Sign in to Zhutian from Journey to the West

Chapter 150 The Tree Falls Down
Monkey King changed the subject: "Just now I went to eavesdrop on those two brats, what are you talking about?"

Speaking of this, Sun Wukong also sold off and paused.

"You're telling me, just do something to tantalize people's appetite." After Huang Yang broke through the Daluo Jinxian, the solid spell of Guanyin Bodhisattva was impacted, and when it failed, it didn't work. I am very satisfied with a mirror.

Hearing Monkey King's appetite, he couldn't help but respond to Monkey King.

"Go, go, go... I said that the canopy looks like you look in your mirror, what nonsense are you talking about, what do you mean I just do something tantalizing..."

Sun Wu gave Huang Yang a blank look and said.

Then Sun Wukong continued: "Those two little bastards were afraid that we would run away overnight, so they took a lock and locked the door..."

"It's just a lock. I, Lao Sha, can break it with a little force." Drifting said indifferently, showing off the pimple-like muscles on his arms.

"You go and pull it, you go and pull it, if it breaks, my grandson will find a way to get you a ginseng fruit so that you can break through the Da Luo Jinxian..."

Drifting: "Brother, you said that."

"It's hard to follow a gentleman's words, but my grandson never tells lies."

In front of the relationship, I swore to Qingfeng Mingyue that the ginseng fruit was not stolen by you, Monkey King, is it true that it can no longer be true?

Huang Yang couldn't stand it anymore, so he said: "Of course you don't tell lies, after all you are a monkey, not a gentleman. Also, third child, don't bet with this guy, he must know that the lock is even With the protective formation of Wuzhuang Temple, let alone smashing the door lock, even a quasi-sage strong like Zhenyuanzi Daxian will not be able to use it, unless you are willing to bear the karma of the destroyer's hundreds of millions of miles of land Otherwise, once the door is locked, Wuzhuang Temple will be as stable as gold."

Sun Wukong looked at Huang Yang and said, "How do you know the truth?"

Huang Yang looked at Sun Wukong contemptuously and said: "You don't have to think about it, you can guess it. As the dojo for quasi-sages, if you don't have any defensive means, how can you let Qingfengmingyue take care of the house?"

After a pause, Huang Yang continued: "Besides, apart from the universe in his sleeve, Zhen Yuanzi is most famous for his book from the earth, which was transformed from the fetal membranes of the day. With the book in hand, all the veins of the prehistoric land are influenced by it." Scheduling. There are rumors that Zhen Yuanzi used the book from the ground to gather thousands of dragon veins under the Wuzhuang Temple. Otherwise, Zhen Yuanzi took a trace of the soul of the ancestor of Hongyun. ?”

"Hey, Tianpeng, how do you know this?" Sun Wukong looked at Huang Yang up and down like an alien, and asked in surprise.

"It's very easy to get these gossips. Have you forgotten what I was doing?"

Huang Yang pointed to the sky.

Sun Wukong suddenly realized.

Marshal Canopy, he is a fairy god in the sky, who doesn't make friends with immortals, after a while, these secrets will be known by Huang Yang...

Of course, everything behind was made up by Sun Wukong himself, Huang Yang never said that.

Sun Wukong looked at Drifting thoughtfully, his eyes seemed to say: You see, he is also on duty in the Heavenly Court, and the canopy needs connections and connections (Erlang God, Nezha, etc.), and connections and connections (Taishang Laojun ), look at you again, after thousands of years, tsk tsk...

When Drifting heard Huang Yang's words, his bright eyes darkened immediately.

The dream of eating another ginseng fruit to break through Da Luo Jinxian seems hopeless.

Seeing his younger brother (Drifling)'s dim eyes, Monkey King patted Drifting on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll go get you another one at one o'clock in the evening."

Huang Yang: "..."

I really don't know how death is written.

This is to say that they are going to get another one. I am afraid that it is not to vent their anger and push down the ginseng fruit tree.

Huang Yang wanted to stop him, but when he saw the hopeful Drifting Monk beside him, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for some reason.

Thinking of his own system tasks, Huang Yang said to Sun Wukong: "Pick one more fruit for the master when picking the fruit."

"Save it, save it, I will pick one for the master without you reminding me."

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the couch and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Huang Yang also began to adjust his breath, and everyone waited for the night to fall.

Only Drifting Monk and Tang Seng really thought they would have to wait a day or two before leaving, but Huang Yang and Sun Wukong were tacitly silent and reached a consensus.

Time passed quickly, and after Qingfeng Mingyue carried the bucket to water, she returned to the house, instead of sleeping as usual, she practiced exercises cross-legged on the couch.

After Sun Wukong transformed into a mosquito and circled around the house for a week, he just couldn't find the time to attack.

Immediately flew out of the room.

Pulled out a handful of monkey hair, chanted a mantra in a low voice, and spit out a breath of spiritual energy on the monkey hair.

I saw the monkey hair turned into a ball of sleepy bugs, drifting towards the breeze and bright moon.

After a while, the sound of two people snoring came from inside the house.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong removed the invisibility and other spells, and tentatively called twice: "Xiantong, Xiantong, are you there?"

Seeing no reaction from the two, Monkey King walked in generously and came to Jin Chuzi.

Looking at the two who were snoring, Sun Wukong picked up the golden hammer and said: "My old grandson's master and younger brother are still short of two ginseng fruits. I will use your golden hammer to hit two. If you don't answer me Just agree."

Talking to himself for a while, Monkey King picked up the golden hammer and came to the backyard.

Following the drawing of a gourd, he used the method to open the door again. Seeing a few ginseng fruits swaying on the branch, he flew up and hit two.

After wrapping the ginseng fruit with a brocade handkerchief and putting it away, Monkey King took out the golden cudgel and smashed it towards the ginseng fruit tree.

The remaining [-] ginseng fruits fell into the soil immediately. Seeing this, Monkey King felt that it was not enough.Kicked over the ginseng fruit tree directly...

After doing all this, Monkey King left with satisfaction.

The land lord felt strange, and appeared next to the fallen ginseng fruit tree. Looking at the fallen ginseng fruit tree, he thought he was hallucinating, rubbed his eyes, and was sure that the ginseng fruit tree had fallen, and suddenly exclaimed: "I Damn it, this, this, this ginseng fruit fell..."

But Sun Wukong returned to his residence with two ginseng fruits, took out one and threw it to the Drifting Monk and said, "Hurry up and refine it, my old grandson didn't even eat two...but this ginseng fruit is very light, not yet The flat peaches in Heaven are delicious..."

"Oh, oh, brother, you went to steal other people's ginseng fruit again? Didn't they find out?"

Drifting took the ginseng fruit in a daze, scratched his head and said.

"My old grandson not only took two ginseng fruits, but also pushed the ginseng fruit tree. Who told him to be so stingy, eating two fruits and so on, and now even the ginseng fruit tree fell down. I see them What are you proud of..."

"Did the ginseng fruit tree fall?" Huang Yang asked again with certainty.

"Fall!" Sun Wukong's expectation was very certain.

Although I know that the ginseng fruit tree will fall one day, when that day comes, Huang Yang has a saying that MMP does not know whether to say it or not.

"What about the other twenty ginseng fruits?"

"It fell into the ground..."

"You prodigal monkey..."

"Hehe, try saying something again..."

"..."

(End of this chapter)