Fantasy World Transmigration

At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, the setting sun was just in time. Wukong picked up a durian, lazily drilled out of the cave, sat down on the rock at the entrance of the cave, leaned on the lotus, put the durian in front, and then split it open with his hands with a hey sound. Durian, and while touching the durian to eat, squinting your eyes to bask in the sun.

The monkey hair has been knotted because it has not been taken care of for a long time.

Wukong searched for it casually, and its hairy claws seemed to have regained the ability they had in Huaguo Mountain. They were very sensitive. When they stroked the body, they caught a louse and pinched it to death with their hands. He also counted: "One, two, three... ten"

Now it is not like Monkey King, but like an unknown wild monkey in the countryside.

"Yo! Monkey King is still catching lice for himself?" Tiger-shaped fist touched Wukong at some point, and sneered.

When Xuanzang came to Wuzhi Mountain, it seemed that nothing had changed, but in fact, his influence had already fermented unknowingly. In the past, no one could find Sun Wukong, so the title of the king of demons did not bring anything to the world of exorcists, but now, the news of the king of demons, Sun Wukong, has alarmed many exorcists.

"This wild monkey is the Monkey King?" A thick black man looked at Wukong for a long time with a gruff voice, and said with a sneer, "He can still kill Tiancanjiao? Tiger Fist, you are not lying to us!" Brother!"

Another white-faced scholar also stared at it for a while, clicked his tongue and said: "It's not like it, it's not like it! It's not domineering at all... Kill it, who will believe it?"

"I asked someone about it. This is Wuzhishan, and it is Monkey King. Don't look at it listless now. When it kills the sky and legs, it's a majestic!" Tiger-shaped boxing hastily explained: "Kill him, we will kill him." It's the number one exorcist. You're welcome!"

"Hello!" The thick black man said bluntly, "Are you Monkey King?"

Wukong lazily turned over and said, "No, I am the Monkey King—Sun Wukong!"

"You look like this. Some people believe that it is a wild monkey from the countryside. Who will believe that it is Monkey King, the king of monsters?" The thick black man turned his head impatiently and said, "Would you like to groom it so that others will not say that we If you catch a monkey casually and say you are the king of monsters, you will be ridiculed by the world!"

Wukong pointed around helplessly: "Don't talk about the Monkey King. You asked the Tathagata Buddha to live here for five hundred years, and you are also an Indian assan! You can't just look at the surface..."

"Let's do this!" The tiger-shaped fist suddenly shook out a cloak from the side, the golden chain mail, Chang'an's new lotus root silk boots, and the purple gold crown with two pheasant feathers raised high, It is exactly the robe of the Monkey King that has been passed down for a long time.

Tiger-shaped fist said: "Fortunately, I was prepared, you can put on this body and fight with us!"

Wukong glanced back, then touched the material with his hands suddenly, and said with a puckered mouth: "This gold lock armor, the weight of the gold is not right, and the weaving is also very rough. You can tell that it is the work of a blacksmith in the country. Jin Duliu is not good, failure! The shape of the lotus root silk cloud boots is too ugly, and it is actually made of low-quality silk. If you feel the warp and weft are loose, the material will rot if you pull it...failure!"

"Depend on!"

"Phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, it's okay to use chicken feathers for phoenix-wings, the chicken feces on it are still there!" Wukong pointed to the yellow-brown spots on the feathers and put them in front of the tiger-shaped fist and said, "Where's the purple gold? You take the copper Who are you trying to fool?"

Hu Xingquan lowered his head in shame, Wukong pointed at his nose and said with contempt: "My grandson's original version, that is the treasure of the Dragon King of the Four Seas. Who is this low-quality pirated goods imitated by Chang’an? This golden armour, like a nouveau riche, is dazzling. The feathers of the pheasant’s crest are actually crooked, and the lotus root and cloud shoes will be broken when worn. Compared with this, my outfit is worthy of the name. It is simple, low-key and connotative!"

"And this golden cudgel!" Wukong snatched the golden cudgel carried by Tiger Fist, dropped it to the ground, pointed at it and said, "Call it, will it dare to agree?"

"It's a dead thing made of broken iron! Who did you deceive?" Wukong asked.

The three exorcists who came all bowed their heads in shame, and Wukong said with emotion: "How about your sincerity? When you came to me, you were contemptuous at first. What happened to my grandson catching lice? Can't my grandson be a little bit interested? Isn’t it normal for monkeys to catch lice? Although I am a Monkey King, I never think that I am special. I come from the crowd and go to the crowd.”

"What I call catching lice is—like light and dust, going deep into the masses!"

"Taishang Laojun, Lao Tzu is virtuous, isn't he fierce? The lord of the Sanqing, a sage came to the world, when I caught lice for his old man, your grandfather's grandfather was still in the mother's womb!"

"I'm so low-key and connotative here, is it your turn to despise me?" Wukong pointed at himself, and leaned in front of the three of them: "Who are you showing these crap? Yes, my hair is knotted My body is also dropping scum, it is covered in dirt, right! But the Monkey King is covered in dirt, can it be the same as yours?"

"That's Fan'er!" Wukong gave himself a thumbs up.

