Chapter 037 Old ginger is spicy

Yang Jian saw that this little girl was deceived by herself, she really couldn't cry or laugh, so she simply took advantage of him being high and no one saw him, gritted her teeth and laughed silently, before she pursed her lips to recover her indifference, reached out and pulled Hou Jingjing's arm to pull her up, and threw her on the chair next to her.

Hou Jingjing first felt pitiful, weak and helpless, and then thought that Yang Jian could see that he had crossed over, and he would be able to help him redress his grievances in Wuzhuangguan, so he hurriedly raised his head and asked him: "Can Shenjun go to Wuzhuangguan to help me prove it?"

"No, you can't. ”

Hou Jingjing was dumbfounded: "I didn't eat more than one fruit, right?"

"I don't know. ”

"You don't mean more than one fruit......"

"Lie to you. ”

β€œ......”

Hou Jingjing knew that she had been deceived, but she didn't give up when she thought about it: "You just said that 'the dove occupies the magpie's nest'......"

"It's also a lie to you. Yang Jian casually picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip slowly, "My heavenly eyes have not yet recovered, and I can't see the past and the future...... I can't help you, sorry. ”

Hou Jingjing heard the land say that she saw her tear down the ginseng fruit tree with her own eyes and began to get angry, angry, and scared...... Now that he found that he was being toyed with by this 120,000-year-old old man who was not ashamed, he suddenly laughed angrily.

In the past, I felt that the Jade Emperor's task lacked virtue.

Right now......

Yang Jian, Yang Jian, you are really alive-should-ah!

She smiled bitterly and took out the golden hoop stick from her ears and eyes, and turned it into a long and short time: "Yang Jian, haven't you always wanted to fight with me? ”

Yang Jian took a sip of tea, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile a little: "I want to fight with Sun Wukong." I'm not interested in you little mortal. ”

Uncle bearable.

Auntie can't bear it!

Hou Jingjing was so angry that she raised her stick and smashed it, Yang Jian's figure shook and dodged, and the pear blossom wooden chair was smashed by the golden hoop stick, and the fairy child outside the door was so shocked that she hurriedly came in, but was stopped by Yang Jian with a raised hand: "It's okay." ”

Fairchild retreated in surprise.

Yang Jian suddenly this child from the mortal world was a little interesting, and he smiled when he spoke:

"Since you have the guts to let me visit your spiritual platform, you must really not steal it - I will show you a clear way, go to Nanhai Guanyin, she is responsible for your master and apprentice Lingshan to learn scriptures, and she has the ability to regenerate living trees. As long as you revive that precious fruit tree, Zhen Yuanzi will not do anything to you. ”

Hou Jingjing suppressed her anger: "I want to know who framed me." ”

"How do you know it's not your junior brothers?"

"No," Hou Jingjing is convinced, "Although Bajie is greedy, he is timid, even if he really can't bear to steal, he will hang on the tree and fool the past......; His father is not good, but he is a serious person, and he can't do this. ”

"You trust them. Yang Jian was silent for a moment, "That can only be a bodhisattva who is testing youβ€”what is the place of Wuzhuang Temple? ”

"Is this called a test? This is called a frame-up What kind of bodhisattva is going to frame me?!"

This is what Hou Jingjing cares about the most.

Yang Jian shook his head and said: "What is the Bodhisattva asking you to carry this black cauldron for? It is nothing more than to make up the ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties required by the Buddha, and test your mentality and response in the face of adversity." Is it important which one to do? When you have passed this hurdle, the matter is over, and you can continue on your way. ”

He saw Hou Jingjing's brows twisted, obviously still disagreeing with his statement, so he said: "Although you have cultivated the door of cultivation, you have not received the way of cultivation, so you must not be able to pull your face and suffer this loss for a while." That's it, I promised to escort Elder Tang, and I will accompany you over at this moment. ”

Hou Jingjing heard that he was willing to go, and knew that Tang Seng and their problem had been solved, and he was worried about the matter of thousands of knots, and after calculating that it was exactly fifteen today, he discussed with Yang Jian: "I am relieved that Shenjun is willing to go-it just so happens that my master, Patriarch Bodhi, sent me a message and asked me to go over ......"

"Go ahead, leave it to me. "Yang Jian doesn't take it seriously.

Hou Jingjing hurriedly thanked him seriously, stepped on the somersault cloud and went straight to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, feeling that this errand was aggrieved, if he could be separated from Sun Wukong, he would no longer have to sulk like this!

Patriarch Bodhi seemed to know that she was coming back today, and had already arranged everything in the door to wait for her: "Have you found your physical body?"

"I've found it," Hou Jingjing said, "There is a rat demon in the Guanyin Zen Temple, it is a young woman with a delicate appearance, I will keep it and not kill it, and I will wait until I have refined a thousand knots before I go." ”

"Okay," Patriarch Bodhi nodded, "I set it up when I was refining, and it was exactly seven hours each time, so you don't have to remember the time, just follow the trend." ”

"Good Master!"

Hou Jingjing felt that Patriarch Bodhi had done too much for her, and her nose was slightly sour with emotion, but she didn't want to look hypocritical, so she shook her master's arm coquettishly through the skin of this young man.

Patriarch Bodhi urged her with a smile, and she hurriedly agreed to sit down and start cultivating.

Hou Jingjing, who is familiar with the road, was soon in a vast and boundless beauty, with mountains and lakes, sky and sea, and she herself was like a small grain of shining dust, playing and playing in this beautiful scenery.

This cultivation is a bit like a game of "eating beans".

There are countless shiny little beans in the vast sea, Hou Jingjing eats every one, and feels that the boundless beauty expands by a point, one by one, the scenery is getting broader and broader, the mood is more and more comfortable, and the small self has a big pleasure, extremely comfortable, fluttering like a fairy~~

Suddenly, there was a huge bean in front of him, the bean looked very attractive, but the little Hou Jingjing couldn't eat it at all, the difference in size was too great......

Hou Jingjing couldn't help but poke it with her fingers, and the moment she touched it, a golden-red red gold bracelet suddenly appeared in front of her, and the bracelet turned into a thousand strands of golden ribbon, which penetrated into the huge and attractive beanie little by little.

"Who are you?"

That Doudou suddenly spoke to Hou Jingjing.

Hou Jingjing hurriedly introduced herself seriously: "Hello, I'm Hou Jingjing!"

"Who am I?"

Hou Jingjing didn't know how to answer, and after a pause in her movements, she gently hit its flashing fluorescent beanie wall with her small body: "You don't know who I am, but I know who you are." You are the stone monkey Sun Wukong, and I am your sister Hou Jingjing!"

Hey?

How did you talk about the limerick when I first met the master?

"I'm thirsty, I'm hungry......"

Doudou suddenly shook slightly, and the collision with the little Hou Jingjing became more and more intense.

Hou Jingjing was dizzy when she was hit, dodged a little, and said seriously: "The little stone monkey is too young, and he can't make a sound if he wants to shout for help." It's okay if you're thirsty or hungry, and if you're hungry for seven days, you'll soar!"

"I don't want to starve to death......" Doudou shook more and more violently.

Hou Jingjing suddenly felt a little distressed.

She almost starved to death on the vast sea, but Bodhi Ancestor saved her.

How can you watch Sun Wukong, who has not eaten for two hundred years, starve to death, but not lend a hand?