Trafford’s Trading Club

There are green lanterns, futons, wooden fish in the house... a bald monk.

And he is also a very handsome white-robed monk.

Other than that, there is nothing else in the house... This wooden house is just like a box made of wooden strips.

"Wukong, you are here..."

Hearing what the white-robed monk said, Little Saint was startled for a moment, then frowned, and then strode directly into the wooden house.

He sat down cross-legged in front of the handsome monk and looked around.

"Wukong, is there something on my face that makes you keep staring?" the white-robed monk said with a smile.

"You...are you the only one here?" Sun Xiaosheng frowned.

"It should be." The monk nodded and said, "Since I came to this place, I am the only one."

Sun Xiaosheng frowned again, then nodded, "Okay, follow me, and I will take you out of this place."

"Where are we going? I think it's nice here. It's quiet." The monk shook his head, then smiled and said: "It's the same everywhere, as long as you have Buddha in your heart."

Brother Sheng didn't want to talk nonsense, so he waved his hand and grabbed the monk's robe directly, and lifted the monk up... But he didn't expect that he had just lifted the monk up, and the monk couldn't stand up, and suddenly fell down again. Go down.

"You?" Sun Xiaosheng was suddenly confused... Why is this monk so weak?

Passing through the first five floors, Sun Xiaosheng was given a feeling of great terror every time. Each floor was designated to contain some once earth-shattering demons, but this sixth floor...

"My legs are numb." The monk said embarrassedly at this time: "I have been sitting for too long. Don't worry, Wukong. Just wait for me to push the blood."

Come on, the monk in white actually reached out to push his own leg and beat it gently.

Sun Xiaosheng had a strange look on his face, "How long have you been sitting here?"

"How long..." The white-clothed monk suddenly fell into deep thought, and after a while he said: "Wukong, what year is it now? Was the emperor still surnamed Li back then?"

Sun Xiaosheng's eyes widened suddenly, as if he was electrocuted, and he jumped away. His face was full of vigilance, staring at the white-clothed monk, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Wukong, what's wrong with you?" The monk in white looked puzzled, and then suddenly realized: "I understand, Wukong, you are naughty again. You want to play a role-playing game with me, right?"

As he said that, the white-clothed monk's face straightened up, and some ethereal aura of immortality suddenly came out of his body, as if he were an immortal, "The poor monk is on Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, in the Three Stars Cave with the setting moon, and the little bald man who was under the Patriarch's door is the one who is overcoming the rivers and seas." , I don’t know your brother’s surname?”

Little Brother Sheng couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Amitabha." The white-robed monk stood up slowly, staggering probably because his legs were really numb.

He walked straight in front of Little Brother Sheng, who instinctively backed away, and suddenly he was on the door panel, unable to retreat.

"Brother, are you here for this thing?" The white-robed monk was rummaging through the white cassock on his body. After a while, he took out a shining golden headband that looked like it was not a mortal thing.

Sun Xiaosheng opened his mouth subconsciously.

The white-robed monk slowly raised the shining golden headband in his hand, "Brother, I want to remind you that after wearing this golden hoop, you are no longer a mortal, and you can no longer engage in love affairs in this world. Just a little bit, otherwise this golden hoop will become tighter and tighter, causing unbearable pain."

"Grandma... what kind of way is this? Huh?" Brother Sheng opened his mouth.

The white-robed monk suddenly stood up on his tiptoes, slapped Little Brother Sheng on the head, and said in a feint of anger: "Well, Wukong, I just want to play games with you! How does my teacher usually teach? Yours, no foul language!"

"You monk..." Little Saint Brother bit his demonic fangs, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but he sneered and punched out quietly.

The Divine Dragon has never knocked him on the head!

"Wukong, you are naughty again. Although my teacher loves you, I still have to teach you a lesson."

boom!

As if the world was spinning, Little Brother Sheng felt that the world was turning upside down in his eyes for an instant, and then he hit the wooden floor...but was thrown directly over his shoulder by the white-robed monk, and he was thrown hard to the floor. .

This fall made Little Brother Sheng feel like his bones were about to crack, and his soul couldn't help but shake... However, the worn wooden floor suffered no damage from this impact. Although it was worn out, it was still spotless.

"My heart aches for my teacher!"

The white-robed monk screamed in agony, and struck down with a punch to the abdomen. Brother Sheng's eyes instantly felt like they were about to pop out, and he felt as if all his internal organs were twitching!

"My heart hurts so much!"

Abdominal fisting!

"My heart really hurts!"

Abdominal fisting!

