In the Baoxiang Kingdom, in the imperial palace.

Tang Monk, who was transformed into a tiger-eared boy by the yellow-robed monster, had a black face. Zhu Bajie, who was still alive, smiled and said for a long time. He finally had enough fun, shook the folding fan and said to Tang Monk: "Don't be too afraid, it's just a mere technique of change."

When Tang Seng, who was a little distressed, heard this, his eyes lit up and he asked, "Do you know how to remove the art of change."

Zhu Bajie nodded: "That's natural."

After hearing this, Tang Seng fell down instantly and said, "Then when are you going to solve it?"

Zhu Bajie said: "The time will be lifted, so why waste your magic power unless you don't need my protection."

After Zhu Bajie's words fell, Tang Seng pondered for a few seconds and decided to endure humiliation and maintain the image of the tiger-eared boy first.

While Tang Monk was talking to Zhu Bajie, the ministers in the hall were still looking at him in a distance with caution and fear. However, the King of Baoxiang looked calm and said, "Then, let's send this tiger demon to the side hall for a while. To prevent accidents, let his followers find another place to live, and it is forbidden to meet."

"Temporary send?"

When Tang Seng heard King Baoxiang's words, he felt a little confused and absurd.

Because he thought that King Baoxiang said that keeping him in the palace was just a joke, but he didn't expect to be serious.

The Baoxiang King just read the letter Baihuaxiu to him, and he must have known his true identity. Moreover, with his trust in his daughter, it is impossible for him to believe the yellow-robed monster's nonsense.

Furthermore, even if King Baoxiang really thinks he is a tiger demon, he should be locked in a cage like the original work, rather than temporarily placing it in a side palace.

Many doubts emerged in my mind, making Tang Seng couldn't help but recall carefully. During the period when he came to Baoxiang Kingdom from the Boyue Cave in Wanzi Mountain, he had contacted the king and the yellow-robed monster. After recalling, he felt something was wrong.

Tang Seng, who came to this conclusion, didn't find it surprising. After all, judging from his previous experience, his real Journey to the West will only be more difficult than the original work, and will not be simple.

However, Tang Monk understood the truth, but he still complained: "Is this script respecting the original script? Is it good to cause trouble for me?"

After he complained, he also made a decision in his heart, that is, not to resist for the first time, stay in the palace for a while, and see what happened again.

Is there any profit to do? It is best to have some monster ingredients.

Many thoughts and thoughts changed rapidly in my mind. In the palace hall, two guards in front of the palace who were ordered by the king were walking towards him carefully.

They were wearing armor and pointed the spear at Tang Monk with both hands, their faces were filled with fear, and their hands could not stop trembling, but in the end they came to Tang Monk with courage.

Seeing their appearance, Tang Seng had the evil taste of trying to scare them, but in the end he held back. It was really not advisable to cause trouble now.

So Tang Monk then walked out of the main palace hall under the "escort" of the guards in front of the palace. Zhu Bajie still stayed in the hall and did not follow him, but Tang Monk was not in a hurry, because the sand monk was in the quicksand clam, and the quicksand clam was on him, and the little white dragon Ao Wu was also wrapped around his waist. Even if the yellow-robed monster attacked him, the battle would not end soon, and it would be enough to support Zhu Bajie.

After a while, Tang Monk passed through several palace squares and came to the side palace hall.

The side hall is extremely luxurious, with night pearls embedded on the walls, all of which are made of red sandalwood, jade is paved with floors, and the bed is covered with silk from the Tang Dynasty, unlike a place where a monster lives.

Tang Monk hadn't lived in such a comfortable environment for a long time, so after coming to the room, he lay down calmly and watched the changes.

While lying down, Tang Seng fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already late at night and the bright moon was hanging high.

The first thing Tang Seng did when he woke up was to touch his tiger ears and find that he was still behind. He felt a little unhappy. It was at this moment that there were gentle footsteps outside the room.

Judging from the power of footsteps, I should be a woman.

"Doudu."

When Tang Seng made his judgment, the woman had already walked to the door and knocked on the door.

Tang Monk immediately replied: "Who is that?"

"I."

Tang Sengdao: "Who are you?"

"Your Grandpa Pig."

When Tang Seng heard this, he was stunned, "Bajie?"

Although he was a little confused, he still walked to the door and opened the door. The scene he saw after opening almost made him spray out a mouthful of salt soda.

"Damn what did you do with your breasts?"

But Zhu Bajie had long black hair and a long lilac dress. He was not a graceful young man, but rather like Fairy Chang'e, the moon palace, descended to earth.

When Zhu Bajie saw Tang Seng so surprised, he just curled his lips and said, "It's just the effect of water spells. I used to be in Guanghan Palace. I used to use this set to smile at the beauty. It's very useful. I think you're in a bad mood."

After hearing this, Tang Seng was a little moved, but said, "The big guy in women's clothing can't afford to offend him, but he can't afford to offend him."

When Tang Monk was surprised by Zhu Bajie's disguise, the audience also saw barrage.