After speaking, the three exorcists who were speaking almost knelt down. The three of them stood in a row with stiff expressions and dull faces, kneeling in front of Wukong. Wukong asked: "Have you ever caught lice for the Supreme Lord?"

The three shook their heads neatly.

Wukong said again: "Then you are the Monkey King?"

The three shook their heads again.

Wukong sneered and said: "Then why do you still dare to be my bull? Let me tell you, the Monkey King catches lice, that is a model of demons, never forgetting one's own heart. He is a model of Taoism and Buddha, and the means of gods. Let me be a bull!" After saying that, he slapped him with the palm of the hand, punched a tiger-shaped fist and said: "Follow me here!"

Tiger Fist finally came to his senses, pointed at Wukong's nose and said, "I'm telling you...don't hit!"

Wukong slapped his backhand: "The Monkey King wants to hit you, what do you dare to do?"

"I said you don't hit me! If you hit me again, I will lose my face!" The tiger-shaped fist pretended to be fierce.

"Why did you hit you? Do you still dare to fight back?" Wukong continued to slap his backhand, staggered a few steps with his tiger-shaped fist, and raised his hand to protect his head: "I said you don't hit...you still hit, don't fight back. I fought back! Ahhh! I turned my face! Brothers, let's fight together! Kill this coward!"

With a roar of the tiger-shaped fist, he opened his posture, and there was a rolling sound of thunder in his limbs and torso. It was the sound of thunder from a tiger and leopard. Sharp, between the strikes, the wind and thunder were torn apart, and the evil spirit was hidden, even more fierce than when he fought with Miss Duan in the past.

The black and thick man's legs are rooted in the ground, his arms are spread out, like two horns, faintly integrated with Wuzhi Mountain, people take advantage of the mountain, and the mountain helps people, the whole body's energy is connected, the muscles are knotted and swollen, and the invisible momentum pushes the air out Open, forming a black cloud-like evil spirit, Wukong looked familiar with that posture, and suddenly said: "Isn't this the posture of that old ox pulling a cart?"

And the white-faced scholar twisted twice as if he had no bones, his body was incredibly flexible, and he assumed a forceful posture that was definitely not used by human beings. Don't think he didn't have the muscles of the two in front, but Wukong could sense it His seemingly powerless and weak body flexibility contained amazing strength.

His zhenqi was entangled and twisted like a snake, as if it could be ejected at any time.

Wukong felt that the three of them had their own characteristics, so he nodded suddenly and said: "It turns out that you are a dead member of Xingxiangmen. I said you are from Hebei, and you practice tiger-shaped boxing. It turns out that it is not Nanquan Tiger-shaped, but Xingxiangmen. The head of the twelve zodiac signs used to be the tiger in the shape of a tiger. The two people you brought should be the bull elephant and the snake elephant."

"Can actually guess our origin!" Snake Lord said with a sinister smile, "As expected of the king of monsters, the great sage Equaling Heaven back then."

"Why did you three miscellaneous fish come from the twelve constellations?" Wukong asked calmly.

Hu Xingquan said angrily: "What do you call us three miscellaneous fish?"

"Don't misunderstand." Wukong said slowly: "I'm not flattering others, what I mean is, why don't the twelve miscellaneous fish come together neatly. A family should die neatly when they die. Only come here You three, what are you talking about?"

Niu Jun yelled violently: "Big words!" He bullied himself and pressed on him.

Under the combined attack of the three astrology, it is a bit worth seeing, but in Wukong's feeling, it is like a grasshopper, it can't cheer up, it can't be serious, but it has to deal with it, so it has to pinch a fingerprint with both hands, Still sitting cross-legged on that rock, but sitting upright.

It seemed to be slow but calm and said in the ears of the three people who were in a hurry: "Since you are a person with twelve signs, don't you guys know the palm technique that falls from the sky?"

After all, stretch out your arm, raise your hand, and hit the handprint printed on the front.

The huge and unimaginable aura instantly froze the entire Wuzhi Mountain, and where Wukong was, it was on the folded palms of the huge reclining Buddha, a huge Buddhist swastika symbol appeared behind Wukong, looking at the familiar hands style, tiger-shaped fist, or the tiger's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it: "This is..."

But it was too late, as the energy powerful enough to tear apart the entire Wuzhi Mountain hit the three of them head-on, they didn't say a word, and turned into flying ash in the blink of an eye, and were photographed on the mountain together with the ashes, and merged into Wuzhi Mountain .

Then Wukong slowly withdrew his divine palm and said, "That's right, it's the Tathagata's divine palm. In the world, apart from Tathagata, who else can understand the Tathagata's divine palm better than me?"

"This is the palm of the Tathagata that made your ashes smear!"

In the distance, Xuanzang raised his head and looked towards Wuzhi Mountain as if he felt something on the mountain. He didn't know where the touch in his heart came from, so he had to turn around and say to the reincarnated climbers: "Come on, everyone, there are still seven days. You will be able to reach the boundary of Wuzhi Mountain! After all, continue to climb up the difficult and dangerous mountain road with difficulty.

The reincarnated people below were speechless, and thought, "If it weren't for your drag, we would have arrived long ago, okay? You still told us to work hard!"

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