[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

When the first ray of dawn came out, the sky was not bright yet, the mountains were still a little dark, and the lights in the cave were not turned on, so Wukong sat up suddenly, breathing a little short of breath.

"what happened to you?"

A voice came from behind him faintly, it was barely audible, but it was too quiet here, and it was like there was an echo when he said this sentence, Wukong was panting heavily, but he could still hear the general idea of ​​this sentence.

Wukong turned around, Qing Jue behind him stared at him with wide eyes as if they were glowing, looking a little scary.

"It's okay..." Wukong touched his heart. When he just woke up, it seemed to be a little hot, the kind that burned inside, "I seem to have a nightmare."

"What nightmare? Do Buddhas also have nightmares?" Qingjue's voice was very hoarse, and he seemed to have no expression during the conversation. It was obviously a question sentence, but he spoke it in a flat tone, which sounded strange.

Wukong shook his head, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I don't remember, I just feel a little flustered."

Panic, the kind of panic that something is about to happen but you can't control it.

"Nightmare?" Qingjue laughed. He stretched out his hand to hug Qingyan, who was still in a coma, and pressed his face and his brother's face together, "I really hope that what happened yesterday is all the same. A nightmare from which to wake up."

Wukong went to them, luckily he had piercing eyes, since the surrounding area was not bright, but at least he could see clearly, some of the small wounds on Qingyan's body had scabbed over, and the most serious wound seemed to be getting better , it should be the spiritual energy input by Qing Jue that helps.

"Aren't you awake yet?" Wukong asked.

"I woke up once an hour ago, but I just opened my eyes, and passed out again after a while," Qingjue shook his head, "Qingyan blocked that injury for me."

"You guarded him all night?"

"I'm afraid he won't be able to find me when he wakes up," Qing Jue held his younger brother's hand tightly, and murmured, "I can't sleep, so I'll practice next to him, and if I have spiritual energy, give him some."

No wonder, the injury on Qingyan's body can recover to this level after one night.

Qingjue's face was a little pale, but his eyes were still too bright. Wukong looked at him and asked, "How many times have you been lucky since I taught you a new exercise?"

"530 two," Qingjue didn't think too much, after reporting a number, his eyes lit up again, "Do you want to teach new ones?"

Wukong didn't answer him, picked up a branch, scratched it on the ground a few times, and then asked: "Is there still a feeling of blockage?"

"It's much better," Qingjue said truthfully, "but there are still."

Wukong raised the branch and poked at Qingjue's dantian. Qingjue's body was very hard, and the thin branch broke with a "snap". A layer of cold sweat emerged.

"Does it hurt?"

Qingjue frowned and was speechless.

Mistakes in kung fu practice are like being poisoned slowly. It can never be eradicated all at once, but can only be done little by little. Even if Wukong is willing to give them all the kung fu, that is not life-saving, it is life-threatening.

"In the third step of the exercise, after the luck sinks into the dantian, the spiritual energy is compressed, and after a big circle around the meridians of the whole body, it sinks again-this is correct, but you have to remember that this change of kung fu is not the same as last time. The second step is easy, not just spitting blood," Wukong warned, "Be careful."

"I see," Qingjue nodded, the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed, he let go of Qingyan, crossed his legs only one hand away from Qingjue, and practiced according to the method Wukong said .

Qingjue didn't take Wukong's warning to heart at first, after all, when he changed his skills last time, he just vomited a mouthful of reverse blood, which is really not a pain for Yao.

It wasn't until Qingjue really practiced that he realized what Wukong said was true.

It hurts very much. When I am lucky, it seems that there are fine needles stuck on the meridians. The pain spreads all over the body, and I can't escape it. I can't avoid it.Indeed, as Wukong said, it is much more difficult than before.

After a full stroke of luck, Qingjue lay beside Qingyan tired and in pain, almost fainting.

Wukong brought a bowl over and poured cold water all over his body. The water in the mountain was very cold, pouring it on his body, Qingjue woke up instantly.

"Get up, do it twice more," Wukong said in a serious voice, probably because he didn't show any sympathy when it comes to exercises, "Hurry up!"

Qing Jue struggled to coil up again, the second time he was lucky, it would not be any more comfortable, it would only hurt more.After being lucky three times according to Wukong's request, Qingjue couldn't hold on any longer and fainted beside Qingjue.

Wukong wiped off the cold sweat on Qingjue's forehead, and secretly sighed: "Practice wrongly and kill the monster." The top-notch skills left by Qingling are correct, but she probably never thought that the younger generations practiced wrongly. You will suffer this kind of pain.

Qingjue and Qingyan didn’t wake up, Wukong went out to find herbs for Qingyan, the sky outside was a bit brighter, a small light leaked through the cracks in the trees, the vegetation here was dense, Wukong was not too far away from the cave, and he could find some healing medicine Herbs to stop bleeding.

