I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

A greeting came from the sea eye, and everyone's face turned green.

You're making such a big fuss without even meeting me?

Either you, Shen Gongbao, are a worthless person, or someone took you down to fill the sea eye.

Should.

"Shen Gongbao, you are calling me!"

Zhu Bajie was the first to fire, followed by Monk Sha: "You are disrupting the progress of the journey to obtain the scriptures. Believe it or not, I will ask the Jade Emperor to add another 2,000 years to your sentence!"

The Dragon Prince refused to give in: "Do you want to test whether my dragon race is proficient in controlling water?"

Tang Seng was much more direct: "Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

"Hey, stop fighting, stop fighting." Shen Gongbao hurriedly called for a halt. "You can't leave. There's a huge monster that has existed since ancient times ahead. It eats up half of the North Sea in one meal. If you go there, you'll just be delivering food. I'm calling you here because it's for your own good!"

"Bullshit, it would be bad for us if you stop us." Sun Wukong was also afraid of this man, "Quickly get out of the way and let us pass, otherwise I will find Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Ah, monkey, it's not that I look down on you, do you know Yuanshi Tianzun?" Shen Gongbao curled his lips. How could Yuanshi Tianzun care about a monkey like you? He was unhappy when he saw animals.

"My master is Yang Gui."

"Yes, please!"

Shen Gongbao parted the water, revealing a road dividing the sea and making way for it.

Or maybe Shen Gongbao is the national teacher of the Shang Dynasty. His emotional intelligence, his ability to judge the situation, his decisiveness, and his shamelessness.

It's hard to compare with anyone.

Even Sun Wukong, who was a disciple of Yang Gui, was surprised when he saw it.

"I always feel that you should be my master's apprentice." Sun Wukong said as he looked Shen Gongbao up and down.

"Hey, that's totally irrelevant. When I told people to stop in the Shang Dynasty, your master hadn't even appeared yet." Shen Gongbao also showed off his seniority at the right time. After all, he was telling the truth. "When your master came to me and asked me to stop the pilgrims, he didn't say you were his disciple. If you had said so earlier, I would have given way."

"Well, that's what you said. We have to stop it if we have to. Otherwise, how can it be considered a difficulty?"

Sun Wukong thought for a while and said, "How about this? Let's design a scenario where the North Sea Eye gets out of control, and let all of us get pulled into the North Sea Whirlpool. Then I escape, and then I ask you to split the sea water to save us. This will also live up to your title of General Splitting the Sea. How do you think?"

"Well, what you said makes sense, and your logic is very smooth, but there is only one problem." Shen Gongbao pointed at himself, "I am a bit new, and it is not a problem for me to simply control the sea eye, but if you really fall into the sea eye, I can't save you."

"That's fine. Didn't the Sea Eye say that we won't be afraid if we have the strength of a quasi-saint?"

"That's right, if you can have the strength of the Three Corpses Quasi-Sage, not to mention not being afraid, you can even drain this sea eye. But you..." Before Shen Gongbao finished his words, he saw Sun Wukong exhaling fairy air, and four golden lights appeared on his hands, covering the other four people in the journey to the West one by one.

"That'll do."

Shen Gongbao almost peed himself.

Wow, a Daluo Jinxian, a Daluo Jinxian who proved his way through strength, and a Daluo Jinxian comparable to a quasi-saint.

Fortunately I didn't do it, otherwise I would... Oh, I won't die yet. If I die, Haiyan will reassemble my bones and resurrect me.

After all, this is the curse of Yuanshi Tianzun, and a mere Daluo Jinxian cannot break it.

But if I’m not dead, it’s really painful!
Shen Gongbao was filled with curses in his heart. Did that bastard Yang Gui want me to cause trouble for his quasi-saint disciple?

My life is not a life, right?

"Then let it be." Shen Gongbao felt bitter, but what else could he do? Should he scold Yang Gui or Sun Wukong? The beating he received was too light. Originally, Yuanshi Tianzun sentenced him to life imprisonment in the North Sea Eye, but Yang Gui rescued him, and he was grateful to him.

It was impossible to swear in public, but I was not in a very happy mood either. I could only let Sun Wukong do whatever he wanted like a dead fish.

The Monkey King in the original novel, who was full of setbacks along the way and was almost strangled to death by the golden hoop curse of Tang Seng, an ordinary monk, would probably be very pleased to see that this parallel world self of his is now able to plan the specific details of the disasters on the journey to obtain the scriptures.

At this point in Journey to the West, it can be said that there are no more regrets.

Shen Gongbao relaxed his control over the water flow, and the terrifying suction force of the original North Sea Eye immediately swept the five members of the pilgrimage group in.

