When Sun Wukong saw this scene, hesitantly looked at Lin Yan, as if asking whether he would interfere in this matter.

Lin Yan nodded at him and shook his head again.

"Monkey, it's not appropriate for you to go, let the skylark go!"

Yunqi understood what Lin Yan meant, nodded, tidied up his clothes, walked forward carefully, pretending to be caring, and asked, "What's wrong with you, this aunt?"

Lin Yan looked away, looked at the spiritual cultivator who was sleeping soundly in his sleeve, and poked him gently with his fingers. The spiritual cultivator's snot was burst and he woke up instantly.

"What's wrong? Monk! Is it time for dinner?"

The first thing a spiritual child said when he woke up was to find food, which made Lin Yan wonder whether he had recruited a subordinate or raised a son.

After a moment of speechlessness, Lin Yan quietly pointed to the crying aunt and whispered, "You should act the fastest, check and check how many people have died in this so-called fish basket country recently! What is the reason?"

After spiritual cultivation, he consciously took out a piece of broken gold from Lin Yan's pocket, turned around and got off the horse, and disappeared in a flash.

Monk Sha had a bad premonition in his heart, and frowned and asked, "Master, why did you say that?"

"Look!" Lin Yan pointed with his hand, and Monk Sha looked in the direction he pointed, and saw rows of brand new stone tablets.

"Something must have happened in this country, either a plague or a monster. If it is the former, we will go to Guanyin to lift the plague. If it is the latter, we must stay and destroy the monster!"

Monk Sha nodded, Lin Yan smiled with satisfaction, his eyes fell on Zhu Bajie, and his tone suddenly raised, "Bajie!"

"Master, I'm here!" Zhu Bajie instantly came back to his senses and answered honestly.

"Don't you want to stay here?" Lin Yan saw through Zhu Bajie's thoughts at first sight. From just now, Zhu Bajie has been silent, and it seems that he is not willing to participate in their discussions.

Zhu Bajie hesitated for a moment and told the truth, "Master, I...I always feel that there seems to be the breath of Guanyin Bodhisattva here!"

"What did you say?" The answer was really surprising. Lin Yan frowned and exchanged a look with Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was also a little sensitive to the name of Guanyin Bodhisattva. He jumped up suddenly, hung in the air and glanced around with his golden eyes, but did not find anything unusual.

"Idiot!" After Sun Wukong landed, he couldn't help but complain, "Are you too sensitive? Didn't the woman Guanyin leave just now?"

"Yes...but..." Zhu Bajie slapped his ear with guilt, gritted his teeth, and said, "I had a sense of familiarity with the smell of Guanyin Bodhisattva before, but after I broke up with her completely, I was always filled with fear."

"As long as she appears, that breath will exist, and that strange breath appears again now, I am wondering if she hasn't left yet!"

Lin Yan looked at Zhu Bajie's serious look, not as if he was telling a lie, touched his chin and asked, "What kind of aura is the breath you just mentioned?"

Zhu Bajie scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "It's better to say it's breath than to say it's the kind of power contained in her body. It gives people a deep impression, so I said that."
Chapter completed!