The only fly in the ointment is that he doesn't have a jacket. The one he was wearing was torn off last night to bind Qingyan's wound. It's not cold this season, but he walked in the humid mountain forest without any clothes on his upper body. Goku still has the urge to sneeze.

The body of a mortal is fragile, Wukong shook his head helplessly.

Why didn't the sky give him a piece of clothing? Does he have to live on banana leaves in the future?

Wukong pulled a leaf and put it in his mouth. The bitter taste made him more sober. He followed the growth of the herb all the way to find it, but found a section of gray sleeve suddenly protruding from the dense grass.

Could it be that God sent him clothes?

Wukong stood up straight, stunned for a moment, then reached out and pulled the sleeve until the owner of the sleeve was completely pulled out.The man was already dizzy, and he was still unconscious even after being pulled by Wukong. Wukong raised his eyebrows, squatted down again, and pinched the man's chin to make him turn his face away.

This person looks so familiar.

In the next second, Wukong, who had recognized the person, threw the herbal medicine he had picked for a long time onto the person's face with a blushing sound.

I just want clothes, and I don't intend to ask you to send this person here!God you bastard!

The ghost knows what unreasonable things this young master Wei Lixin did to faint here.

Wukong wants to kill him, but not right now, because the formation is in Wei Lixin's room, Wei Lixin is the owner of the room, no one knows what's in it, if the formation is unclear, he has to be good.

The second is Wei Yang. I saw Wei Yang acting like a madman yesterday. If something happened to Wei Li, Wei Yang blew himself up and went with him. If these two demons and one Buddha can't get out of the formation, they will surely die.

No matter how it is calculated, nothing will happen to Wei Lixin.

Wukong frowned at him, as if he still couldn't swallow the breath, and finally kicked him a few times in a venting manner.

If it wasn't for Xiao Jin, he would have died in that Buddha statue long ago. No matter how crazy this man is, Wei Li thought that he would die for sure. Do you expect him to have a good face?

As if kicking a few times was not enough, the vengeful Wukong took off the shirt God gave him from Wei Lixin with a face like a hooligan, and put it on himself without any psychological pressure.

Just when he was taking off his clothes, Wukong found something strange.

There was no scar on Wei Lixin's body. Wukong rudely turned Wei Lixin over and over again, but he still couldn't find any injuries that could make people unconscious.

Breathing steadily, Wei Lixin seemed to be asleep, but he was dying in his sleep, being turned by Wukong like this, he had to wake up no matter what.

Wasn't he drugged?But how did he come here from the heavily guarded Wei family?Isn't Wei Yang guarding him?

As expected, he would never understand the matter of Wei Yang, Wei Lixin, a pair of lunatics.

The Wei family's looking for people should come soon, and Wei Yang will come too. Wei Lixin can't hide, Wukong doesn't want to run into those people, so he tore Wei Lixin's clothes and threw the original After picking up the herbs on the table one by one, Wukong was ready to leave.

Only at this moment, Wei Lixin's hand, which was unconscious before, grabbed the bottom of Wukong's black jeans.

Wukong quickly pulled back his trousers and turned to look at him.

Wei Lixin didn't know when he woke up, but there was no expression in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Wukong's trousers. There was a bright green light in the eyes again.

Wukong remembered that the first time he saw such a light in Wei Lixin's eyes was when he was sleeping on the sofa in Wei Lixin's room and saw that very faint green light at night.

At that time, he thought that Wei Lixin was bewitched by the monster, and he planned to save this kind-hearted child from the monster's mouth even if he tried his best with this useless old bone.

Wukong smiled coldly, thinking whether to go up and kick him again, anyway, this young master will never find himself again.

Wei Lixin still stretched his arms long and wide, his green eyes flickering on and off, staring at Wukong's direction, and spit out some words intermittently.

Wukong was thinking about whether to make up for it again, but Wei Li's heartbroken voice came into his ears without saying a word——

"Wukong...Sun...Wukong...I...I...Qingling...Qing...Jiao...Jiao...Take...Leave...Kai..."

Wukong's raised leg froze suddenly.

Wei Lixin's delicate face is extremely strange because of his blue eyes. I don't know why it is easy for Wukong to think of the Demon King who worshiped thousands of years ago.

Beautiful, seductive, and powerful Qing Ling.

At other times, Qing Ling would be considered an old friend at best, and would only exchange a few pleasantries when they met, but this time is different.

Qingjue Qingyan in the cave is a descendant of Qingling, and Wei Yang may be Qingling's subordinate. The most important thing is that these three monsters came here because of Qingling.The formation that traps them is very likely related to Qingling.

But, why did Wei Lixin say such words?