"Hmph! Next time you do this deliberately, sister, I will definitely not be able to spare you!"
Saint Nuwa snorted and spoke to the Queen Mother of the West, teaching her a lesson.
Queen Mother Xi could only nod her head and said "yes".
Facing her sister, Queen Mother Xi did not dare to say anything more.
After all, Saint Nuwa can now be regarded as the leader among so many female fairies in the entire Meishan Mountain.
The word Versailles was also learned from Lin Xuan by the saint Nuwa.
I felt a little uncomfortable before.
But as time went by, I felt that saying this sentence was extremely enjoyable.
The two of them are much higher in seniority than other female fairies.
I always feel a little uncomfortable when I put on airs on weekdays.
But now, the two of them have put down their arrogance and are having fun like real sisters, with a different kind of charm.
"Sister, I haven't paid much attention to where the Buddhist scripture-seeking team has been these past few days..."
Seeing that Saint Nuwa had let her go, Queen Mother Xi hurriedly spoke to Saint Nuwa.
Hearing this, Saint Nuwa also nodded.
At this moment, Saint Nuwa used the Water Mirror Technique to see the current situation of everyone in the scripture collection team.
Lin Xuan was not in the yard at the moment, but still resting in the bedroom.
The immortal families in Meishan saw that Saint Nuwa was about to perform the Water Mirror Technique, and they hurriedly surrounded him.
The Water Mirror Technique unfolded, revealing the picture.
However, he saw that the Buddhist scripture collection team at this moment seemed to have not slept for several days and nights. They were sleepy-eyed and unshaven in Chenjiazhuang.
"Holy Monk, how long do we have to wait..."
"If you ask me, you'd better ask Senior Bai Yu!"
"I don't know either! Where has this inspiration king gone?"
"Don't panic, just be patient... We will always wait until this inspiration king comes! Mom, this meal will make me wait for a long time! When I catch him, I will stew him in a pot of fish soup!"
…
The dialogue between the people on the learning team was filled with resentment.
When the immortals in Meishan saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.
They first saw the people on the Buddhist scripture collection team, all of them were full of depression and depressed, as if they had not slept well for days and nights.
But Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were full of glory, and even gained a lot of fat on their bodies.
"If I'm not wrong, they should be waiting for that inspiration king, right?"
A deep voice came.
It is the demon ancestor Rahu who has been transformed into a puppet.
Some time ago, the puppet body of Demon Ancestor Rahu seemed to be getting older and had some problems.
He was repaired by Lin Xuan.
In recent days, this has returned.
Demon Ancestor Luo Hu saw the scene in the Water Mirror Technique and expressed his opinion.
The king of inspiration?
All the immortals in Meishan fell silent.
They also unanimously looked at the pile of fish bones in the corner.
Uh uh uh……
In this world now, I'm afraid there is no such thing as a great inspiration.
In some cases, only this pile of fish bones is left.
"I didn't expect that Xuanzang would be so persistent!"
Saint Nuwa was silent for a long time, then sighed and spoke quietly.
Thinking of this, Saint Nuwa moved her mind and used the saint's magical power.
Divine thoughts span the heaven and earth and travel through the three realms.
Day 15.
late at night.
Xuanzang and others were still ambush in the grass.
In addition to Xuanzang, Sha Wujing, Xiao Bailong, and Bai Yu were obviously unable to bear it any longer.
All of them drooped their heads.
Xuanzang still persisted, but his eyes began to show bloodshot eyes.
"Holy Monk, do you think there is a possibility... that the Inspiration King is no longer in Chenjiazhuang?"
Bai Yuan asked Xuanzang with some fear.
"No, it's impossible! It must be here, it must be here..."
Xuanzang seemed to be stunned and murmured.
"Xuan Zang, the matter at Chenjiazhuang has been settled! Let's go!"
A gentle voice reached the ears of everyone in the Buddhist scripture collection team.
This is... Saint Nuwa!
Everyone reacted immediately!
"Ah! Saint Nuwa... the little white turtle, pays homage to Saint Nuwa!"
Bai Yu was so excited that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the void.
You know, when Bai Yu was in the Meishan courtyard, he was almost made soup by Lin Xuan.
It was also thanks to the intervention of Saint Nuwa that we were able to avoid this disaster.
At the same time, the white turtle was also arranged by Nuwa in the Tongtian River. After a thousand years, the people of the Buddhist scripture collection team arrived.
Over the past thousand years, only Bai Yu himself can understand the hardships involved.
If it weren't for Saint Nuwa, I'm afraid Bai Yu would have died long ago.
"Aunt Nuwa, what do you mean?"
Xuanzang's eyes were red and he asked the saint Nuwa in the void.
Saint Nuwa's spiritual thought moved, and the stars in the sky suddenly shed starlight, which condensed in the void and became Saint Nuwa's Dharma.
Saint Nuwa looked at Xuanzang and slowly said:
"Xuan Zang, that great inspiration king, dared to go to Meishan and steal the watermelons grown by your Uncle Lin Xuan. Therefore, he has been killed by your Uncle Lin Xuan!"
Sage Nuwa talked eloquently, telling the people of the Buddhist scripture collection team everything about how Guanyin deceived the Inspiration King to come to Meishan, and how Lin Xuan anticipated the watermelon being stolen and caught the Inspiration King in advance.
After listening, everyone on the learning team was dumbfounded.
"As expected of Senior Lin Xuan! It turns out that he has already calculated everything and eliminated the Inspiration King in advance!"
Muddy tears flowed from Bai Yu's old face.
The reason why he shed tears was not because the King of Inspiration was finally dead, but because he finally no longer had to wait here with this paranoid Xuanzang!
It’s not easy!
Thinking of this, Bai Yuan turned around and looked at Xiao Bailong, Sha Wujing and others.
The three of them seemed to feel something, and hugged each other, crying bitterly.
Only Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie looked at each other, seemingly feeling a little sad.
Sure enough, the days when I eat meat and others are looking at me won’t last long!
Xuanzang opened and closed his mouth several times, seemingly not accepting the result.
After a long while, Xuanzang sighed, shook his head, and said with a wry smile:
"That's it...that's it...that's it..."
"It seems that the poor monk is too passionate!"
Xuanzang touched his stubble that had not been trimmed for several days. At this moment, it was as hard as a steel needle.
Then, Xuanzang suddenly raised his head, looked at the saint Nuwa, cupped his hands and said:
"Thank you Aunt Nuwa! Xuanzang understands! Xuanzang is obsessed with this matter!"
The dharma appearance of Saint Nuwa smiled slightly, and then turned into dots of starlight and dissipated into the void.
Xuanzang stood up suddenly, turned around and walked away with long strides.
"Holy Monk, what are you doing?"
Bai Yu was a little scared. What kind of trick did this monk want to make now?
"sleep!"
Xuanzang's lazy voice came.
…
Thirty-third heaven.
Zixiao Palace.
Taoist Hongjun's face was ashen as he looked at the three people sitting under him, Yuan Shi, Lao Tzu, and the Beast Ancestor Demon God.
"Dead...the three demons are dead...the inspiration is also dead? How...is this possible..."
Hongjun said this sentence almost from between his teeth...
