Chapter 882: Big Sage

"Oh, I did join Chaotian Pavilion originally, but Wubuzhou was lost. Chaotian Pavilion mobilized experts to protect Nanfanbuzhou. Pang Dao didn't want to see his homeland be insulted by evil demons that day, so please resign and stay here."
Yang Jian nodded lightly when he heard the words, and did not say much.
In fact, Chaotian Pavilion could not be blamed for being cruel, abandoning most of the defenses of the Great Thousand World, and displaying the main force on the frontal battle.
I can't blame these Taoists for disregarding the overall situation and only caring about their own personal affairs...
Everything has two sides, and it is difficult to be perfect.
Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, the monkey on the side uttered a vague "roll" word, and then dragged the body of the goat demon and walked slowly towards the distant mountains.
These overhauls were a little embarrassed at once, but they could only do something about the monkey's back.
How many prehistoric strangers and strangers? It's not surprising that you can't communicate with people like this.
"A few fellow daoists, let's go back, so as to appease the monks here," Yang Jian turned into a sword immortal said with a serious face, "Just remember, if you can't hold this place, you will try to preserve your strength and protect the next big formation. Master saints. Countless people with lofty ideals are facing off against the army of the strongest, and the counter-attack will not be long. Please don't give up hope."
"good."
"Hearing what fellow daoists said, my heart feels a lot easier."
These people glanced at each other, and once again said something to the sword fairy.
Yang Jian gave a gift, glanced at the monkey, and flew to the horizon with clouds.
For a while, his profound energy enveloped himself, causing his body to disappear from the spiritual consciousness of the monks, and then used seventy-two changes to become a flying bird, turning back and forth, and following the monkey far away.
There was no fluctuation in the Sea of ​​Dao Zezhi, indicating that there was no big battle at this time. Yang Jian had a golden body road to rely on, and the Sea of ​​Chaos came and went freely.
As long as you don't reveal your whereabouts, don't worry about others.
The monkey dragged the figure of the demon resurrection all the way to the mountain; the old demon goat had already drained his blood, and it was estimated that the monkey was going to use it as a food store.
It seems that he deliberately hid his original self and allowed himself to live by instinct.
But if you can really close your Dao Xin, why would you go to help the monks here?
Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but show some pictures in his heart; it was hundreds of moonlight nights on Lingtai Mountain, the little monkey wearing a broad road robe following him, shaking his head and reciting scriptures...
"After all, I can't see you forever."
Yang Jian's transformed bird said in a low voice, and the monkey looked up at him alertly, but his golden eyes couldn't see through the seventy-two changes made by Yang Jian, who is now a saint.
The monkey curled his mouth, rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to drag the goat's body forward.
After walking like this for most of the day, when the moon stared out, the monkey finally walked into a mountain forest, came to the stream, and lay down on it with a few mouthfuls of clear water.
Then, it sat there leaning on the tree trunk, motionless, with a bit of languid and confused eyes, staring at the stars beside the treetop.
This starry sky, this bright moon, and the sun star still rising in the east and setting in the west can be regarded as proof that the heaven is not dead.
In fact, this monkey is not the only one who is confused. Most of the monks have been asking themselves during this time, asking others, where to go...
The monkey froze for a while, and the spirit bird transformed into Yang Jian stayed on the branch beside it for a while.
But after all, there is not much time to squander like this now. Yang Jian thought a little, remembering that he had also seen the great dream magical powers given by Master Xuandu. At this time, he pondered a little and tried to use it.
I don't know when a little smoke appeared in the forest, and a plume of smoke drifted by. Monkey King looked at somewhere in the forest with some doubts, and then tilted his head slightly in doubt.
At first he didn't care too much, but when he suddenly felt a little thirsty, he stood up and stumbled to the stream.
He suddenly froze.
The reflection of myself in the stream is wearing the familiar Dao gown, which is much larger than myself, and an octagonal Dao hat on his head. The monkey's face is full of golden short hair. Immature and curious.
"Oh?"
Monkey King couldn't help but froze there, raising his hand to keep the action of scooping water, with a bit of doubt in his eyes.
‘Wukong, you came here again to be lazy, and your teacher asked you to meditate in the mountains. Why did you escape here? ’
With a soft call, the monkey body by the stream trembled a few times, and hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see that the forest has become the scene he is most familiar with.
At the back of Lingtai Mountain, there is also a stream like this flowing past.
A Taoist sat under a tree, unable to see his face.
"Master..."
Monkey King muttered, and then stood up and stumbled into the figure, fearing that he would break the dream, his legs softened and he knelt down three feet away from the figure.
"Master... is that you, Master?"
