"Maruko, Grandpa told you that Grandpa was very strong when he was young."

"Catch a 'half of Sun Wukong' in one hand, grab his tail and lift him up, just like this..."

For some reason, when I grabbed this half of Sun Wukong, such a picture suddenly appeared in Yang Que's mind.

As he was old, he boasted about his "glorious deeds" of the past to his descendants.

"Calm down." Yang Que put down half of Sun Wukong and said to the Xiaotian Dog.

"He is only half left, how can I calm down!"

Xiaotian Dog is very excited, this is Sun Wukong!

The Monkey King, the Battle of the Buddha, is not a cat or a dog.

"It's only half. For a strong man of this level, it's not normal to separate himself. Just treat it as a special clone." Yang Que put down half of Sun Wukong.

It can be seen that half of Sun Wukong was cut off in half and had no upper body.

The fracture is very flat, and the wound is not flesh and blood, but a dark gold color, which looks a bit chaotic.

If you touch it, it feels like you are touching a stone, hard and cold.

At least Yang Que could not leave any traces on it even if he tried harder.

Yang Que doesn't know what will happen if he uses all his strength, and he won't try it casually.

"What's going on with him? Didn't he move just now?" Xiaotian Dog calmed down a little.

"I don't know, it seems that it won't move after the vibration. Wait a minute, I'll go and take a look." Yang Que walked to the pit that he had just smashed out and pulled it with a wooden stick twice.

No one discovered Sun Wukong's upper body.

Just as he was about to say something, Yang Que suddenly heard a very light voice coming from outside.

"Go, listen. Have you heard any sound?" Yang Que said.

"What?" Xiaotian Dog temporarily put down half of Sun Wukong, walked over and listened.

After a while, Xiaotian’s dog’s face changed color: “This is…”

"What?"

"This language can be regarded as the mainstream language of the Three Realms." The three realms mentioned by Xiaotian Dog are naturally the "original place" that the group of gods have given up.

“What are you talking about?”

"I'm talking about my poor disciple, I died as soon as I came out..." Xiaotian Dog's face looked strange.

Yang Que also had a strange expression because he had just one sentence.

Shanhai Book Pages have completed the "simultaneous translation", allowing him to vaguely hear what was lamenting outside.

“Go out and have a look.”

Yang Que made a quick decision and went back to put the motionless half of Sun Wukong into the cave heaven of the mountains and seas, then returned here and tapped it out with a stick.

The Xiaotian Dog was helping. In less than two minutes, one person and one dog had already dug out a passage to lead to the outside world.

The mountain is not as thick as imagined, leaving only a "shallow" layer that blocks the outside world.

Without saying a word, Yang Que pulled out with a stick, the rock wall in front of him shattered and light shone in.

Squinted my eyes and adapted to the outside light.

Yang Que saw a monk wearing a yellowish, dirty monk's robe and windy journey, sitting next to him and staring at him in a daze.

Under the tree not far away, there was a white horse with no visible color, and there were many salutes immediately.

Had the swelling that a horse shouldn't have.

And at the feet of this monk, there is also a monkey's body.

The monkey looks very handsome, just motionless, just like he is dead.

He instantly entered the information display mode, and no information was displayed. Yang Que confirmed that the monk's feet were not a living creature and he was dead.

"Who are you?" the monk looked at Yang Que and stammered.

Yang Que was silent for a moment and suddenly spoke, "Master, I am Wukong, look at my stick."

"..." The monk was not stupid and pointed to the corpse on the ground, "You are Wukong, so who is he?"

"Oh, this is the thing. Master, look at me being pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years." Yang Que opened his mouth, "The body has actually been damaged. It is the shell of my cicada shed. Now this is my real brand new body."

“…”

The monk wanted to speak but stopped, thinking that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"Master, after hearing the Bodhisattva's words, come here to save me and ask me to escort you to the West to obtain the scriptures, right?" Yang Que said.

"Yes." The monk, or Tang Monk, nodded.

"That's right." Yang Que continued to fool, "Look at the 'people' who were designated by the Bodhisattva to protect you, how could they be so weak and die so easily?"

It seems to make some sense.

Tang Monk couldn't help but nodded.

"This is just a cicada shed." Yang Que walked over, used a wooden stick to break the monkey's body.

Seeing the corpse weathered into pieces, Tang Seng finally began to believe Yang Que's words: "So, are you really my disciple Sun Wukong?"

"It's like a fake one." Yang Que's voice was firm, and he almost believed the Xiaotian Dog in the dynamics of the mountains and seas.

"Hu..." Tang Seng breathed a long sigh, "Okay, okay, as long as you're fine."

He looks like a good monk.

"Master, then let's go on the road now?" Yang Que went straight to the point.

At this time, you cannot let the other party think deeply.

"It's getting late, so let's find a place to rest." Tang Seng said.

"No need to find a place." Yang Que shook his head, "Master, do you know my previous identity?"

"Previous identity?"

"Yes, I used to be the Great Saint of Monkey King Sun Wukong. Five hundred years ago, the peerless monster who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and killed a stick from the South Heaven Gate to the Lingxiao Palace was me." Yang Que said with a passionate tone, "For me, there is no such thing as sleeping in the open."

"Ah?" Tang Monk opened his mouth slightly.

"Come on, Master, don't resist. I will take you to my blessings in the world, where there is a house to live." Yang Que reached out and pressed his hand on Tang Monk's shoulder.

"Wait, wait." Tang Seng waved his hands repeatedly.

One after another, things happened too suddenly and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"Master, I am a god." Yang Que said, "Don't treat me like an ordinary monkey. Having a body-like cave heaven and blessed land is the basic operation."

"But, we're leaving, what should the horse do?" Tang Seng looked at the white horse who couldn't see the color.

"It's okay, the world of blessings is very big. I'll bring it in later. Master, please relax, just like you usually meditate and recite scriptures, calm your mind down.

"The so-called nothing is originally, where can dust be caused? Master, your heart is confused, please calm down."

Tang Monk looked a little embarrassed, but he still sat down and recited a few verses, and soon calmed down completely.

It has a very high-spirited demeanor.

Yang Que tried to take it into the cave heaven of mountains and seas, and succeeded in one fell swoop, which shows that the other party did not have any idea of ​​resistance.

After half of Sun Wukong took in the person suspected of Tang Monk. Yang Que walked to the white horse and comforted the somewhat uneasy white horse.

In the mountains and sea caves, Tang Monk looked at the snow under his feet and the surrounding scenery.

No, what about the blessings of the cave? Is it okay to not sleep in the open?

Why did you suddenly run to the snowy mountain?

This is to freeze to death!
Chapter completed!