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

Wukong couldn't tell what the ancestor's "destiny" was, so he always thought that as long as the ancestor looked pleasing to the eye, it was called "destiny", and they all deceived them to become apprentices.

Oh... Wukong is different, he bumped into it by himself.

Wukong tapped lightly on the table with one hand, knocking Shus up and down, he was always a bit uneasy facing Wukong, probably because of himself, Wukong fell into the current situation, so he felt guilty, especially It was facing the senior brother whom he had always respected.

There is always a feeling of regret for dragging my senior brother into the water.

"Actually, there is no way to solve it." Shus swallowed, raised his head and glanced at Wukong cautiously, "If senior brother wants to go out, I can tell you the method. I know the jade pendant too well. He used it." I also know how to undo the illusion, but I am in a soul body now, so I can't use magic power, so I have to trouble my brother."

Wukong glanced at him, rubbed the center of his brows, and sighed, "It's not like that... I never worried that I would be trapped here."

Wukong is undoubtedly proud, especially in addition to possessing the abilities he relies on, he himself has never been afraid of getting hurt.

"I want to know now, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, my three subordinates, and you now, have become soul bodies, how to save them," Wukong frowned, "and... the golden cudgel, the six-eared macaque , The people who were in your room at that time, where are they now? Did they watch me disappear from the original place, or did they go to the illusion together?"

Shus stopped talking. He really didn't know how to save Jizo and those people, otherwise he wouldn't look like he was in the state of soul and body being controlled by others.

"In the past, I just wanted to find a way to save people," Wukong said, "Even though I fell to this place now, my purpose has never changed."

Shus was taken aback for a moment, then he said, "Brother...what do you want to do?"

Wukong thought for a while, stood up and turned around, and said, "I don't care about the rest... Is the golden cudgel here?"

Shus was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and said, "Didn't senior brother have a psychological connection with him?"

"I tried it," Wukong scratched his hair irritably, mentioning that this incident made him very unhappy, "but the person I sensed was not him, and that person was obviously a fake. On the back of his neck, There was also black energy, so I didn't take it out."

The Golden Hoop was never supposed to be like that anyway.

"Oh..." Shu Siqi blinked his eyes. When it came to black air, he himself was a little confused. After thinking for a while, he said, "I don't know what that black air means. Jade pendants don't have such abilities. Even people in the illusion will not have black air on the back of their necks."

Shus recalled that what he had been certain of was now a little shaken. He believed that the jade pendant would not hurt him, but he was defeated in the face of the facts. His injury has not healed yet, and the person who was killed by the jade pendant has not yet been found. method to save.

I haven't seen each other for a thousand years, and the people who were close before will change their appearance.

Shus started biting his lip, but he is in a soul body now, no matter how much he bites, he can't bleed, he can only bite more and more pale.

Wukong squinted at him, but said nothing.

"But...brother, you can go out now," Shu Siqi stood up, shook his head, and suggested, "It's not difficult anyway."

Wukong thought for a while, but he didn't agree. He shook his head and said, "If the way to save you can be found in the illusion, then I'm going out now, and I can't come back. Isn't it halfway?"

"But it's not necessarily true," Shus said, "My brother and I are not sure that we can find a solution here."

"Apart from this, what else can we do?" Wukong snorted, "Going back is just waiting, or take the initiative to find your old friend's jade pendant, but we have no clue, the only point is on you, but You don't know anything.

Staying here, on the contrary, has a little more chances. Even if no solution can be found, this is still an illusion left by the jade pendant. Finding him by following the clues is easier than going back and bumping headlong. "

It's not that Wukong has never encountered such things as illusions before. For him, this thing is much easier to understand than formations. There are some methods that he knows without Shusqi mentioning.

Illusions are sometimes the same as formations, as long as the strength is strong enough, it can be broken through with spiritual sense.

——This is also one of the reasons for Wukong's doubts. If Ksitigarbha entered the illusion, relying on his spiritual knowledge, it would only take a few minutes to break through the illusion.

"I want to stay here," Wukong knocked on the table and made a decision, "I don't want the child to be unable to trap the wolf."

Shus blinked his eyes, forced out a smile, swept away the previous anxiety and uneasiness, and said, "Anyway, I want to follow the senior brother."

Shus took off his white clothes and shook them. After a while, he didn't enter the fan. After the word "Si Qi" flashed, it turned into a blood-red color again. It was very uncomfortable to look at. .

Wukong felt that this should be a sign that the injury was not healed, but he couldn't save it by himself. None of the elixir on his body could be used on the fan, but judging by Shus's face, he probably didn't have any serious problems.