In fact, Tang Seng had a brocade cassock on him, and Monk Sha and Prince Long could also resist with their water swords. Although they did not have the ability to escape from the North Sea Eye, they would not necessarily die. After all, the three of them could withstand the attack of the Sea Eye for one or two hundred years.

The Eye of the North Sea is not a dead end. The spiritual energy it extracts is to be supplied to the various water systems in the four continents. Eventually, a way out can be found from other places, but it is more dangerous.

The only one who is really in danger is Zhu Bajie. He will definitely die if he goes in.

But with the protection of Sun Wukong's magic power, it didn't matter. So the four of them ate hot pot and sang songs while playing the Ferris wheel and jumping off the bungee in the Beihai Sea Eye.

Sun Wukong used his stick to break the turbulent whirlpool of water alone and emerged his head from the water.

"Old immortal, we are monks from the Eastern Tang Dynasty who are going to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures. We have fallen into the sea eye. Please save us!" Sun Wukong pretended to say to Shen Gongbao, who was standing not far away like a floor drain.

"Ah, so you are the holy monk who is seeking Buddhist scriptures. Ok, let me help you!" Shen Gongbao's dialogue skills are far from good and seem extremely awkward, as if he is in a costume idol romance drama starring a young idol. Listening to it makes people want to chop off his head.

But although his lines were terrible, the work on his hands was real.

Shen Gongbao's strength is very weak, but after all, he is named the General of Water Dividing the East China Sea in the Investiture of the Gods. He has the Way of Heaven in the Investiture of the Gods, and even Yuanshi Tianzun cannot stop him.

Although this is the North Sea, it is just a water divide.

Shen Gongbao raised one hand and chopped downwards, and the whirlpool of the sea eye split into a very narrow passage, and the group of pilgrims hurried out.

A moment later, the passage was closed. Shen Gongbao was sweating profusely. This time he was not acting. For him, being able to do such a thing was the result of practicing after filling the sea eye for thousands of years.

"Thank you very much, old immortal." Tang Seng put his hands together and bowed: "Old immortal, you helped us to overcome a disaster. It is a great merit in the destiny. When I go to the West, I will petition the Tathagata Buddha to reduce your sentence."

"Okay, in that case, I'll trouble you, Saint Monk!" Shen Gongbao replied, and then said it again: "My Sea Eye is easy to pass, but there is a huge demon from ancient times ahead. This beast is very powerful. Even if you are a Daluo Jinxian, you will not be able to escape death. I advise Saint Monk to take a detour."

"The road to the scriptures is right under our feet. We must be determined and not change our mind." Tang Seng shook his head to refuse Shen Gongbao's kindness. "I appreciate your kindness, old immortal, but how can I avoid the dangers and difficulties on the road to the scriptures? Old immortal, I bid you farewell."

So the pilgrims rode on the dragon and continued to move forward. After less than half a month, they saw a piece of land.

"land?"

Sun Wukong's brows furrowed.

With his eyesight, he couldn't see the end of the land, but would there be land in the center of the sea?
Yes, when I was studying Taoism under my master in the early years, I once heard him say that Antarctica in some worlds is an icy continent.

This is not right either...

Before I could finish my thought, a sound like muffled thunder exploded in my ears.

"The pilgrims, you are here!"

Just this sound almost made everyone faint.

It’s not that they haven’t met the Three Corpse Quasi-Saints before. Lu Ya, Zhen Yuanzi, and Kong Xuan are all Three Corpse Quasi-Saints. But most of the meetings were in a friendly manner. Only Kong Xuan had some malicious intent, but he was still joking in the intention.

This guy is different, he is Kong Xuan’s father.

Not only is he Kong Xuan's father, but he is also a terrifying giant beast from the prehistoric times. Not to mention that he has number one in the Ancient Demon Court, he also has number one when attending lectures in the Zixiao Palace, and those are the contestants who have to sit in the first two rows.

This calmness and composure of the older generation of artists...

"Don't tell me, it's really delicious."

Sun Wukong picked up a piece of Kun meat sashimi and threw it into his mouth, and called out to the other members of the pilgrimage group: "Come and try it. I heard from my master that they have been eating this stuff for a long time. Hey, Senior Kunpeng, can you turn into a bird? Let me taste the difference between your wings and your son's wings."

"I'll fucking kill you!"

Kunpeng was annoyed at that time.

Although people like him don't care about his two sons, otherwise, the two sons' self-defense methods and magic powers would have nothing to do with him. The entire prehistoric world only knows that Peacock and Dapeng are born from the ancestor Phoenix, but no one knows who their father is.

Kunpeng's behavior is pure black character.