"My heart really, really hurts!"

Abdominal fisting! !

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

Little Brother Sheng collapsed weakly on the wooden floor... What kind of experience is this?

It was probably like being punched into the legendary gate of hell, then pulled out, punched in again, and back and forth several times.

"My heart hurts so much!"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Looking at the raised fist, Little Saint's soul suddenly trembled. Even though he was foaming at the mouth, he didn't care about anything and yelled twice at the top of his voice.

The fist swung down and finally landed on Little Brother Sheng's forehead... just missing by an inch.

Little Brother Sheng only felt his scalp numb. If this punch really hit his forehead, it felt like his whole head would explode into paste... Little Brother Sheng couldn't help but subconsciously made a rumble in his throat.

The white-robed monk nodded at this time, unclenched his fist and turned into a palm, caressing the little Sheng brother's head, and said sincerely: "I hit you because I really love you. Wukong, Among the several disciples, the second one has a sweet mouth, understands the heart of the teacher best, and wants to please the teacher, so along the way, the teacher is most willing to let the second child eat more. The third child can't speak, I can only do things silently, work hard and bear no complaints, and I am born as a slave. Therefore, I can only bear the pain and let the third child do the lifting work. But I still love you the most. Look at that time in the past. On the road, besides fighting monsters, you don’t have to worry about anything. It’s so comfortable, right? Don’t you think so?”

Little Brother Sheng felt that the palm holding his head was getting harder and harder, as if his head would explode at any time, so he nodded palely.

"Do you feel my love for you? Goku! Do you feel it!"

"Feel!"

"Amitabha!"

The white-robed monk finally let go of his hand, showing his brilliant white teeth, and even helped the little Saint brother up.

Little Brother Sheng touched his chest, only to feel a pool of congestion accumulating in his body. The huge demon power in his body was almost knocked away, as if it was going to be beaten back to its original shape... He couldn't help but feel horrified.

Although the white-robed monk seemed to have a handsome body, there was no fluctuation in power at all... But he didn't expect that fist to be so terrifying.

What is the origin of the white-robed monk on the sixth floor of the Immortal-Suppressing Tower? Could it be that he is really mentioned in the myth...

"By the way, Wukong, you haven't told me yet, what year is it now? Is the emperor outside still my brother emperor?" the white-robed monk suddenly asked.

Little Brother Sheng's heart trembled, he hesitated a few times, and then asked cautiously: "Dare you ask...dare you ask the elder's name?"

"Wukong, are you naughty again?" The white-robed monk shook his head. Seeing his fist raised again, he frowned and said, "I am the Three Burial Mage who is popular with thousands of beautiful girls from the demon clan on the way to the west. People in the world call him Yudi Gege. ah!"

Sun Xiaosheng felt like a thunderbolt from the blue, his brain exploded in an instant, his face turned pale, and he murmured to himself: "Are you Master Tripitaka? Impossible, impossible... Journey to the West is just a made-up story, impossible, impossible... …”

Sun Xiaosheng is a stone monkey who was born from a spiritual stone in the mountain. He absorbed the sun and moon in the mountain on his own, and finally condensed the demon body. Although he was born as a stone monkey with strong demon power and was at his peak when he debuted, there are still great demons on the land of China.

In the beginning, a great demon like him was actually a step behind the big bosses of the Four Spirit Clan in the Sky. However, Sun Xiaosheng was naturally warlike and had extraordinary fighting power, so he managed to make some inroads in the territory of the demon clan. Given his reputation, if he really wanted to fight like crazy, even the boss of the Four Spirits of Heaven would have no choice but to avoid his edge.

His original name was not Sun Xiaosheng, but his origin was very similar to that of a certain person in the mythological story who traveled to the west. So he simply used this as a background, changed his name to Sun Xiaosheng, and asked others to call him Little Saint Brother. Spread prestige.

After Mount Tai's spiritual energy erupted, Sun Xiaosheng returned to the deep mountains he had obtained. He also experienced some opportunities, greatly increased his strength, and reached the realm of the Demon King.

He originally wanted to work hard and rush all the way to the level of the Great Demon King before he came out to become a demon. However, he suddenly received a message from Su Zijun and went out of the mountain. Later, he came to the sixth floor of the Immortal Suppressing Tower in Xuanyuan Palace. .

Su Zijun, let yourself take this unknown monk out... What is the purpose?

This monk claimed to be Master Tripitaka, but Sun Xiaosheng knew that there was no Buddhism in this world.

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It's not that there is no Buddhism in this world, it's just that there is no Buddha... That's not right. There are many Buddhas who have been passed down on the seal soil, but that is another myth.

