Lingji fell, the position of Buddhist Bodhisattva appeared to be vacant, and his fortune was lost.

Buddhism cannot find any murderer or evidence, so the death of Lingji Bodhisattva has become a unsolved case in the Three Realms!

Perhaps only after the end of the Journey to the West and the way of heaven returns to the clear light will the saints infer this case.

At present, Journey to the West needs to continue, and the prosperity of the West cannot be delayed.

Chen Jiangliu, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Xiaobailong only regarded the matter of Lingji Bodhisattva as a small episode and continued to move forward.

But in one day, after 800 miles of Huangshaling, the west was a place of Pingyang.

Time flies, and summer passes through autumn. When the cicadas sing, the willows are shaking, and the fire flows westward.

This day.

Chen Jiangliu was walking, and saw a huge tide of water, turbulent waves, mud and sand floating, wide and boundless.

Chen Jiang got off his horse, and looked at the vast water, and couldn't help but frown, "What do you think of me?"

"Bajie, take the fishing rod of the master."

Zhu Bajie honestly took the fishing rod, Chen Jiangliu found a steep and deep angle and started fishing.

Sun Wukong flew up to the clouds and searched along the river.

Next to the river, there is a stone tablet erected, which records:

"Eight hundred miles of quicksand world, three thousand weak waters are deep. Goose feathers cannot float up, and reed flowers sink to the bottom!"

And just as Sun Wukong turned back, the river suddenly stirred up a splash of water.

A fairy emerged from the bottom of the lake. She was very ugly. She saw her red hair, her two round eyes, her eyes were bright like a lamp, her face was blue and indigo, and she had nine skeleton beads on her neck, and she held a treasure stick in her hand!

The fairy appeared, used the water-based magical power, and emitted a stream of water, and swept away Chen Jiangliu, who was fishing by the river.

"Hahahahaha!" The blue-faced river demon rolled Chen Jiangliu and hurried into the Liusha River.

As soon as Sun Wukong came back, he saw his master being caught by a monster. He was so angry that he scratched his head, "Idiot, why are you looking at the master!"

"Little White Dragon, hurry up and go to the river to save the master!"

"Idiot, save the master!"

"Okay, senior brother!"

Little White Dragon and Zhu Bajie were extremely anxious when they saw that their master was captured by the river demon and jumped into the quicksand river.

Liusha River Water Palace.

The red-haired and blue-faced river demon looked at Chen Jiangliu with a smile, sharpening a knife in his hand, and touching the nine skull rosary on his neck with the other hand, "That monk, do you know what my rosary is made of?"

Chen Jiangliu was tied to the bottom of the river and was extremely angry, "How can this Zhu Bajie, Xiao Bailong protect him?"

"When I go out, I must eat dragon blood tofu and spicy pig's trotters!"

Chen Jiangliu was not afraid of the blue-faced monster in front of him and said coldly: "Ha! Isn't it just a rosary made of human heads? When I was traveling to Chang'an, I wouldn't kill more than ten or twenty of them? I only had nine skulls, and I dared to be with him.

Show in front of you?”

"Know it, let me go quickly, otherwise my apprentice will call you later and stew fish soup!"

When the blue-faced river demon saw that the monk in front of him was caught and dared to be so bold, his heart was filled with anger, "I tell you, these nine skulls are all the monk's heads, you are the tenth!"

"Ten skulls!"

Chen Jiangliu narrowed his eyes slightly. Although the monster looked fierce, he had a familiar aura on his body.

This breath is so familiar to the six-winged golden cicada, the Buddhist Guanyin Bodhisattva who is neither male nor female!

"Come on, you're so crazy that you killed your grandfather. Hurry up, you're so stupid, don't dare to do it. You're a grandson, a turtle, a thousand-year-old bastard!" Chen Jiangliu knew that there was Guanyin's person in front of him, so he didn't know that

What is fear?

Sure enough, the blue-faced goblin was extremely angry when he listened to Chen Jiangliu's words and held the knife on his head.

Chen Jiangliu stretched out his neck and spitted on the monster's face, "Coward, don't dare to kill grandpa, just put down the knife. Coward, I despise you!"

The blue-faced monster felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly. He wanted to scare the monks, but he didn't expect that he was so tough...

And at this moment.

Outside the Water Palace.

Zhu Bajie and Xiaobailong happened to see the scene where the master was not afraid and was willing to die generously.

Zhu Bajie and Xiao Bailong were shocked and sighed: "I am worthy of being a master. Even if I am caught, I still have such courage. It is really admirable!"

