Chapter 45: The Bloody Lion's Eye

Walking out of the middle-aged man's house, Wukong's mood was still a little heavy.

What the hell is going on?

Ordinary people, who don't know magic, have only brute force, how can they have the ability to slaughter dragons?

Besides, even if it is a dying dragon, it is also a dragon, how can it be easily touched by mortals and laymen in the world.

Moreover, the dragon clan, which controls a water tribe, has always been revenge, and the most important thing is to hold grudges, and ordinary people dare not provoke easily.

There must be a hidden secret.

Thinking of this, Wukong couldn't help but sigh secretly, this time, Anfeng Town may not be able to escape.

And the fragrance of the dragon meat, Wukong smacked his mouth, it was indeed very fragrant, but it's a pity!

Suddenly, Wukong's heart jumped wildly, the white dragon, the white dragon, could it be the white dragon horse, right? After thinking about it, he quickly shook his head, how could that be?

However, in his heart, he was still a little apprehensive, and he waved his hand, trying to drive away the terrible thoughts in his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered the Fahai and the strange old man he met at the inn, these two people, who happened to appear out of thin air at this moment, were really suspicious. Thinking of this, he hurriedly quickened his pace and hurried towards the inn.

When I arrived at the inn, I saw Fahai sitting alone at the table. He looked around, but found no sign of the strange old man.

"Don't look for it, the old man has already left", seeing Wukong come in, Fahai beckoned.

Goku walked over and sat down across from Fahai, but didn't ask why.

Waiting for Wukong to sit down, Fahai picked up the tea bowl and filled a bowl for Wukong, "Come, drink this bowl of tea first."

Wukong took it, took a big sip, and walked for a long time, indeed a little dry mouth.

The tea was warm, Wukong took another big sip, and when his eyes drifted, he found that Fahai on the other side was looking at him intently.

Seeing Wukong's gaze, Fahai smiled a little embarrassedly, "By the way, my senior brother Guankong is also a person who cultivates immortals, I don't know where the teacher comes from, and what kind of method he cultivates"?

Wukong put down the tea bowl, "The little monk is empty, he has been taken in by the master since he was a child, and he has learned the law of crossing people and the law of universal virtue."

"Oh, it turns out that Senior Brother Kongkong is still a disciple of the Buddha of Fuxian Bodhisattva, and he is disrespectful and disrespectful", Na Fahai hurriedly said.

Wukong laughed secretly in his heart, he was just pulling the banner as a tiger skin, and he asked instead: "I don't know where Senior Brother Fahai came from, and what kind of law did he learn?"

"Hehe", Fahai smiled awkwardly, "The poor monk studied from the Dongtai Hanging Temple, he has no name and no achievements, and he cultivates the law of the last days that does not enter the stream, so he is ashamed and ashamed."

Wukong saw that he refused to say what kind of method he cultivated, so he didn't want to ask too much. The two of them drank tea silently, chatting without saying a word.

After drinking a bowl of tea, Fahai suddenly raised his head and said, "Senior Brother Kongkong, this is not a good place, it's still early, why don't you travel around other places."

Wukong raised his head quietly, "Senior Brother Fahai said, is there anything else in this small city that can't do evil", after speaking, his eyes secretly carefully observed, trying to get Fahai on the face

I can see a clue.

Fahai frowned slightly, he gently played with the lid of the tea bowl with his right hand, and muttered for a while, "Although I have known Senior Brother Kongkong for a short time, deep down, there is a feeling that I hate to be late", after speaking, he raised his head and also looked at Wukong's face, "I don't know what Senior Brother Kongkong thinks"?

Wukong nodded silently, he knew that at this time, in fact, he didn't need to speak, he just needed to listen to what Fahai wanted to say to him.

Sure enough, Fahai didn't wait for Wukong to speak, he thought for a while, and then continued: "Actually, this small city of Anfeng, strictly speaking, will face a huge catastrophe in the near future, or today, or tomorrow."

Wukong was silent, but his heart throbbed, and sure enough, this Fahai should be an insider.

"Brother Kongkongdao, I should have heard the rumors of the villagers castrating dragon meat, right?"

Goku nodded.

"This is true, but it is too terrifying", Fahai sighed, and continued: "So, Senior Brother Kongkong, you can be said to be a newcomer, if you want to get out of the matter, you must leave as soon as possible, so as not to harm the fish pond."

"Then you, aren't you going to leave?" Goku asked.

"I?" Fahai was stunned when he heard this, "Although I was not born here, I am burdened with the mission of protecting this place", he chuckled, "I should say that I was born for here."

Wukong was a little surprised, he looked at the face opposite, and found that Fahai's face suddenly became solemn. Goku nodded, "I understand."

"Although the people here are a little selfish and a little narrow-minded, they also have life, and the monks should be universal, and I can't watch them die innocently."

"Can't we evacuate them temporarily and take them all out of here?"

"No, I can't".

"Why"?

"Because, this place has been sealed off by the Great Array, and no one can leave here."

"Oh, can't you alone"?

"Except for the father and daughter surnamed Zhao".

Goku was silent, he knew who those two people Fahai was talking about.

After a while, Fahai suddenly asked, "Have you heard of the Dragon King Ao Xian?"

Goku thought for a moment and shook his head, he really hadn't heard of this person.

