Chapter 34 The Real Zhu Bajie
"Come back?" Zhu Bajie sneered and said, "My old pig didn't leave at all!"
Looking at Tang Song's puzzled gaze, Zhu Bajie said proudly: "The golden cicada sheds its shell and moves the tiger away from the mountain, like this simple trick that can't be simple, it can only fool that monkey, how can I fool my old pig! I just pretended to leave, hiding in the shadows to deliberately wait for this tiger demon to come back again, as expected." β
Tang Song stared at Zhu Bajie on the opposite side with a dull expression, feeling so reliable for the first time, not at all as stupid as in the original book, and worthy of being a marshal who had led troops in the Heavenly Court, and he was obviously familiar with all kinds of art of war strategies.
"But after talking about it for a long time, aren't you ready to show up?!" Suddenly, Zhu Bajie looked at a clearing not far away and said lightly.
Tang Song was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed his gaze, but found nothing except the yellow sand all over the ground.
Zhu Bajie shook his head helplessly, and said sarcastically: "It's so naΓ―ve to play this trick now!"
Under the gaze of everyone, the yellow sand was blown away little by little, and what was buried underneath was faintly revealed, which was actually a yellow and black tiger skin!
"Silk!"
Tang Song gasped, the Tiger Pioneer is not dead yet?!
Only then did Zhu Bajie stop blowing the wind and said lightly: "If the old pig is not mistaken, since you appeared, you should have used the spell of the golden cicada to shed the shell twice, and what I broke just now should only be the tiger skin you left behind for the second time, and the tiger skin you took off when you cast the spell for the first time has been quietly buried in the sand by you, do you think the old pig doesn't know?!"
There was a deathly silence.
After a long time, seeing that the conspiracy had been revealed, the tiger pioneer simply stopped hiding, and the tiger skin slowly floated up, and a huge tiger jumped out of it.
"Huh?"
Looking at the big yellow cat in front of him, Tang Song looked confused, who are you?!
At this time, the black pattern on Tiger Pioneer's body has become almost invisible, and at first glance it looks like a big yellow cat.
The corners of Tang Song's mouth twitched, and said that you are a tiger or a yellow cat? At the beginning, you didn't pretend to be forced to deliberately tattoo those black patterns, right?
"Boom!"
Just thinking about it, suddenly a golden light fell from the sky, like a golden thunderbolt crashing on the Tiger Pioneer, directly blowing it to pieces, and ending up with no bones left again.
"Naked head grabbing!"
Seeing Sun Wukong walking towards him with a golden hoop stick, Tang Song pursed his lips.
"Let's get out of here, it's not the best time to meet the Yellow Wind Monster. Tang Song looked around and said to a few people.
"The Yellow Wind Monster?"
"Didn't the Tiger Pioneer say that this is the territory of the Yellow Wind King of Huangfeng Ridge?" Tang Song hurriedly explained.
Sun Wukong snorted coldly disdainfully, "It's ridiculous that a little demon from the nether realm dares to be called a king!"
"Don't underestimate this yellow wind monster, he is a stingray rat at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, and he once secretly drank the lamp oil in the Buddha's glass lamp, and his magic power is vast, but what is more powerful is his ability to call the wind, and the yellow wind blows up, it is simply dark, and the gods and ghosts are not close. Tang Song said with a solemn face.
"Hufeng?" Sun Wukong said disapprerovingly, "I am also good at this kind of small way, and it is not a big skill." β
Zhu Bajie also smiled: "If you want to talk about the ability to call the wind, my old pig's ability to call the wind is the magic power in the thirty-six Tiangang, and it is a mysterious avenue, and the ability to call the wind and rain cannot be compared at all." β
Tang Song shook his head and said: "The wind brought by that monster is not an ordinary wind, but its natal supernatural power, called the Samadhi Divine Wind, the gods and ghosts are not close, and even the body of the immortal god can't parry." β
The samadhi kamikaze is indeed difficult, I remember that it was described in the original book: Lao Jun is difficult to care about the alchemy furnace, and the birthday star received the dragon beard fan. The Queen Mother is on her way to Peach, one
The wind blows off the skirt and waist. Erlang lost Guanzhou City, and it was difficult for Nezha to take the sword in the box. The king of heaven did not see the palm tower, and Lu Ban hung the gold head drill.
Although it is inevitable that there is some exaggeration, but a glimpse of the whole leopard shows that this wind is indeed not ordinary.
"He has a heart?" Zhu Bajie looked at Tang Song with a shocked face with his mouth open.
"Yes, the poor monk already knows the heel of the monster, and the samadhi kamikaze is indeed not to be underestimated. β
"Samadhi kamikaze?"
Sun Wukong looked disdainful: "Even the Heavenly Thunder Divine Soldier can't break my old grandson's vajra body, and even Lao Jun's samadhi true fire can't hurt me at all, not to mention the unheard of samadhi divine wind, which simply makes people laugh off their big teeth." β
Zhu Bajie also said on the side: "Yes, that samadhi is made of essence, qi, and gods, and it is mysterious and abnormal, and a little demon in the lower realm dares to call it a samadhi divine wind, which is really shameful, I am afraid that the little demon heard the wind from somewhere, and he gave the title himself!"
Seeing that the two of them didn't care, Tang Song sighed in his heart, and when the sable took you to blow the wind, you would know what it was like.
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Several people continued on the road, and walked forward for another two or three days against the wind and sand.
Someone once said that the most terrible thing in the desert is not the scarce water resources and the dark storms, but the endless scenery and the loneliness and despair that do not see any hope in the heart.
Tang and Song Dynasty rode listlessly on horseback, no matter how far they went, they were always surrounded by unchanging sand dunes, and it seemed that there was never an end in sight, which was really a test for the human spirit.
Even if the Tang and Song dynasties had enough food, and they were accompanied by Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, they would inevitably be upset and irritable.
On this day, several people were walking forward, and Tang and Song suddenly vaguely saw the outline of an ancient city in front of them, looming under the storm.
"Mirage?"
Tang Song rubbed his eyes vigorously, how could there be a city in the desert? This must be due to an illusion. However, the mirages of others are all oasis lakes in front of him, why did he change it to an ancient city when he arrived.
"Hmm, there's a city in front of you?" At this time, Zhu Bajie also rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief.
"There are people living in this kind of place?" Sun Wukong frowned, obviously not quite convinced.
Tang Song was stunned, he could have a mirage, but Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie had no illusions, so it was not a phantom in front of him, but there was really an ancient city!
"Loulan, the legendary city buried in the desert?"
Tang Song shuddered suddenly, it wouldn't be a ghost town in front of him, but he glanced at Sun Wukong next to him, and immediately put his mind at ease again.
With Sun Wukong here, not to mention a ghost town, there is nothing to be afraid of even if the Yama Hall appears.
In a short time, several people had already arrived in front of the city.
"Shade Country ......"
Looking at the three big characters engraved on the top of the city wall, the corners of Tang Song's mouth couldn't help twitching, "Is this the so-called beautiful vision? β
"Oh no, the monster is coming to catch people again!"
"What's going on?!It's not time to make offerings this month?!"
"Inform the monarch!"
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With a bang, the city gate fell heavily, and the soldiers on the city wall were like facing a great enemy, and they were in chaos.