Chapter 683

At night, it rained heavily outside, and there was lightning and thunder on the Sunday. In the broken temple, Tang Sanzang was chanting scriptures. Zhu Bajie directly fell down on the ground and fell asleep. The monk Sha was crying over the breaking of his charm potion.

Looking at the heavy rain outside, Monkey King began to miss his dream lover. The swordsman was running in with the sword of the son of heaven in his body.

At this time, when they saw a shrill roar, their faces changed and looked directly at the sleeping pig Bajie. A trace of blood appeared on his chest.

"What's going on?"

The monkey king stepped over and looked at the pig Bajie who was still sleeping. He didn't know what the situation was.

Tang Sanzang reached out and stroked Zhu Bajie's forehead: "it's so hot. Is it cold?"

Monk Sha frowned: "how can the strength of the immortal realm of the second senior brother be cold."

The swordsman stepped in and reached out to hold Zhu Bajie's arm. His mind sank into it. For a moment, his expression changed: "the yuan God is not in the body."

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed a light of fire. At the moment, as the swordsman said, there was only one flesh body: "it seems that the nerd Yuanshen didn't leave by himself, but was forcibly taken away."

For a moment, there was a sense of unease in the hearts of the people. The unknown is the most terrible. The swordsman can't detect how the other party took away the pig Bajie yuan God. It can be seen how powerful the enemy's mana is.

Tang Sanzang frowned. Here he had the lowest strength and only knew some Buddhist scriptures. He didn't know anything about the yuan God: "what should I do?"

Seeing this, Sun Wukong comforted Tang Sanzang: "master, don't panic. Treat me like old sun and see what's going on with the nerd Yuanshen."

When I was a child, although I only learned 72 changes, somersault clouds, and the great immortal formula from Bodhi guru, there were many capable people and different scholars among the disciples of the guru, one of whom was proficient in all kinds of small skills. Sun Wukong once played with him, so although he was not proficient, he was OK.

When he recited the truth, the monkey king's whole body was surging with real strength, and he stepped at a strange pace. For a moment, a point was in the center of Zhu Bajie's eyebrows.

"Buzz"

The cleansed real power spread like a ripple. Sun Wukong flashed a pure light in his eyes and said to the void, "come out."

For a moment, a mysterious mirror appeared in front of the people, but the picture in the mirror made them look heavy.

Chanting scriptures said that the past pig Bajie directly entered the dream, but he found that he actually returned to Gao Laozhuang after learning scriptures. With joy, he ran directly to find Miss Gao.

"Cuilan, I'm back."

As soon as I stepped into my dream, in a twinkling of an eye, I turned into a festive look. Pig Bajie was dressed in the groom's clothes and looked a little stunned. When I was about to see what was going on, I saw a matchmaker walking out slowly with a woman with a red head.

"What are you doing? Pick it up."

Gao Yuanwai didn't know where he ran out and directly photographed the stunned pig Bajie.

"Oh, oh"

Pig Bajie returned to his mind, threw the doubts in his head directly behind him, walked forward happily and held Gao Cuilan's red silk belt. At present, he directly married Gao Cuilan under the witness of the matchmaker and others.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Bajie was drunk and staggered to the new house. Looking at the red covered woman sitting on the bed, a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth and reached out to lift each other's headscarf.

At that moment, an inexplicable black gas rose. Before Zhu Bajie reacted, Gao Cuilan scratched Zhu Bajie's chest. In the wailing sound of pig Bajie, Gao Cuilan showed her true face, but she was a green faced and tusky ghost king.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Bajie frowned, felt the pain in front of his chest, moved his feet and retreated behind him.

The ghost King's eyes narrowed: "the scripture taker, ha ha, interesting. As long as you eat him, I'm not afraid of the king of hell. Just follow me first."

Pig Bajie snorted angrily. At this time, there was no wine. He raised his hand and punched the other party.

The ghost King disdained to turn his mouth, raised his hand and grabbed it. He held Zhu Bajie's fist in his palm with a little effort. Zhu Bajie immediately cried out miserably: "in the dream, it's my world. You'd better be honest to avoid suffering from skin and flesh."

As soon as he finished, the ghost King took pig Bajie into a black smoke and flew directly to an inexplicable place, where the image of Xuanguang mirror stopped.

"Wipe click"

Looking at the broken dark light mirror in the air, the swordsman frowned. How can this situation be like that recorded in the external form.

Monkey King snorted angrily, "what a ghost king! He dares to move my elder martial brother. He doesn't want to live."

Tang Sanzang shook his head: "Wukong meditates. We don't know where the other party will catch the yuan God of Bajie."

Monk Sha bent his fingers and knocked his head. Looking at the angry monkey king, he said, "elder martial brother, the second martial brother was unconsciously captured by the other party in his dream. Maybe we can find him in our dream."

The monkey king's eyes lit up when he heard the speech. After all, the other party also grabbed Zhu Bajie in his dream, and he didn't know it: "in this case, I'll go to bed and ask the master and Lao Sha to watch the flesh."

The swordsman raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll join you, too, but Wukong has no way to connect our dreams."

As soon as the monkey king's mind turned, he seemed to have an idea: "no problem, I have a secret skill that can connect you and my dreams."

The swordsman nodded, "wait a moment, I need to make some preparations."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the swordsman stepped slightly under his feet, turned around the broken temple, and laid a defense barrier: "OK, it's safer."

Now the monkey king and the swordsman were palm to palm. A bright light came out of the walker's body and wrapped them up. Just for a moment, they entered a dream.

