[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 80 Untitled

The back mountain of Hongfu Temple has always been a clean place where no one goes, but now it is surrounded by thousands of monsters of all sizes.

Wukong pulled the curtain and wanted to go to the sky, but the simple and simple bell behind them shook with a "hum" and flew out of the pavilion, standing in midair, so Wukong fell down from midair.

Wukong retreated into the pavilion, looked up at the clear blue sky, and shouted to the false Xuanzang: "You have the ability to appear yourself! What kind of a man is hiding and sending these little monsters to block me! You are the forbidden air!" It's useless! They can't stop me!"

After finishing speaking, he said to the curtain roll, "You try to lean closer to me", and then raised the stick to deal with the demons rushing into the pavilion.

After several days of beating monsters with low quantity and high quality, Wukong almost forgot the feeling of being surrounded by raging monsters.His strength cannot be considered strong, if he hits with a stick, seven or eight of those ordinary little monsters will die, but for a group of close to tens of thousands of monsters, this number is really too small.

Lian Juan was also beating and beating there with the demon subduing staff. Although the main target of the monsters was not him, he could only sit and protect himself under the impact of the monsters, and could not help at all.

Even though Wukong felt that his strength was extraordinary, under the impact of almost endless monsters, after fighting for an hour, he gradually began to feel tired.However, there seemed to be almost no shortage of monsters in the four directions.

"Why are there so many!" Wukong knocked down a dozen monsters with one stick, and felt a surge of strength spread to him, but mentally he felt more and more tired.

"Red hair, can you still hold on?" In the midst of his busy schedule, he remembered that he seemed to be carrying an oil bottle, and asked back.

From the direction blocked by the monster came the subtle voice of the curtain: "It's okay! I can hold on for a while. By the way, I have a name, you can call me the curtain."

"Okay!" Wukong yelled to him while beating the monster through several layers of monster heads, "Then you take care of yourself!"

Thirty feet away, the curtain rolled around by several monsters twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling speechless at this guy's rude behavior.

"I can't stand it anymore! Help, help!!!" The curtain at the other end cried out.

This guy knows a lot about that fake Xuanzang, and if he wants to save Xuanzang, he still has to pry information from him. Now he must not be allowed to die.Wukong could only walk towards him against the heavy attacks of monsters.

"Why are you so weak!" Wukong pushed away an insect monster that was pressing on the curtain roll and biting him with a stick, "You should show some skills!"

"With so many monsters surrounding me, I'm no match for two fists!" Lian Juan hurriedly crawled behind him.

Wukong had no choice but to go around him and beat the surrounding monsters away.

To protect another person, Wukong's pressure is even greater.Gradually, the range in which he swung the golden cudgel became smaller and smaller, and the speed also became slower and slower.

The curtain roll also noticed.

"You, what's going on! Hey, hurry up and fight! Another monster is coming here!" Before Wukong had time to turn his head, Lian Juan had no choice but to use his nursing skills to beat the monster down by himself.

"Noisy, what's the noise! ​​Aren't I fighting!" Wukong tried his best to defeat a wave of monsters rushing up, jumped onto the stone table in the pavilion and looked down the mountain, only to find that the monsters were still endless, gathering up the mountain continuously.

"Why is there no end to this monster?" He swung his stick with difficulty, feeling that he was tense to the extreme, "I have been fighting for so long, and I didn't kill tens of thousands, but I also killed seven or eight thousand. Why is it still not at all?" Looks like a few! How many monsters are coming!"

"Well, you don't know, right? The holy fish can keep resurrecting the monsters you killed." Fanjuan suddenly thought, "It's that pig's mane, that pig's head, you know? He made an exchange with the holy fish , as long as you haven’t killed your master, you can resurrect the monsters you killed endlessly.”

"What!" Wukong's hands were sore, and he was immediately thrown to the ground by two rabbit monsters. He spun his golden cudgel on the ground, knocked the two monsters into the air, and stood up again.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Then you didn't ask me about it either."

"What else, tell me everything quickly!" The monster's attack suddenly became sharp, and Wukong was a little overwhelmed.

"Oh, okay—oh, another monster! Why didn't you fight it!" Curtain muttered as he dealt with the fish that slipped through the net.

Wukong urged: "Say it quickly!"

"Oh!" Lian Juan responded repeatedly.

"Then what else did I not say, the black bear spirit has a brother who was resurrected by the holy fish, do you know?"

"I don't know, continue! Hurry up!" Wukong struggled.

"Oh, oh, and, also, Zhu Gangyi, Zhu Gangyi revived the little white dragon, you know?"

"More! More! Continue to talk!" Wukong picked up another entangled boa constrictor, feeling that his eyes were sorely stained with sweat, but he had no time to wipe them off.

"And...what else! I've said it all! I've told you it all!" Lianjuan could clearly hear Wukong's eagerness. think.

