After the two left, Sha Monk asked in a low voice: "Master, why don't you let me go?"
Chen San made a fist-clasping gesture: "Have you ever seen any Taoist priest salute like this?"
Sha Monk immediately became alert: "Master is saying that this is a fake Taoist priest!"
Ao Lie on the side secretly admired him.
The master was indeed extraordinary, he could detect that the man was a fake Taoist priest with just one gesture!
Sha Seng asked again: "If it's fake, why did you let Senior Brother send him away?"
Ao Lie expressed his guess: "Senior Brother is very capable. With him keeping an eye on me, I believe that fake Taoist priest will never be able to pull any tricks."
Sha Seng nodded in agreement.
But Chen San said meaningfully from the side: "That's hard to say."
It is said that Sun Wukong was walking slowly along with a fake Taoist priest on his back. The two of them had their own thoughts, but neither said a word, guessing each other's intentions.
Until a cliff, Sun Wukong suddenly stopped.
The fake Taoist asked: "Why doesn't the little master leave?"
Wukong finally couldn't hold himself back and sneered: "How long are you going to keep pretending like a fairy?"
The fake Taoist priest still pretended to be confused and said in confusion: "Little Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand what you are saying."
"Hmph, with your meager tricks, how can you escape from my grandson's fiery eyes?"
"If you are sensible, you can jump down by yourself and save me from doing it!"
After taking a look at the abyss that was more than ten feet in front of him, the fake Taoist priest suddenly let out a laugh like a silver bell.
This delicate painting style directly gave Wukong goosebumps.
"Haha, I thought the Monkey King was so powerful, but it turned out that he was nothing more than that. How powerful are your flaming eyes? You still call me a monster. Do you think I am a monster?"
As he spoke, the Taoist priest had transformed back into Silver Horn.
The original body looks like a white-haired lolita.
Sun Wukong looked back and didn't see who she was. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. He said to himself: "It sounds like she is not a monster, but I just felt the monster energy in her.
Why?"
Yinjiao said proudly: "Does it mean you are a monster if you have a monster spirit? You have carried me all this way, and I smell like a monkey. Why don't you say I am a monkey?"
A word awakened the dreamer, and Sun Wukong suddenly realized.
Perhaps the demonic energy in this person is not her own, but was contracted from other demons!
That won’t work either!
Even though she is not a monster, as long as she has contact with monsters, she cannot be left alone!
Sun Wukong secretly gathered strength and prepared to throw her off the cliff.
However, under the exertion, the person on his back did not move at all. Instead, he felt that his legs seemed to bear a huge force!
Sun Wukong looked back and saw that the person on his back had turned into a big mountain at some point.
"It's just a matter of moving mountains, but I can't do it..."
Before Sun Wukong could finish his words, he felt his head go dark, and another mountain was pressing down on him. His feet had already sunk into the ground, and his legs could not help but tremble slightly.
And Yinjiao had already arrived on a flat boulder on the opposite side, with his hands folded across his chest and a pair of white and tender calves swaying back and forth, his face full of pride.
"You're such a broken mountain, it's worse to come to Wuzhi Mountain..."
Before Sun Wukong could finish speaking, Yinjiao's slender fingers lightly hooked, and another mountain peak rose up behind him, hitting Wukong heavily on his back.
Sun Wukong finally couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down on one knee.
"Look at you talking back!"
Silver Horn looked arrogant, jumped down from the boulder, clapped his hands, circled around the embarrassed Wukong, and made another face: "I won't play with you anymore, I'm going to find my sister."
Sun Wu's air was about to burst, and his monkey cheeks were red. He tried to lift the mountain on his back several times, but failed.
Seeing Silver Horn walking further and further away, Sun Wukong was worried that it would be harmful to his master, and became even more anxious.
"Mountain God, get out of here, Old Sun!"
Sun Wukong shouted with all his strength, and this sound also took away the last of his strength. With a thud, the mountain on his back fell to the ground, sending up puffs of smoke and dust.
A dark, muscular man appeared from the stone wall, came to Wukong, and knelt down: "What are your orders from the Great Sage... Great Sage... What's wrong with you, Great Sage?"
Sun Wukong lay on the ground, shook his head, raised his head and glared at the mountain god, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Are you blind?"
The mountain god stretched out his hands in surprise and waved them in front of his eyes. After making sure that he could see, he replied loudly: "Great Sage, the little god is not blind!"
Sun Wukong's face was helplessly pressed into the dust again, but his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.
After accumulating strength for a moment, he raised his head again and said to the mountain god: "Can't you see the mountain on my body?"
"The little god saw it, but he doesn't know who the great sage is..."
"Move...Move!"
The mountain god got the order, he did a backflip and stood firmly, made circles with his arms, and finally pushed out with both palms with a roar.
The mountain shook slightly, and a pile of soil fell on Sun Wukong's head.
The mountain god scratched his head, feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't put it into words, so he took up his posture again and chanted the skill.
ha!
The mountain still only swayed slightly, basically motionless.
Sun Wukong seriously doubted whether this mountain god was doing his job through the back door.
He can't even move a mountain, so he still acts as Mao's mountain god?
The mountain god was very puzzled. He circled the mountain several times and finally found the clue.
"Great Sage, this mountain has been tampered with. The little god's power is weak, so I'm afraid he won't be able to break it."
Sun Wukong took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions: "Then can you call all the nearby mountain gods and lands to help?"
The mountain god shook his head: "Great Sage, the higher-ups have recently been strictly investigating those who leave their posts without permission, and the little gods dare not."
"I......"
The mountain god added: "But the great sage doesn't have to worry. The magic on this mountain will be ineffective in twelve hours. At that time, the little god will move the mountain away, and the great sage can come out."
"Twelve hours..."
The mountain god pinched his chin and showed a puzzled expression: "But the little god doesn't understand. With the great sage's magical power, who is suppressing him here?"
Sun Wukong couldn't help but want to praise the mountain god.
He's really good at chatting, and he can be called the standard template for picking up whatever pot he doesn't like.
...
Sun Wukong has not returned yet, so Chen San can roughly guess that he has probably succeeded in getting the silver horn.
Their next target should be themselves.
Fortunately, I am familiar with this plot and know every detail by heart, so I should be able to handle it.
then.
Chen San stopped and explained his plan to Sha Seng and Ao Lie.
"Longlong, there is a mountain named Yalong not far from here. There is a vixen on the mountain. You can find a way to mix this thing into his food."
Chen San took out the porcelain bottle that Ao Lie had fetched for him before, and pointed at the mountains in the distance.
Ao Lie took the bottle and nodded slightly.
Chen Sandao: "The goblin has a magic weapon in his hand. It is very powerful. Longlong must be careful. He would rather return without success than risk his life."