That's right!

I am the Flying Policewoman of Love and Justice!

Xuanzang asked, "What are you going to do?"

Wukong glanced at him. "I'm going to act as a performer."

"I'm going to change horses for you."

Xuanzang's eyes lit up. "I want to go too."

"Forget it," Wukong said.

"Didn't you hear them say that they were dozens of miles away?

Do you want to walk until tomorrow?

I can't take you with me. "

That was true. Xuanzang sat back down in disappointment.

He couldn't help but remind him, "Then come back early. If you can't buy it before dark, forget it.

Don't.

Anyway, you have to come back soon. "

He was still not used to his other two disciples. Ba Jie always teased him. Wujing was still secretly eating raw meat this morning. He hadn't even wiped the blood off his beard. He was very scared.

At this time, the sky was already filled with sunset clouds.

A horse was not a small thing. It was not so easy to earn a horse back before dark.

Wukong wanted to laugh at him.

Seeing his serious look, he casually replied, "Okay."

The four of them only had one room to stay in.

The bed was given to Xuanzang.

The other three were sent away. Xuanzang first explained the principles of the Buddhist scriptures to Ba Jie.

Then, he took him to do evening classes. Wujing did not force him.

But he consciously followed and learned.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't refuse to eat raw meat,

Xuanzang would think that he had the awareness to convert to Buddhism.

Wukong rode a cloud to the lively market nearby. Unfortunately, he arrived too late and had basically dispersed. He walked around the entire town, but he didn't see anyone selling horses.

But he didn't go back immediately. Xuanzang's delicate body had never suffered before. Even with the protection of the Buddhist staff, he had suffered a lot. He had to get one today.

He had his eyes on the local wealthy families. There were dozens of fat and strong horses in the stables. Any one of them would be able to last for a long time.

Taking without asking is a thief. Xuanzang, a model of morality, kept nagging at him every day, making him feel that it was a sin to steal a horse back.

Wukong observed from the roof for a moment and found that this family had no worries about food and drink, but they were gloomy and gloomy, as if something was troubling them.

He thought for a while and changed into a Daoist priest's attire. He casually walked past the door of this house and was stopped by a yawning servant at the door. He bowed and the servant asked, "You look unfamiliar, where are you from?"

Wukong said, "I came from the Tang Dynasty of the East and traveled around."

The servant was surprised, then he said happily, "The Tang Dynasty is not near here. Taoist priest must have great ability to reach here.

To tell you the truth, my main family has a troublesome matter, and I'm looking for an expert to resolve it. If you can give me a few pointers, I'll definitely thank you! "

Wukong said, "I also have some tricks up my sleeve, and I'm willing to help."

The servant was overjoyed and welcomed him in.

It turned out that this family was surnamed Wang, and there was only one son in the family who excelled in both education and was 18 years old. He should have had a bright future, but recently he had been haunted by evil spirits, and his health had been deteriorating. The doctor said that if the evil spirits were not removed, he would not live long.

The family panicked and looked for experts everywhere, but the Daoists and monks they invited were all dabblers. None of them were good. One of the Daoists was even stripped naked, tied up, and thrown in the yard. It could be said that they had lost all face, and they also warned the family not to do useless work anymore.

Although they did not have much hope for Wukong, it was better than nothing.

Wukong was secretly happy. It was just catching a ghost, and it was easy. This was his specialty.

He visited Prince Wang and saw that his body was covered in black gas. He was very weak and his consciousness was blurred. It was indeed the result of being invaded by ghosts for a long time, so he turned into a book and hid here, waiting for the ghost to come.

The dazzling sunlight outside the window gradually faded, and the black gas slowly eroded. The ghost waited for a long time, but there was no trace of it.

Wukong frowned.

The sky was dark.

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The sky was dark for a while, but Wukong still had not returned.

He had finished teaching the scriptures, and the evening classes were also done. Facing his two disciples' thirsty eyes, Xuanzang said, "Let's rest first."

He took off his clothes and went to bed. Thinking that Wukong had not returned, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He was afraid that he would wake up his disciples, and could only sigh in his heart.

Ba Jie and Wujing did not have any worries and had already fallen asleep. Xuanzang was restless and could not bear to wake them up to find him. He quietly got out of bed and slipped out of the room to get some fresh air while waiting for Wukong.

The moon tonight was big and round. The silver moonlight poured down, covering the ground with a thin layer of silver gauze. Many spiritual creatures came out to absorb the essence of the moon. Xuanzang blinked and saw a few little golden creatures running out of the forest. They were frolicking and playing in his direction.

When he got closer, he saw that they were a few chubby little dolls. They did not have any facial features and only had the shape of a human body. They looked more like pears. Although he was surprised, he knew that there were many spiritual creatures in the mountains. They would not hurt people, so he was not afraid.

