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

Wukong was bumping in the car, the target of the fan was too big, he made it smaller, carefully stuffed it into the pocket of his clothes, thought for a while, and put a small spell on the pocket to prevent the fan from bumping out.

Wukong, who withdrew from the urge to do something at the beginning, began to sort out the things he knew slowly. He half-closed his eyes and fell asleep. Six ears only looked at him, but he didn't say anything. He turned his head and never said anything again. focus on.

If according to what Ksitigarbha said, it was indeed that thing that came to find it, how should we explain it now?

According to Wukong's thinking, it should be a hearty battle, at most it is a bit difficult and weird, and it will pass after a few fights, but now it looks like punching in cotton, softly Don't use any other energy.

Ksitigarbha said that the six-eared heart is his second heart, which can transform into his appearance, and it is difficult to distinguish ghosts and gods, so it can help him. Similarly, the piercing eyes can distinguish the true from the false, so it is also useful. But now it seems that the six-eared It turned out to be that ghostly look, and the piercing eyes couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

At this time, he seems to have understood a little bit of King Tibet's words - the more I tell you, the more you will be restrained by it. Wrong information is more terrifying than ignorance.But the usefulness of the fiery eyes and six ears, in terms of Ksitigarbha's tone at the time, is indeed a firm statement.

But Ksitigarbha, who is careful in everything, has kept all the news, how could he give him such crucial wrong information?

Wukong thought of this, his mind was extremely messy, he shook his head, half leaned on the seat and continued to think.

The reason why he doubted the information he had received before, but he was not in a hurry, followed the golden cudgel and Liu Er and they got into the car, the biggest reliance was naturally that he could use spells, and the changed Liu Er And the golden cudgel cannot.

This actually took a lot of advantage. As long as Wukong is upset, crushing them to death is like crushing ants. Although the fog is thick, at least he will not be in danger, right?

Not to mention Ksitigarbha, even General Ma and the others can't fall on it.

Wukong is vigilant. Ever since he came out of the catastrophe of the Wei family, his whole body has never been lazy. This appearance was even worse after the ancestor left. If he changed back to his original appearance, he might be able to see the hair on the monkey's body. Fry them one by one.

At this moment, the car slowly stopped.

This is a group of villas built on the hillside. It is naturally closer to the city than Wei's house in the deep mountains and old forests. This place is actually quite big. It seems that more than one family lives there.

The European-style architecture reveals a bit of hidden luxury, and each household is different. The car stopped at the last one, and the driver got out and opened the door. As for the "golden cudgel", he stood in front and waited for Wukong.

The short black hair is raised, the modest but not humble smile, and the warm eyes make others feel comfortable looking at it, but Wukong will only feel embarrassed when looking at it.

"I cut this hair for you," Wukong glanced at him and murmured, "It's a pity..."

is a fake.

A servant came to open the door for him respectfully, and Liu Er walked in front of him. Wukong didn't know where it was, so he followed behind Liu Er, and the Golden Cudgel fell at the end, only one step away from Wukong.

It's not him after all.

Wukong glanced sideways and didn't turn his head. From this angle, he only saw the toes of the golden cudgel.

The golden cudgel listens to him very much, Wukong knows this, if he let him stand beside him, he will not deviate a step.

This person must be fake.

After walking a few steps, many cleaning servants bent down and called him Young Master. Wukong didn't like this title very much, not only because he was prejudiced against this weak-sounding voice, but also because it reminded him of Wei Li Xin.

It's definitely not a good memory.

Wukong gave this place a negative score in his heart, frowned and followed the six-eared macaque.

"Grandpa is very angry. It's the first time I've seen him so angry." Liu Er walked in front of him, without looking at him, talking to himself, with a bit of schadenfreude in his tone, "How dare you escape? Go, don't kill yourself."

Ha, another grandpa.

Negative points plus two.

Liu Er happened to be walking in front of Wukong, and he took the opportunity to look up at his neck. Sure enough, there was another mist as black as ink, sticking to it was extremely disgusting.

Wukong didn't use the golden light to cut it off this time, because before he raised his hand, the black mist suddenly disappeared again.

Like the back of the golden cudgel before.

Wukong frowned very obviously, and there was a word "Chuan" between his brows.

After going up the stairs and turning around in different rooms several times, the black mist behind Liu Er's neck did not appear again.

"Hey," Liu Er suddenly stopped and pointed to a door with obvious sarcasm on his face, "Go in, Grandpa is waiting for you."

