"Monsters!"

People screamed.

On the street, it was empty in an instant.

The middle-aged monk quietly watched the black hole that was gradually closing behind the monkey.

Wait for the black hole to disappear.

He looked up again, staring at the sky above him.

In the deep daylight, the sky was the same as usual, with a clear blue background, irregular white clouds, and a team of geese that happened to fly by.

Add a touch of life.

He withdrew his gaze, in fact, it was different.

It was a change that mortals could not see or feel.

There was an invisible barrier across their heads.

A Heavenly Dao Law was isolated from the outside.

That law had been suppressing monkeys before.

Yan Xiaowu also turned her head, and her gaze naturally fell on the monkey.

The monkey didn't pay any attention to the frightened and slurred unfilial son on the ground, stepped on him, and rushed towards Yan Xiaowu.

The middle-aged monk didn't move, and Yan Xiaowu didn't move either.

The monkey grabbed Yan Xiaowu's slender shoulders.

"Come back with me!"

The monkey's eyes were bloodshot and he roared fiercely.

It looks scary.

Yan Xiaowu's little face struggled, revealing a hint

Suffering.

The monkey pushed too hard and hurt her.

The middle-aged monk erased her feelings, but her feelings were still there.

"Dumb, you're finally talking. Yan Xiaowu said.

The monkey was stunned for a moment.

Only then did I realize that some restraint seemed to have disappeared, and my body felt a sense of relief from the burden. Moreover, the Jin Dan and Yuan Ying in the dantian seem to be ready to move.

It doesn't matter, though.

He let go of the hand that grabbed Yan Xiaowu's shoulder.

Yan Xiaowu was secretly relieved, and a big rough hand suddenly grabbed her small hand.

The monkey pulled the smoke dance, and he repeated: "Come back with me!"

Yan Xiaowu's strength is not comparable to that of a monkey, so he can only be pulled by him and passively follow him.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Go back to Sanxingdong. The monkey said without thinking.

"Why?" she asked.

The monkey didn't think of a good reason, but there must have been, for example, he said, "Find the ancestor to cure your eyes." ”

"His Holiness promised to let me see again. Yan Xiaowu said.

"That's different. The monkey said unconsciously.

"What's the difference?" Yan Xiaowu didn't give the monkey a chance to answer at all: "When you cure your eyes, you're going to leave, I mean, the kind that you won't see each other again in this life?"

If it had been a few days ago, the question would have been heart-wrenching. But at this time, Yan Xiaowu is like asking an acquaintance "Have you eaten", what kind of fiery or lingering feelings do you expect from it?

Yan Xiaowu felt the monkey's hand tremble, but he still didn't stop, and while walking more hurriedly, the hand holding her tighter.

It hurt her again.

The middle-aged monk's gaze moved with the movement of the two, but he didn't mean to stop the monkey, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Yan Xiaowu didn't intend to let the monkey go, "Actually, it's really different. ”

"When I go to Lingshan and take refuge in my Buddha, I will have no love or hatred, I will remember you, but I will not be sad for you. ”

"If I go to the Sanxing Cave with you, even if I cure my eyes, even if I cultivate immortality, after you leave, I will be left alone...... Even now, subconsciously, I feel scared. Can you understand that?"

Yan Xiaowu's expression is like a lake without the wind blowing, calm and without waves.

"Smack!"

The monkey in front of him suddenly stopped, then turned around and slapped Yan Xiaowu on the left side of his face.

The shot was very heavy, and Yan Xiaowu's mouth was broken and bleeding.

The monkey has never been willing to beat Yan Xiaowu, and when Yan Xiaowu slashed him with a knife after Lao Langzhong's death, he was not willing to hit her.

The monkey started to smoke and dance for the first time, but after the fight, he was only full of anger.

He yelled uncontrollably:

"I went to Sanxing Cave, Yan Xiaowu is still Yan Xiaowu! I went to Lingshan, and there was no Yan Xiaowu in the world!"

Yan Xiaowu was a little confused.

She ignored the bloodshot palm marks on her face.

She looked at the monkey in amazement, and her eyes gradually sparkled, like a pebble thrown into the otherwise calm, lifeless lake.

The middle-aged monk frowned slightly again.

In a few days, he was the second time.

It's not good.

There was a powerful force, impacting the seal he had planted for Yan Xiaowu.

And, it's about to come out.

There are tears condensed and formed in Yan Xiaowu's eyes, and she is trying to drip out.

To be dripping on the occasion of not dripping.

The middle-aged monk appeared on Yan Xiaowu's body, his face was solemn, and like last time, he stretched out a hand to put it on Yan Xiaowu's forehead, and golden Buddha light poured out.

But.

This time, there was an accident.

An old, rotten wood-like hand suddenly poked out of the void and landed on the back of the middle-aged monk's hand.

The light of the Buddha, like the water flowing backwards, returns to its original.

"Bald donkey, you've passed. ”