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

Thinking of this, Wukong took a step back slightly, distanced himself from the golden cudgel, then looked him up and down again, not letting go of any details, and then stopped talking to him as if he understood something.

A strange stalemate suddenly appeared between the three of them.

"What did you call me just now?" Wukong slowly put his hands behind his back, he didn't take another look at the golden cudgel that made him uncomfortable in the suit and leather shoes, but tilted his head slightly, looking at the person who just walked out of the car. Six ears, "Say it again."

Listening to Wukong's question, Liu Er was obviously taken aback for a moment, then showed a more sarcastic expression, and said with a sneer: "I call you brother, useless guy! Not only is there a problem with the brain, but now there is also a problem with the ears. Is it?"

But Wukong just looked at him with a half-smile, like looking at the golden cudgel just now.

When they were sworn brothers on Huaguo Mountain back then, Liu Er was like this. If he had called his brother before, his posture would be more similar if he lowered his posture a bit.

"Fool," he snorted again, urging, "Get in the car!"

But Wukong stood there motionless, leaning against the door frame, still holding the fan that represented his junior brother in his hand, slightly moved towards the six-eared macaque, and said, "Fake."

Not only is it fake, but he also hates him a hundred times more than the original one. Although the original six-eared macaque wanted to kill him, he would not show such an arrogant and annoying expression, begging him for the sake of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sometimes, it's still true.

The person in front of him really had a feeling that he wanted to tear him apart.

"And you," Wukong turned his hand slightly, pointing at the tip of the Golden Cudgel's nose, narrowing his eyes, "You are an annoying fake just like him."

Pretending to be a golden cudgel is more annoying to Wukong than pretending to be a six-eared macaque.He was trying to think of a more comfortable way to die than dismembering the man in front of him.

The Ksitigarbha once said, Wukong, you have sharp eyes, so you can see through some things, but we will be deceived and be tricked, but Wukong has opened his eyes long ago. When he looked at the six ears and the golden cudgel in front of him, No flaws were found.

Judging from the sharp eyes, they were not pretended by someone, but the real six ears and the golden cudgel, so Wukong would be so angry when he saw the golden cudgel approaching at the beginning.

The feeling in his heart told him that the person in front of him was real, and now his piercing eyes also told him that the person in front of him was real, but Wukong's IQ and intuition clearly reminded him that these two people must be fake, and the fake ones can't be seen again. fake.

Wukong simply closed his golden eyes, the golden light in his eyes faded, revealing pure black, sometimes he is extremely conceited, the only thing he can trust is his own judgment, but now in his heart, two different judgments are confronting each other.

Wukong believes in the latter, and these two people are obviously fake.

He knows the six ears and the golden cudgel, one is an old enemy who is entangled endlessly, and the other is a comrade who fights bloody battles, if he can even recognize these two, he is not Monkey King.

"I hate people lying to me the most, and I hate people using fake products to block my way." Wukong held his hands behind his back, the golden light gathered, and looked at the six ears and the golden cudgel with cold eyes, "the last time someone did this. When I did it, I sent him to the Blood Pool Hell for thousands of years, and even if he escapes now, he will obediently work under my hands as a coolie."

Wukong's words were not wrong, judging by the purity of the golden light, he didn't hold back.

If these two are fake, from Wukong's point of view, they will definitely die. If it is true, they will definitely die if they use such messy things to play with him without saying hello.

—Anyway, based on empty logic, you are all going to die.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Liu Er glared at him angrily, "When I get home, I'll find you a psychiatrist! You, get in the car for me, and let him live or die. Stay here to fend for yourself!"

After finishing speaking, he opened the car door and sat in. The sound of the door slamming was as loud as heaven and earth, but Wukong didn't care. He had mana, and the box seemed to be in the way, but in fact, it was nothing in front of him.

The golden cudgel actually listened to his words, turned around, ignored Wukong, and walked towards the car, as if he wanted to leave too. Seeing this, Wukong was also extremely angry, and the golden light under his hands became more intense. He also didn't want to hold back.

But after the Golden Cudgel turned around, Dou Victory Buddha, with extremely sharp eyes, forcibly held back the move he was going to make with his hands.

Second time.

Just because he saw a tiny piece of black mist behind the neck of the Golden Cudgel, like a fan, heavy black and disgusting.

Wukong had already put away his golden eyes just now, but he still sees it now.

