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One hundred and twentieth chapters each has a ghost

Ye Yunyang took his three apprentices, put the white dragon horse at Nantianmen and asked Erlang Shen to find some grass to feed, and then followed Nezha to the Golden Light Cave in Qianyuan Mountain.

On the way, Sun Wukong asked Nezha: "Why are you going to Jinguang Cave? Why don't you just stay at home? You think your father didn't beat you hard enough."

Hearing Sun Wukong say this, he originally felt a little better, but in an instant, his face fell again, and he glared at Sun Wukong resentfully:

"It's not all up to you." After a pause, he said:

"If you hadn't come to me to drink and have fun in the hall, why would my father be unhappy? Why would he come home and put me in solitary confinement and whip me with a whip? I didn't have any choice but to go to the master to avoid the limelight. Who knows?

As soon as I arrived, I saw a gleaming stove, so I flew around the world, and with a bang, the stove broke into pieces."

Looking at Nezha's vivid descriptions, Ye Yunyang also found it very interesting. Nezha was surprisingly afraid of his father, but he was also extremely unlucky. He had just run away from his father, but was designed by his master not to go back and run to him.

Come find shelter.

Alas, if the system had not only allowed him to take on four apprentices, this Nezha would also be famous and had an owner. Otherwise, he would have taken this Nezha, and there would have been many chatty people on the way to the west to entertain him and relieve his boredom.

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System: You think beautifully.

After hearing this, Sun Wukong wondered, why does this have anything to do with him?

He just had a glass of wine with him, and he didn't drink too much. Or did Nezha drink three large pots of wine while he was gone and go home and brag nonsense to his father?

He ignored Nezha and walked beside Ye Yunyang. He still didn't know what kind of medicine this Taiyi Master was selling in his gourd, but he had to be careful. Who knows what Taiyi Master was.

At this moment, Taiyi Zhenren, who was waiting for Ye Yunyang and his party in the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain, sneezed uncontrollably.

"Sneeze." Taiyi Zhenren rubbed his nose. It was strange that he hadn't sneezed for a long time. Could it be that he had a cold? No, he was an immortal, so it was impossible for him to catch a cold.

"A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze." After sneezing three times in a row, the elderly Taiyi Zhenren had to reflect and check himself to see if it was true that the old man was not in good health and was starting to get sick.

In fact, on the way here, Ye Yunyang was thinking: "Old man, are you playing tricks on me?"

"Jinxia, ​​go and find some jelly grass for me to boil and give it to my master." Master Taiyi kept sneezing, so he asked his attendant Jinxia Tong'er to boil some jelly grass for him.

I muttered secretly in my heart: I don’t know if Tang Sanzang will follow Nezha here. He has been incarnate in the mortal world these days to preach and has heard a lot of rumors. Most of them are Tang Sanzang’s eminent monk.

It’s different…

He was thinking in his heart, even if this monk was the Buddha who sat on the Golden Chanzi, these people would not be able to praise Tang Sanzang so highly.

In addition, when he passed by the White Bone Mountain, the White Bone Lady was not beaten to death by Sun Wukong. Instead, she changed her ways and stopped eating human flesh. She let her little monsters plow the fields and donated money and subsidies to the villagers at the foot of the mountain.

This made him so curious, thinking that he had once transformed into a Taoist priest to influence the Bone Lady. Not only was she stubborn, but she also wanted to eat him. If he hadn't run fast, he would have exposed himself.

Then I wanted to see what method Tang Sanzang used to recover the Bone Lady.

Master Taiyi would never have imagined that the famous eminent monk would use a beauty trick to influence Madam Bones.

With the ability to soar through the clouds and mist, Ye Yunyang and his party arrived at the Golden Light Cave in Qianyuan Mountain early.

The mountains are lush with green vegetation, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, and the mountains are evergreen. There is a cave entrance that can accommodate three people passing through side by side. Looking at this very inconspicuous cave entrance, Ye Yunyang's eyes are a little disdainful, for a dignified Taiyi Master actually lives in such a shabby place.

Besides birds that can poop, who else would come to this place?

Nezha led the four masters and disciples Ye Yunyang in. Before they got inside, an old man with gray hair and a childlike face, wearing a gray robe and holding a whisk in his hand, came out of the tunnel.

Seeing this person, Nezha immediately hid behind Ye Yunyang, shrinking his head and not daring to come out.

"Didn't see me, didn't see me, didn't see me."

Ye Yunyang rolled his eyes helplessly as he listened to the muttering behind him, wondering how much Nezha was afraid of Master Taiyi.

Just when Ye Yunyang was looking at Master Taiyi, Master Taiyi was also staring at Ye Yunyang.

The cassock, tin staff, and high hat are no different from those of ordinary monks. How on earth did he recover the White Bone Demon?

"Are you Tang Sanzang?" Master Taiyi asked.

Ye Yunyang raised his eyebrows, feeling very unhappy with this question, so he also asked doubtfully: "Are you the real Taiyi who lives in this mouse hole?"

The right way is courtesy and reciprocity, and Ye Yunyang vividly demonstrated this profound culture.

Master Taiyi also suddenly felt unhappy: "Are you the Tang Sanzang who is respected as the land of five cents on his head?"

As soon as these words came out, it was obvious that Ye Yunyang was irritated, and a subtle sense of déjà vu of war was revealed. Ye Yunyang, in line with the principle of not wanting to expose himself, did not use his inner strength, and smashed the tin stick in his hand towards Zhenren Taiyi.

"Your rat hole."

Taiyi Zhenren was not to be outdone. In line with the principle of not wanting to reveal that he was the Qinghua Emperor of the East, he pretended to be a straw bag and threw out his fly whisk.

"Your bastard's land."

There was a 'dong' sound between the two crossings, but it was not Ye Yunyang or Taiyi Zhenren who were injured.

Jinxia Tong'er, who had been late to arrive, was holding herbs and quickly blocked the 'fatal blow' for Master Taiyi. Nezha, who was hiding behind Ye Yunyang, also jumped out in time to block Ye Yunyang's fly whisk.

"You brat, where are you on?" Master Taiyi looked at Nezha and said angrily.

He really has a white-eyed wolf, looking at other people's masters, bah.

Nezha hid again in confusion.

Ye Yunyang, on the other hand, said calmly: "Hey, I'm really old. I still need to maintain my health. Soak wolfberry in a thermos cup."

If your apprentice blocks me, it's because your apprentice likes me, but my apprentice doesn't block you. It's obvious how failed you are as a master.

Thinking of this, Ye Yunyang's mood improved slightly. This Master Taiyi could quite arouse his anger.

"Master, I...this Tang Monk was invited by me. I heard that you two are quite related."

Nezha stuck out his head and said cautiously.

Hearing what Nezha said, Taiyi Zhenren finally remembered that it was he who designed Ye Yunyang to come to his Golden Light Cave. Humph, being famous is not as good as meeting him. What an eminent monk, I think he is nothing more than an old bald donkey.

Master Taiyi snorted coldly: "There was no connection before, but now there is."

Ye Yunyang also sneered: "Yes, now we have it."
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