Chapter 108: : Guanghan Palace

Tiangong is like spring, but the Guanghan Palace is a cold.
Sun Wukong landed here, could not help but praise a few times.
Guanghan Palace Qionglou Yuyu, everything is shrouded in white clouds, fluttering, elegant and cold.
"what?"
A fairy found Sun Wukong and took the initiative to fly over.
"You are the great saint?"
The fairy asked.
Sun Wukong nodded: "Do you know me?"
The fairy did not answer, but turned and cried.
"Sisters, Sun Wukong is coming, come over."
Not long after she was called, a lot of fairies floated out in the Guanghan Palace, and they looked around Sun Wukong and grinned.
Sun Wukong is a bit stunned: "Do you know me?"
"We listened to the fairy who mentioned you."
The fairy answered.
Sun Wukong understood: "Don't ask the fairy how to call it?"
"We are jealous."
The fairy said.
Sun Wukong stunned: "Isn't the fairy in Huaguoshan?"
"That's a fairy, we are jealous."
The fairies replied: "Oh is the fairies who serve Taiyin Xingjun. We are all jealous."
Sun Wukong frowned slightly.
There are always legends in the mortal world, but I did not expect that there will be so many embarrassments.

The mortal is used to describing the fairy of the moon palace.

The fairy saw the doubts of Sun Wukong and said: "We will always be considered the same person when we are down."
Sun Wukong gradually cleared up.
"So, what is the world's blasphemy is actually a different fairy?"
"Yes."
The fairies walked out of one and said, "I am the fairy, the one who has the most legends."
"I am a fairy."
"I am a neon fairy."
Other fairies have reported their names.
Sun Wukong greeted one by one: "You actually have a name, how should the fairy of Huaguoshan be called?"
"She is our sister, it is called a fairy."
The fairies replied: "She is beautiful and unparalleled, she is pure and noble, and she is a symbol of shackles. Taiyin Xingjun has given her a name."
Sun Wukong suddenly realized.
He chatted with the fairy for a moment, and suddenly came a call from afar. Sun Wukong said goodbye to the fairy and came to an old woman.
"Tai Yin Xing Jun."
Sun Wukong gave a gift to Taiyin Xingjun.
Taiyin Xingjun is also called Luna, Moonlight Empress, Taiyin Star Lord, Moon Gu, Moonlight Bodhisattva - she is the owner of the Guanghan Palace.
"Great Saint, I invite you to come over, how do you hook up with the fairies?"
Taiyin Xingjun asked: "You know, it is a felony to play the fairy in the Heavenly Palace."
"Just talk a few words."
Sun Wukong replied: "It is not a felony."
Tai Yin Xing Jun can not help but she is just a joke.
Sun Wukong is a piece of fairy stone, how can there be a mind to adjust the fairy.
If he has such a mind, Tai Yin Xing Jun will not invite him to come.
Xingjun brought Sun Wukong into the Guanghan Palace, let us bring the cakes.
"My pastry here can't enter the eyes of Da Sheng, how about watching some songs and dances?"
Taiyin Xingjun asked.
"my pleasure."
Sun Wukong nodded.
Taiyin Xingjun immediately puts on the instrument, playing the piano and playing music, just like the sound of Tianzhu.
The fairy of the moon palace gently moved the lotus steps, dancing in long sleeves, dancing with the fairy sounds.
Their clothes are fluttering, and the blue silk is like ink. If they are fascinated, Sun Wukong is not good at singing and dancing, but he also looks at it.
After enjoying the song and dance, Sun Wukong left to leave.
He just walked out of the Guanghan Palace.
"Great St. Wait!"
There is a sound from the sound.
Sun Wukong turned back.
"Old age."
He arched his hand to the moon.
"Da Sheng just entered the Guanghan Palace?"
Asked the old man.
Sun Wukong nodded: "Listen to some songs and watch some dances."
The old man’s mouth is as big as a peach, and he has only returned to God for a long time, swallowing two spit:
You can’t be true!

He has never heard that the fairy of the moon palace will dance for one person. Even if it is Jade Emperor, it has to summon the past.
"Whether, since the Great Saint is here, it is not acceptable to sit down at the old home."
Yue Lao said with a smile: "You must not be eccentric, not eccentric!"
Sun Wukong had no choice but to follow the old man to a tree under the sky.
"This acacia tree is really big."
Sun Wukong looked up and could not see the canopy.
The canopy was covered by clouds.
The moon invited Sun Wukong into the tree hole.
This acacia tree is his home, with red lines hanging around the tree hole.
"Don't touch those red lines." The old man reminded: "Be careful to get married."
Sun Wukong heard the legend of the red line.
"Winter, is the marriage of the world all yours?"
He asked.
"How can I have this mana?"
The old man shook his head: "The marriage is a wonderful thing. When men and women meet and meet each other, the red line will wrap around the fingers. When the fate is exhausted, it will be broken."
He rummaged through the tree hole and said, "What I am doing is to let the world grasp the marriage and make the lovers become the genus."
Sun Wukong nodded.
"Great Saint, I have been eating and drinking for a few days with you, and I am sorry."
From the home, the old man found out the long-awaited sweet-scented osmanthus wine and the fairy cup and said, "Go, let's go out and drink."
"Great good."
Sun Wukong followed him out of the tree hole.
The two sat on the grass.
The old man filled Sun Wukong with a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and said: "I suddenly remembered that compared with humans, the red line of Huaguoshan was a lot of chaos."
"Huaguoshan does not pay attention to the words of the matchmaker..."
Sun Wukong replied.
He knows that the human world is also very particular about the media.
Huaguoshan has a prosperous economy and open minds. It has little control over love. Coupled with the freedom of the monsters, love is more free than human beings.

Is it messy?

Asked by Sun Wukong.
"That's not it."
The old man shook his head and smiled: "It's just quite fresh."
He noticed the finger of Sun Wukong.
Only the old man can see, there are a few red lines looming in the side of Sun Wukong, but it is not in contact with him.
There is only one, it seems to be a little closer.
But to wait for it to take shape, it is not something that can be done in one hundred and eighty years.
"I don't know which infatuated fairy will like this stone."
The old man couldn’t help but think of it.
Not a fairy, there is no such long life to wait until the stone is open.