Journey to the West: People are in heaven, working from nine to five

Chapter 1589 Rakshasa: Immortal Lord, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight~
  Not saying where Lingji Bodhisattva decided to go, Chu Hao and the others from the Westward Journey began to head towards the Flame Mountain.

However, this time Chu Hao was very proactive and did not give the Wind-Fixing Pill to everyone.

Sun Wukong was also a little confused.

"Brother, do you have any plans?"

Chu Hao held the Wind-fixing Pill in his hand and said with a smile:
  "I see that Princess Rakshasa doesn't seem to be particularly fond of you. Since I'm the one supervising the journey to the west, I can't bear to see you hit the wall again and again. So let me help you."

Sun Wukong's eyes widened slightly and he hurriedly said:
  "It's necessary. Brother Prison God, you have so many things to do, how can you do these menial tasks? These are all things arranged by those shameless people in the West. If you want to be busy, you have to let those individuals be busy."

Diting, who has been monitoring in the sky, has a head full of black threads. You are noble and great. You can scold me now?
  However, Di Ting didn't think too much about Chu Hao's participation in the Westward Journey.

First, there was nothing he could do to stop him. After all, Chu Hao was so powerful, and the beatings Di Ting had endured were not just a few.

Secondly, Chu Hao is willing to throw himself into a trap, and Na Ting is eager to do so!

As for letting Chu Hao overcome the catastrophe and save everyone in the Westward Journey from disasters, well... Anyway, what is missing is not just this little disaster. As long as Chu Hao can be arranged, any number of disasters can be made up for in the future.

Now Xitian just wants Chu Hao to step into the ambush circle obediently.

Di Ting has been wary of Chu Hao, lest Chu Hao notice it in advance, so Di Ting has been monitoring with the supreme talent of alien beasts.

But currently, it seems that there is no trace of anyone leaking information to Chu Hao, and there is no clue of Chu Hao's reaction.

Therefore, Ting Ting thought to himself that he should just remain unchanged in response to all changes and be done with it!

Don't alert the snake, just wait for the unsuspecting Chu Hao to step into the ambush!

hum!

At that time, it’s time for me to take revenge!

Di Ting's eyes flashed with resentment, and his expression was full of coldness.
  Ever since Chu Hao violently beat up Di Ting in the Infernal Purgatory, and then let the demons destroy the Infinite Purgatory, and even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was pinned under the eighteenth level of hell, Di Ting only felt that she had suffered all the humiliation!
  However, revenge will be available soon, and Di Ting is extremely happy!
  He watched Chu Hao and his people arrive at the foot of the Flame Mountain using magical powers, and Di Ting had no objection at all. Although he had said before that magical powers could not be used during Journey to the West,
  But as long as it's Chu Hao, what's wrong?
  Anyway, you are throwing yourself into a trap. Arriving early can reduce accidents.

……

But he said that Chu Hao took everyone from the Westward Journey back to Cuiyun Mountain and arrived in an instant.

Chu Hao nodded slightly, and Sun Wukong rushed up on the spot, hit the door with an iron rod and shouted: "Open the door, open the door! I'm here to borrow a fan for you!"

The maid at the door was so panicked that she hurriedly reported to Princess Rakshasa: "Grandma, the person who borrowed the fan is here again!"

When Rakshasa heard this, he frowned and said:
  "This monkey is really capable! My baby slaps people and has to go 84,000 miles to stop. How can he come back just after blowing away? This time, I slapped him two or three times in a row until he couldn't find his way back. !”

The Rakshasa girl immediately looked fierce, holding two swords, and wanted to go out with murderous intent.

"By the way, the Immortal Lord is here too!" the maid reminded.

The Rakshasa girl stamped her feet, suddenly turned around, coughed twice, threw away her swords, then looked in the mirror nervously to dress up, and asked awkwardly:

"Does my makeup look smudged? I shouldn't have been angry when the Immortal Lord saw me before, right? No, it wouldn't be good if the Immortal Lord saw me like that before." A trace of loneliness flashed in the maid's eyes, but she didn't He hid it very well, just smiled and said:
  "Grandma's makeup looks very nice. The Immortal Lord just went to talk to Guanyin Bodhisattva, so he probably didn't see grandma."

Only then did the Rakshasa girl calm down slightly. She held a hairpin in her slender hand and walked out of the cave dignifiedly with steps as graceful as a lady's pen.

She once again saw the immortal king she longed for.

It was still the same scene, and the handsome young master was still there, but the difference was that what shone on the young master was no longer the blazing sun, but the cold moonlight.

The Rakshasa girl was stunned.

She had only thought that the Immortal Lord bathing in the sunshine was already the most beautiful sight in the world.
  But when she saw the Immortal Lord bathing in the cold moonlight, she realized that it turned out that the true form of the Immortal Lord was under the moonlight.

In the clear light, the Immortal Lord looked up at the moon, and even the bright moon turned into an inconspicuous grain of rice beside the Immortal Lord.

If there is a more beautiful existence in this world than the Immortal Lord, it is the Immortal Lord bathed in the moonlight.

Princess Rakshasa gave a dignified salute and said warmly:
  "Xianjun, what a coincidence, we meet again. The moonlight tonight is so beautiful."

Tang San was hiding next to him, looking at Princess Rakshasa who was as gentle as water and with an ethereal voice, and he couldn't help but said happily:

"Princess, the wind is gentle tonight."

Although he was sent flying tens of thousands of miles away, Tang Sanzang did not blame Princess Rakshasa at all. As long as she could forgive him and hand over the fan to the common people,
  If you can't do anything... just look at yourself one more time...

Sun Wukong on the side was extremely puzzled. He pointed at Princess Rakshasa and shouted:

"Rakshasa girl, don't let that girl go, hand over the fan quickly. I will give it back to you if I want to protect Tang Sanzang from his journey to the west. I will protect Tang Monk from crossing the mountain."

I am a sincere gentleman, not a villain who borrows things but never returns them. "

The corners of Princess Rakshasa's mouth, which has always been dignified and delicate, twitched obviously. She really wanted to point at Sun Wukong and curse: I will stab you to death with my sword!
  But she didn't want to lose her composure in front of the Immortal Lord. She just continued to look at the cold moonlight and the handsome Immortal Lord and said warmly:
  "Immortal Lord, it's better if the wind doesn't last this month. The night is long, so you need to make some plans."

Princess Rakshasa almost tied Chu Hao into the cave. If she couldn't defeat him, now Chu Hao had been put in a cloth bag by Princess Rakshasa and taken away directly. How could she use such literary rhetoric?

Chu Hao didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he simply pretended to be dumbfounded and continued to look at the bright moon in the sky. Anyway, Tang Sanzang and others would explain their intention.

Zhu Bajie was watching the scene from the side and just shrugged, "I'm just saying, the moonlight is so good, it's suitable for pricking, and there happens to be a watermelon field over there. Come on, let's go pricking?"

Princess Rakshasa can't bear it anymore. I've finally been gentle and artistic for once, but you invite me to have sex? Am I Runtu?

"Tang Sanzang, you are so annoying! Why are you so ignorant of current affairs? Don't ruin my good deeds here!"

Princess Rakshasa scolded angrily, and then took out her fan.

Tang Sanzang was extremely hurt. It was Zhu Bajie who was talking. Why are you talking about me?

(End of this chapter)