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

People used to say that Wukong had a bad temper, but now Wukong felt that his temper couldn't be better.

Look at that old man, he was so angry for throwing things around without saying a few words. In contrast, Wukong really felt that he was already humble and polite. In order not to hurt people's lives, he endured for a long time without doing anything.

--Really?Are you sure empty?Are you really so good-tempered that you won't hit others casually?

Kneeling and begging the male god to speak with his conscience.

But soon the retribution for lying came. He opened the door with a banana in his arms. There was no one outside the door. The six ears and the golden cudgel were all gone. This place is quite big, and I don’t know why. The room on the third floor There are many, the aisle is narrow, Wukong made a detour, trying to find a place to sit down, but in the end he went back to the original room.

Look, there are banana peels he dropped on the ground.

Wukong had no choice but to push the door open again, wanting to ask the angry old man where his room was. He was ready to hide the tea bowl, but there was no one in the room. There was more than half of the tea left, steaming alone.

Walking so fast, the old man is so angry, shouldn't he take a break?

Wukong muttered, just about to turn around and leave, when he lowered his head, he found that his white shirt pocket was wet with blood.

That was the pocket where he put his fan.

Wukong immediately stopped in his tracks, closed the door with a bang, and scanned the surroundings with his consciousness. After making sure that there was no one else, he carefully took out the fan and returned it to its original state.

For some reason, more blood oozes from the lower left corner of the "Si" area. It was only a small area before, but now it has dyed a large area of ​​Wukong's chest red, which is so bright that it is extremely eye-catching.

When Wukong took out the fan, the blood on the fan surface dripped down along the seam of the fan bone, and almost dripped onto his feet.

Wukong was taken aback. He was at a loss what to do with the fan. He thought it was serious enough just now, but he couldn't control the development of the matter in a blink of an eye.

Wukong can only fight by himself, and his kung fu can't save people.

He really had no choice, the blood left on the fan flowed out in a short time, without any intention of stopping, Wukong gritted his teeth, smashed the jar, and a golden light passed towards the fan.

This golden light is different from the previous aggressive golden light. It has a gentle attribute, and most of the mixture is pure spiritual power. It has no "rescue" effect, only "replenishment" effect.

Wukong doesn't know if it will work, but he can only come up with this way at the moment.

The desperately flowing blood seemed to have stopped. It was hard to see the bleeding on the fan. It was so thin that the paper didn’t know where the blood came from. Wukong stared closely and finally saw it. a little.

A steady stream of golden light was transmitted to the fan. Wukong had pills in his hand, but the fan had no mouth, and he couldn’t swallow the medicine. Seeing that the golden light was useful, Wukong could only rely on this method to save Shu Siqi. His spiritual power Almost half of it was passed to the fan.

The red blood stains on the fan seemed to be drying. Wukong didn't know that his golden light had the effect of drying, but it didn't bleed anymore, so it was probably all right.

Wukong sat down on the rattan chair next to him, thin sweat was already forming on his forehead, not only because of the consumption of mana, but also because he was really helpless with a fan, and saving people was not something he was good at after all. .

The blood flowing from the fan extended from the door frame all the way to Wukong's feet. The room was covered with a light-colored carpet, and the blood was winding like a snake.

Wukong took a look and frowned.

He wants to leave this room, after all, is this his place, someone will come in at any time, Wukong is not afraid of trouble, he is afraid of solving trouble.

Human beings, for spirit beings, are a source of trouble most of the time.

"Senior brother..." The thin voice came out suddenly, the volume was not loud, but it was very obvious in this silent room, and naturally it couldn't escape Wukong's ears.

He stopped in his footsteps, he didn't expect that the efficacy of his golden light was beyond his imagination.

Wukong glanced at his hand subconsciously, and called out tentatively: "Si Qi?"

"……it's me."

The boy's figure emerged from the fan, with a pale face, and forced a smile towards Wukong, but he was very small, only the size of Wukong's palm, dressed in white and plain, as if he was dead.

If it weren't for Wukong's piercing eyes, he would never be able to see the expression on his fingernail-sized face.

Shusqi doesn't like clothes that are too white. His taste is the same as that of his ancestors. He wears that kind of Taoist robe that has been washed yellow, and he has hardly changed it for so many years.

But this time it was changed, the white robe was not the one he liked to wear before, his hair was also loose, Wukong's eyes flashed slightly, he almost didn't recognize such a Shusqi.

"What's wrong with you?" Goku asked.

Shu Si smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said: "Senior brother also guessed that I was originally a fan, right?"

Wukong didn't deny it and nodded.

"I begged the ancestors to put a restriction on me, hiding my origin, so my brother couldn't see it before." Shu Siqi lowered his eyes slightly, "Actually, something will happen at this time, and I didn't expect it."

