In this way, as long as you master the specified time, location and direction, your eyes will suddenly turn into a turning technique at that time, and you will see the scene of an unknown immortal preaching to an unknown shepherd boy on the back of Quanshishan. https://Although this sounds a bit incredible, it does happen.

In a small shop selling puppets on stage, there is a shopkeeper with an unlucky face and is still humming the famous opera "Worship of the Moon" by Sun Wukong a few years ago.

"The moon is so round, so round,

The moon is so big, so big,

The moon is so round, so big and round,

The moon is so big, round and big,

A very round moon hangs on the night sky.

There is a big moon hanging on the night sky.

Such a round and big moon,

Nothing said,

Just worship like this."

Although it was only one month before Sun Wukong was outdated very quickly, the stage plays he had once sung in the studio were still wild and unruly.

A bronze-colored carriage was carrying Sun Wukong, and Hua Chunshui drove towards the legendary Quanshishan and Nongjiaolin.

In the carriage, Sun Wukong snored louder than the various sounds produced when the carriage was driving.

Sun Wukong was finally tired and suffered physically and mentally for a while. It was inevitable that Hua Chunshui, who was driving the carriage, felt relieved, and his hearing was severely disturbed.

Hua Chunshui opened his broken voice and sang a new drama that Sun Wukong sang the day before he announced his withdrawal from the opera world.

Hua Chunshui sang it briefly, and his voice was like being blocked and intercepted by something, and it was very easy to hear the stuttering sound.

"Even if it is stuck, it is perfect. It's as fake as it's really perfect, right?" Hua Chunshui's deep eyes contained a kind of tragic tragedy, although there was nothing to be tragic.

I don’t know if anyone understands the meaning of “building houses on the land of flowers falling”. If you understand it, you are wise, and if you don’t understand it, you are smart people.

The tailor shop in the town is still so elegant and so peaceful when it comes to Jujunshe. This is the same, but the only difference is only one person.

Yang Guoguo became haggard, not only because of her relationship with Sun Wukong, but also because she began to worry about something.

"Should I look for someone else?" Yang Guoguo leaned against the corner of the wall, and her inner entanglement was clearly visible on her face.

Yang Guoguo has a stepmother who is as old as her. She has been married to her father Yang Wei for two years. Yang Guoguo's stepmother is Li Zi'e.

Li Zi'e's whole body exuded an unfaithful aura, and she spoke like a puppy that was less than a month old. She threw out a strange dialect and screamed.

"Guoguo, you're so old. Hurry up and find a man with money to marry. I think Zhang Dashu, who bought mutton in the front street, is good."

Yang Guoguo rolled her eyes at Li Zi'e and said

"You think people have to be like you. Zhang Dashu is in his sixties and is almost the same as being a grandfather."

Li Zi'e shrugged her shoulders and said in a silly way

"Guoguo, don't say that. It's not a precedent for me to marry your father in this world. It's popular. You have a bigger experience. Whoever you marry is the same. Why don't you have to be ridden by men? Everyone rides the same. Old people are more experienced! It's more comfortable! Hehe!"

Yang Guoguo's face was covered with disgust and scolding

"Li Zi'e, I'm really annoying to you. Even if you talk to you, it's disgusting. How can you be shameless? I can't control the marriage to someone who is thirty or forty years older than you, but I don't pretend to be an adult with my aunt. When I chased and played with mud, you still squatted and used urine and mud. Don't you know? It's so fox-like. Go and don't disturb my aunt's breathing."

Li Zi'e shook her hand angrily and said angrily, "Hmph, I haven't seen you," then twisted left and right and walked out the door, which looked like a brothel style in ancient times.

There is a gym that specializes in adopting orphans ten miles north of the mountain. Many people who know it call it an orphan house.

There is a bamboo house behind the orphan house, why is it called barely supporting?

Because it is said that this bamboo house has existed since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, it is broken and can shake three times with a gentle breeze. Fortunately, there has never been any wind in this place.

Sun Wukong and Hua Chunshui drove the carriage to the orphan house first, donating two-thirds of the silver they brought with them. Then, without waiting to be praised, they casually put down a few subtle words and rushed to the ragged bamboo house in the carriage.

Because there are dozens of miles of mountain, except for the orphan house, the only one left is the bamboo house that can live in.

Why not choose a slightly comfortable orphan house to settle in?

Because Sun Wukong and Hua Chunshui plan to create a so-called exciting atmosphere that should be during travel, it is very obvious.

"Because the road from the bamboo house to the mountains is particularly difficult to walk, and the sky is a little dark, we can only act tomorrow." Sun Wukong flew with great efforts to push the door of the bamboo house open.

Hua Chunshui clanged the wooden door of the rear of the carriage, then walked to the head of a big tree next to the bamboo house, and said, "It's just like ten miles away, you'll get there with a thrust of the horse. You have to go tomorrow. It's too planned."

"Okay, listen to me, if you want to have an extremely definite attitude if you want to have a good attitude."

"What's the meaning?"

"I understand myself, my heart does not have the time to suffer that kind of torture."

Hua Chunshui's puzzled expression betrayed his extremely dull mind.

"Remember, tomorrow's tour is completely the first thing to do when you sweep the tracks behind closed doors," he picked up a tattered broom and threw it to Hua Chunshui. "Uh! Let's do a good job in performance art." After that, he walked to the door of the bamboo house and carefully pushed open the bamboo door. The dust in the cracks in the door splashed on Sun Wukong.

Hua Chunshui was holding the broken broom, confused and confused. He said, "Strange, why is it so weird today? It's really a headache."

In the bamboo house, there are also various decorations that should have been before the Tang Dynasty. The bamboo chairs and bamboo tables are close to the east of the bamboo house. There is a bamboo mat in the middle, which is quite eye-catching. What’s more interesting is that even the bed is made of bamboo.

The workmanship is very fine, and the bamboo strips with wide and neat width are intertwined, with an indescribable delicateness, which can be said to be perfect.

If you don’t know the year, a thick layer of dust covered on the surface was released, and it would be believed that it was just made yesterday.

"Are these really things from the pre-Tang Dynasty?" Sun Wukong asked in surprise.

Hua Chunshui quickly packed up some of the decorations in the bamboo house and said, "I heard that it was picked up by Tang in the past. It's a world of difference between inside and outside. Look, the chairs made of this pillar are still fresh!"

Sun Wukong looked up and down the bamboo house and said

"It's still believed that the outside of the bamboo house was from the pre-Tang Dynasty, but it's really hard to believe it if it's inside! Is there a certain amount of protection measures? This is not enough. Don't you want to hide from it if it rains and snows in this place. Is there a gap? Can the air circulate? Hey? It seems that this is not possible, I can't figure it out."

Late at night, Sun Wukong did not sleep soundly on the exquisite bamboo bed in the bamboo house, but instead sat outside the bamboo house with a bamboo chair from the pre-Tang Dynasty.

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There are demons on the way to the West

There are demons on the way to the West
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