steam it fragrantly, isn't this love enough. ”

"The holy monk has been since he was a child..."

"Enough is enough. Tang Seng stretched out his hand to block in front of the white bone spirit, "Even if you say more, this monkey will not have any comprehension, he only has violence and killing in his mind, how can he know what love is." ”

After Sun Wukong heard Tang Seng's words, he suddenly became furious, and directly knocked Tang Seng to the ground with a fist.

Tang Seng tried to stand up with his hands, but he didn't succeed, and he barely got up from the ground with the help of the white bone spirit.

"Well played. Tang Seng smiled.

"Why do you rely on your own impression to define others, why do you think you know everyone, why do you think you are a head taller than anyone else!" Sun Wukong hit Tang Seng with three fists, and Tang Seng's already slightly thin shadow became more transparent.

"But what I say is always right, doesn't your actions just confirm my words, you monkey who only knows how to kill. Tang Seng forced this sentence out of his mouth.

The expression on Sun Wukong's face was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: "You want to borrow my hand to get liberation, but it's not so easy, I don't know what happens after the soul is annihilated, but I know that if I revive you, it will be the best punishment for you, an arrogant maniac." ”

Sun Wukong stretched out his hand as he spoke, grabbed Tang Seng's almost transparent body, and ran to the Hall of the Dead Yama King, and the white bone spirit, who was startled by Sun Wukong's actions, hurriedly followed.

By the time the white bone spirit chased him to the Hades Palace, Sun Wukong had already reshaped Tang Seng into a body.

A body made of clay.

Sun Wukong stuffed Tang Seng's soul into the dirty-looking flesh, and then used a spell to bring Tang Seng back to life.

"You pride yourself on being noble, but I want you to live as dirty as dirt, so that you will be disgusted with yourself all the time, and you will never be able to keep yourself clean, which is the greatest punishment for you. Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng who raised his hands and feet and said coldly.

Tang Seng felt that his arm was a little heavy, so he shook it vigorously.

"The dirtiest soil in this world looks the most beautiful, but it is the origin that can give birth to all things, maybe human beings are made of these dirty soil, human beings are not goods, noble and lowly can not be seen from the materials used, you can really see whether a person is good or bad, noble or lowly, you never go, and dare not look at your own heart. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, could it be that you don't hate your current body at all?" Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng and said.

"Yes, I love it, using clay for my body, in a sense, I am the origin of this world. ”

"Don't talk big, it's obviously just a stinky monk who can only play tricks!" Sun Wukong glared at Tang Seng, "I don't believe it, with your almost clean character, you won't hate the body made of clay, hum, I see that you hate what you hate now and want to die, but you just think you don't want me to feel good so you force a smile." ”

"What does it matter to me whether you believe it or not, and what does it matter to you whether I am happy or not?" Tang Seng smiled.

Seeing that Sun Wukong wanted to get angry again, Bai Gujing hurriedly occupied Tang Seng's body and opened his hand to protect Tang Seng.

"Get out of the way. Sun Wukong said to the white bone spirit.

"If you promise me to speak well, I'll get out of the way. The White Bone Spirit shook his head slightly.

"You're not going to get out of the way, are you? A trace of desperation flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he raised his foot and kicked at the white bone spirit.

The white bone spirit was kicked by Sun Wukong for several meters, and rolled on the ground several times before slowly stopping.

Tang Seng glanced at Sun Wukong, slowly walked to the side of the white bone spirit, and helped her up.

"Holy monk... I.. I know your pain... Can.. But the Great Sage... The Great Sage... He also has his own pain... I.. I feel.. Apologize... It's not a one-person business. ”

Tang Seng lowered his head.

"He... He was... Once a good king... All the youkai led by him are... All proud of him... But.. But he's changed now... None of us knew him, he became stranger... I... I know.. Holy monk you... Can you help him..."

"I can't even help myself, so how can I help him. Tang Seng looked at the white bone spirit who closed his eyes, and felt as if an old rag had been stuffed into his heart, which made him uncomfortable.