Zhu Ganglie lost his treasure.
He couldn't ask about Zhong Xuan's identity.
Just as he was feeling frustrated, he suddenly saw an auspicious cloud flying over his head.
There was a pure white lotus on the cloud.
Wasn't he the South Sea Guan Yin Bodhisattva?
He hurriedly chased after him." Bodhisattva, stop! Bodhisattva, stop!”
Guanyin was ordered to investigate the person who injured Lingji Bodhisattva.
After wandering around the Yellow Wind Ridge for a long time, other than the little demons in the cave, there was no one else.
He didn't know where the yellow-furred marten had gone.
He was worried about Tang Sanzang, afraid that the thief would attack the man who took the scriptures.
They were flying toward the edge of the Great Tang.
Zhu Ganglie stopped him.
"Marshal Tianpeng? Why did you stop me?"
Zhu Ganglie's face was filled with anxiety.
He complained to Guanyin," Bodhisattva, I don't know where this pretty boy came from, but he has a powerful thunder technique!”
"You knocked me out. Not only did you ruin my Journey to the West, but you also stole my nine-toothed rake!”
Guanyin was stunned.
Snatch your nine-toothed rake?
Although that thing was a treasure, the shape of the rake was ugly.
Who would come and snatch this thing from you?
"Tell me the details!"
On the other side.
After Zhong Xuan flew away, he didn't return to the Flowerfruit Mountain.
Instead, he went all the way to the Agonizing Eagle Stream.
"My Flowerfruit Mountain still needs a watering job. The Yellow Lion Spirit and the others are not good at washing spells, so this little white dragon is just right!”
In any case, he had already offended the Buddhist Sect. With their divine powers, they would be able to find him sooner or later.
He might as well take the opportunity to stir up the muddy waters of Journey to the West.
He wanted to divert the Buddhist Sect's attention so that they would not know what his goal was.
In the Eagle Sorrow Stream.
The little white dragon was in the water with a depressed expression.
As the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, he came from a noble background.
He should have lived an enviable life.
In the end.
Not to mention that there must be a green hat on his head.
In his depression, he set fire to the pearl in the hall, and his father, the West Sea Dragon King, actually reported this matter to the Heavenly Court, accusing him of disobedience.
How could his father do such a thing?
The Jade Emperor had sent people to hang him in the air and beat him three hundred times. He even wanted him to go to the Dragon Slaying Stage.
If it wasn't for Guan Yin's pleading, his soul would have already scattered.
"F * ck, my biological father actually treated me like this!”
Being cuckolded was not enough to make Ao Lie feel disheartened.
It was mainly because his father had reported the matter of him burning the pearl to the Jade Emperor.
He deeply doubted if he was his biological son.
"How miserable, he is really the most miserable one in the Journey to the West!”
Zhong Xuan sighed.
So what if the monkey had been suppressed at the foot of the mountain for 500 years?
So what if Zhu Bajie was banished to the mortal world and raised by a pig?
What was the big deal about Monk Sand being pierced by a flying sword?
There was no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
Betrayed by his own father, betrayed by his own wife and cuckolded.
This was the most miserable.
"Who is it?"
Little White stood up from the bed.
A pair of dragon eyes scanned the surroundings.
" Ao Lie, the Third Prince of the West Ocean?"
Zhong Xuan appeared in front of Ao Lie.
She asked him,"Are you willing to come with me?"”
"Who are you? Ao Lie was guilty, so he could not leave this place without permission!”
This person came with ill intentions.
He was even more handsome than him, and it was obvious that he was not a good person.
"Do you want to know why your old father sold you and why your wife ran away with a nine-headed bug?”
Yes, she missed him every day and night.
He wanted to know the truth all the time.
However, Zhong Xuan's words had undoubtedly poked the little white dragon's reverse scale.
At this moment, he did not want others to mention this unbearable past.
After all, he had been cheated on.
Why would he want others to keep talking about this matter?
He was furious.
The little White Dragon didn't even think about it, and took out his sword to attack Zhong Xuan.
"Where did this wild Dao come from? How dare you bully me!”
The sword was extremely fast.
Zhong Xuan smiled.
He twisted his waist and dodged.
"You're too weak. With your little cultivation, even if I tell you the truth, I'm afraid you won't be able to take revenge!”
"No wonder that Princess Wansheng wanted to run away with the Nine-headed Bug. With your strength, how can a woman be assured to follow you?”
The little white dragon was furious.
The Ethereal Fire rose, and the sword in his hand attacked again.
It was urgent and fast.
"Shut up!"
A storm of attacks came down.
It didn't hurt Zhong Xuan in the slightest, but rather exhausted him.
"Come with me to work. You can eat as many heavenly peaches as you want. I guarantee that your strength will increase to the point where you can beat up the nine-headed bug!”
Ao Lie knew that swordsmanship was useless against this person.
With a shake of his body, he revealed his true body on the spot.
A white dragon that was hundreds of meters long bared its fangs and brandished its claws at Zhong Xuan.
"Ridiculous. That peach belongs to the Queen Mother of the Heavenly Court. How can a wild Taoist like you have a peach of immortality?”
Everyone in the world knew that the Peaches of Immortality were exclusive to the Queen Mother.
This person dared to shamelessly say that heavenly peaches could fill one's stomach.
He was really boasting.
"You don't believe me? I'll take it out for you to see!"
Zhong Xuan reached into his bosom and was about to take out the peach.
The little White Dragon's eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself that this was a good opportunity.
roar ~~~
A dragon's roar stirred up the world.
The dragon claw reached out towards Zhong Xuan's head.
"Die!"
"Tsk tsk, this little White Dragon of yours isn't strong, but your tone isn't small!”
"I'm afraid you don't have the ability to kill me!”
Zhong Xuan threw out the Flying Dragon Staff that he had snatched from Lingji.
A dragon's roar that shook the wind and clouds sounded.
An eight-clawed golden dragon with a body that was more than ten times larger than the little white dragon.
Squeezing into the Eagle's Sorrow Stream, there is no place to go.
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