‘Idiot, who are you if you are not a teacher? But the practice is confused? ’
Monkey King's chapped lips trembled up and down, and then he let out a long sigh, sitting there just looking at the figure under the tree.
As if waking up from a nightmare, he had concluded that what he was in now was a dream. After all, these situations and conversations were very vivid in his memory.
Since leaving Lingtai Mountain, especially the five hundred years of being crushed under Wuzhi Mountain, what I have been thinking and dreaming about day and night is nothing more than the happy life in Huaguo Mountain and the little children in Fangcun Mountain.
‘Goku, how is the 72nd change? ’
"Master, the disciple is already very familiar."
‘Guard against arrogance and rashness, this is just superficial supernatural powers, don’t be complacent, don’t get overboard. ’
"Yes, Master..."
Monkey King's nose was sore, he knelt in his dream and raised his head to stop crying.
Suddenly someone patted his shoulder twice, and the surrounding dreams were retreating rapidly. Monkey King was a little anxious and wanted to freeze his surroundings, but in his dreams he could not display any magical powers. He could only watch the surrounding night like water flow by and under the trees. The old-fashioned figure who couldn't see his face turned into smoke and dissipated.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that there was some blur in front of my eyes, and I was crying in my sleep.
When the fiery eyes saw the figure standing in front of him clearly, Monkey King suddenly became a little annoyed, jumped up and grabbed the collar of the man and punched him.
It was not the sword fairy that I had seen before that appeared before his eyes...
Monkey King's fierce appearance was revealed, and the sword fairy frowned slightly.
"I have a good dream to disturb your grandpa grandpa! I'm looking for death!"
Yang Jian chuckles to himself, but the sword fairy who has transformed into a serious look at Monkey King, his face a little puzzled.
"Where is the fellow Taoist?"
"Humph!" Sun Wukong didn't really hit the fist, but retreated the sword fairy; he was not unreasonable.
"If it has just disturbed fellow Daoist Qingmeng, the poor Dao is here to apologize."
Sun Wukong ignored him and sat back under the original tree, with a little irritation in his eyes, returning to his original state.
"Sword Immortal" smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist is the Great Sage of Heaven who upset the heavens back then?"
Monkey King doesn't speak, just when the person next to him doesn't exist.
"Sword Fairy" smiled without getting angry, took a futon and sat beside Monkey King. The latter frowned slightly, but did not avoid it directly.
"Why fellow Taoists stay here, instead of fighting against the evil demons outside the day, and then raising the majesty of Qitian Great Sage?"
Monkey King was a little silent.
The'Sword Immortal' arched his hands and said: "Pan Dao speaks bluntly, Pang Dao was originally assigned by a saint, searching for people with lofty ideals, and uniting against the special envoys of the strongest evil demon that day. Several sage masters asked me to find friends It’s not a day. Today, I finally met by chance, and I asked fellow Taoists to follow me back."
"Sage? Evil?" Monkey King sneered, "Not interested."
"This... Is it true that fellow Taoists have no compassion for the Primordial Spirits? They have no empathy for the Primordial Monks?"
The monkey was silent for a while, but just sat there blankly, as if he didn't want to pay attention to the "Sword Fairy".
Yang Jian was also patient, and continued to talk about great truths with Monkey King, straightforwardly saying that Monkey King frowned, and Yang Jian's mouth was dry, and Monkey King never communicated with him.
Finally, Yang Jian decided to change it.
"It is really tiring work to persuade fellow daoists,"'Sword Fairy' smirked.
Knowing this a while ago, he just did more in Monkey King’s dream, and let the ‘Bodhi Patriarch’ directly tell Monkey King the way forward, so he doesn’t have to be ‘talking about’ like this.
Always, Yang Jian wanted Sun Wukong to figure out how to walk the next road, so that he could strengthen his Dao heart and not "drop the chain" at a critical juncture.
Yang Jian casually took a pot of immortal wine, took a sip directly into the pot, and then let out a sigh of relief.
"This immortal brew is almost finished, and it's time to go back to Nanzhou to find more. By the way, fellow Taoist has not drunk the immortal brew of the Queen Mother Yaochi? Try it, how does this wine compare to the Queen Mother?"
Monkey King swiped his mouth, but he did not resist.
It's also because the ‘Sword Fairy’ has been talking about it for a long time, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and Monkey King are a little familiar.
I saw that Monkey King took the jug, raised his head and took a sip, then smacking his mouth, and started drinking with the jug.
"Hey, my fairy wine!"
"My grandson will pay you in the future! Hiccup!"
This fairy pot is also a magic weapon. The wine in it actually still has the capacity of a jar. Monkey King raised his head to fill it for a while, and he couldn't help but belch.
Yang Jian sighed slightly beside him.
He is a master and opponent and a friend of wine and meat...
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