China does not.

There is no one who practices Buddhism. Since ancient times, there has only been Taoism.

Buddhism in the human world is just ordinary monks and ancient temples.

I saw Sun Xiaosheng's brain was confused at this time and he was squatting on the ground. Firstly, he was beaten by the white-robed monk's fist and doubted his life. Secondly, because the information revealed in the white-robed monk's words was impacting Sun Xiaosheng's understanding of the myth of China. Know.

The white-robed monk blinked at this moment, looked at his fist, and muttered: "Is it because my teacher's love is too heavy... Wukong, how are you? Don't scare me!"

"I...I'm not the Wukong you say." Abruptly, Sun Xiaosheng took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "I'm not that monkey, my real name is Shi Xiaodang!"

"Shi Xiaodang?" The white-robed monk was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Hello, Brother Shi, I'm a poor monk with a little bald head in Xianyue Sanxing Cave!"

"You..." Little Brother Sheng breathed out slowly and got up again. Although the monk's fist was heavy, it was not to the point of killing him. The demonic power in his body had calmed down. After a few vibrations, The skin wounds on his body had recovered a lot. He looked at the white-robed monk and said, "I was entrusted by someone to take you out of this Immortal-Suppressing Tower this time. Are you... leaving?"

This monk's fist was too hard. If he didn't move away, Sun Xiaosheng thought he wouldn't be able to move away even for a moment. At this time, Gongsun Wuzang and the young man in white shirt in Zhenxian Tower did not know how the battle was going. But Gongsun Wuzang had already called for people in the palace, and the outside of Zhenxian Tower was probably overcrowded at this time.

Although Su Zijun gave him the key to the entrance, Xuanyuan Palace was on alert and he couldn't get out even if he had ten lives.

If the monk doesn't leave now, Little Sheng thinks he can only leave this place first and go back to Su Zijun to find out more before he considers whether to come again.

"Does Brother Shi have a way to leave this place?" The white-robed monk blinked and asked.

Sun Xiaosheng directly threw out the compass in his hand, "It can take us back to the first floor of the Immortal Zhen Tower. The outside door of the tower has been opened, making it easy to get out, but there may already be soldiers from various departments of Xuanyuan Palace standing outside. "

"It doesn't matter." The white-robed monk smiled at this time and said: "Master... Oh, I have successfully dug a tunnel many years ago. I guarantee that I can leave without anyone noticing."

"Earth...authentic?" Little Brother Sheng's eyes widened again.

The white-robed monk waved his cassock and said with a smile on his face: "When I was a teacher... Oh, back then I was deeply trapped in the daughter country. Those great generals, big and small prime ministers came to look for me every day. If I hadn't practiced this digging... His true ability has been discovered by the Emperor of the Daughter Kingdom a long time ago, and the harem is on fire!"

"You..." But looking at the white-robed monk's suddenly raised fist, the little Sheng brother suddenly pursed his lips and said helplessly: "Then let's go now, I'm afraid there will be problems if it's too late."

"Brother Shi, wait a minute, I have to go get something!" The white-robed monk said quickly at this time.

With that said, under the puzzled gaze of Little Saint Brother, the white-robed monk suddenly ran to where the futon was.

The white-robed monk first stuffed the wooden fish on the ground into his cassock, then picked up the futon, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the lower back. Then he lay on the wooden floor paper and used his fingers to Hold on to the wooden board on the ground.

Brother Sheng opened his mouth and took a few steps forward. He saw that the white-robed monk had already dug open the wooden floor... The wooden floor was invisible and seamless. Even if he hit it, there would be no cracks at all. I really don't know this monk. How to dig it out.

"found it!"

At this time, the white-robed monk took out a long wooden box from a secret compartment under the wooden board, and then stuffed it into his arms with bright eyes, as if he was extremely precious. .

"What is this?" Brother Sheng couldn't help but frowned and asked.

"Shh!" The white-robed monk made a mysterious gesture of silence at this time, and then lowered his voice and said: "Wukong, how many times have I told you to speak softly... If people know about [Moonlight Treasure Box] In my master's hands, there are dozens of times more monsters who want to catch me! Those female monsters are okay, at most they just want to mate with me, but those male monsters want to stew me. food!"

"Moon...what's the moon??"

Sun Xiaosheng suddenly screamed.

Moonlight Box? !

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PS1: Thanks to the boss [Unreal Promise] for being so cute, and passing me some tea.

PS2: Ding, cute master task submission.

PS3: (1/1)