Because he had been running around under the name of Sun Wukong, he was obviously seen through by Tang Seng again, and Yi Hong was actually a little guilty.

So when you speak with a bit of a joking tone, it seems that it is not so polite.

The purpose is to inspire Tang Monk: If you have any ideas, just put them out and do it, don’t stumble.

But Tang Seng obviously didn't care about his attitude. He still said calmly in the face of Yi Hong's joke:

"Bajie is simple in his mind and is not a person who responds to the disaster. You can know less if you know less."

Yi Hong frowned: "Bajie told me that what kind of immortals and gods are like, are you sure I am the one who responds to the disaster?"

Tang Monk nodded: "It seems that it must be you now."

At this time, Taoist Hongfeng interrupted and asked Yi Hong: "How did you achieve the physical body and mortal fetus, but did not possess magic power, but inherit the power of the Great Saint?"

Yi Hong shook his head: "To be honest, I don't know either. I have traveled through time for no reason, and I was chosen to participate in the copy of the Forbidden Land forbidden Land for some reason. Then along the way, I became what I am today. The reason I chose to inherit Sun Wukong was because he was the idol of my original world and I was familiar with him."

After he finished speaking, a brief silence fell into the hall.

Xu Wai, Tang Monk spoke again: "The Buddha said: Is it the previous concentration when drinking and rinsing? Orchids and frosting fruits must have a cause. Since the donor has obtained the inheritance of my disciple, he also bears his cause and effect. The way of heaven has its own fixed number, whether it is a donor or Wukong, since he is a person who responds to the disaster, he must have the opportunity to belong to you, and the donor does not have to worry about this."

Listening to your words is better than a few words. Yi Hong felt that Tang Seng’s words were mysterious and seemed to make sense, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no real information, which was equivalent to not saying anything.

"Master, I am a little educated, don't lie to me. Say it is real, I don't understand what you say."

Tang Monk smiled indifferently, looked at Yi Hong and said, "Then you can understand. Donor, have you ever remembered me?"

"I don't remember. Why, have we seen each other?"

"In the Dongtu Continent, the donor once held disciple etiquette to an old monk and took care of Zhouquan. On his day of his death, he even built a tomb and erected a monument. Did the donor forget?"

Yi Hong blinked and thought to himself, "Is there any more?", and then, the scene of meeting the old monk in the Dongtu Continent gradually came to his mind.

He suddenly realized and remembered a lot of things in an instant, as if they had happened yesterday, and as if they had experienced it for a long time.

"That old monk, is it you?" Yi Hong asked uncertainly.

"It's me, but it's not me."

Saying it means not saying it.

Yi Hong is so hard to chat with a monk?

Seeing him showing doubts, the Taoist Hongfeng beside him said in an unfriendly tone: "That is Master Xuanzang, this is Sandalwood Merit Buddha. Do you don't understand this?"

I understand your sister.

By the way, why is this girl so unfriendly?

Yi Hong asked dumbly: "Master Xuanzang? Is there any difference between Sandalwood Merit Buddha?"

"The Buddha's Dharma is all appearances, and the sentient beings are all appearances. Xuanzang is a poor monk, and the poor monk is also Xuanzang; Xuanzang is not a poor monk, and the poor monk is not Xuanzang. Whether it is Xuanzang or a poor monk, they all have a deep connection with the donor. The donor wants to see the mountain, and the mountain is the mountain, and if you want to see the water, the water is the water. Amitabha Buddha."

Having said that, Yi Hong was already a little irritable.

He thought of the Tang Monk in the Westward Journey, and at this moment, he actually had an impulse.

I just wanted to hold Tang Seng down, pull out his intestines, strangle his neck, raise his hand and fall to make the whole world quiet.

"If what you said is of little use, it will not be useless at all!" Yi Hong complained.

"A fool! Vulgar! You are the only one who sticks to monkey hair is not the great saint!" Taoist Hongfeng mocked Yi Hong, and was not polite.

Forget it... With your beautiful figure, I won't hit you.

Yi Hong forced the urge to beat someone. Regardless of the relationship between Tang Monk or Xuanzang, he stood up directly, hugged Taoist Hongfeng and Tang Monk, bowed deeply, and said:

"To be honest, I have recently found that my memories are always in chaos, and some things are forgotten completely, while some people and things that have been extremely old appear in front of me from time to time. I don't know why, can the two masters help me solve it?"

After speaking, Yi Hong took out the golden cudgel and looked at Tang Monk with a very unkind look.

The meaning is very obvious. If you talk well, I will hit someone if you talk nonsense.

Tang Monk smiled indifferently, raised his hand and pointed to the chair: "Don't worry about some minor illnesses. Don't sit down first, don't get angry."

He smiled very well, but unfortunately he opened his mouth.

Yi Hong did not sit down immediately, looked at the two of them, and did not speak, expressing protest silently.

Anyway, I respect you. If you can help me, please help me. If you can’t help me, I will turn my head and leave.

"Haha, this temper is like a stinky monkey." Taoist Hongfeng complained.

He continued, "Your master did not lie to you. The Buddha has ten thousand forms. The Master Xuanzang you met in the East Land Continent is just a Dharma image in the world. So it was him, not him. The heavenly court changed in a flash, and the passages were all closed. Your master also sensed the rituals of your disciples after Master Xuanzang's Dharma body passed away."

OK, this time I’m much clearer, girls’ words are indeed easier to understand than old monks.

Yi Hong nodded and then sat back in his seat.

Taoist Hongfeng continued, "As for the things that you say that your memory is confused, it is probably related to your life experience. Let me ask you, I can count the world, Bu Tianji, but I can't count your past and present life. What do you feel about yourself? Also, what's going on with time travel you just mentioned?"

Yi Hong took a sip of tea and recalled with a fascination: "I was originally just an ordinary person, from the earth. Later, for some reason, I arrived at Blue Star, that day..."

Bar, bar,...

"That's it, I met two of you here."

Yi Hong roughly told the two of them about his experiences along the way.

In the Zhanfeng Hall, he fell into silence for a moment.

Tang Monk closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the chair, with his left hand fixed the seal on his chest, his right hand fixed the seal on the ground, his red lips slightly opened, and he was silently chanting something.

The Taoist Hongfeng drew circles his hands on his chest, a bit like the gesture of Tai Chi, with purple air swaying around his body, and his chest trembling, which was spectacular.
Chapter completed!