421: C421 He Had a Plan in Mind

C421 He Had a Plan in Mind

It's all in the eyes of the major powers.

At this moment, they were all stupefied.

"This..."

"What did he do? He actually killed the Scripture Observer?"

"It seems like he did it on purpose to prevent Monk Tang from dodging the stones."

"Hahaha! This is too awesome, this is accomplishing my dream back then."

Sun Wukong held his stomach and laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out of his eyes.

No one knew how much hatred Tang Seng had for him during the journey to the west.

He was simply venting his anger for him.

"Nonsense. After killing Tang Seng, how are we going to proceed to the west? I suggest that we eliminate him immediately."

One of the Buddhas angrily rebuked.

Ox Demon King naturally wouldn't listen to this.

He immediately retorted, "You can't say that. We are competing to see who has the influence in the Journey to the West."

"My people will end the Journey to the West directly. Who has more influence than him? I think we should judge him to win"

"Also, that was the monk who personally said that he was going to the Western Paradise. Is there a problem with sending him to a shortcut?"

"You... you are simply speaking in a strange manner."

The reason why he traveled to the west was to preach the Buddhist laws. If it wasn't for Tang Seng acting as the link, what was the point of preaching?

Ye Fan did not play according to the routine.

Not only did he discredit the West in the game, but he was also the top scorer in the real world.

One had to know that the people they sent out were all people with great wisdom and tenacity.

They were only thinking about how to change the small power, but they would not think of the big power.

It was even more impossible for them to do such a despicable and shameless thing.

Even if they continued to play, their chances of winning would not be high.

"What I said is the truth." Ox Demon King said stubbornly.

"Alright! Don't be stubborn. Ox Demon King was right. Always Drilling Wind did not break the rules. Let's continue watching the competition. "

At this moment, an ancient melodious voice stopped them.

All the mighty figures kept silent.

They watched the competition obediently.

...

The game naturally couldn't end just like that.

Less than an hour later.

Guan Yin arrived on a cloud.

"Wukong, what do you think you should do?"

Oh?

With such a questioning tone, who were you talking to?

Ye Fan shrugged.

"I don't know what crime I have committed!"

"You have killed Monk Tang and committed a heinous crime. Do you still not repent?"

"Are you for real!? I didn't kill him, but rather sent him to the Western Paradise to obtain the sutras."

"Speaking of which, after such a long time has passed, he should have arrived."

"Okay! The scripture collection is over. The end of the entire play!"

"I'll go back to Mount Huaguo and live a free life right now."

Ye Fan turned around and left.

Of course, it was impossible for Mount Huaguo to go back.

Who would want to stay with a group of monkeys?

He transformed into an elegant young man, and then he went to the mortal world to look for flowers and willows.

What the hell?

Monk Tang was only a mortal, so after he died, he naturally went to the Underworld and reincarnated.

"Hmph, five hundred years and you still haven't gotten rid of your evil aura, this really broadened my horizons. Don't tell me you're not afraid of suppressing you for another five hundred years?"

Guan Yin was flustered and exasperated.

She had never seen such an unreasonable monkey.

What did it mean that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water?

What did it mean to be fearless?

Ye Fan expressed these words to the fullest extent.

"If Guan Yin Dashi feels that Wukong is wrong, then what does it matter if you bet another five hundred years?"

"Come on, bet on me! Come on, bet on me! Anyway, it's been five hundred years. There's no itch when there are too many lice, and there's no need to worry when there are too many debts."

Do you dare to put pressure on me?

If another five hundred years passed.

Monk Tang might even be alive by now.

What kind of sutra was he going to take out?

Who would dare to suppress him again?

"Splash Monkey! Stubborn and unreasonable."

"Cut the crap, hurry up and suppress it. If you don't, I'm leaving."

"Don't even think about leaving."

Guan Yin was so angry that he wanted to make a move.

Her jade-like hand was already holding the willow branch in the jade bottle.

But when she thought of the big picture, she could only give up.

He glared at Ye Fan and thought to himself, Hmph, I'll make you a binding spell in two days, let's see how arrogant you are.

After that, he disappeared without a trace.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, stood in front of Tang Seng's minced meat and stared blankly.

In just a minute.

The minced meat transformed back into its human form.

It was as if it had lost the memory of being smashed just now.

"Wukong, what are you thinking about?"

Tang Seng had a confused look on his face. He was still curious as to why he was in a daze here.

Initially, Ye Fan wanted to kill him a few more times.

However, after thinking about it, he realized that using this method once was still fine. If he used it too much, it would inevitably lead to the suspicion of him farming data.

In any case, there were many methods, and this was not the only one.

He smiled. "It's nothing. It's just that I recognized Master. Disciple's heart is filled with excitement."

"Good, good, good! In these five hundred years, you have been eating iron balls and drinking copper juice. You have suffered a lot. "

"Not bitter, not bitter. It is worth it to wait for Master to come."

"Good disciple, let's go on our way."

"Let's go! If you dare to ask where the road is, the road will be at your feet! Aoo! Awoo..."

He sang the familiar BGM.

Ye Fan had been thinking about his future development in his heart.

Journey to the West had a total of 81 difficulties.

Currently, it should be the eighth difficulty.

According to the script, today, they would enter an old man's home.

Bandits would attack at night, and Sun Wukong would kill all of them.

This place would trigger karma, and they would be put under the Jingu Spell.

Binding Chains were shackles, and could not be taken away even if one was beaten to death.

Therefore, bandits couldn't be killed!

Then let the bandits kill Monk Tang?

That doesn't seem to work either.

Sun Wukong was, after all, a Primordial Immortal on the surface.

If a mortal could commit murder under his hands, he would probably be judged to have lost.

Then, Ye Fan's eyes turned.

He had a plan in mind...

The sky gradually darkened.

The master and disciple arrived at the entrance of a small village house.

"Master, wait for me here. I'll go and call the door right away. We'll spend the night here."

"Okay."

Suddenly.

Ye Fan shook his head.

He was no longer the monkey with the long-haired face and the thunderous mouth.

Instead, he had returned to his original appearance.

Moreover, it was wearing the clothes of a young master. It had a finely sculpted face, a handsome nose, and lips that looked like cherry blossoms.

He was constantly showing off his charm.

The arc of his lips was perfect, as if he was smiling at any time.

This smile seemed to be able to make the sunlight push away the darkness from the clouds and shine in at once. It was gentle and calm, and he gave off a natural noble and extraordinary aura.

"Disciple, what is the meaning of this?"

Ye Fan shook Liu Hai Er.

"In the eyes of mortals, I am a demon. I don't want to scare them."

"You are really thoughtful. Go quickly."

"Dang, dang, dang... Old man, open the door! "

At this moment, an old man over the age of ten slowly walked out.

Behind him was a child around ten years old.

"This Young Master, you are?"

"This poor monk is Sun Wukong. We came from the Great Tang of the Eastern Lands to pay our respects to Buddha in the Western Paradise. We passed by this place and wanted to spend the night here. "

The old man had a puzzled expression.

The person in front of him was handsome and handsome. He also had long black hair and was dressed in brocade clothes.1

Was this the appearance of a monk?

He seemed like a rich young master.

However, Ye Fan's smile was like a spring breeze, naturally giving rise to a favorable impression.

Of course, he would not reject him.

"Haha, elders, please come in."

"Elder, the two of you should rest for a while. I'll go prepare the vegetarian meal right away." The old man spoke politely.

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