Midnight.

The cold wind howled outside the thatched hut, and from time to time there was a dull thunder in the sky, and a storm was coming.

Inside a thatched house.

The scholar sat at the table, the red candlelight reflecting his face. The scholar sometimes lifted his pen, sometimes shook his head, and seemed to have some obscure "Book of Songs" in his hand.

On the bed, the village girl was asleep, so peaceful, so beautiful.

A gust ............of wind blew the door open, and the candle flame flickered, almost extinguished.

The scholar hurriedly got up, protected the candle flame with his hand, and gently closed the door.

"Childe. A voice came from behind him.

The scholar turned around, and the village girl had already opened her eyes, her face was red, her legs were curled up on the bed, the button around her neck was opened, her snow-white skin was exposed to the air, and her chest was slightly undulating............

Looking at the village girl, the scholar's face turned red, I don't know if it was because of the reflection of the candlelight, or for some other reason.

The scholar was fascinated for a while, and he was stunned there.

"Childe!"

"Huh?" The scholar came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Girl, how are you awake, is the wound still painful?"

Thanks to the child's care, the little girl's wound no longer hurts. The village girl smiled.

"Ah, that's good. The scholar scratched his head and smiled innocently.

"Childe, the little woman has been disturbed for a long time, causing a lot of inconvenience to the childe, I really can't bear to continue to disturb the childe, you and I will say goodbye, goodbye to the fate. After saying that, the village girl got up from the bed, but after taking a few steps, her center of gravity was unstable and she almost fell.

"Eh, girl, be careful. The scholar stepped forward and helped the village girl.

"Girl, it's getting late at this moment, and besides, your injuries haven't healed, so it's better to spend the night in the cold house. The scholar said.

The village girl's face suddenly turned red, she turned her head away, and whispered for a long time: "It's really inappropriate for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room, the little woman is afraid of ruining the reputation of the son............"

But before the village girl finished speaking, the scholar covered her mouth.

The two of them just looked at each other like this, for a second, two seconds............

Outside the thatched house.

The pouring rain beat the leaves, the thunder roared, and a dazzling bolt of lightning lit up the night sky.

Inside a thatched house.

The candles went out, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness............

Following.

The rain stopped, the sun came out, and the sun shone into the thatched hut.

Under the bed, there were the scholar's messy clothes. Bed ............ There was a transparent human skin, the skin was as thin as a cicada's wings, and its facial features were lifelike, and it looked exactly like a scholar when you looked closely............

Luojia Mountain.

Guanyin Bodhisattva was meditating on the lotus flower with his eyes closed, when suddenly, a golden light appeared.

"Master Guanyin. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly opened his eyes, and the person in front of him ............ It was Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian, and the Monkey King on his back was dying.

"Erlang Zhenjun, what's going on, what's wrong with Wukong?" asked Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Master Guanyin, the Buddha was injured by the white bone spirit and is in danger, please come to the rescue. Yang Jian said.

"Isn't it already dead?" asked Master Guanyin.

"This matter is a long story, please Guanyin Master immediately cast a spell to save him. ”

"Erlang Zhenjun, don't worry, let me take a look. With that, Guanyin Bodhisattva walked down the lotus platform and carefully observed Sun Wukong's wounds.

"Wukong's injury is very serious, you wait here, I'll come when I go. After speaking, Guanyin Bodhisattva stepped on the auspicious clouds and ran to the west.

Only Yang Jian and the injured Sun Wukong are left in the huge Luojia Mountain at the moment, and Yang Jian always has some inexplicable irritability in his heart, as if something bad is going to happen.

Huaguo Mountain, Water Curtain Cave.

"Second Senior Brother, Senior Brother has been gone for several hours, and Little White Dragon hasn't come back, something must have happened, let's go find them." Sha Wujing said.

"Why are you in a hurry, sit down and rest. Zhu Bajie still looked lazy, he picked up the banana on the table, peeled it, and ate half of it in one bite.

"Second Senior Brother, are you going or not?"

"What can happen to that monkey!"

In the middle of the quarrel, the little white dragon returned.

"Little White Dragon. As soon as he saw the little white dragon, Sha Wujing hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is it, have you found the senior brother?"

With a sad look on the little white dragon's face, he sat down and shook his head.

"It's ............ Something must have happened to the elder brother. Sha Wujing said anxiously.

Luojia Mountain.

After a full quarter of an hour, Guanyin returned.

"Master Guanyin, how is it?" asked Yang Jian.

"Don't worry, this is the Soul Returning Pill, you give Wukong a dose, and I will cast a spell for him again, and he will wake up in an hour. Guanyin Bodhisattva took out a golden elixir.

"Erlang Zhenjun, just bother you to protect the Dharma for me, and I can't be disturbed during the spell I cast for Wukong, otherwise Wukong's soul will be scattered and there will be no salvation. Guanyin Bodhisattva said.

"Yes. ”

After that, Guanyin Bodhisattva sat on the lotus flower, drew a circle with true qi, and surrounded Sun Wukong in the circle.

Yang Jian was pacing anxiously outside the purple bamboo forest.

An hour has passed, and so far everything is going well.

At this moment, the black bear monster ran over in a hurry.

Yang Jian stopped him suddenly: "Master Guanyin is healing his wounds for the Buddha to defeat the fight, please don't disturb the great god of the mountain." ”

"Zhenjun, I have an urgent matter with the Bodhisattva, please get out of the way. The black bear monster said irritably.

"An hour is coming soon, please be patient for a moment. Yang Jian said.

"Yang Jian, something big has happened in the Netherworld, and I can't delay, I will definitely present the Bodhisattva immediately. You get out of the way, or you're welcome. The black bear monster said impatiently.

Yang Jian glanced at the black bear monster and directly showed the three-pointed two-edged knife: "Then it depends on your ability." ”

"Well, I'm going to see how good you are. With that, the black bear monster also showed its mace.

Just as the two were about to fight, a voice came from inside: "Erlang Zhenjun, the great god of guarding the mountain, come in." ”

Yang Jian took away the three-pointed two-edged knife and walked in without looking back.

Inside the purple bamboo forest.

Sun Wukong woke up, and as soon as he saw Yang Jian, Sun Wukong immediately jumped over: "Yang Jian, thank you this time, my old grandson owes you a life." ”

"Don't say that. Yang Jian smiled slightly: "Your injuries are okay, right?"

"It's okay!" Speaking of this, Sun Wukong immediately became serious: "Hmph! If it wasn't for that white bone spirit sneaking up from behind, how could Lao Sun be injured? I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, this goblin actually had a great increase in mana." It's just that the white bone spirit has long since died, why is it resurrected again?Eh, Bodhisattva, do you know the reason for this?" Sun Wukong looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"This ............" Guanyin Bodhisattva shook his head: "I don't know. ”

At this time, the black bear monster spoke: "Bodhisattva, something is wrong!"