Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Confusing Identity
"You!"
The faces of the four women changed suddenly, and they stood up from the table one after another, staring at Tang Song in panic, their faces pale.
"How about the four female donors, can the poems of the poor monks still match your appetite?" Tang Song showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.
"What does this mean, Elder?" the little woman really didn't understand. Red Sleeves pretended to be calm, but secretly glanced at the other three, and quietly leaned towards the door.
"It's now, why bother to hide it, four female donors, or rather—four spider spirits!" Tang Song said word by word.
"Sisters, run!"
Hearing the monk in front of them directly point out the identities of the four of them, the four women were all shocked, turned around and wanted to rush out of the room, but at this time, there was a golden figure quietly blocking the way.
Tang Song was not in a hurry, since he dared to tear his face, how could he be defenseless.
"Great Sage!"
Seeing the majestic monkey blocking the door, the four girls were so frightened that their pretty faces turned white, and they turned around and ran away with an exclamation, but they didn't even dare to make a move.
"Oh? I actually recognize the identity of the old grandson, could it be that some acquaintance in the early years can't do it? It's a pity that the old grandson can't see it with his eyes, and he can't see the real face, it's a pity. Sun Wukong looked puzzled.
Tang Song was also stunned, he didn't expect that these four spider spirits still knew the name of Sun Wukong, and looking at the appearance of the four people, they were obviously afraid to the bones, could it be that there was any contact before?
"Sisters, flee separately! This Bi Ma Wen is too powerful, don't let him catch it. The red sleeves snorted, and the other three girls nodded one after another, turning into four streamers and drilling into four directions.
But before they could sneak out of the house, they were blocked by four figures in each of the four directions, it was Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing and the little white dragon who had already been ambushed on the side, each holding a blade and looking at them playfully.
"The poor monk wants to see where you are running!" Tang Song sneered, but he had already secretly informed everyone that he had laid a net in the middle of the house, and he wanted to see how the four spider spirits could escape this catastrophe without the help of others!
"Second sister, that Bi Ma Wen seems to be suffering from eye disease, and he can't see our sisters at all, so it's better to just rush over directly, than to be caught. Zixia whispered.
I didn't know that Sun Wukong's ears moved, but he heard it clearly, put the golden hoop stick on his shoulder, and sneered: "Although your grandfather Sun can't see it with his eyes this time, he still has his hands to catch you little demons." ”
"Bi Ma Wen, you bastard, if it weren't for you, how could our sisters have been relegated to the mortal world, I-" Lan Xiang was furious and shouted angrily.
"Little sister, shut up! Hugh is going to talk nonsense!" Red Sleeves' face changed, and he hurriedly spoke.
Tang Song frowned, the amount of information in this passage is a bit large......!
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, scratched his ears and cheeks and thought for a while, and sneered: "Lao Sun offended too many people back then, how can he remember them clearly? If you want to find Lao Sun to take revenge and come over directly, why bother to pull things and increase the laughing stock in vain!"
"You!"
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, the four girls' pretty faces turned red, and they were so angry that they stretched out their ten fingers, and countless thin white spider silk shot out from their fingertips, and they were connected in an instant, like a galaxy, and rolled towards Sun Wukong.
"Wukong be careful!" Tang Song was afraid that Sun Wukong would suffer, so he hurriedly shouted to the side.
Since Sun Wukong couldn't see anything, he could only respond to all changes with the same, blocking the golden hoop stick in front of him, and dancing impenetrable.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, countless slender spider silks have been firmly glued to the golden hoop stick, and the more Sun Wukong struggles and entangles, the more complicated it becomes, and in the blink of an eye, it is a mess, looking like a white cocoon from a distance.
Sun Wukong bared his teeth and kept tearing these tough spider silk from his body, but because he couldn't see it with his eyes, he became tighter and tighter for a while, sticking to his body like glue.
Even the strength of ordinary spider silk is ten times that of steel, not to mention the spider silk spit out by the spider spirit, and the elasticity and viscosity of the spider silk are extremely strong, so it is a little tricky to tear it with the strange power of Sun Wukong, and for a while, I only feel that the spider silk seems to be pulled more and more, and the more entangled.
Seeing Sun Wukong struggling in the spider silk, Tang Song's eyes narrowed slightly, it seems that he has underestimated the ability of these spider spirits, which is very different from the original book and the TV series.
"Long!"
Sun Wukong, who was embarrassed by the spider silk, became more and more embarrassed, and the golden hoop stick in his hand was gently thrown upward, and the golden hoop stick suddenly became larger in the flash of golden light, breaking through the blockade of the spider silk in an instant.
The monkey's fingers swirled slightly, and the huge golden hoop rod spun like a windmill, winding all the spider silk around it, and turning the messy and tangled spider silk into a ball in the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong sneered, and shook the stick slightly, and the white silk ball was thrown aside.
The spider spirit saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly lifted up the placket, revealing a brute waist that deceived the frost and snow, and gently put his hands on both sides of the navel, and between the slight twisting of the waist, several finger-thick spider silk shot out from the navel, like four white long whips winding towards Sun Wukong.
The four spider silks were like white ropes binding immortals, instantly tying Sun Wukong into a ball, and no matter how Sun Wukong struggled, he couldn't break free.
"Change!"
Sun Wukong's eyes rolled, and he turned into a dragonfly and flew in the air, skillfully dissolving the entanglement of spider silk.
"Poof!"
Seeing Sun Wukong turn into a flying insect, the eyes of the four girls lit up, and they opened their mouths and spit out four cobwebs to trap the dragonfly firmly in it, and they couldn't move a bit.
Tang Song looked at the dragonfly stuck to the spider web and kept trying to flap its wings, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said in his heart, Didn't you hit the muzzle of the gun? Knowing that people are spiders, you still become dragonflies, are you deliberately adding vegetables to others?
Sun Wukong obviously realized his mistake, hurriedly turned back to his original body, picked up the golden hoop stick and was about to tear it again, but suddenly heard Tang Song shouting in the distance: "Wukong, spit fire!"
Sun Wukong didn't know why, but he still opened his mouth and spit out a flame, and the scorching demon fire was falling on the densely connected cobwebs, but the spider silk was like snowflakes meeting the scorching sun, and they were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Tang Song let out a sigh of relief, fortunately, even the spider silk component in the mythical world is protein, and when it encounters flames, it is an absolute nemesis.
Seeing that the spider silk that they were proud of was burned clean by a fire, the four girls were shocked, and hurriedly retreated, for fear of provoking the fire, but they were pulled by Zhu Bajie, who came next to them, grabbed the four spider silks connected to the navel, and dragged them into their arms.
Sha Wujing stared, shook the demon scepter and smashed it straight towards the four women.
"Boom!"
Just when the four girls were about to die in Huangquan, a big flag suddenly descended above the sky, there seemed to be flowing clouds floating on it, and there seemed to be a strange fragrance floating between the flashes of the glow, and a divine light directly enveloped the four women, and the demon scepter that could also be called a divine weapon in the Three Realms could not be shaken at all, and fell back into Sha Wujing's palm with a whirl.