When the Master of Bliss is reincarnated as a Tang Monk

Humans can't possibly have that kind of power.

During the fierce battle with Tong Mo, Liu Er was deeply aware of this.

If we say that the previous battle with Monkey King was evenly matched, with body and soul fighting each other, then the battle with Tong Mo now...is a completely different feeling.

If Liu Er must think of an adjective, then he can only give one answer.

"Aggrieved".

That's right, it's aggrieved.

Of course, if Liu Er can survive thousands of years later in the modern world, then he can give a more vivid and specific description of this kind of aggrieved - that is, a melee has to be defeated by a long-range method Frustrating to run a kite.

Especially this long-range mage, he not only uses spells superbly, but also gives you a persistent poison buff!

It is a heart tired that almost vomits blood.

"You are not Tang Seng... who are you?"

Liu Er finally realized that something was wrong.

He stopped attacking, no longer obsessed with attacking Tong Mo as before, but stopped cautiously, standing in a place where Tong Mo would not be easily attacked, compared to both sides continuing Hands-on, there is quite a bit of peace in it.

However, regarding his question, Tong Mo just bent his eyebrows and opened and closed the fan with the lotus pattern drawn in his hand. From the perspective of his attitude, it seemed to be an extremely relaxed and peaceful atmosphere.

"Why am I not Tang Seng?"

"It's you, Mingming, who always wanted to pretend to be Wukong, and go to the West to learn scriptures with me, right?"

This is in turn to be held accountable, pointing fingers and scolding Huai.

Liu Er got annoyed for a while, and couldn't help saying: "If it wasn't for [that person]'s order, who would want to bow to Buddhism like that boneless monkey—"

His words suddenly stopped, as if he also knew that he had slipped up on something very serious.

But of course Tong Mo would not let go of this flaw, he said "Oh?", although he still had that cynical smile, but his eyes showed a serious look.

"[That person]?" Tong Mo slowly repeated Liu Er's words, chanting and grinding the most important information on the tip of his tongue, "It seems that there is something so special standing behind you big shot."

Liu Er met Shang Tong Mo's eyes and felt a chill down his spine.

It should have been that Liu Er was the ferocious, terrifying monster that brought humans here captive, and Tong Mo was the prey of the mermaid on the chopping board.It's just that at a very subtle moment, the status between them seemed to be suddenly reversed, and the form was completely reversed.

As a six-eared macaque who can listen to sounds and understand the past and the past, his intuition gave a strong warning at this moment.

So Liu Er chose to follow the forecast from his intuition.

He gave up Tong Mo, the Tang monk meat that was in front of him and was easily available, and put aside the task of [that person] for the time being, and left here as a priority.

Six ears are fast, especially when they decide to leave.He was like a ray of light, quickly slid across the sky, and soon disappeared.

"Hey, hey!"

There are countless ice edges rising from the ground, chasing behind Liu Er, and when they are combined together, it looks like a hand that can only hold Liu Er Macaque from a distance.

However, Liu Er has the upper hand after all, and the ice hand can only chase after him, but the distance between the two sides is indeed getting wider and wider, and in the end it becomes completely impossible to be held. A little rainbow light.

Tong Mo then sighed in great disappointment, and a long, long arm stretched out from the sky, and along with his sigh, it disappeared in bits and pieces, as if it had never existed.

"Ah... what a pity."

Tong Mo opened the fan in his hand with a "snap", covering half of his face, and such a pitiful lament came from under the fan.

"What a pity?"

Sun Wukong, who came here a step late, came out from behind Tong Mo, and looked around with the golden cudgel in his hand, but he couldn't help but frowned when he didn't see the shadow of the counterfeit he was looking for.

"Ah... It's a pity that you came too late, Wukong, otherwise you would have been able to catch that guy."

Tong Mo fanned the fan in his hand, and laughed, with a hint of cunning in it.

"There may be a big secret behind this."

"But it doesn't matter." Tong Mo closed and put away the fan, put it back into his sleeve, and smiled at Sun Wukong, "Since it's a secret, there will be a day when it can be grasped sooner or later."

For some reason, Sun Wukong suddenly felt his hands itchy, and wanted to punch Tong Mo in the face.

This may be because people instinctively feel that the Riddler wants to beat him up.

