The gloomy night is particularly terrifying. I don't know if it's because of the monsters, the wind is blowing on the bank of the Tongtian River, and the cold is pressing. The most disturbing thing is that the wind gusts like a ghost roaring, and there are strange sounds on the river, as if wisps of dead are crying, hovering in the night sky.

On the bank of the Tongtian River, next to the temple of the Great King of Inspiration, an altar was built. On the altar were two children under the age of ten, a boy and a girl. The girl was holding a peach in her hand, and the boy was holding a chicken leg in her hand, and they were feasting happily.

After a day of coercion and temptation, Sun Wukong finally changed from Yang Zhen to a girl.

"Kitten, we are monks now, how can we eat meat?" Sun Wukong said.

"Monkey, I'm not a monk, if it weren't for Guanyin's mother-in-law who insisted on letting me follow to protect Tang Sanzang, I would still be in Heaven as my free immortal. Yang Zhen said with a smile.

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Sun Wukong was puzzled: "Aren't you pulled by Guanyin Bodhisattva to protect your master because you were demoted to the lower realm?"

"Of course not!" Yang Zhen explained: "Back then, I followed you to fight with Heavenly Court, although I won a small victory, but after the worst incident, you were captured by Erlang God and taken to Heavenly Court, and I was taken to the South China Sea by Guanyin. That Guanyin Bodhisattva was supposed to imprison me for a hundred years, but if I wanted to promise her one thing, she would reduce my sentence, so I agreed. After escaping from Guanyin, I first lived in Fangcun Mountain for a period of time, and then went to the country of bhikshus to become a national teacher, and it was when I was a national teacher that the Tai Bai Xing invited me to go to the heavenly court to be an immortal. I went up with him in order to gain some merit. ”

Sun Wukong continued to ask: "You protect the master to go to Lingshan." It's also for merit?"

Yang Zhen nodded, and then asked, "What about you, monkey." I feel that your feelings for that monk are not ordinary!"

"Old Sun ......"

Sun Wukong was about to speak. But when he saw the water of the Tongtian River parting, a team of monsters came out of it, and the leading monster was holding a double hammer, which was the king of inspiration.

"Monkey, when the King of Inspiration is near, I will strike from the front, and you will go around behind him. Prevent him from escaping in the water. Yang Zhen whispered in Sun Wukong's ear.

"Hmm!" Sun Wukong nodded, indicating understanding.

The monster approached and asked, "What's the name of you two little babies?"

"I'm your grandfather!" Yang Zhen showed his true appearance. A fierce kick slammed into the Inspiration King's chest, sending him flying backwards fifty or sixty meters away. Seeing that Sun Wukong had blocked the retreat of the King of Inspiration, Yang Zhen jumped off the altar and said, "Little goldfish." Long time no see. Do you remember grandpa?"

The inspiration king gathered his eyes, looked at Yang Zhen, and was suddenly shocked, exclaiming: "It's you, you are Yang Zhen?"

"Hey, hey, you still know Grandpa. Let me ask you, if you don't practice hard with Guanyin, why did you come here to make trouble in the Tianhe?" Yang Zhen asked: "Let that Chenjia Village present you a pair of boys and girls every year, hehe! What a great majesty!"

"Kitten. Do you recognize this monster?" asked Sun Wukong.

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Well, more than five hundred years ago. I saw this demon in Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, when he was still a goldfish, and he listened to the Bodhisattva's teachings every day, and he also had cultivation. I don't want to see him for hundreds of years, but he came here to make trouble. Monkey, you hold the riverbank, don't let him escape!"

"I don't want to be a family member of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Kitten, don't worry, this guy will never escape!" Sun Wukong said.

"Let Guanyin go to the underworld to identify the corpse!" Yang Zhen shouted, took out the Blue Immortal Sword and killed the King of Inspiration.

How dare the King of Inspiration fight with Yang Zhen, not to mention that he has to complete Guanyin Bodhisattva's entrustment and capture Tang Sanzang. Wouldn't it be too unjust to die here?

Without waiting for Yang Zhen to get closer, the Inspiration King turned into a demonic wind and fled towards the Tongtian River.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhen had already known that this monster was going to run, and before the Inspiration King could fly far, Yang Zhen had already used "Space Movement" to block the Inspiration King's way, and kicked the Inspiration King fifty or sixty meters away with a flying kick.

Before the King of Inspiration fell to the ground, he was beaten back with a stick from Sun Wukong, who had been waiting there. After receiving the golden hoop stick, Sun Wukong shouted: "You monster has a catastrophe in your life, and when you meet our two brothers and sisters, we can only say that your time has come." You demon, inspired by false names, you want to eat boys and girls every year, you have been the king here for a few years, how many boys and girls have you eaten, this account will be calculated with you today. If you return them to my grandson one by one, you can still spare your capital crimes. ”

What kind of divine power is that Monkey King, this inspiration king ate Sun Wukong's stick head-on, his internal organs were spit out, and his meridians had already been broken, and he was lying on the ground at the moment, and it was hard to even gasp, let alone get up.

Sun Wukong walked up to the King of Inspiration, held the golden hoop stick and shouted: "You monster, you do a lot of evil, even if you are a relative of Guanyin Bodhisattva, today you will be destroyed." ”

"Wukong, stop!"

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he was about to hit down with a stick and destroy the primordial spirit of the King of Inspiration, but when he heard a "stop", he stopped the falling stick.

Yang Zhen and Sun Wukong looked back, and it turned out that it was Nanhai Guanyin Bodhisattva who came here with his apprentice Muzha. When Sun Wukong saw Guanyin Bodhisattva, he was dissatisfied and said, "Bodhisattva, what do you mean?"

"The poor monk is here for this strange thing. Guanyin Bodhisattva pointed to the King of Inspiration and said.

Sun Wukong smiled and said disdainfully: "I have long heard that the kitten said that this monster is the family of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but this demon is making trouble here, eating boys and girls, Bodhisattva, how do you want to calculate this account?"

"This ......" Guanyin Bodhisattva was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

Guanyin Bodhisattva let the goldfish spirit go to the lower realm, just to make it difficult for Tang Sanzang, so that he could be one of the eighty-one difficulties. But I didn't expect that this goldfish spirit was in the lower realm, and he had no scruples, and he was the king and hegemon in this Tongtian River, eating boys and girls, and he didn't take Guanyin Bodhisattva's words to heart at all.

In fact, it is not appropriate for Sun Wukong to ask this, because Sun Wukong has killed many more people than this inspiration king. But the people Sun Wukong kills are all evil people, like this inspiration king, eating boys and girls, Sun Wukong will never do it. Although Sun Wukong is naughty, he is jealous and hateful, and the inspiration king's actions really make Sun Wukong dissatisfied.

In the original work, Sun Wukong has the restrictions of the mantra and cannot resist many things, but now that Yang Zhen is by his side, Sun Wukong naturally has confidence.

Yang Zhen and Sun Wukong have known each other for hundreds of years, and naturally knows what Sun Wukong thinks, and when he saw that Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't answer, he said: "Since Guanyin Bodhisattva doesn't know how to answer, let him die to atone for his sins!"

When the words fell, Yang Zhen waved his right hand, and the whole body of the Inspiration King was instantly surrounded by the Three Flavors True Fire, and the scorching flames, the burning Inspiration King screamed. (To be continued......)