"Maybe it was to kill me." Tang Luo said with a smile.

This I refer to Tang Monk.

"'You're dead." Sun Wukong also laughed.

He seemed to think of what his expression would look like when he really came to the Great Leiyin Temple in the West and Buddha Ru saw that Tang Seng was not Tang Seng.

The sky is dim and the night is gradually coming.

The temperature around suddenly dropped to the point where the breath turned into a ball of white air, and abnormal coldness spread from the ground.

"Let's rest." Tang Luo said.

Sun Wukong turned around: "Rest?"

"Yes, it's almost evening." Tang Luo said, "I'm tired, of course I have to rest."

Sun Wukong opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, just let it go if the useless monk in the past rests and sleeps.

If you don’t give that guy a rest, you may not be able to live for three days in such a place.

Now, Tang Xuanzang, can you smash a mountain with one punch, and you actually say you want to rest when you are tired?

The darkness and low temperatures around you are nothing to you!

You can overturn this place even if you breathe.

"Okay." Sun Wukong said reluctantly, "I'll go begging for alms now."

Of course, he had to eat when he was resting. Generally speaking, Sun Wukong was responsible for begging for alms. Zhu Wuneng made a small wooden house on the spot and spent the night like this.

In addition, the monk did not allow the three monsters and the white dragon horse to enter the cabin to avoid being scared in the middle of the night.

This is a precedent. When Tang Monk fell asleep, Sun Wukong stood by and watched. He woke up in the middle of the night and was almost scared to death on the spot.

From then on, they were sleeping and stopped letting them enter the house and waited outside.

No matter what danger you have, you won’t be scared.

"No need to beg for alms." Tang Luo stopped Sun Wukong's actions.

When he was Journey to the West, Sun Wukong rarely asked him to beg for alms. Can the vegetarian rice given by ordinary people have natural wild game?

Many times, Sun Wukong would pick some fruits, sour and sweet, as a dessert after cooking.

Everyone was so happy to eat.

Zhu Bajie sighed repeatedly that he had meat to eat with his master, but Sha Wujing had a bitter face, and was struggling with difficulties between respecting his teacher and abiding by the rules.

Only then did Sun Wukong remember that this person was not that monk, and it was no problem to eat Feng and drink Lu.

At the same time, I secretly hated in my heart. When will it be his habit to beg for the monk?

He is the Monkey King, not a dog.

"Master, do you want to build a wooden house?" Zhu Wuneng asked.

"We bring it to you." Zhu Bajie smiled and took out the Cursed House and put it in the open space in the forest.

"Good magic weapon." Zhu Wuneng praised it.

"There is another one, I don't know what it will be, it depends on luck." Zhu Bajie took out the food cube, restored it, and made a delicious dish.

Everyone eats it with them, which is considered to taste the taste and have a taste.

Not to fill your stomach.

Several people entered the Curse House. Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and emitted a slight fierce aura that made Xiaoqian and Kawakami tremble.

Zhu Wuneng pulled him obscurely.

Why are you so fierce in other people? If you don’t accept anything, others will beat you down.

"I'll go outside and guard it." Sun Wukong turned his head and was about to leave.

"No, just have a good rest tonight." Tang Luo said, not taking it seriously.

"I don't need a rest." Sun Wukong stammered his neck.

Tang Luo looked at Sun Wukong: "You are so bald, don't you need a rest?"

"..." Sun Wukong almost grabbed a handful of hair from his head again.

"Don't be stubborn." Zhu Bajie said with a smile, "Master has seen you and thought of our senior brother. He is so gentle."

"gentle?"

Sun Wukong suspected that the pig had a problem with his brain or had not yet opened his mind. Do you think this demon monk is gentle?

"You don't understand, the master is best at physical and diligence." Zhu Bajie said, "I rarely speak reason. If you don't believe me, please ask Xiaobailong."