Wukong looked at him and suddenly asked: "The Jade Emperor asked me to ask for a fan from my ancestor. When I saw your fan for the first time, I wondered if it was the one the Jade Emperor was looking for...Siqi , tell me, are you?"

Shu Siqi gritted his teeth and said, "It's me."

Wukong looked at him, a little panic and fear appeared on his little bun face, and he didn't dare to look up at himself.

"As expected," Wukong smiled at him, he wanted to touch Shusqi's head, but his fingers passed through his body, "I won't give you to him."

Go back on your word, the younger brother naturally has his own consciousness, whether he is willing to follow the Jade Emperor or not depends on himself, as a senior brother, he has to be reasonable.

As for the Jade Emperor, let's talk about it later.

Shu Siqi raised his head, looked at him with flickering eyes, and there was a bit of surprise in those eyes, and said, "Senior brother, don't you dislike me?"

"Why do you dislike you?" Wukong said with a smile, "You are still my junior after all."

Shus seemed a little excited to hear this answer. His small figure swayed on the fan a few times, looked up and down for a while, but seemed to think of something again, and slowly fell silent.

"Brother, did you enter a strange place...that is, everyone you know has changed," Shu Siqi glanced at him cautiously, then turned around and looked around. It was obviously a strange scene, which made him With a wry smile, "Sure enough..."

Wukong looked at his expression, and remembered that he was looking at this fan before he landed in this place, and asked, "Do you know something?"

"Of course I know," Shuschi sighed, "It's still my fault. If my brother didn't touch me at that time, I wouldn't have fallen into such a situation."

Wukong didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he couldn't ignore it when he saw something happened to his junior brother.If this is really a catastrophe, he will do the same even if he goes back.

But, why didn't Shu Si know about it, and he didn't tell him about it?They lived together, and he didn't hide anything about General Ba or Ksitigarbha.

"Brother, did you want to ask me why I didn't tell you before?" Shus asked him, with a little guilt in his eyes, "I didn't think he would come here. He... didn't have such ability."

"who is he?Do you mean black air?

"Why did the things I encountered differ from what the Ksitigarbha and I said?" Wukong frowned and asked him, what did Shu Siqi know, which made Wukong relax a little bit, and he explained all his doubts by the way. Said it out, "There are two fake ones here, where are the real golden cudgel and six ears? Also, what the hell is that black air?"

Shus frowned, and said, "I thought brother knew."

"what?"

"That black air," Shus glanced at him, "Senior Brother, since he knows that I am the Jade Emperor's fan and that the Jade Emperor will come to look for me, why don't you not know what that black air is?"

Wukong is a little confused, is there any necessary connection between them?

Just as Shu Siqi was about to answer, he also seemed surprised, but was interrupted by Wukong's sudden movement.

Sun Wukong poked Shu Siqi's body with his finger, but missed, his finger pierced through. Even though Shu Siqi's soul body was solid, he was still a fragile soul body.

he died.

Wukong quickly came to his senses, he immediately put aside the question he asked earlier, and said, "Did you also meet the same thing as General Ba and the others?"

Shu Siqi looked at him, shook his head and said: "I know what brother is thinking, but I am a fan. To be precise, I will not die."

Wukong looked at him, he was waiting for an explanation.

"Brother, you don't have to worry too much." Shu Si smiled at him as if suddenly thinking of something, "Can you still use your mana, brother?"

Goku nodded.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not wrong, it's just that the brother has not felt it, and the current six ears and the golden cudgel are not necessarily fake," Shu Si said, "It's also fortunate that the brother didn't use any tricks to give them away. Killed."

Wukong shrugged, he really wanted to do this at first, just because the black energy stopped.

"Go on."

Shus straightened up, sat on the fan, and looked at him with his bun face propped up. Half of the fan was covered with blood. He didn't seem to notice, and then said to Wukong: "But senior brother took me, It is also a blessing in misfortune.”

"How to say?"

"It won't hurt me," Schuss laughed, "never."

It's not convincing at all to say that you are sitting on a bloody fan and wearing a dead body white.

Wukong raised his forehead.

The author has something to say: Xiao Zha: Wukong, look at you throwing banana peels!

Wukong: Little scum, look at your integrity!

Little Slag: ...

Wukong: still has credibility

Xiao Zha: Kneel down

By the way, I read Wenwen yesterday, except for the bad writing, the first copy is really sorry Wukong QAQ

I just want to kneel on the ground and sing Conquest... Oh no, I'm sorry I love you QAQ

That's right, one more thing, the editor said that the articles on the list cannot be exempted from the upper limit, so it will be delayed for a while, QAQ apologizes