[The original work also has women's clothing, and the little white dragon's clothing is for the yellow-robed monster to dance. Here it is replaced by Bajie to dance for the anchor. I respect the original work very much, there is nothing wrong with it!]

[I have to remind again, this time even male compatriots should remind you that this is a pig! Pig! So you guys go away quickly and let me do it!]

[The thoughts upstairs are a bit dangerous... No, very dangerous! Having said that, I also have a bold idea...]

[Those guys who say they don't want me, but they are more cruel than anyone else when they lick the screen. That guy is a pig]

[Oh hehe... Women's clothing boss! Women's clothing boss! You didn't make me laugh, but instead scared me the salted fish in my arms. You have to dance in women's clothing to afford it!]

When Tang Seng saw the barrage of the audience, he couldn't help but smile. His previous worries about becoming a tiger boy also dissipated.

When Zhu Bajie saw Tang Seng laughing, he suddenly turned around and turned back to the young man. He sat on the steps outside the room and said, "Okay, wait here, you'll have something to do later. Do you want to sleep for a while? I'll ask you to get up."

"I am not sleepy."

Tang Monk was slightly stunned, then walked a few steps quickly, sat side by side on the steps with Zhu Bajie, and above their heads was the vast and dazzling starry sky.

After sitting down, Tang Seng asked tentatively: "By the way, what's the matter?"

Zhu Bajie would not say, "Kui Mulang has a problem with his mood, you can see that, right?"

Tang Monk nodded and said, "Well, before and after he kicked the door, his emotions changed so quickly, and it seemed that there was a sudden ups and downs."

Zhu Bajie said: "Well, you have discovered it too, it seems that it is not too hopeless. In fact, I have seen a lot of this kind of thing, because the reincarnation of a god is not just a threat of turbid air."

Although Zhu Bajie was praising Tang Monk, his words made Tang Monk look black and made him feel a little reluctant to answer him. However, Zhu Bajie started talking to himself.

"It seems that if Sun Wukong follows you, he may be able to find a way out in the future."

When Tang Monk heard Zhu Bajie talking about Sun Wukong, he became interested again and said curiously: "Actually, I feel that you don't seem to like him very much."

After hearing this, Zhu Bajie pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Actually, no matter whether he or human, his perception of demons is not liked, right? When our clan preached the Dharma to the human race, he also passed on the concept of heaven, earth, king, relatives, and teachers. However, the demon race was invincible and did not recognize the relatives, did not worship the king, and only respected the enlightenment teacher. No matter how you think, you cannot understand the reason why you respect Sun Wukong so much.

Isn’t you his enlightenment? He should respect you, why are you so careful?"

After listening to Zhu Bajie's words quietly, Tang Seng fell into silence. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the clear starry sky, and said, "He, in my hometown, he is a great hero who has been listening to and growing up with him since he was a child... Although he was pressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, how could he control himself when he saw him?

I have tried countless times to break the shackles of freedom that imprisoned him, regardless of success or not. However, most of us do not even have the courage to swing the baton, let alone challenge the spirit of a million heavenly soldiers..."

"I grew up listening to his story? Are you from Aolai? I thought you were a pure Tang..."

Tang Seng laughed: "Actually, I am from Chongqing, China."

Zhu Bajie said: "Chongqing...? Where?"

Tang Monk was stunned for a moment and said, "Well, I am also called the Magical Capital in my hometown, and it is a city with a space mystery."

"Oh, I'll go and have a look in the future."

Zhu Bajie nodded thoughtfully and said, "Actually, he told me what you said to Sha Seng. I agree with it. But, like Sun Wukong, who leads the mortal tribes to fight against the gods and Buddhas in the sky, even if you win, you will not have one hundred, and even if you win, you will still lose."

“Is it really worth it?”

"You may think I have no ambition or aspiration. I am a dignified marshal. My martial arts are mainly about letting go and escaping. When Sun Wukong shouts and kills, he rolls all over the ground, without any dignity... You don't have to say, I know that's what you think."

"I, whether before or after becoming an immortal, I have experienced several trivial victories from one after another. I survived in such an environment, and I just rolled all over the ground and gave up my dignity."

"Maybe it's a bit ugly, but people of my contemporary age, whether they are talented strategists or natural soldiers with divine power... have already..."

"The smoke disappeared."

Zhu Bajie's rare heart-to-heart talk made Tang Seng a little flattered, and he didn't know how to answer him for a while.

While he was thinking, the followers in the live broadcast room also responded to Zhu Bajie's words.

[So, if you learn the method of cultivating immortals, come and learn health preservation. The method of ancestral health preservation of old Chinese medicine is not a problem to practice according to the method and live to 250. The winner is the one who lives the longest!]

[If Chengdu is a city that you don’t want to go after you go, then our Chongqing is a place where you can’t go when you come. Beidou will be silent when you watch it, GPS will cry when you cry when you see it. The space maze is well deserved!]

[Isn't anyone curious about what war in Heaven needs to win a little victory in countless miserable defeats? Is it a hook-up fairy in the face of failure...]

[I saw an idol I admired since I was a child, and the anchor was already rational. If it were me, I would just hold my thighs and call him dad!]
Chapter completed!