Wukong glanced at him, turned around and looked at the golden cudgel, and then pushed the door in. When he closed the door, he could still hear Liu Er's murmur: "Weird... what am I doing?"

The room is not big, and the interior looks antique, very similar to the elegant taste of the ancestors. On the wooden shelves, rows of books became screens. Wukong found an old man making tea by the window after he made a detour.

It's just that others drink tea with teacups, but he uses a sea bowl for drinking.

The old man who impressed Wukong before was the one from the Wei family, with a broken pair of legs, like Gu Song, the shrewd but extremely greedy old head of the Wei family.

But this one in front of him made him feel even more extraordinary.That face, he had never seen before.

Most old people are introverted and gentle, like stones, with gems hidden inside, but this one in front of him is clearly a sword that has been polished by the years. Seeing Wukong coming in, he looked up and showed his sharpness.

It didn't look like an old man at all, and there was more anger in his eyes than any young man.

"I know I'm back," the old man put down his teacup and looked at him, with no expression of joy or anger in his eyes, "Are you still running away?"

Wukong looked at him silently, he was agitated by the old man's glance, he walked forward a few steps, and said with a smile on his lips, "Why am I running away?"

joke.

"Oh, I've learned a lot..." The old man's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand and threw the tea bowl towards Wukong's face. His hand was very steady, and the hot tea in it hadn't been completely drunk yet.

Wukong stood there without moving. For him, he didn't even need to use spells.But when he looked at the old man, he didn't intend to retaliate against him in his own way.

Human beings are always fragile, especially the elderly and children, who can easily die if they move. Wukong realizes that he can't control the lower limit of mana.

Besides, this old man is different from the people he met before, which is very interesting.

There is always an unwritten rule in the spirit world. In the face of fragile human beings, you can hit people as a last resort. The law of the weak over the strong in the spirit world will automatically fail when facing the human world. Otherwise, the lethality of the spirit world will kill humans. Will not survive until here.

It is true that Wukong is unruly, but he has never had the intention of bullying humans, except for some scum, he has dealt with it for Tian Xingdao, and the rest are mostly protection.

Wukong will not attack the old man, unless the person in front of him is too much.

——Oh, except for those two suspected fakes, they deserve to be killed.

So for that tea bowl, he just tilted his body slightly, and the tea didn't fall on him at all. Not only that, Wukong also said something extra.

"Don't hit people when you are old," Wukong looked at him and suggested sincerely, "If you don't hit yourself, you can easily get hurt."

When he said this, he really thought that there was no irony in it, it was just a suggestion, but it was not the case when it was heard by others.

"Come here!" The old man didn't hit him, but after hearing Wukong's words, he seemed to be very angry, and there was also a bit of disbelief in his anger. He slapped his palm on the table and cursed, "What? What does it look like?!"

Wukong didn't go there, he found a place and looked at him with Erlang's legs crossed.

If he doesn't beat the old man, it doesn't mean he has to be groveling. He, Sun Wukong, has no father and no mother, so he only has two masters. Where did his grandfather come from?

Although he came here to find out the truth and save people, he didn't say he had to obey the rules.

"Old man, what is this place?" Wukong asked, "By the way, he grabbed a banana from the fruit plate on the tea table, chewed it, and ate it, "Hey, who are you that six-eared macaque? "

"I just don't know what you're talking about!" The old man looked at him, covered his heart and trembled, "I don't have a grandson like you, so get out! Get out as far as you can!"

Wukong shrugged his shoulders, seeing that he was really pitifully angry, and he probably couldn't ask any other words, so he got up and was about to leave, but turned back halfway, looked at the old man and blinked.

"What are you doing?" The old man stared at him, "It's useless to apologize, I tell you, get out of here, I don't want to see you again!"

Wukong pointed to the banana on the coffee table.

The old man was still staring at him fiercely, wishing he could pop his eyes out.

Wukong waved the bunch of bananas in front of his eyes, motioned him to take them away, turned around joyfully, remembered something, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Old man, don't get too angry, it will hurt your health." , let me tell you, my master is not angry, so he can live a very long time, and you too..."

"Go away, immediately—"

Wukong hugged a bunch of bananas, sighed and closed the door, muttering as he walked: "I'm often angry, I don't live long..."

Look, he won a battle against Buddha in a majestic way, and he doesn't get angry when someone throws his tea bowl, so you should learn from his mind.

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