If nothing happens, Zhu Bajie will most likely have an accident.
On weekdays, he is suppressed by Sun Wukong, and Chen San would tease him from time to time. Zhu Bajie is still very depressed in this team.
Now a few little demons also want to act wild in front of him?
If I don’t let you see how powerful the old pig is, have you really been the Marshal of Tianpeng for so many years in vain?
It’s really too much to bully a pig!
So when he saw a group of little monsters rushing toward him, Zhu Bajie not only showed no fear, but felt that these monsters were just lighting up the toilet, and he could just vent his depression and find a sense of presence.
Zhu Bajie confidently took two breaths from the palm of his hand and held the nine-tooth nail rake in his hand.
As the saying goes: Pretend to be the toughest, and get the hardest beating.
Although these little demons have low magical power, they have been wandering in the mountains and forests all year round, and each of them has developed agility. They also cooperate with each other tacitly and advance and retreat in an orderly manner.
Zhu Bajie had many enemies, and he underestimated the enemy. He didn't even last ten rounds, so he was pinned to the ground by several little demons, who faced him and dealt damage. After a toss, he was tied up and carried back.
Jinjiao and Yinjiao were waiting for news in the cave. Before their buttocks were even hot, they heard that Zhu Bajie had been captured, and they couldn't help but feel contempt in their hearts.
This Marshal Tianpeng is so vulnerable, he seems to be a fool who does not live up to his name.
It can be inferred from this that the Monkey King is probably not much more powerful.
Yinjiao said: "I'm going to meet the monkey for a while."
Jinjiao felt something was wrong.
Zhu Bajie may really be a parallel import, but Sun Wukong's unparalleled appearance when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace is still vivid in his mind.
Cutting down from Nantianmen to Lingxiao Palace, this can't be a collective release of water by the gods in the upper world, right?
But the impulsive Yinjiao had already stood up and walked out of the cave. Jinjiao was a little worried and had to follow him out.
While Zhu Bajie went to explore the road, the master and disciples found a big tree and rested under its shade.
Chen San sat cross-legged under the tree and checked the progress of his cultivation. He was surprised to find that he had reached the golden elixir realm at some point. He was overjoyed and couldn't wait to try the results of his cultivation.
He stood up slowly, gathered his energy and concentration, and punched out suddenly, causing the big tree in front of him to shake violently.
The leaves rustled down, directly burying Wukong lying under the tree.
When Sun Wukong heard the movement, he sat up in surprise and met Chen San's joyful eyes.
"Wukong, do you think I can hold it in my mouth as a master?"
Seeing that nothing happened, Sun Wukong lay down straight again and said perfunctorily: "Awesome, awesome."
Seeing that no one was greeting him, Chen San suddenly felt bored. He glanced into the distance and stroked his fist: "Bajie has been away for a long time and hasn't come back. He must be hiding somewhere and lazing around again. I'll be sure when he comes back."
Let him see the power of Shishi Iron Fist!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen San's eyes stopped in the distance.
A middle-aged Taoist priest was lying in the grass, holding his thigh with one hand and crawling with difficulty. He seemed to be injured.
Chen San knew that these eight achievements were transformed by the Silver Horned King.
"Wukong, go and take a look."
When Sun Wukong heard this, he hung a carp on a tree with one hand, his right hand across his forehead and looked into the distance. He saw something strange at a glance, snorted coldly, picked up the golden cudgel and ran over.
When the Taoist priest saw Sun Wukong's posture, he secretly screamed that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted to Chen San under the tree: "Elder Tang, save me!"
Chen San smiled crookedly and remained unmoved.
This goblin is too stupid.
It's obviously our first meeting, but you almost called me by my full name?
Really impressive intelligence.
Ao Lie and Sha Seng also heard something unusual, and both looked sideways at Chen San.
Chen San pretended not to notice yet, shrugged and said, "Do you think this man is strange? There are three of us, but he turned to me for help."
Ao Lie kindly reminded: "Master, be careful, this person in this wilderness is probably transformed by a monster."
"Don't talk nonsense. How can there be so many monsters in this broad daylight... You guys are too nervous."
Chen San shook his head and walked towards the Taoist priest.
Ao Lie held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand and followed quickly in case something changed.
Seeing Chen San walking towards him, the Taoist priest felt confident and immediately started performing, lying on the ground and moaning continuously.
This Tang Monk is really just like the rumors outside, he is simple-minded and does not distinguish between good and evil.
"This Taoist brother is injured?"
Chen San looked at the Taoist priest's bloody calf and asked knowingly.
The Taoist priest nodded painfully: "The poor Taoist travels all over the world and passes through this place. He doesn't want to run into a jackal in the mountains and be accidentally bitten by it."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Chen San checked the Taoist priest's injuries, frowned and said, "This injury is not serious. I'm afraid Taoist brother's leg can't be saved."
"Wu Jing, bring me the knife!"
Chen San rolled up his sleeves and stretched out one arm to Sha Seng, preparing to receive the knife.
But Sha Monk couldn't remember when he had this thing in his luggage.
The Taoist priest looked frightened, quickly retracted his injured left leg, and asked in a trembling voice: "What are you going to do, elder?"
"Of course I will help you saw off the bad leg to prevent the injury from getting worse."
Chen San held the Taoist priest's calf with one hand and comforted him softly: "It may hurt a little, but don't worry, Taoist priest, the poor monk's knife is very fast."
The Taoist priest looked miserable and had doubts in his eyes: Could this monk have seen through him and wanted to play a trick on him?
Sun Wukong also felt that Chen San saw something weird about the Taoist priest and deliberately teased him. He also squatted down and held down the Taoist priest's hands in cooperation: "Master, use the knife quickly. If it's too late, I'm afraid you won't even be able to save your life."
Got it!"
Seeing that the master and disciple were not joking, the Taoist priest didn't know where the strength came from. He broke away from the two of them, took advantage of the situation, jumped up, landed three feet away, kicked his injured left leg, and said in surprise: "
Hey, why did my leg suddenly feel better...Oh, it turned out to be a skin injury..."
This desire to live is absolutely amazing!
Chen San narrowed his eyes and said jokingly: "Taoist Priest, are you okay?"
The Taoist priest patted his chest, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
"As long as it's okay... Since it's okay, let's continue on our way. I'll see you later, Taoist Master."
Chen San hugged the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest also clasped his fists in return: "See you soon!"
Chen San turned around and walked a few steps, then looked back and said solemnly: "Just kidding, the Taoist priest is injured. How can a poor monk trust you to walk alone? You should let me, my disciple, give you a ride!"
"Master, let me go."
The honest and honest Sha Seng put down his burden and volunteered for the job.
Chen San looked at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong immediately knew that Chen San had nothing to hold back, and he didn't know what he was mumbling. He came to the Taoist priest reluctantly, lowered his body and said, "Come up!"
The Taoist priest was not modest and jumped lightly on Wukong's back. This chapter has been completed!