Wukong didn't know why, but suddenly stopped. He paused, changed direction, moved his fingers slightly, and the original killing move began to slash towards the black mist behind the neck of the golden cudgel. Wukong's aim was very sharp. Well, the Golden Cudgel who turned and left seemed to feel nothing at all.

The black mist was more tenacious than before, and when Wukong's golden light was cut off, it just shook a bit, and it didn't seem to disperse at all.

The Golden Cudgel has gone farther and farther. When he opened the car door and wanted to get in, Wukong subconsciously wanted to follow a few steps closer. By the time he realized it, he had already walked to the edge of the car door.

The driver was someone else, and the golden cudgel was sitting in the passenger seat, but Wukong couldn't tell who was the driver and the co-pilot, so he just called him out very rudely.

"Come out," Wukong frowned and knocked on the car window, "I haven't seen clearly yet."

The golden cudgel sitting inside paused for a moment, got out of the car following his will, and asked, "What does the young master want to see?"

"Turn around," Wukong said, "don't move around."

The golden cudgel did as he said, but this time, Wukong didn't see it again. Even if he opened his eyes again, he couldn't find any trace.

Wukong was not sure if it was hidden by his own blow or what, but now he couldn't find it, as if it had never appeared before.

"You, come out for me too," Wukong turned his head and knocked on Liuer's car window again, with an expression of refusal.

"Why?!" Sitting in the car, Liu Er almost laughed, "Are you crazy?!"

Wukong is not angry, he is now wondering if he can use violence directly to make him obedient.

He had just discovered something very interesting, the only characteristic of these two fakes that made him happy-they didn't have mana, but he had it.

Sure enough, it was a fake, and it didn't even come with mana.

But the golden cudgel stopped him and said: "Master, let's go home first."

Jin Cudgel's tone was not respectful, but it was persuasion on the ground. He was called Master Wukong, but he didn't look servile at all, and it was the same with Liu Er, he could only be a little more polite.

He opened the car door smoothly and motioned for Wukong to sit in.

Wukong is not afraid of anything. Facing these fakes without magic power, he can crush them to death with one hand, but the black mist behind the neck of the Golden Cudgel dispelled his idea of ​​destroying them.

Did something really happen in that split second and he didn't know?Golden cudgel, six-eared macaque, and even Qingjue Qingyan, did the same thing happen to Shu Siqi?

Wukong was not sure, any weird things could happen in the spirit world, and no matter how disgusting things could be explained, so he doubted and stopped, just to find a truth.

Seeing his half-open car door, Wukong sat in without much hesitation.

Liu Er, who was sitting inside, snorted coldly, and moved to the other side, as if wanting to stay away from him.

He wanted to see what kind of fake world the black mist had created for him.

Besides, the six ears and the golden cudgel appeared here, but my two apprentices in the room also disappeared at that time. Are they also here, turning into something I couldn't imagine?

The car drove slowly, the uneven trail was a bit bumpy, and there was a suspected fake with a look of contempt and arrogance beside him, but Wukong didn't care much. He looked at the fan that had been put away in his hand. The black energy in his body had completely disappeared, but what appeared behind the golden cudgel's neck made him feel restless.

No, he shouldn't be called the Golden Cudgel, it's still hard to tell if it's true or not.

Wukong was a little annoyed, he pressed the center of his eyebrows, actually speaking, he really only had this fan on hand, the first time he saw the black mist was on it.

Thinking of this, Wukong unfolded it smoothly. He remembered the word "Siqi" that was still blood red before, and he was still a little worried.

But after unfolding, the situation is even worse.

Those two words are still blood red, and the color has not faded at all. Not only that, but the snow-white paper near the two words has also been blushed.Take a look at the source of the red color, which is the point at the lower left corner of the word "Si" that oozes out.

Wukong remembered that the black mist was like a human being, biting the point of the word.

These two words are also strange, like people will bleed, and the fan is dyed red like gauze, and the blood red spread is even more shocking, making Wukong's heart tremble.

Is that you, Siqi?

Wukong asked him in a low voice, he touched the blood-red fan, and in the end he had no choice but to put it away again. In his heart, he became more determined to follow the two of them to see what was going on.

Even if it's not for myself, I have to go and see it for the sake of the injured junior.

What exactly is the black mist?What is this place again?Wukong really doesn't know, but now that he has the kung fu of being close to him, he dares to break into the dens of dragons and tigers.

May I ask what he was afraid of when he fought against the Buddha?

The author has something to say: Thank you Feng Ping for kissing Lei, but I have been happy for many days with the long comment to the scumbag author [cover face]