Rebirth of the mad demon of the journey to the west

Chapter 39 Abbot Xianshan, Emperor Donghua (please recommend)
East China Sea, Penglai Immortal Island.

Sun Xiaoyi stepped on somersault clouds and came to the sky above Penglai Island again.

Just flying all the way, the process of obtaining the millet pill from the Antarctic fairy suddenly flashed in my mind.

For some reason, I recalled a detail.

When the Antarctic fairy took out the white jade gourd from his Baiyun cave, his boy Hetong once blurted out: "Master, what are you doing with the elixir?"

But later, the Antarctic fairy just got himself a millet pill from a gourd.

In the eyes of Taibai Jinxing, the millet pill is just a panacea that is not popular.

Judging from this detail, there must be an elixir in the white jade gourd of the Antarctic Immortal Weng.

This old man is a sect of immortals, with a respected status, and he has lived for many years.

For such a long time, whether it was going to Wuzhuang Temple to rub ginseng fruit, or the flat peach banquet in the heaven, he was indispensable.

It can be seen that there must be some private goods in his hand.

Sun Xiaoyi stood on the cloud, his mind spinning rapidly, and after a while, he grinned.

This old fairy has elixir in his hand, he would be sorry if he didn't steal a few, but at least he has helped him, so let him save some face and forget about stealing a few.

Thinking of this, put away the somersault cloud, jumped off the cloud head, and came to the Baiyun Cave.

"Old Immortal, are you at home? The old grandson is here to bother you again." Sun Xiaoyi sat down on the stone table in front of the cave in a grand manner, scratching his neck and roaring.

As soon as the voice fell, two figures flashed out of the hole immediately.

It was Lu Tong and He Tong who were dressed in white.

When the two little boys saw Sun Xiaoyi, they immediately raised their swords nervously and retreated to the entrance of Baiyun Cave.

Seeing the nervousness of the two of them, Sun Xiaoyi shook his head and said with a smile: "Little milk boy, Lao Sun is not a scourge, why does he wield swords and swords as soon as he meets. Where is your old fairy?"

"Monkey head, why are you back?" He Tong asked cautiously.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just want to ask the old fairy for advice."

"What's the matter? Just say it."

"Speak directly? It's useless to tell you. Where's the old fairy? What, you're out?" Sun Xiaoyi blinked and asked in surprise.

"My family's ancestors, together with Fu and Lu, went to Fangzhang Xianshan to play chess with Emperor Donghua. We will return soon." Lutong replied loudly from the side.

When Sun Xiaoyi heard this, he was ecstatic in his heart.

Really want what to come.

The Antarctic Immortal went to play chess with Emperor Donghua, and it is estimated that he will not come back in a while.

It's the right time to steal the elixir.

After thinking about it, he laughed, waved his hand at Lu Tong and He Tong and said, "Since that's the case, the old grandson will go to Abbot Xianshan to have fun, you two little milk babies, just leave now."

"Bah, who is the little milk baby? You little monkey, you are too small to be our grandson." Hetong frowned and cursed disdainfully.

Sun Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a fake smile: "Hmph, that's right, I'm afraid you have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but you are still pretending to be tender here. It's really an old cow with a big top, so awesome .”

After finishing speaking, he jumped up and left quickly while stepping on somersaulting clouds.

Hetong and Lutong looked at each other in a daze, and it took a long time to understand the meaning of "the old cow has a big top", and their faces turned red with anger, and they kept cursing.

Besides, Sun Xiaoyi flew towards Abbot Xianshan with somersaulting clouds.

If there is no accident, there must be that little bastard Nezha following in the dark, no matter whose order he is under, as long as he dares to play with himself, he will have to return a hundred times and a thousand times.

During the flight, Sun Xiaoyi recited the formula silently, secretly pulled out the monkey hair and exhaled the immortal energy, turned into a clone, concealed his figure, and secretly returned to Penglai Xiandao.

And his own body accelerated to Abbot Xianshan to create evidence of his absence.

The two venues need to be carried out at the same time, which is really a bit troublesome.

After a few breaths, Sun Xiaoyi stepped on the somersault cloud and came to the Abbot's fairy mountain.

Good guy, another great place to go.

The three islands in the East China Sea and Yingzhou, the abbot of Penglai, are all blessed places on earth.

In front of the Abbot Xianshan, the purple light on the top of the mountain soars straight into the sky, the mountain is full of fragrance, the flowers and trees are brilliant, and the mountain is surrounded by colorful clouds and smoke, which looks beautiful.

There are many fruit trees in the mountains, such as melons, pears and peaches in the mortal world, and exotic flowers and plants in the blessed land.

After only a few glances, Sun Xiaoyi was already dazzled, and praised secretly in his heart. He roughly searched for the direction in the air, and immediately found the holy land of the Immortal Palace hidden in the mountains.

The Immortal Palace is called Taiyuan Palace, and it is the residence of Emperor Donghua.

In front of Taiyuan Palace, with a radius of more than ten miles, there is a piece of green grass.

At the edge of it, there is a clear water pond.

On the side of the pond, there are several gods gathering together, seeming to be discussing something.

Sun Xiaoyi lowered his head quietly, restrained his breath, and slowly leaned over.

These gods were really serious, they were talking about a chess game on a piece of bluestone. These four gods should be Fu Weng, Lu Weng, Nanji Xianweng and Donghua Dijun.

They were so engrossed in the discussion that they didn't even notice that Sun Xiaoyi had moved behind him.

Suddenly, a soft shout came from not far away: "Where is the evildoer, dare to sneak into the fairy mountain?"

The voice was so clear and bright that the trembling four immortals trembled at the same time, they turned around quickly and were stunned.

Only the Antarctic fairy was stunned for a moment, and immediately said in surprise: "So it's the madman of Huaguo Mountain? Why did he sneak here?"

"Ahem, old fairy, how can you use the word "sneaky"? Old Sun came here in a big way."

Sun Xiaoyi coughed twice, then turned to look at the person who just yelled softly.

Not far away, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a blue Taoist robe, wearing a lun scarf, holding a tea tray in both hands, was staring at him.

This little boy's expression was high and full of temperament, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were piercing.

If nothing else, this should be Donghua Emperor's disciple Dongfang Shuo.

At this time, Emperor Donghua, Fu Weng, and Lu Weng looked at the Antarctic Immortal at the same time, and asked in wonder, "This is the mad saint who was summoned to the Lingxiao Temple today?"

"It's this sage who is capable of defeating the Buddha's true biography." Nanji Xianweng stroked his long beard, and although he praised him, his brows frowned slightly.

He intuitively felt that Sun Xiaoyi might be in trouble again when he came here.

After all, Emperor Donghua is the owner of this place. He looked Sun Xiaoyi up and down, bowed his hands in salute, and said in a loud voice: "The great sage is a guest from afar, and he has not greeted him. I am rude."

"Hehe, don't be so polite. The old grandson just happens to be meeting."

Sun Xiaoyi waved his hand with a smile, of course he would not take Emperor Donghua's kind words seriously.

In fact, when these old men from Xianshan saw him one by one, they all had strange looks in their eyes, and they were polite to him, probably because of Sun Wukong's face.

Which one of them really thinks highly of themselves?
Absolutely not.

So Sun Xiaoyi didn't take them seriously.

Taking a closer look at Emperor Donghua, he was really born with a vision, short in stature, like a five-foot boy, with awe-inspiring dizziness all over his body, and a high level of cultivation.

Well, now that we have met, the proof of my alibi is considered grandiose.

On Penglai Island, it's time to do it.

(End of this chapter)