Who knew that Liu Menglong hadn't finished speaking, and Sun Wukong, who had defeated the Buddha, had already swaggered around.

"Not bad...... not big, not too small, just ......!"

Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the Pure Altar, saw that the Buddha was swaggering back and forth in the clothes he had transformed, and he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

"You plagued Bi Ma Wen didn't question my old pig's flying needle threading skills just now, how can you applaud ...... now!"

When Sun Wukong heard this, he couldn't help but step forward and pick up Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the pure altar.

"It's not that my grandson has to question Bajie's skill in flying needle and threading, but presumably Bajie you also know that we went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures hundreds of years ago......!"

Before the words of Nadou to defeat the Buddha were finished, the pure altar messenger Zhu Bajie had already complained.

"What you said about the plague-stricken Bi Ma Wen is really not the mouth of the donkey, although we went to the west to learn the scriptures, but it happened hundreds of years ago, but what does this have to do with my old pig's flying needle and threading skills......

When Sun Wukong heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Bajie, don't be in a hurry, it's not too late to listen to my grandson's words before making a calculation, if Bajie's skill in flying needles and threads really has nothing to do with the fact that we have gone to the west to learn scriptures for hundreds of years, then my grandson will not mention this......!"

When Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the Pure Altar, heard this, he was impatient again

"What does it have to do with your plague-stricken Bi Ma Wen and my old pig's nonsense, you plagued Bi Ma Wen is quick to say it! If you, the plague-stricken Bi Ma Wen, can say it, if you, the plague-stricken Bi Ma Wen, can't say it, then my old pig and you, the plague-stricken Bi Ma Wen, are ......not finished!"

"Okay......! Since Bajie you are so anxious, then my grandson will no longer go around the bend! My grandson is not afraid that Bajie, you have not touched the flying needle after so many years since you learned the scriptures, and the craftsmanship of the flying needle will be unfamiliar, so I will say this to inspire Bajie, you play the ...... of the flying needle and the skill of the wire!"

When Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the Pure Altar, heard this, he couldn't help but open his long pig's mouth and burst into laughter.

"It turns out that you, the plagued Bi Ma Wen, are worried that after so many years, my old pig will be unfamiliar with the craftsmanship of this flying needle, so I will say this to motivate the old pig to play the skill of this flying needle, but your plagued Bi Ma Wen's worry is superfluous, because not to mention that it is just a few hundred years is tens of thousands of years, my old pig will not be unfamiliar with the craft of this flying needle, if my old pig is really unfamiliar with the craft of this flying needle, then now the clothes on your plagued Bi Ma Wen are ...... and explained!"

When Sun Wukong, who defeated the Buddha in that fight, heard this, he couldn't help but smile and stretched out his hand to pat the shoulder of Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the Pure Altar.

"Now that my grandson is wearing the clothes that Bajie you have transformed, I know that my grandson's previous worries are superfluous, since after so many years, Bajie's skills in flying needles and threads are not unfamiliar at all, so Bajie will not change the clothes of the Taibai old man while the iron is hot......!"

As soon as Sun Wukong's voice fell, the Heavenly Court Immortal Envoy Tai Bai Xing shook at Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the Pure Altar.

"What the Buddha said is extremely true, since after so many years, the craftsmanship of the Pure Altar Messenger is not unfamiliar at all, then the Pure Altar Messenger can only change the clothes that the little envoy needs while the iron is hot, thank you here......!"

The pure altar messenger Zhu Bajie couldn't help but reach out and pat his chest after defeating the Buddha Sun Wukong and the Heavenly Court Immortal Envoy Tai Bai Xing.

"Since you, the old man who is too white, look up to my old pig so much, then this matter should only be wrapped up in my old pig's body......!"

Between the words, the messenger of the Pure Altar, Zhu Bajie, had already grabbed the ruler he had put down earlier and measured another piece of clothing on the table.

With a burst of "......click!", the sound of scissors rattling and a burst of flying needles followed, the Pure Altar Envoy couldn't help but pick up the clothes in front of him and throw it at the Heavenly Court Immortal Envoy Tai Bai Xing.

"It's done, the old man just has to give it a try......

Seeing this, the Heavenly Court Immortal Envoy Tai Bai Xing hurriedly reached out and took the clothes thrown by the Pure Altar Messenger Zhu Bajie.

When the Heavenly Court Immortal made Tai Bai Xing put on the clothes thrown by the messenger of the Pure Altar, Zhu Bajie, the Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong and Liu Menglong on the side unconsciously clapped their hands together.

"It's really not big, it's not too small, it's just ......!"

Just when Na Dou defeated the Buddha Sun Wukong and Liu Menglong clapped their hands, the court's gossip had already been waved at the pure altar messenger Zhu Bajie again.

"The little envoy can get such a fitting dress because of the unique skill of the messenger of the Pure Altar to fly the needle and walk the thread, and the little envoy is grateful to ...... here!"

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the pure altar, hurriedly returned the salute.

"What a trivial matter, the old man doesn't have to be polite! I have long said that this is just a little sesame mung bean trivial matter but there is no need to make a fuss, but you don't believe it one by one, and now this clothes and my old pig can be regarded as a good transformation for you, this time my old pig can finally fill his stomach well...... right!"

Between the words, the pure altar messenger Zhu Bajie couldn't help but walk towards the food on the side.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Court Immortal Envoy Tai Bai Xing couldn't help but rush forward to stop the Pure Altar Messenger Zhu Bajie.

"The messenger of the pure altar is slow, although the messenger of the pure altar has completed the transformation of the clothes for the small envoy and the victory of the Buddha, but the messenger of the pure altar has not yet transformed your own clothes, and it is not too late to see the messenger of the pure altar to transform his clothes first and then eat......!"

When the Pure Altar Messenger Zhu Bajie heard the words of the Heavenly Court Immortal Envoy Tai Bai Xing, he couldn't help but reach out and pat his pig's face.

"I didn't expect my old pig to only care about you, but the old man and my monkey brother forgot about themselves, in this case, then my old pig just struck while the iron was hot and handled his clothes together, Wu Na Liu Menglong boy, what are you still doing in a daze, this time you don't quickly ask your disciples to measure the size of the clothes on my old pig, and when will you ......!"

When Liu Menglong on the side heard this, he couldn't help but wave his hand at the disciple behind him.

"Since the Pure Altar Messenger has spoken, then you just need to measure the clothes on the Pure Altar Messenger and record the ...... clearly!"

When the disciples behind Liu Menglong heard this, two of them hurriedly took a ruler and pen and ink and walked towards Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the Pure Altar.

When Xuanji sent a disciple to measure the size of the clothes on his body for the pure altar messenger Zhu Bajie and recorded them on paper, he didn't feel the sound of a rooster crowing.

The Monkey King who defeated the Buddha heard the sound of the rooster and couldn't help sighing.

"Why is it only three or two delays, and it is delayed until dawn......!"