Shus thought that the degree of solidification of the soul and body could catch up with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Wukong took off the fan and stuffed it back into his pocket, looked at the blood stains on his body and the carpet, waved his hand casually, and the blood stained place returned to its original clean appearance.

——Professional level can make cleaning staff all over the world kneel on the ground and sing "No".

When Wukong opened the door, the door leaf was facing outwards. The corridor here was so narrow that it was a bit outrageous. Wukong didn't hold back his hand, and there was a "slap" as if he had hit something.

After a while, someone screamed, and then cursed.

"What bastard! Get out of here! Did you just let you in this place?"

When Wukong came out of the room, he felt that he had bumped into someone, but when he saw the person's face, he was quite surprised: "Oh, the old man is you."

His cheap "grandfather" who had just left and now came back, Wukong now recalls, only remembers this angry scolding and the Haida tea bowls thrown around.

The old man covered his face and looked at him in disbelief, and said angrily, "Why are you still here!"

Wukong touched his nose and said, "Sorry, I just wanted to come..."

"Get out! Get out immediately!" Before Wukong finished speaking, the man stared at his eyes as big as copper bells, wishing to gouge a piece of meat off Wukong's face, "I don't have a grandson like you! Met you Nothing good will happen!"

Wukong swallowed the three words "ask me the way" in an instant, turned around and left, even though he really didn't know how to get around in this ghost place so as not to get lost.

When two grumpy people meet together, they can't even say a word, let alone when they have conflicts.

When walking around the corner, Wukong still paused for a while, and quietly cast a spell. The old man's face was originally bruised and purple, but now it has basically disappeared.

After all, it was caused by himself. Even if he didn't deal with the old man, he would not bully humans.

Buddha's power is a great tonic for human beings, and it is not difficult to heal a not deep wound.The old man stood there in a daze and touched his face. It was only a moment, and he hadn't even reacted yet.

"See... hell." He muttered.

Wukong has come a long way.

When he went upstairs, he just stared at the black air on the back of the six-eared macaque's neck, and didn't pay attention to where the stairs were. Wukong walked around in the gut-like corridor for a long time before he found the place at a corner that could only accommodate one person. Small wooden stairs to pass.

Going downstairs, Wukong can meet the busy servants, and when he sees him coming down, he respectfully calls him "Master".

Wukong waved his hand and asked, "Where are the Golden Cudgel and Six Ears? I need to find them."

The maid looked at him suspiciously.

It was only then that Wukong realized that this was an illusion, and naturally it couldn't be the same as his original cognition. He thought for a long time before he remembered that Liu Er called him "brother".

"Then... where is my brother?" Wukong stumbled, especially when the word "brother" was mentioned, his face showed a bit of embarrassment, "Where is he? Take me to find him."

"You mean Second Young Master?" The maid responded, "He left."

Wukong frowned, then asked, "Where did you go?"

The maid lowered her head and said, "We have no right to ask about the master's whereabouts. I just saw the second young master go out. I really don't know about the rest."

Wukong glanced at her, didn't say anything more, nodded, then remembered something, and said, "Take me back to my room."

Since I decided to stay here to find an answer, I must find out where I live, and I can't just go around for a long time like before and find a place to rest.

The maid walked ahead, and Wukong followed him, noting all the paths along the way.

The second floor is much better than the third floor, there are not many rooms, and the road is easy to remember.Wukong's room looks quite big, and it has everything he needs, but for Wukong, he doesn't know how to use most of these modern things—the only things he can use flexibly are the light switch and the faucet in the bathroom. Just two basic things.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, Wukong walked there and glanced down through the glass.

He seems to understand why rich people like to build their houses on high places. His house has a good view. Although it is halfway up the mountain, there is no obstruction when looking down through the glass.

Below the mountain is the city, full of traffic and high-rise buildings. When standing here and looking down, there is always a feeling of looking down on all sentient beings.

——But Dou Shengfo is not an ordinary person, he only took one look, and then moved his eyes away.

He never relied on this illusory height difference to look down on all living beings.As early as thousands of years ago, he had already stood at a height that ordinary people could not reach.

Sitting on the bed, Wukong casually waved at the apples on the coffee table. The fruit basket that had been motionless suddenly broke through the gravity of the earth and flew over, landing firmly beside Wukong.

Wukong, who was eating an apple, took out the fan from his pocket, Shus shook his white soul body a few times, and rubbed against Wukong's fingers affectionately.

Wukong smiled, but Shusqi is now in the state of a soul, and he doesn't feel anything when rubbed against him. However, compared to Ksitigarbha and the others who need ice coffins and ice rooms to preserve their bodies, Shusqi is much less troublesome.

Anyway, the fan will not rot.

The author has something to say: I have not updated for a few days because of the three-dimensional thing, I will make up the QAQ in these few days