One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Zhang Yang said this for a reason. Since they left without saying goodbye before, Zhang Yang had suspected that they had something to hide from him. Ba Jie didn’t say much, he must have been led by Wukong, and Wukong has always kept his mind in his heart and never told him, let alone talk to Ba Jie.

What happened to him during the period when he was under the Wuzhi Mountain, turning a rebellious Monkey King into a melancholy little monkey, Zhang Yang couldn’t guess, and he could only wait when Wukong would really recognize him as a master. Maybe we will see each other frankly.

It happened that the Drifting woke up, and Wukong took a breath and removed the thread stitched from his mouth. Drifting glanced at the people around him blankly, and then looked down at his hands, tears overflowed in an instant.

Ba Jie leaned down and patted him on the back and said, "Lao Sha, you see that we have all experienced so much. No matter what it was like before, at least we should have a good conversation now. You should have a good opinion of us. To put it bluntly, if you keep trying to kill the master, we can more or less guess who instigated it.

But this is not important. The important thing is that we are now a team. You said that your hand was broken. Who reinstalled it for you? After you fell into the abyss, who brought you up with sweat? People who have saved your two lives in a row, maybe there is no second person in this world, right? "

Drifting tears filled his eyes when he was said, he turned his head to look at Wukong, who turned his head in embarrassment.

The sand monk slowly opened his mouth, and a few words popped out of his mouth; "Bi Ma Wen..."

Wukong frowned and turned back, the stick in his hand was about to rise.

But then the Drifting said, "Thank you." In his eyes, there was no longer a coldness, but a flash of warmth.

He used to work in the Heavenly Court, only because he broke the glass cup to save the life of the Jade Emperor, he was demoted to the lower realm and became a monster in Liushahe.

However, every twenty years thereafter, someone would throw a skull into the Liusha River and tell him that this person was killed by him, and the pot would be let him carry it.

One hundred and eighty years have passed. Nine skulls have floated in the Liusha River. Every night, those skulls are like unwilling souls who are unwilling to die. They "chuckle" and talk about their pain.

Later, the Drifters connected these skulls with a rope to make a necklace of human bones, and listened to them to tell stories every night.

Later, these skulls collectively made a request to the Drifting Monk, saying that the tenth skull might not come again, because he should be selected to be a person who goes to learn Buddhist scriptures and preach Buddhist scriptures. Over the years, their bodies are almost enough for the Buddhas of the Western Heavens. Let's eat.

Therefore, they hope that the Drifting monk can kill the tenth person who learns the scriptures, so that the tenth cycle of Jin Chanzi will end early and there is no need to pass the broken scriptures.

So when Zhang Yang appeared in front of the Drifting Monk, he regarded him as a Tang Monk and wanted to kill him.

Today, what Wu Kong did as a Drifting Monk is clearly felt. This is the warmth that he has never been cared for, just like his family. He wiped away his tears, got up from the ground, knelt and kowtow to Zhang Yang: "Master is here, the most sincere worship from the disciple!"

Then he said to Wukong and Ba Jie: "Big Brother, Second Brother, I know I was wrong."

Ba Jie's eyes were also moist, and the person who knew the biggest secret was actually a Drifting monk. God knows how he spent these years. He didn't say anything, and went straight to give him a hug.

Wukong learned that the reason the Drifting monk wanted to kill the sutra-learner was to help him escape. This was to risk his disappearance from the world forever. He was the most courageous person. So Wukong went over, hugged the Drifter, and said, "Good brother."

Zhang Yang saw the three of their brothers hugged together, and his tears couldn't help but flow down. He wiped and wiped, and said in a weeping voice: "Although, you guys are usually not serious.

But now that I see you like this, I am happiest as a master. This is the real Journey to the West, the real team for learning from the scriptures, and what kind of ghosts were all the previous ones.

I don't know how I managed to get it through. After speaking, he wailed loudly with a "wow", then hugged the cat mother, rubbed her head straight against her chest, tears and snot.

The cat mother patted him on the back and said, "Well, I didn't expect you to cry like this."

Wukong, Bajie, and Drifting looked at him, and they were moved in their hearts. Although Zhang Yang was a rather rude person along the way, he was more like their master than anyone else. Ba Jie and Drifting knelt down again, and then they looked at Wukong, hoping that he would also give Master a bow.

Wukong stared at Zhang Yang, pursing his mouth, and then said for a long time: "Master, please be respected by the disciple." After saying that he also knelt on the ground, and the three brothers knocked Zhang Yang's head together.

Zhang Yang was so touched again. It’s been a long time since the monkey called him Master for the first time, and his nasal mucus pounced on the monkey: "My monkey, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Master. A hundred years are still long."

"Okay, Master, now is not the time to be hypocritical, let's think about how to get out." Wukong will straighten up.

Zhang Yang nodded, took a look at the three disciples in front of him, then took a deep breath, calmed down, and a sense of responsibility spontaneously emerged: "As your master, I must take you out of here."

After a stick of incense, the Tianhe water monster turned into a nine-tooth rake was floating in the air and fell asleep. Wukong lay on one of its heads to sleep, Ba Jie stared at it with a halo like the moon in a daze, and Zhang Yang, dragging the sand monk and the cat mother to play a truth or dare.

"It's boring I won't play anymore, didn't you mean to take us out?" The cat lady yawned and lay down and said to herself: "I don't know how long it has been. I can't spend all my life here. "

Zhang Yang looked at the evil spirits on the stone wall who opened their mouths and roared at him, and a question arose in his heart. It has been a long time, why hasn't no one come down to see their state? Are they always under surveillance? Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly came up with a clever plan.

"Come here, I think of a way, we need everyone to work together, maybe it can change the status quo."

Zhang Yang summoned everyone and said, "I think we are being watched by the land that guards the ginseng fruit tree. He is waiting for your primordial spirit to disperse before coming down.

If this is the case, we will come up with a countermeasure, lead him out, and leave alive when the time comes, and ask him to death. We don't believe that he can't ask for a way to go up. "

The cat lady asked: "Just tell me, what's the countermeasure?"..