On the other side, Sun Wukong flew back to Huaguo Mountain. It was already late at night. He fell from the sky and flew straight into the Water Curtain Cave. He lay on a hanging vine, dazed and dazed.

Bai Jingjing flew out from the newly opened side hole next to her, landed on the vine next to Sun Wukong, reached out to touch Sun Wukong's head, lifted it up and placed it on his thigh.

Bai Jingjing looked at the lonely Sun Wukong and said with a distressed heart: "Wukong, what's wrong with you?"

Sun Wukong widened his eyes, looked at the top of the cave in a spiritless manner, and said, "Jingjing, the little monk is dead."

Bai Jingjing rubbed Sun Wukong's head and said, "Does Tang Sanzang?"

Sun Wukong said with a nod, "He saved me from the mountain, and I, Old Sun, protected him to travel west to obtain scriptures. He was timid and cowardly, greedy for money and fearful death, and he was not able to distinguish right from wrong, and was too foolish and kind.

I always thought I hated him, so I hid far away after the end of my journey. Now that he is dead, I feel empty in my heart. I often think of every bit of the past and the little monk who is greedy for money."

Bai Jingjing said softly: "You said before that Tang Sanzang was merged with Jin Chanzi, not necessarily dead, but perhaps a new life."

Sun Wukong closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "He is really dead. He attacked the king of the Kingdom of Women yesterday and injured him. I hit Lingshan today and fought with him. Tang Sanzang was really dead. Now the Lingshan is Jin Chanzi."

Bai Jingjing sighed and said, "Wukong~ You don't have to be too sad. Everyone has their own fate. Tang Sanzang's lifelong wish was to take the Three Gangshu's true scriptures, which were passed back to the Tang Dynasty to save all living beings. Now the wish has been fulfilled, even if you die, you should be free from grievances."

Sun Wukong continued, "Junior brother is dead too!"

Bai Jingjing said in confusion: "Who? Zhu Bajie or Sha Wujing?"

Sun Wukong said sadly: "It's Zhang Mingxuan!"

Bai Jingjing exclaimed: "This is impossible!"

Sun Wukong said sadly: "It's true. I saw his grave on the Hanging Island with my own eyes. Although it was a little simpler, it did contain his remaining breath."

Bai Jingjing shook her head and said with a forced smile: "Wukong, you are really good at joking!"

Sun Wukong looked at Bai Jingjing's eyes and said seriously: "What I said is true, and now the phone has become stuck, which means that the phone has no owner. All of this means that Zhang Mingxuan is really dead."

Bai Jingjing looked at Sun Wukong's serious look, and her smile gradually disappeared, covering her mouth in shock! How could the God of Xiaoyao die?

?Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and said, "Although Zhang Mingxuan lied to me, he did help me a lot before. I will definitely find out the murderer and avenge him."

Bai Jingjing said worriedly: "Wukong, the person who can kill the Lord Xiaoyao must be an ordinary person!"

Sun Wukong comforted and said, "Don't worry! My old man is now strong enough to surround the prehistoric world and has few opponents. Even if you can't beat it, you can escape. There will always be a day to take revenge in the long run."

Bai Jingjing said sadly: "How could such a good person as Xiaoyao God, suddenly fall? Alas~"

Sun Wukong turned his head to look at the West, with a fierce light in his eyes. He killed himself as soon as he finished his journey to the sutra. Who else could there be besides Buddhism?

Bai Jingjing took out her mobile phone, and the screen emitted a slight light at night, typing: "I heard bad news today. The famous novelist, film and television artist, philanthropist, and mobile phone founder, the God of Xiaoyao fell in Tianmen Mountain. The murderer is unknown. I don't know who is so cruel to attack the great God of Xiaoyao today? I, Bai Jingjing, is deeply favored by the God of God, and will work hard to investigate the murderer with my husband to comfort the God of True Spirit."

After Bai Jingjing filmed Zhang Mingxuan's "Ghost Knight", she now has a lot of fans and has a lot of popularity on the Internet. As soon as this news was sent out, it immediately caused a huge wave on the Internet.

All the mortals were already asleep, but the monks were still active on the Internet. The news about Bai Jingjing was instantly discovered by those active on the Internet and forwarded it, spreading it to the entire network at a rapid speed.

"Shocked~ The God of Xiaoyao is dead."

"Shocked, a thief assassinated the God of Xiaoyao."

"There are pictures and the truth, the God of Xiaoyao was struck to death by lightning. Appendix: A picture of Zhang Mingxuan in the dark."

"Photo: God Xiaoyao died at the hands of Buddhism. God Xiaoyao had insulted the Buddha several times in his previous works. Buddhism is bound to take revenge now. You should not be too high-profile in your life!"

"The God of Xiaoyao and Taoist sect have unevenly divided the accounts and were beaten to death by sticks."

...

The more speculations were said, the more unreliable they became. The next morning, the mortals opened their phones and were stunned by the news filled with the Internet. Is the God of Xiaoyao dead? Is the lightning killed? Is the sticks killed? Is the God of Xiaoyao dead? Is the God of Xiaoyao dead? Is the God of Buddhism a failure to pass the transformation of Xiaoyao? Is the God of Xiaoyao broken the laws of heaven and was beaten to the heavenly court?...

The people looked through for a while and suddenly realized something. No matter what the reason was, the God of Xiaoyao seemed to be dead, and their hearts were filled with worry. Can the mobile phone continue to maintain it?

In the early morning on Tianmen Mountain, Li Qingya's cell phone kept ringing, and Li Qingya had to explain one by one.

"Mom, Mingxuan is fine, he is really fine, he is in seclusion."

"Yuchen, don't worry! I definitely won't lie to you. He is really fine, he is just in seclusion."

"Your Majesty, Mingxuan is in seclusion, so he didn't answer your phone. He is really fine."

"Confucius……"

"Zhenyuan Daxian..."

"The Styx..."

...

Li Qingya explained patiently one by one, and Qi Lingyun and others also sent a message to clarify the rumors that the Lord Xiaoyao is fine and is now in seclusion and enlightenment. Do you want Lord Xiaoyao to come on the video? Sorry, God Xiaoyao to come on the video in seclusion and enlightenment and enlightenment cannot come on the video.

Countless mobile phone users in the prehistoric world were even more convinced that the Lord Xiaoyao was really dead, because it reached this point, and the Lord Xiaoyao had not yet appeared to refute the rumors. As for the Lord Xiaoyao, who believed it?

The more Qi Lingyun and others explained, the more guilty they seemed. When Zhang Mingxuan did not appear, the rumors had already been formed and all explanations were pale and powerless.

On the hanging island, Li Qingya sat in the chair, looked at Yaya angrily, and said, "Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"

Yaya stood timidly in front of Li Qingya, lit her index fingers with her left and right hands, lowered her head and did not dare to look at Li Qingya, and whispered: "Mom, I know I was wrong."

Li Qingya looked at Yaya's timid look and felt soft.

Yaya carefully looked at Li Qingya, put her hands behind her back, and a plate of fragrant cicada meat flashed out in her hand, and said in a low voice: "Mom, this is the golden cicada meat I left for you, it's very fragrant! Don't be angry, okay?"
Chapter completed!