Ao Yulie glanced at Tang Luo and found that he had gone upstairs and whispered: "Master's physical transformation is very strong! I converted to my Buddha like this. According to the general situation, when you just said 'I don't need a rest', the master would gently stroke your dog's head and say: 'No, you need it.' Then beat you half to death and give you a good rest."

"Now I just pointed out that you are so tired that you are bald, so you are so gentle!"

"You are so proud of your senior brother! Monkey!"

As he was talking, Ao Yulie suddenly shook his dragon body, waiting, if he was not the first to see his master.

But when the master appears again after he "sees things and thinks of others", do you not have to practice hard and concentrate on being a salted dragon?

"Don't think about it." Zhu Bajie saw through Ao Yulie's thoughts at a glance, "Maybe Master will think that you may end up like the white dragon, throwing you out as long as you don't die."

When Ao Yulie thought of this possibility, he suddenly felt solemn: "Don't worry, Brother Second, I will catch up with your progress soon!"

The words were so loud that it was obviously for Tang Luo to hear it.

"You are very interested, it's great. Check your progress in half a month." Tang Luo's voice came.

Ao Yulie suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie said in his mouth: "No need to thank you."

"I...you..." Ao Yulie's fingers were shaking, and then he simply sat cross-legged and practiced all night at night.

This posture is the most advantageous.

This world is full of vitality, and it is also a good place to practice.

"Please please, please tell Xiaoqian and Kawakami if you have any instructions, but don't scare them. They are magic weapons and spirits. I can't control you if they scare you." After Zhu Bajie said that, he entered the study with a smile.

Zhu Wuneng and Sun Wukong came to the corner of the living room to sit down, and there was nothing needed.

Each sit down and practice.

The Cursed House was quiet, only the dim light was projected from the window, and the shadow of the Cursed House fell on the clearings in the forest in the dark.

It feels a bit full of ghosts.

The Pingding Mountains are obviously not a good place. After Tang Luo and the others set off on the road again, they have already walked out of the battlefield between him and Sun Wukong.

Today, this area is a primitive place of "pure natural and pollution-free".

The night became darker, and the surrounding temperature dropped again and again, and the dewdrops on the low grass even condensed into frost.

A voice that seemed to be crying came from the forest.

Real ghosts floated out of the forest and came with frost.

There were a lot of people, at least hundreds, slowly surrounding them. The trees near the Curse House were covered with white frost, and some plants had withered.

Sun Wukong in the living room opened his eyes and showed a grim smile: "Where did the little ghost come from? How dare you act rashly?"

He had a bad temper and was beaten by Tang Luo today. He had all kinds of thoughts in his heart. Now demons and monsters are coming to his door, which is just right for the "tooth-beating sacrifice".

However, before Sun Wukong could stand up, the window upstairs seemed to have opened and something was thrown out.

The sound of "slap" falling to the ground can be clearly heard in the dark night where the sound of insects has disappeared.

Sun Wukong stood up, and a real light flashed in his eyes. Through the Curse House, he saw a black booklet thrown to the ground.

The aura emitted from the booklet made him a little familiar with it.

Suddenly, the black brochure opened itself, and a thick darkness appeared around it, making it impossible to see the existence of the brochure.

The crisp sound was like rain.

The chain spread out from the void and rolled towards the evil ghosts who had been around. In a blink of an eye, the chain was retracted.

All the evil spirits were swallowed into the booklet.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Zhu Wuneng was already standing by the window.

"I think it's a bit like a book of life and death..." Sun Wukong said.

"Even if it is really another group of 'wesome' in another world." Zhu Wuneng said, "Life and Death Book, were they stolen from the Underworld and the Hall of Hell?"

After saying this, Zhu Wuneng blinked himself, his face slightly strange.

It seems that it is not impossible to recall the style of these people!

The surrounding ghosts swept away, and the darkness around the book of Life and Death also disappeared without a trace.

"There are many unjust souls in this Pingding Mountain Range." Tang Luo's voice came from the upper floor.
To be continued...