"So what do you want to do now? Do you need me to continue to help you catch that counterfeit?" Monkey King asked.

Of course, he himself prefers to do this. After all, as long as he thinks that in some corner of the world, there is such a guy staring at him in the dark, and he may appear to act in his name at any time. Sun Wukong felt extremely irritable, and he could only feel at ease if he killed this unlucky thing with a stick.

However, Tong Mo's reaction was somewhat beyond Monkey King's expectation.

"Catch it back? Why do you catch it back?" Tong Mo repeated in doubt, "That one can't be eaten."

It's a pity that although Tong Mo could sense that the six-eared macaque's body must have extremely powerful power, if he really ate it, he would not worry about being hungry for at least half a month due to lack of energy. However, Tong Mo could also smell that the six-eared macaque did not smell of human flesh.That is to say, the other party is not within the range that Tongmo is allowed to eat.

And there are only two types of monsters in this world for Tong Mo.What can be eaten, what cannot be eaten, as for the other messy things that will be involved in the future, Tong Mo doesn't pay attention to it at all.

To be honest, Tong Mo shouldn't be such an obedient person, but when facing the system, Tong Mo would feel like he was facing the ghost Wu Tsuji when he was still a "ghost" in the past.

It's better not to go against the system's will easily, otherwise there will be very bad things that he doesn't want to accept.

Tong Mo realized this, and up to now, he has no intention of going against it.

Sun Wukong stared at Tong Mo's face for a while, trying to figure out whether he was kidding himself or not.In any case, Liu Er is indeed the monster who has been entangled with them for the longest time span since learning from the Western Paradise. Monkey King thought that it would be the ultimate delicacy that Tong Mo wanted to eat.

"You really don't plan to catch it and eat it?"

Sun Wukong finally confirmed with him.

"I don't plan, I don't plan—" Tong Mo dragged his tone, and there was a smile in his voice, "What's wrong with you, Wukong, do I just think of eating in your heart when I see everything?"

Sun Wukong sneered three times when I heard this: "Oh, do you think you are any good?"

The barbs of the unnutritious dialogue stopped, Monkey King stepped forward, grabbed Tong Mo's hand, and turned over with a body, and when he realized it, he was already standing under the huge tree, and Zhu Bajie was leaning on the trunk with his hands folded While taking a nap, Monk Sha was sitting and resting beside the white dragon horse, while taking care of the luggage.

"Eldest brother, you brought Master back!"

Seeing Monkey King falling from the cloud with Tong Mo, Monk Sha rubbed his hands and stepped forward, with a smile that could actually taste such a bit of relief and relief.

It was enjoyable, and everything seemed to be back on track.Then Sun Wukong raised his leg and gave Zhu Bajie a gentle kick to wake him up, and said amidst the latter's muttering: "Yes, I came back with Master—clean up and pack up, let's continue westward on the road. "

"Okay, senior brother." Monk Sha responded, and when he was going to pick up the luggage, he happened to pass by Master.

For a moment, he seemed to see iridescent colors blooming in the opponent's eyes, but soon they all fell silent.Taking a closer look, it is still the same warm color as obsidian in the past.

It's... I misread it.

Monk Sha comforted himself in this way, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and just kept this matter silently in the deepest part of his heart.

In this way, we traveled westward for several days, and nothing special happened during this period.It's just that from a certain day, the weather seems to be getting hotter and hotter day by day, and finally it has reached the point of sweating profusely, and has to take off the outer robe regardless of the image, and only wear the most close-fitting monk's robe.

Among them, Tong Mo was actually the one who looked the best, with the same complexion, not even a drop of sweat on his neck and forehead.

Of course, only Tong Mo himself knows how many pieces of ice he has secretly made to relieve the heat.

It's just that the further you go, the hotter it gets. In the end, even the hooves of the white dragon horse can't stand on the ground, and Zhu Bajie has already started jumping around on the spot screaming "Wah-wah", as if he is doing a tap dance.

This is not the way to go.

They had no choice but to retreat to a place where the temperature was a little more tolerable, and picked a family to stay overnight.When talking with this family, I also found out the specific situation.

Flaming Mountain.

Banana Cave.

Iron Fan Princess Rakshasa.

Yo.

It's really not that enemies don't meet each other.