Two thousand miles east of Heifeng Mountain, on a small hill, Wang Hu crossed his knees, and at this moment all his mind was immersed in the wood carving he had placed in Tang Seng's arms!

Although the wood carving has been processed by Wang Hu, and Wang Hu is a ghost who is a god for the tiger, it can be said that it is no longer in the Three Realms of the Five Elements, and its existence is very special, and it is difficult to be discovered, but for the sake of caution, Wang Hu has always let the ghost turtle shrink into the wood carving, and only occasionally comes out to investigate!

But today is a little different, he is about to go to see Brother Monkey, and he is going to see him as a representative of the Black Wind Mountain Demon Clan, Brother Monkey let himself find a place to hide, I don't know what kind of reaction Brother Monkey will have when he sees him!

So he still decided to take the risk of using ghosts to investigate, if he knew the situation over there in advance, then it would definitely be of great help to Wang Hu's next actions!

Thousands of miles away in a wooden house, Tang Seng was sitting upright in it, sighing for a while, on the chair not far away, Sun Wukong was holding Erlang's legs with an impatient face: "Little monk, we have agreed in advance, don't blame me about the robbers I killed before, you asked me to kill!"

"When did the poor monk let you kill people, the poor monk just asked you to drive them away! Why did you do so hard and kill people for no reason!" Tang Seng looked really angry, his chest rose and fell and continued: "If you really don't want to follow the poor monk all the way west, then where did you come from and go back there! The poor monk can still go to the west without your protection!"

"Hey, little monk, do you think Lao Sun is willing to go this way? If you have the ability to take off this golden hoop from my head, Lao Sun will leave immediately!" Sun Wukong sneered, and at this time, Wang Hu's divine consciousness came to the puppet in Tang Seng's arms through the ghost!

Sun Wukong, who was talking, suddenly turned his head and glanced back and forth on Tang Seng twice, but in the end he laughed at himself, shook his head and muttered to himself: "It must be those Mao gods who are doing something, I don't bother to care about it!"

"Little monk and my old grandson go out to breathe, you can call me directly if there is anything!" Sun Wukong's figure suddenly turned into a golden light and disappeared as he spoke!

Wang Hu's consciousness in the ghost suddenly froze, when Brother Monkey glanced at Tang Seng just now, he even had a feeling that he was about to be discovered, fortunately, Brother Monkey did not investigate carefully, and he reacted quickly, and in an instant, the whole consciousness shrank back again, so it was not immediately discovered!

"The monkey head is so stubborn, why don't you tighten the spell!" Just when Wang Hu wanted to explore the whole room further, a voice suddenly sounded beside Tang Seng!

Wang Hu's heart sank, although he didn't know who this voice was, but there was no doubt that he was definitely not a good person! Nima came up and asked Tang Seng to curse Brother Monkey with a tight hoop, can the guy be a good person?

"Amitabha, if I use that tight mantra, what is the difference between him beating and killing others with a stick?" Tang Seng put his hands together and called a Buddha horn.

"He's killing, and if you use the Hoop Spell, you can save a few lives!" the voice continued!

Tang Seng shook his head: "Life and death have their own destiny, everyone has their own calamity, forcibly intervening is contaminated with cause and effect, Buddhism cultivates detachment, only by getting rid of the shackles of cause and effect can you become a Buddha on the ground, isn't this always said in the Buddhist scriptures? Why do you need me to save it now?"

"Jin Chanzi, since you embarked on the road to the west, you have been caught in this cause and effect, how can you say that detachment can be easily detached?" The voice seemed a little annoyed, and the voice exploded in Tang Seng's ears like a bell!

Tang Seng was silent for a while, and suddenly folded his hands and recited a Buddha name: "No! The poor monk is not a golden cicada, the poor monk Xuanzang is from the Huasheng Temple of the Tang Kingdom in Nanzhan Buzhou!"

After Tang Seng finished saying this, the voice never appeared again, maybe he was dumbfounded by Tang Seng's argument, or maybe he left completely because of anger!

Wang Hu's divine sense tentatively leaned out and looked around, this was a thatched hut, the house was simply furnished, and it looked like it should be a commoner's residence.

Xuanzang sat for a while, got up and walked to the window to look outside, Wang Hu controlled the ghost to also probe outside, and in the distance, Sun Wukong was sitting alone by the river in front of the door, holding a water plant in his mouth, looking at the reflection in the water blankly, his body bowed slightly, looking a little lonely!

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wang Hu has a feeling that both Brother Monkey and Tang Seng are a little different from when they came into contact with him before! Tang Seng became more and more impenetrable, his breath became more and more calm, and Brother Monkey became more silent, as if it was only for more than a month, the Monkey King's sharp energy that came out of the broken mountain in Wuzhi Mountain disappeared all at once!

Not far from Brother Monkey, the white dragon horse stood meekly, and a pair of horse eyes glanced back and forth between Brother Monkey and Tang Seng from time to time, looking at a loss.

I don't know if this guy found out that he lied to him at the beginning, or went to Guanyin Bodhisattva or Tang Seng to verify or something!

"Wukong is leaving!" Tang Seng looked at it for a while, sighed softly, and shouted loudly to Sun Wukong in the distance, then turned around and came back to pack up his salute!

At this moment, it was not too late, it was about afternoon, and when Wang Hu walked out of the door with Xuanzang, the scene outside suddenly made him frown!

There were three or four corpses on the ground, most of them were full of horror, and two of them were not even humanoid, apparently smashed into meat by Brother Monkey with a stick!

Tang Seng folded his hands again and recited a Buddha name, turned his head to Sun Wukong, who walked slowly, and said: "Wukong, poor monks are not pedantic people, these people usually burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil do indeed deserve to be punished, but no matter what happens in the world, there are rules and laws, and force cannot solve everything!" The poor monk knows that your spells are powerful and powerful, but the so-called mountain is higher than a mountain, even if it is the highest mountain in heaven and earth, there is still a sky on it, no one can be above everyone, I hope you can understand what I mean!"

Sun Wukong shrugged his shoulders and grinned: "Lao Sun didn't think about being above anyone, but someone said this to Lao Sun me five hundred years ago, do you know how I responded to him?"

Seeing that Tang Seng didn't answer, Sun Wukong laughed to himself: "My old grandson gave him a stick when he went up!hahahaha!"

Sun Wukong looked up to the sky and laughed, but no one knew what he was laughing at!

"I have been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, and I have understood a truth!" Sun Wukong laughed and suddenly put it away, looked at Tang Seng and asked, "Little monk, do you know what the truth is?"

Tang Seng also looked a little puzzled, and couldn't help but shake his head!

"I, Sun Wukong, was born to fight, and it was doomed from the moment it jumped out of the cracks in the stones of Huaguo Mountain eight hundred years ago, this is my fate! I didn't understand this truth before, so I was pressed for five hundred years!" Sun Wukong sighed.

Turning his head to stare into Tang Seng's eyes, he continued: "Now that you don't let me solve the problem with fighting, then what else can I do?

Sun Wukong laughed, and the laughter seemed a little weird!

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