Sun Wukong and the others simply cleaned up and were just about to get up and set off, but at this time, Sun Wukong suddenly shouted: "It's not right!"

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" the sand monk wondered.

"The third prince and us are only separated by a wall, and there was such a big commotion here just now, why didn't he come over?" Sun Wukong said.

After saying this, he went through the wall to the next door.

Yang Jian and Sha Seng followed.

Next door.

Nezha lay on the bed and fell asleep peacefully, his breathing was very even, and if he listened carefully, there were bursts of faint snoring.

"Could it be that the third prince has been sleeping, and he hasn't woken up at all during this time?" Sun Wukong thought to himself. At the same time, he also walked to Nezha's couch.

"Huh??" At this time, Sun Wukong suddenly discovered one thing, that is............ Nezha's face was bruised!

Sun Wukong clearly remembered that before Nezha went to sleep, there was nothing on his face, but in just an hour, why did there be an extra bruise on his face?

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" the sand monk walked over and asked in a low voice.

Sun Wukong did not answer, but went through the wall again and went next door.

Next door.

The room was as clean as new, and Zhu Bajie was lying flat on the couch, not moving.

The sound of his breathing was particularly weak, and if he didn't listen carefully, Sun Wukong would even think that he had lost his breath.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" the sand monk also came over.

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "It's okay, maybe Lao Sun is too worried." ”

"Hidden!" Sun Wukong blew at Zhu Bajie, and the latter disappeared immediately.

Without waiting for Sha Seng to speak, Sun Wukong continued: "Senior Brother Sha, without further ado, let's go to Jiebi Mountain." ”

"Then, should we call the third prince?" asked Sha Seng again.

"The third prince has just woken up, and now he is asleep again, so let him rest well. Sun Wukong said.

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Xie Bi Mountain.

It's a very low mountain, or rather, it's not a mountain at all.

Because it's not as tall as Monkey King.

A small hill popped up on the potholed dirt road, and three small characters were written on it: Xie Bi Mountain.

Those three words are simply too small, so small that the human eye can no longer see clearly, but fortunately, Sun Wukong has fiery eyes, and his fiery eyes can recognize all things in heaven and earth, and in the same way, all things in heaven and earth can be infinitely magnified.

"This is Xie Bi Mountain?" Sun Wukong looked at the mountain that was shorter than him, and asked Lu Zhuangyuan suspiciously.

"Yes. Lu Zhuangyuan nodded, his stomach had been bandaged and his hands had grown back, but he had lost his mana forever.

"Xie Bi Mountain is such a small hill, where are the five clay pots?" asked the sand monk.

"This ............" Lu Zhuangyuan was speechless for a while, and he also looked puzzled.

"Monster, are you deliberately deceiving my old grandson?Where are those five clay pots?" Sun Wukong grabbed Lu Zhuangyuan's neck and asked angrily.

"Don't dare. Lu Zhuangyuan shook his head again and again and said: "The next time I came, this Xie Bi Mountain was still towering into the clouds, and the five clay pots were on the top of Xie Bi Mountain, but now ............."

Speaking of this, Lu Zhuangyuan lowered his head.

Sun Wukong let go of Lu Zhuangyuan's neck.

Lu Zhuangyuan didn't dare to lie to Sun Wukong, and there was no need to lie to Sun Wukong, but if what he said was true, then why did Xie Bi Mountain become a small hill less than five feet?

Just when Sun Wukong was confused, the ground under his feet suddenly shook, and then, a big mountain emerged from the ground, and the small hill in front of him turned into a towering mountain.

"Good guy, I didn't think there was something interesting about this Jiebi Mountain. Sun Wukong covered his head with his hands and kept blinking his eyes, observing the towering mountain in front of him.

The top of Xie Bi Mountain has been inserted into the ghost fire in the sky, at first glance, it seems that there are ghost fires floating on the top of the mountain, under the reflection of the blue ghost fire, Xie Bi Mountain also exudes a gloomy and strange atmosphere.

"Senior brother, let's go up. Without waiting for Sun Wukong to speak, the sand monk flew towards the mountain.

But in the next second, the sand monk fell straight down.

With a "bang", the whole person of Sha Seng slapped on the ground.

"Senior Brother Sha, are you okay?" Sun Wukong helped Sha Seng up.

Yang Jian walked over and patted Sha Seng on the shoulder, revealing a puzzled expression, as if asking, "Golden Arhat, what's going on?"

"Senior brother, Erlang Zhenjun, there is a force on this mountain. Sha Seng rubbed his back and said.

"A force, what force?" asked Sun Wukong.

"I had just taken off and I felt a strong force in my head, and this force was blocking me, and I ............ I just can't fly. Sha Seng said with annoyance.

"Senior Brother Sha, Erlang Zhenjun, wait for my grandson to give it a try. After saying the word "try", Sun Wukong had already flown up.