The little creatures ran to his side and hugged his legs, rubbing against him. Two of them even climbed onto his waist. Xuanzang was ticklish, so he carried one in each hand and could not help but laugh. "Stop fooling around, stop fooling around. Where did you guys come from?"

The little dolls did not have mouths or ears, so they could not speak or hear. They only played and pulled him into the forest. Xuanzang did not mind and only cared about the two in his arms. They also had a sense of touch. When Xuanzang used his fingers to touch their bellies, they would curl up and use their short and fleshy limbs to hug his fingers and not let him touch them. However, when he touched their heads, they would be very obedient and even seemed to enjoy it.

It was like touching a pear. He did not know what kind of fruit had turned into a spirit.

The few on his legs saw him and also climbed up, wanting to be hugged and touched. Xuanzang coaxed them one by one and was a little flustered.

When he was waiting for Wukong, it was good to have these little creatures to accompany him.

After playing for a while, Xuanzang coaxed them. "Go back quickly. Wukong will beat you when he comes back."

"They are already back." The voice of a young man with a smile reached his ears.

Xuanzang quickly raised his head and was shocked to find that he had already left the forest and the people. He appeared in front of a brightly lit Taoist temple. For a moment, he was stunned.

A young man dressed as a Taoist priest was standing at the door and looking at him. The Taoist priest was very elegant and handsome. He was like the snow on the highest mountain and the pine tree on the edge of a towering cliff. It could be said that he had the appearance of an immortal. In Xuanzang's experience, he had never seen such a good-looking person. Ba Jie's normal appearance would be overshadowed by him. The difference in light was like a star colliding with the moon.

Wukong, Wukong, they were not the same style.

He walked to Xuanzang's side and reached out to tease the fruit dolls in his arms. The dolls immediately jumped to the ground and ran away.

Xuanzang came back to his senses. He still did not feel afraid, only curiosity and reluctance. "Did you let them come?"

"I let them pick you up." The Taoist priest smiled. "I know you like these things."

"How did you know …" Xuanzang blushed. He liked cute little things very much, but he always restrained himself from touching them. "Do you know me?" He looked at the Taoist priest and tried hard to remember, but he could not remember that he had met such a graceful person.

"Yes." The Taoist priest was also looking at him. The corners of his eyes were slightly curved, hiding a lot of unknown joy.

Xuanzang lowered his head in embarrassment. "Is that so?

Sorry, I think I … "

"Five hundred years ago."

Xuanzang was interrupted. He was stunned. "Huh?"

The Taoist priest smiled and naturally held his hand, leading him into the Taoist temple. "Five hundred years ago, we were good friends, Golden Cicada."

Golden Cicada …

Xuanzang had heard this name from Ba Jie last time. It was familiar yet strange. It was said that this was his reincarnation.

"Five hundred years ago, I was not born yet …" Xuanzang murmured. "The one who knew you was the Golden Cicada, not me … Then who are you?"

"You can call me Zhen Yuanzi." The Taoist priest's footsteps paused. "Whether it is the Golden Cicada or Xuanzang, the one I know is you.

Golden Cicada, I have waited for this day for too long. "

Wukong said, "You don't need it anymore."

Xuanzang said, "How can you be so stingy."

Wukong was speechless. He forcefully pulled him up. Xuanzang hurriedly hugged him and threatened, "If you leave, I will continue to recite."

Wukong grabbed his hand and raised his chin to indicate the front. Sure enough, he saw Longma looking at them. Its eyes were shining, but it was frightened by their posture and hesitated.

Xuanzang pulled him over in surprise. "Why didn't I hear it?"

"Because it's Longma." Wukong said. "Those two didn't care about you?"

Xuanzang held the horse with one hand and the other hand was held by him. He told him about Ba Jie in the morning and concluded, "They suddenly fought."

The White Dragon Horse lowered its head and rubbed against Wukong's hand. It patiently waited for him to finish. Finally, it could not help but speak. It was obviously very excited. "Great Sage, I finally meet you."

Wukong looked at it. "You know me?"

"Everyone in the world knows you."

The White Dragon said excitedly. "I have always admired the name of the Great Sage. I didn't expect that we would be able to learn together. This is probably fate!

Speaking of which, I have to thank the Great Sage. "

Wukong: "?" So it turned out that he had done good things before.

The White Dragon said, "To be honest, I am the son of the Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run. In the early years, when the Great Sage traveled the four seas, the Dragon King was at his beck and call. I often heard my father mention it.

When I learned that the Great Sage caused my father endless trouble, I became more and more grateful to the Great Sage. "

Wukong and Xuanzang: "???" The conflict between father and son was very deep.

"My father didn't like me since I was young."

The White Dragon said sadly. "In front of outsiders, everything was normal, but behind my back, he hated me to the core. He often tortured me and used harsh words."