Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

This brother of love has been tortured out of the shadows, and after being dead for so long, he is still afraid.

Chapter two hundred and twenty eight happy things

Chen Ming and Huang Renjie didn't quite understand the current situation for a while.

Sun Wukong reluctantly turned around and reattached the long sword.

I don't know where the saint's corpse hit, and suddenly there was no movement, but the three of them have gradually moved away from here.

After I don't know how long it took, the scene in front of me finally changed.

The surrounding is no longer simple stone houses, but well-organized houses. There are also ditches for drainage by the roadside. Everything is built according to the appearance of the most prosperous city of the human race.

At this time, several people heard the faint sound of water, looked sideways, and saw that there was a subtle flow of water in the originally dry canal.

Sun Wukong looked forward, and a building more like a Taoist palace appeared in front of them.

However, the feeling of this Taoist palace is not as upright and bright as other Taoist palaces, or it may give people a sense of tranquility. This Taoist palace is extremely strange.

Even if there is a faint light around the Taoist palace, it still makes people feel weird.

"You stay here and wait for me."

Sun Wukong's tone was unquestionable, and he walked over after he finished speaking.

Pushing open the door of the Taoist Palace, what caught my eye was a small courtyard with a bronze tripod in front of it.

Sun Wukong walked in, but at this time, his ears were constantly hearing those extremely mysterious voices, and he vaguely felt that he should have heard it somewhere.

He walked to the edge of the copper cauldron, looked down, and saw that there was still water in the copper cauldron.

His shadow was reflected on the water, but it was not the appearance of his current body, but a stone.

That's right, Sun Wukong's reflection on the water is a stone.

Previously, Heavenly Court didn't know who had something, in short, it was the mirror that illuminated the demon, which allowed the demon clan to give their original form.

The demon mirror might be useful to him in the past, but he is now a saint. As long as he doesn't want to, no one can see his origin.

This bronze cauldron looks ordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so magical.

He just glanced at it and didn't make any more stops in the front yard.

Because, he even smelled the faint fragrance in front of him.

It's not the smell of food or anything else, it's the scent.

It belongs to the incense that only appears in sacrifice or worship.

Everything here is as if someone is there.

Sun Wukong walked into the front hall, and saw an offering table in front of him, on which was placed a statue of a god he did not know. .

He then walked forward.

Behind the front hall is another courtyard, and in front of it is the main hall.

Of course, this is under the premise that Sun Wukong did not guess wrong, because this palace is similar to the one he saw in the Great Desolation or Journey to the West.

The layout and layout also seem to be the same.

At this time, without waiting for him to walk over, the wooden door of the main hall in front opened in response.

Sun Wukong saw it, and a figure sat with his back to him.

He could not feel any breath emanating from this figure.

But he still carefully placed his hand on the handle of the knife, and then slowly walked forward.

Nothing happened until he walked to the man's side.

He looked down and smacked his mouth.

Another corpse.

He glanced around and finally prepared to leave.

At this time, a white shadow suddenly floated in front of him, very close to him.

So close that Sun Wukong could see the pores on her face, as well as the pair of extremely clear eyes.

"I haven't had a guest here for a long time." Her voice was also very light, like the purest little girl in the world talking.

Sun Wukong put his hand down from the handle of the knife and said softly, "Who was the guest who came here last time?"

The woman in front of him was not hostile to him.

Secondly, this woman is not a living person, but a spirit body.

In layman's terms, it's just a lonely ghost.

"You should know better than me. There are so many people here, and one of them seems to be in your body." The woman continued, her figure floated up and sat on the beam above.

Sun Wukong knew that she was referring to Pangu, so he had a feeling that everyone here knew Pangu.

First the witch, then the mummified corpse under the stone tablet behind, and then the ghost woman here.

"I don't intend to disturb your quiet life, but there are some problems. I want to come here to get an explanation. If I feel offended, there is nothing I can do. I just want to know who the guests who came here last time were." Sun Wukong said calmly.