"That monster, if you dare to hurt my master, you will peel you and get cramps!" Xiao Bailong shouted loudly and took the lead in vowing a sword to attack the blue-faced monster.

Zhu Bajie was not behind, so he picked up the nine-toothed rake and hit the blue-faced monster!

The blue-faced monster sacrificed its treasure stick and fought with the little white dragon in a group.

The little white dragon is not the useless little white dragon in the past. He practices the Nine Changes of the Ancestral Dragon and has unparalleled combat power!

In just a few dozen rounds, Xiao Bailong and Zhu Bajie joined forces to take down the blue-faced monster.

"Master, you have suffered." Zhu Bajie and Xiaobailong hurriedly walked to the master and loosened his ties.

Chen Jiangliu looked gloomy, "Today I want to drink fish soup. What I said, the Buddha Tathagata couldn't stop me!"

Chen Jiangliu returned to the shore.

"Bajie supports the pot, Xiao Bailong boils water, Wukong holds him down!" Chen Jiangliu's murderous aura rippled out.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhu Bajie happily put up the pot. Perhaps he was almost cooked by this pot, but now he wants to cook this fish monster, which has a perverted psychological pleasure.

The little white dragon kept spitting out fire in his mouth and began to boil water.

Sun Wukong held the fish demon with the golden cudgel.

After washing his hands, Chen Jiangliu took out his ancestral jungle knife!

Seeing Chen Jiangliu's ferocity, the blue-faced fish demon was extremely frightened, "Is he going to eat himself?"

The blue-faced fish demon immediately begged for mercy, "Master, Master, Guanyin Bodhisattva ordered me to wait here and be a disciple for you."

Chen Jiangliu was unmoved, "Wukong, block his mouth!"

"Okay, Master!"

Chen Jiangliu held a jungler knife and stabbed it out suddenly, the white knife came in and the red knife came out!

In an instant, fish blood flowed out, flowing into the quicksand river, dyeing the yellowed mud and sand blood red...

"Holy monk, no, no!" Hui'an walker, Muzha came late and stood on the clouds, shouting that Chen Jiangliu's men would show mercy.

Chen Jiangliu pretended not to listen and gave Xiao Bailong a look.

The little white dragon immediately nodded and flew up to the clouds to stop Muzha.

Chen Jiangliu stabbed the jungler knife in his hand ten times, and blood gushed out.

The blue-faced fish demon widened his eyes before he died, and could not believe that he said he was the identity of the seeker of the scriptures, and he still killed himself?

The fish demon's body's vitality has disappeared, the soul and soul flew out of the body, and the body has its prototype.

A big fish, a very large fat fish! It is as big as two or three adults.

Chen Jiangliu had a fishy face and a ferocious face. After washing his face by the river, he showed a gentle smile, "Hui'an Walker, what did you say just now? The wind is too strong, and I didn't hear it clearly."

Muzha fell into the clouds, looking at the deadly fish body, his hands trembled and his lips trembled, "Saint... Monk... Why did you really kill him?"

At this time, Xiao Bailong and Zhu Bajie smiled and said, "The fish demon just now put the sword on the master's head. The master said that he would drink fish soup today, and what he said was that the Buddha Tathagata could not stop him!"

Chen Jiangliu suddenly glared at the little white dragon, Zhu Bajie, "You can just say it!"

Chen Jiangliu smiled embarrassedly, "Advisors, following me through mountains and rivers, sleeping in the open air. It's so hard, I've all been hungry and lost weight. Look at Wukong, I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry."

Sun Wukong cooperated to make his eyes sink in, as if he hadn't eaten for dozens of days.

"Look at Bajie, he lost a lot of weight even after being hungry."

Zhu Bajie quickly sucked his stomach, his face turned red.

"The little white dragon worked harder. I carried the monk and my horse's hooves were smoothed."

The little white dragon immediately cooperated to show the dragon horse body and raised the horse's hooves, "Look, the hooves have really been smoothed!"

"If I kill this fish demon, my sin will be counted as my sin. I just feel sorry for my three disciples, and I will suffer and freeze with my master. Amitabha!" Chen Jiangliu's eyes were sad and lonely.

Muzha's face was also very ugly, "This fish demon is a visitor, so he can't be killed..."

"Amitabha, the tree has been completed."

"Wukong, scrape the scales."

"Bajie, the stomach is broken."

"Little Bailong, take out the sauerkraut that he treasures and eat sauerkraut fish today!"

"Honor Hui'an, do you want to leave some food?"
To be continued...