[Journey to the West] Wait for me, big brother

The two people in front went to the teahouse angrily, only seeing the six brothers Jin Chan, Sha Wujing and Mei Shan.

"Where are Chang'e and Jade Rabbit?" Yang Jian looked around, but he didn't see the second daughter.

The sixth son, Guo Shen, said: "Fairy Chang'e remembers that Guanghan Palace has something to do, so she will go back first."

"Tsk." Yang Jian sat down bored, and originally wanted to stimulate Monkey King with that woman, but now it seems that he can't.

Zhu Wuneng heaved a sigh of relief, but he had sent the plague god away. I don't know why she had a fit today, and she behaved strangely. Not only did she suffer, but she also made the elder brother unhappy.

However, before Zhu Wu could sit still, Jin Chan took out two delicate wine jars and pushed them over: "Fairy Chang'e told me before she left that you love sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and I reserved it for you." With that said, he pushed the wine jar in front of Zhu Wuneng.

"Uh, I, this, no!" Zhu Wuneng was at a loss, as if the two jars of wine were hot potatoes, neither would he accept it, nor would he not accept it.

Unexpectedly, a hand stretched out from the slanting stab and took the wine jar over.

Sun Wukong put the wine jar away and looked at the table: "Master, have you rested? I thought it would be okay for us to bump into each other like this. Why don't we just go to the house of the prime minister who went to Luojia Mountain to ask for Bodhisattva to ask for advice. "

"Alright." Jin Chan patted the scum on her hands, stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's go."

"Okay." Monkey King called over to the buddy to settle the tea money, and the group left the teahouse and rushed to the prime minister's mansion.

Zhu Wuneng didn't react until he was walking on the road. Is the big brother not angry?

Seeing this, Yang Jian rolled his eyes and walked over to pat Zhu Wuneng on the shoulder.

"What?" Zhu Wuneng turned to look at him.

Yang Jian pointed to the small wine jar in his hand: "The roots are broken."

Zhu Wuneng almost jumped up, grabbed Yang Jian and walked back, angrily said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, when did I have an affair with her?! Others don't know, you don't know!"

Yang Jian snorted and laughed: "What's the use of me knowing? No one in the three worlds of heaven and earth knows that you failed to molested Chang'e back then, and you were demoted to the earth. And" his chin raised again, "You have to trust him to succeed." .”

Zhu Wuneng raised his head and looked at Monkey King who was walking in front and chatting and laughing with Jin Chan, and suddenly he looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his whole body was limp: "He? Wangfushi."

"If you say you're stupid, you're really stupid." Yang Jian looked at Zhu Wuneng with hatred, "If the mountain doesn't come, it's you, and you can't go to the mountain?"

Zhu Wuneng didn't understand Yang Jian's words: "What do you mean?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, and smiled a bit sinisterly: "The Overlord bows hard, cooks raw rice and cooked rice."

"Cooking?!" Zhu Wuneng listened, and raised his voice unconsciously when he was excited, causing the people in front to look back at him, and he was so scared that he quickly covered his mouth. Seeing Monkey King turning his head, he cursed in a low voice, " Can you say that too?"

Yang Jian said contemptuously: "Those who achieve great things don't care about small things."

Zhu Wuneng looked at him suspiciously: "Could it be that you and Xiao Bailong are..."

Yang Jian didn't answer, but stuck out his tongue and licked his lips a few times, seeming to have endless aftertaste.

Zhu Wuneng shuddered three times, looking at Ao Yu, who was tall and tall, with a face like a crown of jade.Looking at Sun Wukong, who was also thin with waist and limbs, I felt a little itchy in my heart.

I don't know if his eyes were too intense, Sun Wukong looked back at Zhu Wuneng unexpectedly, which made him shudder, and he became sober in an instant. Almost inhumane.If he really dared to fight against the king this time, whether he could succeed or not, I'm afraid it would cost his life.

Wanting to understand the stakes, Zhu Wuneng immediately rested his thoughts that he shouldn't have, watched his nose, nose, and mouth, walked honestly, and never said a word to Yang Jian again.

Seeing that Zhu Wuneng was unmoved, Yang Jian sighed, but he didn't succeed.

Ao Yu turned around and looked at Yang Jian, knowing that he had no good intentions, and frowned.

After asking several people, I finally found the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Monkey King walked up the steps to the door of the mansion, and there were two guards standing at the door, one tall and thin and the other short and fat.

Sun Wukong bowed and saluted: "Dare to ask this little brother, is this the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

The tall and thin man said, "That's right, this is the Prime Minister's Mansion, what's your business?"

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "I have something important to see the prime minister, please report back." Then he turned and pointed to the next step.

The two of them looked down the steps and looked at the group of people, tall and short, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, and they couldn't see why, but there was one thing, that they were dressed in the same way, which showed that they were either rich or expensive.

The short and fat servant didn't dare to look down on them, and he bowed his hands and said: "I'll go in and report back, but I don't know how to answer the prime minister's question?" know it.

Sun Wukong naturally understood the meaning of these words, thought for a while, and then said: "You just need to tell me that the old man from Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea is visiting, and the Prime Minister will know it as soon as he hears it."

"Oh, good. Please wait a moment." The chunky servant turned and entered the gate of the mansion.

After about a stick of incense, I only heard the hurried footsteps inside the gate of the mansion, from far to near, there seemed to be many people.

Soon the door of the mansion was opened wide, and a middle-aged man around 50 or [-] years old came out surrounded by twenty or thirty servants. Running down the steps, Natou bowed: "Please help the gods!"

Jin Chan hurriedly clasped her hands together: "My lord, you don't have to be so polite."

The man held onto Jin Chan's arm tightly, with tears in his eyes: "Shangxian, Shangxian, Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

"The poor monk has already known the matter." Jin Chan reassured the Prime Minister and said in a low voice, "This is not a place to talk, it's better to go inside and talk about it in detail."

"Oh yes, yes yes yes!" The prime minister wiped the corners of his eyes twice, stepped aside and respectfully said, "Please, my lord."

Jin Chan was polite, and entered the Prime Minister's mansion with the prime minister, with Monkey King and others following behind.

In the living room, the guests and hosts were seated separately, and the maid served tea and fruit.

The prime minister looked at it and said, "You all step back. Duoba, you guard the door and don't let anyone in."

"Yes, my lord." The housekeeper Duoba led the servant out and closed the door from the outside.

There were no other people in the house, so the prime minister introduced himself: "This is Pan Zhida, the prime minister of Shambhala. I think this celestial being is very kind. He seemed to have seen it at the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the purple bamboo forest of Luojia Mountain that day. .”

Jin Chan smiled slightly: "Your Excellency has a good memory, the poor monk was indeed there that day."

Pan Zhida was not polite, and said eagerly: "The Bodhisattva promised to cure my king back then, and only said that he would send envoys to come. I hope for the next day, but today the immortal came, but he brought the Bodhisattva's panacea to save my king. life?"

Jin Chan picked up the teacup and drank it without answering. Sun Wukong sneered next to him: "You are dishonest, your king is terminally ill."

Ban Zhida was taken aback when he heard this, and then he was a little embarrassed: "I don't know what this Shangxian means, my king is terminally ill, what else can it be?"

"Hey." Sun Wukong sneered, "I'm afraid he was fascinated by the goblin."