After Zhang Yang shouted many names of Wukong and Bajie, he could not get any response. In the past, there were people around him, but now he was suddenly alone, and he felt empty in his heart. Zhang Yang didn't know why Wukong and the others suddenly disappeared, and the original village here also disappeared overnight. Could it be that something incredible happened when he was sleeping last night?

Just when Zhang Yang was unable to figure out the direction, he suddenly thought of a way to find the land father-in-law, so he stomped his feet hard and shouted that the land was coming out. However, half a stick of incense had passed and he didn't even see a ghost.

Guanyin Bodhisattva in Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea was scrubbing the bath, and suddenly she browned. She hurriedly pinched her fingers and found that Zhang Yang was alone in the forest, and it seemed that something was wrong. She brought a jade bottle, took out the willow branches from the bottle, then pulled out a willow leaf, and blew it.

The willow leaves slowly evaporate into a ball of white mist, and finally condense into human form, kneeling in front of Guanyin.

Guanyin said, "Ye'er, for some reason, the disciple of the disciple who was seeking the scriptures left him. You can go and take them to meet up quickly. I'll come after I finish the shower."

Ye'er nodded and agreed, then turned into a breeze and rushed to Xiniu Hezhou.

In the forest, Zhang Yang identified the southeast, west and north through the direction of the sun, and then continued to move towards the west. He actually felt a little guilty because he did not have enough concentration to obtain the scriptures, so his wife had not taken it and his apprentice was lost. Just as he sighed and moved westward, a gust of wind suddenly blew, rolling up sand and dust. He squinted his eyes. When he opened it again, he actually saw a masked woman wearing green gauze standing in front of him.

Zhang Yang took two steps back and asked carefully: "Monster?"

Ye'er didn't answer. He stared at Zhang Yang for a long time and murmured: "You are not Jin Chanzi."

When Zhang Yang heard that he was not here to find him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, I am just an ordinary person, wandering around in this forest."

Ye'er's eyes revealed a hint of sadness. After a while, she asked again: "Are you a visitor?"

When Zhang Yang heard that he couldn't hide, he quickly explained: "Listen to me, this girl, although I have also learned the scriptures, my flesh has no effect of immortality, and I haven't taken a shower for many days. You take a bite of the mud in your mouth."

Ye'er did not answer his nonsense, but turned around and said as she walked: "I'll come with you, Sun Wukong talks with Zhenyuan Daxian in the Wuzhuang Temple in front of him, I'll take you there."

Zhang Yang was not willing to do it, and he didn't know where the girl who came out of the way came from. Since the little rabbit put the knife on his neck, he has been extremely careful in everything, because the golden bell cover given to him by Folang is not omnipotent, and it has flaws. At present, his three bodyguards, Wukong, Bajie and Xiaobailong, are not around, so he still dare not move forward rashly.

Ye'er looked back and saw that Zhang Yang disappeared and went to find him again.

Zhang Yang ran wildly, and forgot to see where he looked until he got out of the forest and ran to the foot of the mountain. He saw a village. Smoke was rising in the village. Zhang Yang smelled the fragrance of food in the air and his stomach was quacking, so he thought about going over for a full meal before trying to find a way to go to Wuzhuang Temple.

When he came to this village, he was a little confused. Although it was very lively and lived and worked in peace, these villagers clearly did not look like humans.

The one selling steamed buns there are chicken heads, the one selling candied haws here has deer antlers, and the one selling arts and acrobatics on the streets is actually a monkey. It’s obvious that he has come to a village full of monsters!

The appearance of humans made these monsters stop their work, and all looked at him with strange expressions.

Zhang Yang had an idea and wrinkled his face together, trying to make himself look weirder and less like a human. While walking in with a stern look, he deliberately said to himself loudly: "Oh, I just ate someone and my stomach was full."

The demons around him were sighing, and some demons whispered: "It turns out to be a chrysanthemum monster. This can become a spirit. The world is really wonderful."

Some other demons said, "One other person who is not afraid of death is back from going out to eat people. Let's see how he dies later."

Zhang Yang was confused. After he turned around twice, he felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. He turned around and walked away again. But just a few steps away, he heard a strange sound coming from behind him, and all the demons shouted in unison: "Grandmaster is auspicious."

I could tell with my toes that there must be an amazing big man or a grandmother. Zhang Yang ran away, but before he could run out of the village, his legs left the ground and he had already floated in the air. After flapping in the air for a few times, he really had no choice but to wrinkle his face together, and turned around and said, "Grandma is auspicious."

But when Zhang Yang saw the woman in front of him, his face unconsciously stretched out, revealing his original appearance. The monsters kneeling all over the ground began to sigh again: "Oh my God, he is really a human. Now he is going to be miserable. I don't know if he will be buried alive or hanged."

Zhang Yang didn't have time to listen to the gossip of these villagers. He kept staring at the woman standing in front of him. Countless strange and familiar scenes flashed through his mind. In the picture, it was a girl who loved to laugh, wearing glasses and short hair. Later, she looked at Zhang Yang and cried in despair, and finally turned into bubbles and disappeared in front of him. Zhang Yang rolled up his sleeves and revealed the three words on his arm: "Lin Xiaoyu".

He murmured, "Are you Lin Xiaoyu?"

The woman was wearing a red nightgown and sleepy eyes. It was obvious that she had just woken up. She noticed that a stranger came to the village and came out to see her. She didn't expect that she was still a human. But why, he looked at herself and cried?

Yes, Zhang Yang was full of tears. He always felt that he had done something that was sorry for Lin Xiaoyu, but this person always flashed through his mind, and he didn't even leave his face. Although he was wearing different clothes at the moment, he remembered that face and would not admit his mistake. This woman was exactly the same as Lin Xiaoyu.

The woman walked up to Zhang Yang, waved her hand to retract the spell, and let Zhang Yang land. She held his wrist and carefully observed the three words on his arm, then raised her head and asked, "Who are you?"

The feeling was very empty. A mysterious woman who was often dreamt of by herself and occasionally flashed by her eyes. Now she appeared in front of her. Even if he and her didn't know anything, Zhang Yang didn't want to give up. He hugged her and then burst into tears: "No matter what the reason is, I finally found you, no matter what happened, I want to say, sorry!"
Chapter completed!