But only two seconds later, Sun Wukong also fell straight from the air, but he did a somersault, stood firm in the air, and fell to the ground smoothly.

"Senior brother, how are you?" asked the sand monk.

"There is really a force on this mountain, and my grandson can't fly up. Sun Wukong said.

At this time, Sun Wukong suddenly looked at Lu Zhuangyuan and asked, "When you came, was it the same way?"

But Lu Zhuangyuan shook his head: "When I came down, I didn't encounter the force you said. ”

"Senior brother, what should we do then?" asked the sand monk anxiously.

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his head and thought for a long time, but in the end he could only shake his head: "It seems that we can only go up step by step." ”

Yang Jian frowned, and handed over a piece of paper, which read: "Great Sage, such a high mountain, if you walk step by step, I am afraid that you will not be able to reach the top of the mountain for three days and three nights." ”

"Erlang Zhenjun, but there is no other way. Sun Wukong said.

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The mountain is very high, the mountain road is particularly rugged, and there is no light in the mountain - the light of the ghost fire in the sky seems to have been swallowed by something, and the entire mountain is pitch black.

Sun Wukong walked in the front with a torch, Yang Jian and Lu Zhuangyuan walked in the middle, and Sha Seng walked in the back.

It was very quiet on the mountain, and there was not even the sound of the wind.

The four of them have been walking for an hour, but they have only walked four or five miles, just because this mountain road is too rugged and difficult to walk.

No one spoke for an hour—and they didn't know what to say. Sometimes silence not only saves energy, but also improves concentration.

It was a long, difficult journey, but they had to do it.

After another stick of incense, only to hear the sound of "plop", Sun Wukong quickly turned around. I saw that Lu Zhuangyuan fell to the ground, his hands were on the ground, and he was already injured and bleeding.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the sand monk as he stepped forward.

"Big ............ The Great Sage, under the loss of mana, he really can't walk. Lu Zhuangyuan wiped the mud and sand off the wound and said breathlessly.

"Senior brother, if we continue like this, we haven't reached the top of the mountain yet, I'm afraid we're already exhausted. The sand monk wiped the sweat from his neck.

Yang Jian kept fanning the wind with his hands, and his sweat was no less than that of Sha Seng.

"Yes, Great Sage, let's ............ Let's take a break. Lu Zhuangyuan's voice became smaller and smaller, and he didn't dare to look into Sun Wukong's eyes when he said this.

Sun Wukong looked at the peaks that couldn't be seen, and then at the sand monks and Yang Jian who were physically exhausted, nodded lightly and said, "Okay, then let's rest for a while." ”

After saying this, Sun Wukong sat down cross-legged and began to meditate and breathe.

Actually, walking is not tiring, but walking continuously is different. What's more, the road to the top of the mountain is bumpy, and if you are not careful, you will fall down the mountain.

Sun Wukong is an immortal, even if he falls from a height of 10,000 meters, he will be fine. However, if he falls down the mountain, he will have to climb the mountain again from the bottom of the mountain, and in this way, he will never reach the top of the mountain.

Sun Wukong was meditating, but suddenly an extremely weak voice came into his ears.

His closed eyes snapped open!

He looked back and saw that the other three were either closing their eyes or meditating on pranayama, and they didn't seem to hear the voice.

Perhaps, he misheard?

After all, being in an extremely quiet environment for a long time can easily cause people to get nervous, and when they are nervous, auditory hallucinations will occur.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes again.

But the voice came again the moment he closed his eyes.

Sun Wukong sat up suddenly.

Sha Seng and Yang Jian also opened their eyes when they heard the sound of Sun Wukong getting up.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Sha Seng looked at Sun Wukong, who had a vigilant face, and asked in surprise.

"Senior Brother Sha, Erlang Zhenjun, did you hear any sound?" asked Sun Wukong.

While saying this, Sun Wukong had been observing the situation around him.

"Voice?" Sha Seng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Senior brother, could you have heard it wrong?"

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian again, but the latter also shook his head, as if to say, "Great Sage, I didn't hear any sound. ”

"This is really weird, is it really that Lao Sun heard it wrong?" Sun Wukong scratched the back of his hand, his eyes kept rolling.

But then the voice came again, this time louder and louder than the first two.

"Senior Brother Sha, Erlang Zhenjun, did you hear that?" asked Sun Wukong.

But Yang Jian and Sha Seng still shook their heads.

"Why? You haven't heard it yet?" asked Sun Wukong in surprise.

"Senior brother, what did you hear?" asked the sand monk.

"My old grandson heard it............" Sun Wukong just wanted to say, but he didn't know how to describe the voice.

The voice seemed to be there and nothing, illusory and ethereal. Now Sun Wukong can't help but wonder if that voice exists.

But at this time, he suddenly found a problem, that is............ Lu Zhuangyuan is gone!