Tang Sanzang read the Buddha's name and sat directly beside them to chant scriptures.

Monk Sha also has a spirit of 100000 points. At this time, he can't sleep.

At this time, in the dream, the swordsman who should have been with the Monkey King actually came to a familiar broken temple. Looking at the stone tablet on the side of the road, his eyes flashed a fine light: "lanruo temple, the ghost king has the ability to use his own strength to create what I think in my heart."

The swordsman who stepped in looked at the familiar pictures around him. It was the first time he came. The big beard in the middle was drinking wine.

"Yo, kid Ji, do you want a bite?"

The swordsman quietly took the wine gourd in the other party's hand and gently shook it: "thank you for letting me see my good friend again."

"Huh?"

Beard frowned. He didn't know what the swordsman was saying: "what do you mean? What are you talking about, Ji boy?"

The swordsman's eyes narrowed and the sword power in his body swung slightly. The wine gourd in his hand suddenly broke. In the roar, the wine in the gourd poured into the sharp sword and shot away at the beard in front of him: "Oh, what I think most is the one that haunts me, not the beard. Ghost king, your abacus is wrong."

At the moment of dreaming, the swordsman who had known something about the ghost King certainly wouldn't fall into the trap. At that moment, the appearance of lanruo temple came to mind.

"Whew"

The water sword flew, and the beard fled in a hurry. However, with the sword's ability, he beat the other party through with one breath.

Looking at the big beard turned into smoke, the world in front of me was like a mirror. Cracks appeared in front of me and broke in a moment.

Breaking the mirror world, the swordsman stood in a gloomy hall. The walker beside him was closing his eyes: "monkey, wake up, wake up."

At this time, Monkey King, who was playing with a group of monkeys in Huaguo Mountain, frowned. Looking at the sky, it seemed that a voice kept coming: "monkey, wake up."

"Huh?"

The monkey king gave a deep doubt, and his eyes flashed a light of fire. What he saw in his eyes was a large black fog. His monkeys and grandchildren were just composed of black Qi.

"Damn it, I almost found it. Break it for my old sun."

With a roar, the golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand fell, and WAN Jun's force roared out.

"Wipe click"

The dream was broken. In the gloomy hall, Monkey King opened his eyes and looked at the sword beside him. He couldn't help saying, "thank you. I almost fell in."

The swordsman shook his head and looked at the pig Bajie tied by the cross in the middle of the hall: "the old pig found it, but why didn't you see the ghost king."

On the other hand, the ghost king did not know that his dream was broken by the sword and the monkey king. At the moment, he was in the dream of Tang Sanzang.

Soon after the swordsman and the monkey king entered their dreams, Tang Sanzang recited scriptures. He didn't know why he felt so tired. A stunned God unexpectedly found that he came to Lingshan. Not far from his eyes was the Buddha he worshipped.

"Amitabha, disciple Tang Sanzang paid a visit to the Buddha Buddha."

The Tathagata Buddha smiled: "Sanzang has made meritorious contributions to learning sutras. From today on, you are in place. I hope you can practice and do not neglect."

With joy in his heart, Tang Sanzang knelt down directly in front of the Buddha: "disciple, take your orders."

The Buddha came up with a smile and looked at Tang Sanzang who was close at hand and grabbed him. The next moment, he laughed wildly: "ha ha, the man who took the Sutra caught him."

As soon as Tang Sanzang's face changed, there was no Lingshan Buddha in front of him. At the moment, there was a green faced and fanged ghost king in front of me.

"You are the ghost king."

The ghost King frowned: "I prefer others to call me a dreamer. Don't talk nonsense. You'd better go back with me. I'll eat your meat."

As soon as he finished, he grabbed Tang Sanzang and jumped into the void and disappeared.

At this time, in the dark hall, the swordsman and the monkey king frowned, looked at each other, and ran directly to the corner. In an instant, a dark shadow flew in with Tang Sanzang.

"Go up to the king."

The dream devil laughed, looked at the tied pig Bajie, directly threw Tang Sanzang up, and a rope flew out to drop Tang Sanzang in the air.

"Hmm? No, my dream space is broken."

At this time, a silent sword gas burst from behind. The dreamer's face changed. He avoided the key points of his body between lightning and flint, and his shoulder was directly pierced by the sword gas: "who?"

He was greeted by a shining iron rod: "eat my old sun's stick."

The dream devil's heart sank, the dream space was broken, and the other party had entered his palace. At the moment, it was too late to hide from the big stick. The other party raised his hand, gritted his teeth and directly raised his hand to meet him.

"Wipe click"

"Ah"

The bone of his hand was broken. The dream devil was directly knocked out by the monkey king. The moment he flew upside down, there was a cold breath behind him. A sword breath broke through the air. In a moment, one leg was cut off directly.

The swordsman stepped out: "old ghost, even we dare to rob. You don't want to live."

When the dream devil saw the sneak attacker coming out, his body slowly retreated, and his eyes flashed a gloomy color: "you can break my dream space."

With a cold hum, Sun Wukong went directly to the center to save Zhu Bajie and Tang Sanzang. He turned and looked at the golden cudgel swing in the mengmo's hand. "Go to hell and repent for old sun."

The dreamer's face changed: "the dream is my world. It's too early for you to kill."

With a light hum, I didn't see any action of the dream devil. In the blink of an eye, Ji Chen and Sun Wukong were directly thrown out of the dream.

The people who opened their eyes frowned: "can he manipulate the dream to throw us out?"