Immersed in the thrilling game of mahjong, the team had no idea that someone was watching them, and naturally they could not foresee the danger.
"Wukong, my master caught you again."
Xuanzang pushed the mahjong down, with a look on his face showing how lonely it was to be invincible.
"Hahaha, senior brother, you lost again. Master, hurry up and draw another bastard for senior brother!"
Zhu Bajie stood up excitedly, pointed at Sun Wukong and said.
"snort!"
Sun Wukong just snorted coldly and faced him with a twisted face. Xuanzang also very skillfully drew a turtle pattern on Sun Wukong's face.
This is the punishment for losing in mahjong in the learning team. It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.
With the help of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, Xuanzang was able to receive the cards he wanted every time, and it became easy for Sun Wukong to become the loser.
However, Sun Wukong has no objection to this result. After all, it is just a way of entertainment between the master and the disciples. There is no need to be angry and serious.
However, this situation has become the best opportunity for the Styx Ancestor who is always paying attention to the movements of the Buddhist scriptures team on the clouds.
Ancestor Styx showed a sinister smile on his lips, raised his hand and shot out a blast of demonic energy, the target being Sun Wukong!
And until the demonic energy entered Sun Wukong's body, Sun Wukong didn't feel anything abnormal.
The saint's methods are silent, and unless someone is also a saint, they will not be able to detect any abnormality.
This demonic energy is condensed from the resentful energy of the Netherworld and Blood Sea. It only takes a tiny bit to stimulate negative emotions in a person's body, causing him to completely lose his mind and make no distinction between friend and foe.
Even Sun Wukong, who is in the quasi-sage realm, cannot keep his mind clear and enters the stage of madness and rage.
Patriarch Styx was reminded by Patriarch Hongjun in Zixiao Palace that if he directly dealt with the scripture-seeking team, it would inevitably attract the attention of the mysterious person and cause the mission to fail.
Only by stimulating the contradictions in the Buddhist scriptures team and causing them to kill each other can we ensure that they will not be noticed.
The method of influencing other people's minds is exactly what the Styx Ancestor is good at after becoming a saint. After finding the right time at present, he takes action decisively.
Next, all you need to do is wait quietly, waiting for the demonic energy in Sun Wukong's body to corrode his mind, and then you will get the result of the Buddhist team killing each other.
"Liu Jiao."
"What a fool! Wukong, you lost again. Please ask me to give you another bastard."
Xuanzang smiled with satisfaction, picked up the pen and drew a turtle pattern on Sun Wukong's face again.
Only this time, Sun Wukong's face was a little more impatient. He turned around and stared at Zhu Bajie coldly and said:
"If you dare to beat me again, my golden cudgel will not spare you!"
Zhu Bajie was immediately frightened and quickly asked Xuanzang for help, "Master, senior brother, he threatened me. He doesn't know how to respect a teacher!"
"Oh, Wukong, our master and apprentice are just for entertainment. Why do you have to take it seriously? Sit down and continue to play with your master."
Xuanzang pressed his hand to signal Sun Wukong not to be too excited.
After another round, with the efforts of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, Xuanzang won again without any suspense, and the one he caught was still Sun Wukong.
"Senior Brother, why are you showing such an expression that you want to eat people? You can't afford to play anymore. Do you know if you are willing to admit defeat?"
Zhu Bahuan hugged Sun Wukong with a gloomy expression and said, Sun Wukong usually likes to tease him the most.
Zhu Bajie is no match for Sun Wukong if he wants to take revenge. Now he has the opportunity to take revenge, so how can he let it go.
Xuanzang's majesty was used to suppress Sun Wukong, so that Sun Wukong could only be obedient!
Seeing the proud expressions of Zhu Bajie and Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong felt an unknown anger brewing in his heart.
Although Sun Wukong has a bad temper on weekdays, he has never had any murderous intention towards his master and disciples in the Buddhist scripture collection team.
Just now, a murderous intention flashed through his mind, making Sun Wukong suddenly feel confused.
When did my emotions become so out of control?
"Okay, okay, if I'm happy now, don't do anything that would make me unhappy. I'll sit down for two more games and then hit the road after finishing the game."
As soon as Xuanzang said these words, Zhu Bajie immediately changed his smile and said cheerfully:
"Junior Brother Sha and I naturally know that we feel sorry for Master, but there is a monkey that we can't afford to play with. It seems that we are anxious."
"snort!"
Sun Wukong held his breath and sat down unconvinced, minding his own business.
After a new round of poker, Sun Wukong was undoubtedly the biggest loser again.
"Oops, I'm sorry. Senior brother, you lost again. Master is going to paint that bastard on your face again."
Zhu Bahuan hugged Sun Wukong, whose face was covered with turtle patterns, and laughed without sparing any effort.
Finally seeing the embarrassment of this monkey, Zhu Bajie felt relieved.
"Hurry up and show your face, Master can't wait any longer."
Zhu Bajie urged.
But Sun Wukong just lowered his head and ignored Zhu Bajie's words, seeming to be suppressing the emotions in his heart.
"You guys, don't go too far!"
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and said, his whole body was already filled with soaring spiritual energy, as if it was about to explode at any time.
"Master, look at this monkey, it just doesn't obey the discipline, it can't afford to play anymore and it's about to get angry!"
Seeing this, Zhu Bajie quickly hid behind Xuanzang and continued to add fuel to the fire.
"You monkey..."
"Bang!"
The wood chips on the card table fell into pieces and turned into powder in an instant.
Before Zhu Bajie could finish speaking, Sun Wukong suddenly smashed the card table in front of him with his palm. His eyes were full of scarlet and he looked at Zhu Bajie fiercely.
"I told you, don't go too far!"
"Wukong, what do you mean by this? Do you want to overturn the master's table?"
Xuanzang's expression suddenly changed, and the muscles all over his body became tense.
"I endure it again and again, but you still want to continue doing it without a bottom line. It's really unbearable for me!"
"boom!"
The pressure of the quasi-sage realm instantly erupted from Sun Wukong's body, shaking the surroundings into turmoil.
Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing and Xiao Bailong quickly hid behind Xuanzang. If Sun Wukong really took action, only Xuanzang could save their lives.
"Master, you have to teach this monkey a lesson. He actually dares to get angry at Master. Today he dares to get angry at Master, and tomorrow he dares to hit Master!"
Zhu Bajie continued to add insult to injury.
"You are a monkey who has been stabbed a thousand times. You really can't tell the difference between a big king and a big king. If you are enlightened and clear, put away the dishes and chopsticks. Today we will eat the monkey brains raw!"
Xuanzang took off his cassock directly, revealing his terrifying muscles. The energy condensed in his body was an explosion.
Even so, Sun Wukong still had no intention of stopping. Instead, he took out the golden cudgel from his ear and stared at Xuanzang and the four of them.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you really don't know how high the sky is."
Xuanzang felt that his majesty as a master was offended, so he picked up his iron fist and smashed it towards Sun Wukong.
