Nezha, catch that monkey

"Jin Chanzi is still as direct as before." Guanyin reached out and touched the ball that had turned into a white horse, and slowly said to Tang Seng.

"Master Guanyin." Jin Chanzi nodded, clasped his palms together and performed a Buddhist salute, his words contained the tone that a title should have.

No humility, no reverence, no fawning.

Guanyin nodded, as if he was used to it.

"If you have any difficulties along the way, you can come to me." Guanyin pursed her lips, her voice was inaudible.

Jin Chanzi raised his chin, and the sun cast a soft light on his cool face, but it still seemed so far away, like a silhouette.

"Master Avalokitesvara, I just care about crossing people." After Jin Chanzi finished speaking, he got on his horse, with a straight posture and simple sentences.

"Guanyin, let's go first, don't worry, Master has my grandson on the way!" Sun Wukong said to Guanyin with a smile, and flew to Tang Monk with the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and led the horse.

Guanyin looked at the back of the three masters and apprentices leaving, and understood the meaning of Jin Chanzi's words in his heart.

I only care about crossing people. If there is a difficulty, I will cross it if I can, and I will not cross it if I cannot. If I cannot cross it, I will die.

After all, you guys will let me live again, in another life.

Guanyin sighed, thinking that if the Tathagata heard it, would he turn into a child again, go berserk in anger, and want to kill people to calm his anger.

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In the West Sea, the dark blue waters are slowly surging, they beat against the black reefs, splashing waves.

Groups of seagulls whirled and flew, making one or two calls from time to time.

The sky was blue and low, like night.

Nezha stepped on the hot wheel and stood above the center of Xihaihai with a pointed gun in his hand.

"Come out, Shuangtian, come out!" She yelled into the bottomless sea.

The sea is calm and there is no echo.

Nezha gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, picked up the pointed gun, and rushed straight towards the sea.

Pointed fire-pointed spears were inserted into the sea, wave after wave, and then two high tides hit directly, with a sweet smell.

Blood color spread from the place where the flaming spear was inserted, and Nezha's eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Third Prince Nezha, this is...?" The Dragon King of the West Sea floated up from the bottom of the sea with his long tail, and appeared in front of Nezha.

"I don't make trouble in the sea, I just look for people." Nezha held the fire-pointed gun with one hand, and looked at the Dragon King of the West Sea resolutely.

"Whoever you are looking for, Xiao Wang will help you find it. Why make such a big noise." The Dragon King of Xihai said flatteringly.

"Shuangtian!" Nezha gritted his teeth and said.

"He... isn't he locked up in that forest?" The Dragon King of the West Sea lowered his voice, whispering as if it was a secret that no one should know.

"The forest was burned by me, and he escaped." Nezha smelled the smell of blood around him, raised his head and pointed to the sea, and said decisively: "He is here!"

As she spoke, she increased the strength in her hand and stabbed it down again.

A large amount of blood gushed out again, even the deep blue sea water couldn't dilute the bright red blood color much.

"You... don't be angry, I'll help you find it, find it." The Dragon King of Xihai spread his hands down, trying to appease Nezha.

Nezha chuckled lightly, held the three-pointed gun, stepped on the Hot Wheels, and flew into the air.

Drops of blood were sliding down the muzzle and falling into the water.

She looked around and said, "Shuangtian, I know you are here, and I also know why you are hiding here. Let me tell you, you'd better come out, otherwise I don't mind making trouble again."

"Don't...you don't..." The Dragon King of the West Sea stopped him repeatedly after hearing this.

After so many years, the scene of Nezha's rioting in the East China Sea is still vivid in his memory. He doesn't want his own sea area to be turned upside down by this little ancestor.

Nezha sneered and glared at the Dragon King of the West Sea.

The Dragon King hesitated again and again, not daring to say a word.

"Shuangtian, do you think I started from the sea surface or from the bottom of the sea, which method do you think Yishui would like more?"

"Shuangtian, actually I know where you are, and I also know that the Dragon King doesn't know you are here, but if I really trouble the sea, will I care so much?"

Nezha held a pointed gun, glanced at the heavy black clouds, and then looked at the sea.

"Nezha, you don't need to say anything, I'm coming out." A young man appeared not far from Nezha's feet, dressed in white, with blood on his arms.

It was Shuangtian who escaped from the jungle under the hood of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire that day.

He walked towards Nezha slowly, but when he was a few steps away from Nezha, he immediately accelerated his speed, and he could hardly see his figure.

I saw a sharp-edged ice knife pressed between Nezha's eyebrows, giving off a cold light.

The ice blade, as long as it is pushed forward a little, can penetrate Nezha's body and brain, killing Nezha.

But Nezha still laughed again, disapprovingly.

In front of the dense black clouds, the Roaring Dog howled and looked at its owner.

But the owner of the house has no intention of making a move at all.

"Master, don't you want to be a hero and rescue the third prince Nezha?" Xiao Tiangou asked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sat on the cloud, and the black silk scattered on his shoulders was blown up by the wind. He said: "Nezha's close-up skills are too weak. If she can't handle the frosty sky now, she will struggle in a big battle in the future."