"Ao Xian, there is a thousand-mile-long river two hundred kilometers away, called the Huai River, and he is the dragon king of the Huai River."

"It's just a water dragon king, what big waves can it make", Wukong pursed his lips, a little disapproving.

"Hehe, senior brother doesn't know, although this Huai River is small, but he is always a dragon king, for so many years, I have been tolerating, perhaps, today, is an opportunity to solve trouble."

"This Ao Xian"?

"Arrogant and domineering, without the law of the king, and treating life as a mustard", Fahai said indignantly.

Wukong is silent, this Fahai, I can't see it, he is still a cynical person.

Fahai calmed down and said, "The dragon corpse that was slaughtered by the villagers may be Ao Xian's third son, Ao Tie."

Wukong was stunned, this is indeed very troublesome. His son was slaughtered, and no one would do it, so it's no wonder that Ao wanted to make a big move first.

"Senior brother, although you and I have known each other for a short time, I always have a feeling of familiarity at first sight, maybe, one day, maybe we will become very good friends, but here, I still have to sincerely persuade you, you better leave here as soon as possible, so as not to lose your life."

"Hahaha", Wukong smiled, "Since you have said that monks should be compassionate and universal to all sentient beings, and I am also a monk, you might as well stay for the time being, perhaps, I can still do my part."

Fahai was stunned, he looked at Wukong fixedly for a moment, and then nodded slightly. There are some things that need not be said.

Wukong stood up, since he had decided to stay, he planned to go out for a walk again, to see if there was any way to crack it, that is, to stay, then he also had to take the initiative, and it was not his true color to be beaten passively.

The sky outside was a little dim, and high up, an invisible net had shrouded the entire Anfeng Town, and in the floating clouds, some figures could occasionally be found probing their brains. For immortal cultivators, this is just an ordinary civilian town, perhaps, there are some things that don't need to be hidden too much.

A few flying birds flew from a distance, flapping their wings and singing lowly, and inadvertently touched the sealing array, and saw a small spark flash in the sky, and the birds disappeared in an instant.

Wukong lowered his head and pondered, this Ao Xian, for the sake of his son, really considered Zhou Xiang and was desperate.

It's just that the people of the city, for a few pieces of deadly dragon meat, are really dizzy, but they don't know that in the dark, cause and effect intersect, and the catastrophe is coming, Wukong can't help but sigh.

The next day, at four o'clock in the morning.

Wukong woke up quietly, and when he walked to the city gate, he found that the father and daughter surnamed Zhao were each holding a torch in their hands, and they had arrived early.

None of the three of them spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing and dull.

Wukong took advantage of the firelight to look at the eyes of the two stone lions on the left and right. The angry lion's eyes, although mottled and hideous, did not notice any abnormal changes.

At six o'clock in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight fell from the sky and fell on the three of them. I heard a little girl scream: "Blood, blood, blood".

The scream was piercing and miserable, Wukong's heart jumped, and he raised his eyes to see, sure enough, the two stone eyes of the stone lion on the right side of the city gate were originally mottled and broken, and they had become bright red at some point, and the red was delicate, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be a trace of liquid overflowing like blood, and the bright red liquid overflowed the eyes of the stone lion, ticking and ticking, along the eye sockets, dripping down to the male lion's high chest, which looked so dazzling and penetrating.

"Bleeding, bleeding", the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao also pointed to the stone lion, his lips trembled, his whole body trembled like chaff, and after a while, he suddenly screamed bitterly: "Hurry, run for your life", after speaking, he pulled up his daughter who had collapsed to the ground, and the two of them staggered and hurried back.

A scream, terrible and piercing, pierced the morning sky, immediately woke up many people, and disturbed the tranquility of the morning.

After a while, I saw many people closing the doors and locking them, dragging their families with them, and running away one after another. It's a pity that many people haven't run many miles before they crash headlong into an invisible net, and the ashes are instantly annihilated without a trace.

This tragic change and terrible scene immediately stunned everyone.

The rest of the people, one after another, were stunned, and after a whistle, they fled home screaming everywhere, and did not dare to act rashly again.

They finally realized that a terrible catastrophe had really befallen them.

Wukong stood in place, looking at the chaotic town, feeling both sympathy and helplessness.

He sighed lightly, looked at the bleeding stone lion carefully, and after a while, he also walked away.

What should come is what is coming.

On the broken city wall, Fahai held the bowl in his hand, looked up at the sky, and looked solemn.

On the horizon, on the horizon, a huge red sun is rising, and the glow is shining in all directions, reflecting half of the sky.

In the city behind him, the door is closed, and the needles falling in the corners can be heard, and there is silence.

Wukong walked step by step, along the broken bluestone, step by step, and walked to Fahai's side.

Half an hour later, northwest of the town.

I saw the distant sky, suddenly dark clouds rolling, thunder and lightning, thick dark clouds layer upon layer, like a thousand waves of the sea, surging, swept in.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled and stirred, obscuring the sky and the sun, swallowing everything along the way, like a wind and clouds.

In the thick clouds, you can faintly see all kinds of strange-shaped sailors or holding knives, forks and sticks, densely packed, one by one, clustered with hundreds of flags, majestic and murderous.

For a while, the wind and people hissed, shouting and screaming, shocking the sky.

Wukong frowned, just a small town, less than a hundred households, thousands of people, ordinary immortal cultivators, one slap can kill them all, this, can use such a big battle?