But can Kunpeng tolerate eating its meat in front of him and asking to compare the taste of his own meat with that of his son's meat?
Even though he was just acting, he was still filled with rage. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed all five members of the pilgrim group.

Kunpeng is not like those monsters who overestimated their own capabilities on the journey to the West. If other monsters dare to eat Sun Wukong, they will have to kneel on the ground and call him Grandpa Sun.

But Kunpeng ate Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong really wanted to call Kunpeng grandpa.

The terrifying torrent of mana and digestive juice was even more terrifying than the Nine Netherworld Wind when Sun Wukong and Ksitigarbha reincarnated, and it was like a bone-eating soul-corroding force. The other three members of the pilgrim group were already unconscious as soon as they entered, and half of their bodies were digested.

Tang Seng was slightly better than the other three, but not by much. Relying on his brocade robes and purple gold bowl, he could only hold out for a few more seconds before he also began to dissolve.

Even Sun Wukong felt a burning sensation all over, and his body seemed to be about to fall apart.

You have to know that his body, as a perfect and flawless Daluo Jinxian, is stronger than that of an ordinary quasi-saint, yet it could still collapse like this.

That's natural. Kunpeng is no small character. He was a giant in the Heavenly Demon Court countless times ago and was able to kill Taoist Hongyun, who was also a quasi-sage of the Three Corpses.

How do you really compare him with those Three Corpse Quasi-Saints who came after him?

Even now, in terms of absolute hard power, he cannot defeat Tathagata who is in accordance with the destiny in the West, but that is the victory between the Three Corpses Quasi-Saints. In terms of the horror of killing opponents who cannot match the Three Corpses Quasi-Saints, he, Kunpeng, is definitely a billion times more terrifying than the compassionate Buddha.

Horrifying and cruel, this is the great ancient power that has existed since the beginning of chaos and has gone through countless epochs.

"Hey, stop, you're still asking people to make conditions and not let them give in!"

Sun Wukong felt a little frightened. For the first time, he felt that the journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures was not a joke. Or, even if it was, he should not treat it with such carelessness.

It can really kill people.

Even if they didn't dare to kill him for the sake of Yang Gui and Hou Tu, killing the Dragon Prince, Monk Sha and Zhu Bajie, and then imprisoning him somewhere for thousands or tens of thousands of years would not affect his journey to the West.

At worst, they could just let Tang Seng go, or even better, they could just protect Tang Seng as he went to the West to obtain the scriptures.

These three quasi-saints are much stronger than himself, a Daluo Jinxian, and can better protect Tang Seng.

"You've already eaten my son, so what terms can I negotiate with you?" Kunpeng's voice rang out in his stomach: "You ate my son, so I eat you. It's reasonable. No one should talk about revenge for anyone else."

"No, your son has committed many evil deeds and eaten millions of people. There is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in the Lion Cave. Ask the heavens, your son's three brothers should also be punished for this crime."

When Sun Wukong heard that Kunpeng was willing to talk to them, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this was the real hurdle on the journey to the West. "We are all kind-hearted people on the journey to the West, especially Elder Tang, who is the reincarnation of a kind-hearted person for ten generations. If you eat a bite of his meat, you will become immortal and live as long as the sky..."

"Yes, then I will eat him." Kunpeng's voice sounded so natural.

"Others seek immortality, but you want to achieve immortality by eating Tang Monk?" Sun Wukong was defeated by this old man's shamelessness. "Just tell me, what do you need to let us pass?"

"Then I'll tell you, wait a minute, I'll look for the words." Kunpeng fiddled with it for a long time, found the lines, and read them out: "I just don't accept it, this is unfair, why is it natural for you humans to eat meat, but it's a heinous crime for monsters to eat humans, this is unfair!"

Sun Wukong curled his lips. He had just been praising the old artist's acting skills, but now with this, it seemed that Kunpeng was only good at acting himself.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"I demand equality between humans and monsters! Our monster lives are also lives, and we monsters also have the right to live on this land!"

Well, as soon as Kunpeng said this, his skin color seemed to become even darker.

"Okay, I'll ask the Jade Emperor for you and see what he says." Sun Wukong quickly responded, "Release my nephew and the others, and I'll help you."

"Hey, stop talking nonsense. If you can figure it out for me, I will not only respectfully invite your teammates out to heaven, but also become your brothers. If you can't figure it out, hmph, I will eat some Tang Monk flesh!"

have to.

Sun Wukong spread his hands.

How come all these Three Corpses Quasi-Saints have the same words? Was this poem written by his teacher? How many sworn brothers of the Three Corpses Quasi-Saints has he gained along the way? (End of this chapter)