Journey to the West: I Am Entertaining in the Great Tang

On that day, Zhu Bajie looked at Master with his own eyes, and fought back several red monsters, shocked.

At that time, all the videos he recorded were posted on the forum.

On the forum, everyone who saw the video was incredible, and the rumors were really not credible!

Tang Seng is not cowardly and powerless!

On the contrary, he can defeat the enemy with one blow!

People talked and doubted, but Tang Seng didn't know it, because he was only on the way and didn't look at his mobile phone at all in the past few days.

As for Zhu Bajie, looking at the master's eyes again, apart from worship, it is admiration.

The masters and apprentices took the scorpion spirits, working day and night. On this day, they suddenly saw a mountain. The mountain was glowing red, as if it were covered with red lanterns. It was so beautiful!

"Master, take a look, what is on that mountain!"

Drifting looked up and saw it, and asked in surprise.

"This, too far away, I only saw a piece of red, it's not clear at all what it is."

Tang Seng immediately covered the sun with his hands, and took a closer look.

"Master, take a drink!"

Scorpion essence passed the water without losing the opportunity, and hoped to take this opportunity to get close to Tang Seng.

Unexpectedly, Tang Seng turned his head and said to Drifting: "Wu Jing, I'm thirsty for the teacher, bring some water."

Scorpion: "······"

Is it embarrassing?

No, you, Monk Tang, have a very bad temper recently. It's really unbearable to drive people to shake their faces at every turn.

Xie Zijing watched as the sand monk took the water and handed it to Tang Seng, who took it and drank it.

The anger in my heart is even greater.

Since she transformed into a human being, he has never given a good face!

I didn't get rid of it last time, and after that, it became cold treatment!

Even ignoring his own existence is too annoying!

Scorpion's pretty face was frozen, Tang Seng clearly saw it, but still ignored it.

"Wukong, you have good eyesight. Look at the big red clouds on the mountain. What is it?"

Monkey King agreed and looked up to the mountain carefully!

Shocked at the time!

It was actually a persimmon tree all over the mountains!

The persimmons on the tree are densely packed, already red, but they are still hanging on the branches!

"Hey! Master, the mountains are full of ripe persimmons! It's really strange. Looking at the red persimmons, they should be sweet and delicious, but why no one picks them?"

Monkey King looked on the ground again. Many persimmons fell on the ground and they were all rotten. The persimmon water, like a red soup, dripped from the mountain along the gully and gathered into a river of rotten persimmons!

"persimmon?!"

When Zhu Bajie heard it, he was happy. He jumped up high with joy: "My old pig will go pick it now! My old pig will go pick it now!"

Before Tang Seng agreed, he set up the clouds and flew directly towards the mountain.

Tang Seng and the others continued on their way, and soon they came to a village.

A few elderly people were crying in the village with their heads in their arms.

After Tang Seng saw it, he walked up to them sympathetically and asked, "Several donors! Why are you crying here?"

A really sad old man who was crying saw him answering: "Why are we crying? It's not that our child was taken away by the monster! We are all ages, and the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, can we not cry?"

"monster?"

Monkey King and Drifting asked in unison: "Are there monsters here?"

The old men stopped crying and answered sadly: "Our village is called Tuoluo Village. To the west, there is a Qijue Mountain." The old man reached out his hand and pointed to the distance, which is the one full of persimmons like red clouds. Mountain, "There are many persimmon trees on the mountain, which can bear many persimmons every year. For many years, people in the village would rather starve to death than dare to pick them! You see, the soup flowing out of the rotten persimmons has become under the Qijue Mountain. A persimmon river!"

As he was talking, a westerly wind suddenly blew, and the smell of rotten persimmons drifted into the village with a strange smell.

"Ahhh! It smells so bad!"

Not only the Tang monk, but even the sand monk can't stand it. The smell of this rotten persimmon is really unpleasant!

The scorpion essence also smelled, and she quickly covered her nose and mouth and turned her head to one side.

Tang Seng frowned slightly when he saw it.

"Donor, since the persimmons all over the mountains are rotten, why don't you pick them?"

Drifting was very strange, and asked.

"You don't know anything. One summer, when the people in our village were harvesting grain, there was a sudden gust of wind that made the sky dark.

It is very strange that the dust is all red! Everyone thought it was going to rain, so hurry up and clean up. Who knows that the red sand in the sky is a spell cast by monsters. He took the opportunity to eat a lot of cows and horses in the village, and even swept away some young people! After that, people were too scared to go out, no matter day or night, they ran as soon as they heard the wind! "

The old man has lingering fears.

"Youkai? Haha, we like monsters!"

Monkey King laughed and asked, "But what does the monster have to do with you picking persimmons?"

"This little elder, you don't know anything, that monster lives in Qijue Mountain! No matter how delicious the persimmons are full of mountains and plains, we dare not pick them!"

"Oh, that's it. That's bad!"

Tang Seng suddenly remembered that Zhu Bajie had just rushed up the mountain to pick persimmons, not knowing if it was in danger.

"Wukong, will something happen to Ba Jie?"

Monkey King smiled and said, "Master! Don't worry! That idiot, usually just lazy and not looking to show his true skills, anyway, he is also Taiyi Jinxian's cultivation skills, not so bad!"

"Amitabha, these eight precepts should really be beaten."

Then, Tang Seng asked the old man again: "Then you didn't think of a way to find someone with a good level of cultivation to catch monsters?"

"Don't mention it," the old man sighed: "Later, everyone went to Nanshan to invite a monk to drop the demon. But even the monk who dropped the demon was gone. Only the hat was hung on the treetop. It is estimated that the monk was taken away by the demon. Since then, no one has mentioned the matter of catching monsters. After all, that monster is too powerful, and no one can surrender."

After hearing this, the Drifter interrupted and said: "One or two monsters, it doesn't matter, no matter how many of my big brothers are there, I'm not afraid of them! Big brother, you can catch the monsters for the villagers, and it will be counted as the people."

When the old man heard it, he hurriedly pulled a few old people next to him, and he knelt down and thanked him.

Monkey King quickly grabbed them.

They are going to collect money again, thanking Wukong with a lot of money, and Wukong is determined not to.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew up between heaven and earth.

It is very strange that the dust that was scraped off turned out to be red!

Wukong pulled the sand monk and said, "Junior brother, good students protect Master!"

When he walked outside, he saw the sky full of red dust in the strong wind, and two red things as big as lanterns appeared in the air.

Hey, I have never heard of it before, and there are lanterns that become refined!

Monkey King was wondering when someone around him said: "Big brother, you also protect Master, I will meet this monster!"