"No... Really nothing... They all exchanged with the holy fish, and the holy fish made them keep resurrecting monsters, and then rushed to kill you and your master... The black bear spirit questioned whether it was useful before, but later Being controlled again... and, what else..." Lian Juan had dealt with several monsters in a row, and he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on.

"and also!"

"What else!" Lianjuan was about to cry, "They all exchanged with the holy fish, you know that too! As long as you pay enough price, the holy fish can fulfill any wish... You know that too ! Me! And me, I didn’t make an exchange with the holy fish, so I ran away now... I... What else is there! No more! Woohoo—”

Lianjuan cried and kicked out the monster he killed, and blocked Wukong's attack from behind, crying: "I tried my best, woooooo—give up, we can't deal with his woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo -"

"What did you just say? Say it again!"

"Give up, we won't be able to fight, woo woo woo—"

"Say it again! What you said just now!" Wukong gritted his teeth.

"Ah? What did you say? You? Have you figured out a way?"

"Say it quickly! I can't stand it anymore!"

"Say—oh, they all made an exchange with the holy fish...the holy fish can grant any wish...I didn't make an exchange..."

"One more sentence!" Wukong shouted, his voice hoarse.

"Anything else? What else is there——and—as long as you pay enough————is that the sentence——"

"Yes." Wukong lay on the ground, his hands limply spread out, and the golden cudgel fell.

He is too tired.

After fighting so many monsters, his body was filled with a lot of merit, which made him stronger and more powerful, but it couldn't relieve his fatigue.

The monsters rushing up the mountain stopped suddenly.

The resurrection of youkai has also stopped.

The monsters around the pavilion slowed down and approached Wukong cautiously.

A rat demon stretched out his short foot and touched Wukong's leg, Wukong gave him a tired look and did not move.

Mamaki was surprised by the youkai who suddenly stopped attacking, but he panicked when he saw the fallen Goku.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You won't die, will you?"

"What's your name? I'm not dead yet. Don't worry, they won't kill me." Wukong replied weakly.

The monsters confirmed that Wukong didn't have the strength to fight back, so they all surrounded him and tried to pull him.Lian Juan opened the paws of several monsters with the Demon Subduing Staff, and shouted, "Let him go!"

For a moment, the eyes of hundreds of monsters around the pavilion were fixed on the curtain roll.The curtain roll's feet immediately softened, but he still managed to straighten up and said loudly: "If you want to catch him, you have to step on me—"

The monsters surrounding the pavilion surged up, pushed the curtain down to the ground, and rushed to Wukong's side. The monsters behind stepped on him by the way, lifted Wukong who had no strength to move, stepped on the curtain and rolled out of the pavilion Head west.

Lianjuan lay on the ground, shedding two lines of clear tears.

Woooooo, if you say step on it, step on it, do I want to lose face?

After a while, several monsters ran back again, grabbed the curtain covered with footprints, and caught up with the large army ahead.

The monsters carried him to the west piously, not as if they had captured some defeated generals, but rather as if they had acquired some treasures to present to their masters, they were cautious everywhere.

This astonishing reversal didn't attract much attention from Wukong, he just closed his eyes tiredly, silently adjusted his breath and rested his mind, and said in his heart: faster, faster.

Wukong knew where these monsters were going to take him, so he knew that the fake Xuanzang hadn't killed him before, so there must be some use for him.

He thought, as long as he was in front of him, it would be fine.

He kept in mind the sentence that Lian Juan said incoherently: As long as you pay enough price, any wish can come true.

This is his last chance. If he wants to save Master, he has only one way to go.Whether it works or not, he will try it.

The marching speed of the army of monsters was extremely fast, Wukong was carried by them for a distance of tens of thousands of miles, and he quickly squinted for a while.

Wukong was still exhausted, when he heard a familiar voice coming from his ear, it was the fake Xuanzang, the evil Xinyu, who took up his master's body and spoke to him with his master's voice.

"My good disciple, why are you so disobedient, and even sneaked away while your teacher wasn't paying attention?"

Wukong felt a pair of hands touching his face, those white jade-like hands belonging to his master, being used by this fake at this moment, only made him feel extremely sick.

"Go away." Wukong opened his eyes coldly, turned his head with difficulty to avoid his touch.

Xinyu, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a fake Xuanzang, he held his sleeves indifferently, but said in his mouth: "Wukong, how can you talk to me like this? It hurts me so much."

As he spoke, he touched Wukong's hair again.

"Bah!" Wukong spat on the fake Xuanzang's hand, "Get your dirty hands off, you disgusting person. I'm the master you can call yourself."

"What do you want?" Fake Xuanzang's pretentious tone suddenly cooled down, and that cold and evil temperament spread over the surface again.

Wukong stared at him viciously, and asked coldly: "I should be the one asking you this question. You can kill me easily, but you just arrested me and why are you still using your spare time to pretend to be my master?"