Hearing that Niu Tou Ma Mian refused to prepare the delicacies he had carefully prepared, Meng Po's face was not very good-looking.

The bull head and horse face snorted, and then hurriedly took a group of souls and slipped away without looking back.

"It's so dangerous, if you anger the old woman, it will be a big trouble. ”

"That's it, it's good that we're smart, otherwise we'd be dead. ”

The bull head and horse face escaped the catastrophe, and couldn't help but secretly call lucky, and hurriedly took the souls of the robbers and hurried to the next destination.

"Holy Monk, you take a short rest here first, let's go in and see if the Great Sage is here. ”

The bull head turned his head with a smile, but soon, his old face with a smile froze.

"Brother Niutou, what's wrong?" Ma Mian sensed that something was wrong, and also followed the bull's gaze to look back.

It's okay not to look at it, but at a glance, the faces of the two showed the look of a dead father.

"Ma Dan, where did this Tang Sanzang die?"

"It's too long, and now even Tang Sanzang is gone!"

Niu Tou Ma Mian suddenly panicked, and hurriedly handed over the soul escorted in his hand to the ghost cha on the side, and went around looking for Tang Sanzang like crazy.

At this time, on the bridge, a monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes was curiously looking at the bucket full of soup in front of him.

"Old man, your soup is very good, it is fragrant for ten miles, and the poor monk smelled it from a distance over there, and his saliva was about to flow down. I don't know how to sell this?" Tang Sanzang grinned.

"Little one, good eyesight. However, Meng Po and I don't sell this Meng Po soup, but only give it to people who are destined. Meng Po squinted, as if noticing that the bald head in front of her was a little different.

"Then look at it, is it suitable for a poor monk?" Xuanzang smiled slightly.

If it were normal times, Meng Po would definitely nod happily and agree. But now, for some reason, out of a strong sense of crisis, Meng Po shook her head and categorically refused.

"I'm sorry, it's a pity that you and I don't fall in love. Meng Po smiled and said with a smile.

"Really?" Tang Sanzang touched his round head, and said with a look of disbelief: "The poor monk's head is very round, I don't believe you touch it!"

Meng Po: "......"

Hell, the old body is talking about fate, not a round head! What are you doing with a dead bald gag!

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for molesting Meng Po to death, and reward a stinky sock!"

Tang Sanzang: "......"

That's a yarn bonus.

"If you have nothing else to do, young man, get out of here. This underworld is not a place where ordinary people can stay. ”

Meng Po was well-informed, and faintly felt that this Tang Sanzang was not the same as an ordinary wandering ghost.

It's also said that those who are hooked are all confused. Unless a few ghosts are gifted or unjust, they will have a sense of resentment and break free from the hands of ghosts.

But this monk is very calm, and he talks and laughs to a certain extent, and it is obvious that he is a person with cultivated mana.

Meng Po doesn't want to contact such a person.

"Meng Po, someone is going to be reincarnated, you can give her a bowl of Meng Po soup. ”

A ghost messenger was escorting a man with a disheveled head, and he was walking in the direction of Tang Sanzang.

Seeing Tang Sanzang, the ghost cha just frowned, then pushed the man forward and sneered: "Drink this bowl of soup, let's be reincarnated." ”

The man was in a daze, like a puppet, obeying the instructions of the ghost, and slowly walked towards Meng Po.

Meng Po smiled slightly: "What a handsome little brother, it's just that this stinky skin is useless in the underworld." No matter whether you are good or evil in your lifetime, you have your own cycle of cause and effect, your life is over, and you should be a good person in the next life. ”

Meng Po handed over a bowl of soup, the man staggered, slowly raised his head, and muttered: "I'm so stupid, I thought I would be able to find the little junior brother when I got out of the Pure Land Temple, but I didn't expect it...... Didn't expect ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the ghost cha kicked him impatiently, and said angrily: "What are you doing with so much nonsense, your longevity is over, why don't you drink Meng Po soup quickly and reincarnate as a human being." ”

The man looked timid, then sighed, picked up the bowl and was about to raise his head to drink.

"Wait!"

A white hand clasped the man's wrist tightly, and the man was startled, and slowly turned his head, but the next moment it was a surprise of surprise.

"Senior Brother Xuanzang, you ......"

The man looked at Tang Sanzang in shock, with a look of surprise on his face.

"That's right, Senior Brother Duande. Tang Sanzang nodded slowly, he didn't expect to meet Senior Brother Duan De here.

"Senior Brother Xuanzang!" Senior Brother Duan De was surprised, and hurriedly rushed forward to hug Tang Sanzang, crying loudly: "Senior Brother, you died so miserably, I didn't expect that our senior brothers would meet in the end at Naihe Bridge!"

The corners of Tang Sanzang's mouth twitched.

Ma Dan, you just died, the poor monk Yang Shou is not over. It's called a sightseeing tour, you know the!

"What do you want to do? Could it be that you want to disturb the order of the underworld?" Ghost Cha's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly slapped the soul chain and approached Tang Sanzang.

"No, the poor monk just wants to reason with you. Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, and said, "My senior brother is usually gentle, and the ants refuse to step on half of them, why did he suddenly hang up?"

"Hmph, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, everything has cause and effect, and it is all registered in the book of life and death. As the so-called Yama wants you to die in the third watch, who dares to keep people until the fifth watch. The ghost looked at Tang Sanzang viciously, and sneered: "Could it be that you want to reverse the fate of heaven and earth?

"The poor monk doesn't dare, but everything in the world speaks of the same truth, right?"

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, and the ghost almost laughed: "Okay, then I'll listen to you and reason!"

"Oh, the poor monk is disrespectful. Tang Sanzang grinned, smiling even brighter.

Meng Po was silent beside her, and there was a faint playful smile under her vicissitudes of life.

It seems that I haven't seen anyone dare to challenge the majesty of the underworld for a long time.

The monkey who made a big fuss in the underworld has long been suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

This time, I don't know if this guy in front of me will also be ruthlessly suppressed.

Or, it was simply wiped out.

Just when Meng Po was looking forward to watching a good show, suddenly Tang Sanzang took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "Come on, Heavenly Dao Divine Power [My World]!"

In the next moment, the whole underworld seemed to come to a standstill, and Meng Po and the ghost cha stood still, motionless.

And Senior Brother Duan De was also like a wood carving, stiffened in place.

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, then took out the pair of rewarded socks from his body and threw them directly into Meng Po Soup.

Then, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Tang Sanzang flipped over from the ghost again.

"Well, the original gecko, why are you so peculiar in your hobby, how can you have this thing?"

Tang Sanzang was startled, snorted, and without saying a word, threw the lively gecko to Meng Po Tang.