The Xitian funeral group is finally the fateful Wuzhuang Guan encounter.

Both sides have been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

In the sky, a golden cloud appeared above Fahai's head, and in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple was a black oppressive sky, the golden Buddha cloud and the dark dark cloud collided together, and a magnificent mushroom cloud emerged, which was like the opening of a large area.

"Everyone's here?"

"We have one less pig, what about you?"

"We have one less Wuzhuang Guan Lord Zhen Yuanzi!"

"That's good, everybody has one less, that's fair. ”

Wuzhuang Guan two Dao Tong washed out of the strong qi waves, visible to the naked eye Xianmen Dao Qi waves hit the sky one after another, this undisguised god cultivation seems to tell Fahai all the time, we are the immortal masters of the gods, although I have lied countless times at the beginning of the day, but in this regard, I really haven't lied.

Fahai held the golden bowl in one hand and the nine-ring tin staff in the other, looking at the breeze and bright moon in front of him.

To be honest, there is still a big gap between the appearance of these two people and the original impression of the breeze and bright moon in Fahai's heart.

In Fahai's impression, the genuine appearance of Qingfeng Mingyue should be that kind of fairy Daomen Xuantong, and the blackened version should be the kind of belly black city mansion with thousands of calculations, but I didn't expect that the temperament is so mediocre, and the appearance is so freewheeling, are you really Qingfeng Mingyue? Why does the poor monk feel that he has come to a fake Wuzhuang view?

A round face, a long-faced Taoist boy, the figure with a round face grows horizontally, but it is very flexible, giving people the illusion that this kind of fat is not on him.

The one with the long face was hung in and out, with a face facing the sky, as if Fahai owed him ten taels of silver.

As for the Wuzhuang Temple behind them, Fahai took a look, there was an enchantment in front of the Wuzhuang Temple, and at first glance it was a deep mountain and old forest, and it was not clear what it looked like for the time being.

At this moment, the round-faced Daotong stepped forward, coughing, with a Liang's daughter's country-style official tone, "The mage is from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and he kills gods when he meets gods, kills immortals when he meets immortals, and people love him, and he worships ghosts and ghosts, and he is the master of Jinshan Temple, the first time we meet, please ......advise me more."

On the other side, the young man with the second temperament in the thin face squeezed forward, "Don't give him nonsense, go straight to the program!"

The round-faced Daotong Bai Yue said helplessly, "The holy monk came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, burned and looted all the way, and wanted to get a lot of treasures, our accommodation in Wuzhuang Temple is not cheap, and the labor cost is very expensive, as well as props, lighting, sound, stand-ins, extras, these are all money, so in order to make the next eighty-one difficulties can be carried out smoothly, I hope that the holy monk can pay the budget in the early stage." ”

Fahai listened to the words of the two, and said with a kind smile, "The poor monk knows that the two donors are not good people, but we are also taking the Western Scriptures, can we go through the motions first, let us enter the Wuzhuang Temple to eat and drink, and then settle the account!"

Sun Wukong also said, "That's right, at least we will score one ginseng fruit for each person!"

Xiao Bailong said angrily, "To be honest, my third prince Long was born in the West Sea, and he doesn't look down on the broken fruits of your family, but he is on business, and he must have a sense of ritual and thoughtfulness when he travels to the west, so please bring me some fruits." ”

Only the sand monk stood in place, his eyes dripping and dripping, not knowing what he was thinking.

The little white dragon pushed the sand monk, "It's time for you to speak!"

"Ah!" Sha Seng came back to his senses, "You don't give the fruit, just ask for money, what is the difference between you and my master by doing this!!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was a little quiet, and even Sun Wukong, who was known as the king of Monkey King's pick-up, didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, Fahai has extremely high wisdom, glanced at Sha Seng kindly, and said with a smile, "Wujing was just too nervous and said the wrong thing." ”

Sha Seng looked at Fahai and said loudly, "Do you think you know me well?"

As soon as these words came out, Fahai's face froze.

Xiao Bailong took Sha Seng's hand, "Senior brother, calm down, don't go against the master at this time, you are not the master's opponent!"

Sha Seng pointed to Fahai Dao, "You are also worthy of being my master? My master is Tang Sanfu, the violent maniac who punched through the Journey to the West, not you who pretend all day long, with invincible qualifications and lie down every day to be lazy and want to pass the test, you look like you are standing on the moral high ground and shit and talking about others all day long, it is really ugly, if this is the Dharma in your mouth, then this Western Scripture will not go." ”

Fahai looked at Sha Seng, "Is there anything else?"

Sha Seng said, "You are hypocritical! On the surface, the killing is decisive, but in the heart of those women dare not love, dare not hate, for their father to hide around, met his own mother-in-law's house, glanced at the door, said that you don't want to disturb, in fact, you are cowardly, you hurriedly escaped from the mountain and sea realm, on the surface it is your own surprise attack on the fairy world, but in fact, your words and deeds have long been observed by the hydra, you are just a surprise attack on yourself, the candle dragon is waiting for you in Zhongshan, and you dare not go, what are you afraid of, tell me Fahai, you are still the Buddha world, the invincible holy monk who looks down on the world？”

Speaking of which, the tip of the sand monk's nose was almost the tip of Fahai's nose together, and the Buddha clouds and dark clouds in the sky gathered together, and the demon wind blew up the monk's robe around Fahai, the robe hunted and hunted, and the Buddha beads on the neck flew with the wind, and the whole scene became extremely serious.

Sun Wukong's immortal voice entered the secret, "Xiaobai, is Lao Sha too high, why is he in opposition to the master now?"

The little white dragon said in a low voice, "This, I, I don't know very well, maybe the answer is wrong! Do you want to interrupt him?"

"No!" said the monkey, "let him make the bald man completely angry, I want to see how powerful the bald man is at the limit of anger!"

Sha Seng looked at Fahai who was close at hand, there was no fear on his cheeks, his eyes were full of playful provocation, and his black hair flew to the sky, "Do you know why I am the only one in the Journey to the West group with hair?"

"Why?"

"Because!" Sha Seng said, "My head is the hardest, even if it is your master Tang Sanburi, he will admit it personally, he can't shave me, do you think you can deal with me?"

Fahai's eyes narrowed, "Give it a try, you always know!"

The monkey looked at this and subconsciously said, "Run!"

The white dragon horse took the monkey and ran away.

On the other side, Bai Yue and Wang Fugui were a little at a loss, how could this Western Heaven Scripture Learning Group start fighting while talking, this is not according to the routine at all!

Is it acting?

No, it's not right, such a scolding method of digging up ancestral graves, the cost of acting is too great, and this actor who learns from the West is also sincere!

Just then, everyone saw a meteor appear.

The golden meteor exploded from the monk's fist, and then exploded, and behind the clear wind and bright moon, the vast ancient forest enchantment was almost destroyed and decayed under the powerful golden light flame, turning into nothingness.