"Master, what you said is very reasonable, but I don't understand it, hey." Xiao Tiangou poked the back of Yang Jian's head and continued to play with his master's crown.

"Sit down honestly if you don't understand." Yang Jian raised his hand and slapped Xiao Tiangou on the head, slapping Xiao Tiangou flat on the ground.

"Erlang Zhenjun." Hearing someone calling his master, Xiao Tiangou immediately jumped up from the ground to protect his master.

"Hey, Taishang Laojun." Xiao Tiangou lost his tone, feeling that he lost another chance to save the world.

"Are you here?" Yang Jian turned around and asked.

"En." Taishang Laojun nodded, patted the purple bamboo fan in his hand against the arm of his right hand, and then unfolded the purple bamboo fan with one hand.

Yang Jian nodded, and Taishang Laojun flicked a chestnut between Xiaotiangou's forehead, and left satisfied.

"Master, what does Laojun mean?" Xiao Tiangou asked in confusion.

"Do you still want to save the world?"

The roaring dog's head is like a smash.

"Then shut up, I'll give you a chance later."

"Master..." Xiao Tiangou stared at Yang Jian with burning eyes.

"Okay." Yang Jian clasped his hands after saying what Taishang Laojun meant, and continued to look at the people on the sea.

On the surface of the sea, Nezha stared at Shuangtian, raised the corners of his lips provocatively, and went up to the ice skate.

Shuangtian never expected that Nezha would be so determined to treat him like this, and he didn't move his hands for a moment.

The temperature on the neck was cold, Shuangtian lowered his head, and found that the Qiankun circle was firmly pressing against his throat, and his body was also tightly bound by Huntian Ling.

"You can't kill me." Nezha said, pressing his forehead down along the ice blade, and the Qiankun circle in his hand firmly pressed Shuangtian's trachea.

The ice blade melted away little by little, leaving only the thin handle still in Shuangtian's hand.

Nezha blushed a little.

Nezha's hands grabbed the two sections of Huntian Ling, increasing the strength in his hands.

Shuangtian was dying and had difficulty breathing.

The Dragon King of the West Sea trembled all over and couldn't say a word.

Coming, the corners of Nezha's hooked lips flattened, and the strength of his hands loosened.

In an instant, countless heavenly soldiers and generals came from the sky, and they all surrounded Nezha.

Nezha hooked the corners of his lips again, sneered, and let Shuangtian go.

She took Huntianling away, pointed at Shuangtian with her thumb, looked at the leader of the guards and said, "Why, did the Jade Emperor ask you to rescue him?"

"Nezha, the third prince, the Jade Emperor received a complaint from the Dragon King, saying that you are going to make trouble in the West Sea."

"Oh...?" Nezha raised his eyes to look at the Dragon King of the West Sea, but there was no anger in his eyes.

The Dragon King of Xihai shook his head again and again, he really didn't file a complaint.

"But, I haven't made a fuss yet, and you guys are too early." Nezha said mockingly.

"If Xiao Wang sues, Xiao Wang will withdraw, withdraw." Seeing that the situation is not good, the Dragon King of Xihai could only excuse himself like this, hoping that Nezha would not make things difficult for himself and Xihai.

"Well, he said he withdrew, and I didn't make trouble, so it's nothing to do with you." After Nezha finished speaking, he shook his head slightly regretfully at the soldiers, and flew to the cloud.

Leaving behind a group of divine soldiers, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

She flew down beside Yang Jian, and raised her hand to wipe the blood from her forehead.

"Second brother." Nezha sat beside Yang Jian, looking with dark eyes at the leader of the gods on the sea to support Shuangtian.

"It seems that our guess is right. And just now the Taishang Laojun came." Yang Jian looked at his third brother and told her the news that he had just arrived.

"How?" Nezha's heart tightened violently.

"We managed to hold the Jade Emperor's attention." Yang Jian lowered his head with a serious tone, clasped his hands together, and twirled his thumbs.

"En." Nezha's eyes were firm, waiting for Yang Jian to continue.

"Journey to the West team has assembled successfully!" Roaring Sky Dog poked his head out from behind Yang Jian, hugged Yang Jian's neck and looked at Nezha and said, "As the number one team in the heavens, we have successfully completed the task and rescued him. the world."

Yang Jian raised his hand and gave another slap in fear.

Nezha took a sympathetic look at Xiaotiangou, and sure enough, his second brother taught his pets the way he did.

If anything happens, just slap him.

If a slap can't solve it,

Just give me a few more slaps.

Nezha shook his head, and said to Yang Jian: "Second brother, you plan to do the same in the future ~ teach your family the canopy?"

"Canopy?" Yang Jian tilted his head slightly and said, "He doesn't need me to do it."

"what?"

"He always looks for it by himself. If I'm in a bad mood, he will be miserable."

"If second brother, are you in a good mood?"

"Then eat him."

Fortunately, he is now in the Journey to the West team, Nezha thought secretly in his heart.