Bajie spit out the sawdust in his mouth, and then he took the four willow trees back to Wuzhuang Temple.

After Wukong took the trunk, he used his hand as a knife and chopped off all the branches.

He used the hemp rope to trap them on the pillar, bit the tip of his tongue, squirted a mouthful of donated blood, and shouted, "Change!"

These four willow tree trunks transformed into himself, Li Fu, Bajie, and Wujing.

Both appearance and body shape are exactly the same.

Ask them questions and they can answer simple questions.

If you just call them by name, there is no difference at all from the real person's answer.

In this way, the master and disciples once again ran wildly through the night and escaped from Wuzhuang Temple.

At daybreak, Wujing, Wuneng, Wukong, and Ryoma felt nothing.

Li Fu over there started to show off a little bit on his horse.

At this time, Wukong said, "It's my fault. I forgot that Master was mortal. I should put the big bed on the back of the white horse for Master to rest."

Li Fu steeled himself and shook his head, trying to dispel the fatigue.

The dragon and horse over there held their heads high, as if to thank this senior brother.

Wukong felt a little distressed when he saw this. Mortals are in such bad health.

Birth, old age, illness and death are all things that cannot be avoided without talking about them.

The energy alone is not very useful.

He said, "I will find a cool and windless place and ask Master to rest for a while."

Only then did Bajie start to complain.

He said that his feet hurt from walking, and his brain also hurt.

Their master and disciples were resting here, and the Immortal Zhenyuan over there woke up early in the morning and after having a meal, he asked the boy to take a whip and start beating Bajie.

The boy somehow managed to say to Bajie, "I'm going to beat you up."

Bajie, who turned into a willow tree, had an expressionless face, "Just stop beating him."

Fairy Tong took this expressionless face as determination.

He was also a little angry, so he swung the whip and gave him thirty lashes.

After finishing Bajie, I still felt angry.

He asked the monk again, "I'm going to beat you."

The Sha Monk also said, "Let's fight."

At this time, Wukong, who was resting in the distance, suddenly shuddered.

He said, "It's not good!"

Li Fu asked, "But you feel unwell?"

Wukong replied, "I turned those four willow trees into you and me, master and disciple, at night. I just thought they fought yesterday, but they won't fight again today. Unexpectedly, they hit my incarnation, and they hit harder."

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"Now that we are far away, the effect of the spell is weaker. After being hit, my body trembled and I automatically stopped the spell."

The boy over there was still beating Sha Wujing, but how could he expect that Monk Sha, who had just retorted harshly, would turn into a big willow log in the blink of an eye?

On the bark of the tree, there are still clear traces of his whipping.

The Taoist boy had never learned this kind of technique before, and he was suddenly a little scared.

He reported to the great Immortal Zhenyuan, "Master! Those monks from the Tang Dynasty were beaten only a few times, but they all turned into willow branches and roots."

"These monks can't be monsters!"

Hearing this, the great immortal said with a sneer on his face, "I once heard that Sun Dasheng Monkey King once made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, and even the dragnet and the earth net could not catch him. It really makes sense."

"If you leave, you leave."

"How can you use this willow tree as your name and humiliate me?"

"I will never let you go! I will catch you again now!"

As the great immortal said this, he climbed onto the cloud head.

He looked to the west and saw the group of monks carrying their bags and riding their horses on the road.

The immortal lowered his head and said, "Sun, where are you going? Give me back the ginseng fruit tree!"

Bajie said, "It's over! It's over! The enemy is here again!"

The traveler said to Li Fu, "Master! It seems that we are not getting along well today. You tried to reason with this man yesterday, but he didn't listen."

"Today you will collect all those good intentions in your bag, and I, Old Sun, will knock him to death with a stick, and the problem will be solved."

Li Fu didn't know whether Wukong's idea of ​​​​solving the people who created the problem if he couldn't solve it was correct.

The traveler Lei Gong's face showed his ferocious look, and he came forward waving the iron rod.

Zhu Bajie also raised the rake, and Sha Wujing also tightened his hold on the staff.

However, when these three people fought with the Zhenyuan Immortal with sharp weapons, often when they were about to hit, the Zhenyuan Immortal would lightly wave the floating dust in his hand.

The stick rake will tilt up and lose its strength.

The Great Immortal resisted for half an hour, and the three people waved the magic weapons with all their strength, but they also failed in one go.

Immortal Zhenyuan over there seized the opportunity and waved his sleeves, and the three monks in the air, the monk on the ground, and the horses and packages were all gathered into his sleeves.

He returned to Wuzhuang Temple and was greeted by all the fairy children.

Immortal Zhenyuan sat in the hall, swung his sleeves, and threw out the master and disciples one by one.

This time, several people were tied to the tree.

The four masters and disciples are all familiar with the road this time.

No cooperation, no resistance.

It's just that this time it's not enough to tie the hemp rope.

The boys took out some more gauze and wrapped the master and disciples tightly.

Immediately afterwards, another big pot was taken out over there.

Oil is boiling in the pot.

There are also three large trays prepared next to it.

It's actually flour, egg liquid, and starch.

Wukong said, "Does this mean he knows we are hungry and prepares food for us?"

Bajie said, "It's best to be a starving ghost! I'm most afraid of being hungry!"

Immortal Zhenyuan said, "All the disciples listen to the order and put the four masters and disciples through three passes, put them into this oil pan and deep-fry them to avenge my ginseng fruit tree."

But Wukong said jokingly, "Idiot! This great immortal said he's going to blow us up. You can act like you're eating yourself, to help the great immortal entertain you, and you can also be a satiated ghost!"

Immortal Zhenyuan heard that Wukong was still interested in joking, so he said to the other immortal boys, "Blow up this guy named Sun first!"

This is exactly what the traveler wants.

He doesn't care whether the oil pan is blessed by immortal magic, whether it is an ordinary oil pan or a special oil pan, it will be difficult to survive after being put in it.

Wukong took a look at the stone lion next to him. He seemed to be struggling and rolled over.

He rolled over to the stone lion, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The stone lion turned into the appearance of Wukong.

And he turned into a mosquito and rose into the sky.

The weight of the stone lion is very heavy, and the stones used in the Wuzhuang Temple are also extraordinary stones.

The stone lion only changed into the appearance of Wukong, but its weight remained unchanged.

Four boys did not lift it up, but four more boys came, and sixteen hands were lifted up.

The Immortal Zhenyuan said at this time, "According to legend, this monkey is a spiritual stone between heaven and earth. It is born and raised by the earth, and it can become an immortal after enlightenment."

"Although he is small in size, he is not light in weight. It seems to be a treasure."

The eight fairy boys who lifted up the stone lion immediately lifted it off the ground, but they could not move the pan's nipple.

They said, "This monkey has some weight. Here are some more brothers and sisters, come and help."
Chapter completed!