Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

"Junior Brother, I'll go first, you can do it yourself!"

Sun Wukong was a little stunned, and wanted to fool this man for a while, but he didn't hesitate at all, and just ran away.

He looked at Zhunti helplessly, with pity in his eyes.

The latter's face was a little ugly, and his eyes dimmed.

"Tsk tsk, you senior brother, you are really loyal." Sun Wukong said, which is naturally ironic.

Zhunti glanced at him, but said, "Senior brother shoulders the fate of the entire West, I don't blame him."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong gave him a very serious look and laughed.

He said that he didn't hold any resentment, but the expression on his face at this moment was extremely disappointed.

Ok……

At this time, another plan came to his mind.

"Now that you are in my hands, I really don't have a chance to compete for that holy position, why don't we talk?"

Zhunti snorted coldly, obviously not wanting to talk too much with Sun Wukong.

"Don't you want to know who I am?" Sun Wukong asked, pointing at himself.

Zhunti snorted again and said, "Who are you and what does it have to do with me, I actually fell into your hands, and you want to kill or cut, you are free."

Sun Wukong somewhat appreciates the quasi-promotion at this time, look, how strong he is.

After he became a saint, how could he have become a corpse?

He couldn't figure it out for a while, but he came into direct contact with Fangti's imprisonment, and then said: "I am a Daoist of destiny, there is nothing in this world that I do not know, and I am here today, indeed for you. "

Sun Wukong didn't care about that much, he opened his mouth and began to flicker.

Zhunti looked suspicious at first, but just thought about the pressure that Sun Wukong brought him when he shot just now, it seems that such a strong person has no need to deceive him.

It's just that he has never heard of the name Daoist Destiny. Could it be that he lived in the West for a long time, and he didn't even get any news about such a great god from the Middle Earth?

"Come for me? You stop me from seizing the opportunity to be sanctified. How dare you say that you came for me?" Zhunti said sarcastically.

Sun Wukong nodded very seriously, rolled his eyes, and said, "There are six seats on the futon, and the six people who sit on it will have the opportunity to become saints, while Sanqing and Nuwa are the four of Hongjun's internal decision. Disciple, there are only two futons left, even if you and Jiyin arrive, can you really win the remaining two futons?"

Zhunti's eyes moved slightly. He knew what Sun Wukong meant and how difficult it was to get those two futons, but he shook his head and said, "How can you know if you don't fight for it?"

Sun Wukong sighed and said: "If you are the only one in the West, maybe you have a great chance, but in this era of luck, the luck of the West is not strong at all, and it is divided between the two of you, so that futon. , I am destined to miss you, but now that I have given up on you, there are still some opportunities."

Zhunti glanced at him again, and still asked, "Your Excellency hasn't explained why you left me."

"Actually, it doesn't have to be to keep you. It's fine for me if you stay with me. I'm doing this just to increase your chances of getting the opportunity in the West. Besides, those who go can compete for the opportunity. There is also a chance for those who stay here." Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows as he spoke.

When the latter looked at Sun Wukong, his eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist, he just felt that he couldn't see through this person, let alone whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

"However, I will send you that chance in the future to ensure your satisfaction. If you are now, you should go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the class first. There are three lectures by Na Hongjun. For you, this one is still worth listening to. , Don't worry, I will naturally find you in the future and give you a chance that is no weaker than sanctification."

Having said that, Sun Wukong waved his hand at him.

Zhunti looked at him suspiciously. Although he still didn't understand what Sun Wukong meant, he took a few steps forward tentatively.

And Sun Wukong doesn't care, it seems that he really lets him leave.

Zhun Ti took a deep breath and ran with big strides, a cloud born from under his feet.

Just as he was about to leave here, Sun Wukong's voice came into his ears again.

"Don't really trust anyone. Look, can't your senior brother leave you behind in times of crisis?"

Zhunti didn't turn his head back, but his eyes moved slightly after hearing this.

Yes, I really can't trust anyone.

The practice of receiving and citing today really chilled his heart.

Coupled with some of Sun Wukong's intentional or unintentional remarks to him, Zhunti at this time, deep down in his heart, already felt a little alienated from the introduction.

Chapter [-] Junior Brother, you are here!

The Zhunti from the future was healing in the cave, but he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His head suddenly began to feel severe pain, and the pain lasted for about a stick of incense before he gradually recovered.

When he raised his head again, there was doubt in his eyes.

Because just when he had a headache just now, he found that his memory seemed to be missing something inexplicably, but after all, the saint's years were so long that he didn't even remember where the memory was missing.

However, when he thinks of his senior brother receiving the Taoist, there is always the same unfamiliarity.

He shook his head, thinking that the injuries were too numerous to affect his soul.

……

In Zixiao Palace.

This is the dojo of Hongjun, and it will also be the birthplace of Dao in the future.

This place is not as majestic as the Heavenly Court that Sun Wukong has seen, but it is a place that can make people exclaim at a glance.

A Taoist palace hangs above the sky, and immortal energy hangs down from all parts of the Taoist palace like a stream of water.