"A love between a human and a demon will never end well. This is what happened between Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen. Therefore, I will never fall in love with a human being."
In Qingqiu, Tushan Ruomu is waving his fox tail and smiling sweetly. He doesn't care how tragic the ending of the Legend of White Snake is, because the love between a human and a monster usually has a tragic ending.
If you insist on a good ending, it will only make everything seem unreal.
"Are you leaving Qingqiu again?" Mrs. Yalong asked Tushan Nujiao who was about to leave Qingqiu.
"I am a restless person." Tushan Nujiao left without looking back.
Mrs. Yalong shook her head and looked into the distance. Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao were watching not far away, not knowing how to comfort her.
After Tang Sanzang and others watched what happened in the Shaolin Temple, Sun Wukong laughed and said: "A small temple needs so many people to besiege it. If I were there, I could beat it to pieces with one stick."
"Amitabha, Wukong, monks should guard against arrogance and impetuosity." Tang Sanzang sighed.
"I, Lao Zhu, think these monks have gone too far. There are many scandals they have done on the forum. A Shaolin Temple really gives them an advantage." Zhu Bajie nodded.
"That's good, that's good. Shaolin Temple is an ancient temple that has been passed down for thousands of years. There must be some misunderstanding." Tang Sanzang somewhat didn't believe what happened.
"After talking so much, I'm already hungry. There happens to be a house in front of me. Why don't we go make some vegetarian food?" Zhu Bajie said with a smile.
"You just know how to eat." Sun Wukong laughed and scolded.
Tang Sanzang shook his head, feeling depressed. What kind of people were the disciples chosen by Guanyin?
In the inn, Mo Ranchen finally changed from being suspended to being trapped. In the blink of an eye, he saw a burst of glowing beads, "What is this? It looks familiar, right?"
"The magic weapon of faith is a spiritual bead made from the power of the sword and the legendary swordsman." Zhang Xiaofan explained while playing with the bead in his hand.
"Lingzhu?" Mo Ranchen was surprised for a second, "What's the use?"
"Play like marbles." Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment.
"That's it! So it's useless?" Mo Ranchen sighed, feeling a little regretful.
Zhang Xiaofan glanced at him and said, "Just be satisfied. It's just a magic weapon that condenses the power of will. It's good to be able to condense a few elements. It's a pity that it would be great if I could get the Five Spiritual Beads from Empress Nuwa. Her Five Spiritual Beads are
It is achieved by reaching the ultimate level of the Five Elements Avenue. If you can get it..."
"Okay, what if we can get it? We don't lack that kind of thing." Mo Ranchen said nonchalantly.
"Yes." Zhang Xiaofan nodded, "Speaking of which, you said that the Shaolin Temple was destroyed, will they seek revenge on you?"
"No." Long Mo stood up, and Mo Ranchen looked at Long, "Why do you come out during the battle? Why do you come out at this time? How do you feel about your presence?"
"I want to mediate, do you think it's easy?" Long Mo snorted coldly.
"I think it's easy." Mo Ranchen replied.
"You don't need to speak." Long Mo stopped Zhang Xiaofan who was about to say something. "When I was created, I was full of your strategies. Although you are not very smart, at least, my brain is better than yours."
"Since it's my strategy, why do you think I'm not as smart as you?" Mo Ranchen became angry. Doesn't this clearly mean that he is stupid?
"Because you have too many distracting thoughts in your mind, and you are not as innocent as some of us." Long Mo explained.
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Mo Ranchen looked away.
"You look quite handsome, but you seem to be imitating others. Are you cosplaying Ying Zheng?" Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Long Mo.
"Pretty much, I'm dressed as an emperor, but that's my real body." Long Mo nodded.
"Then you don't mean that?" Zhang Xiaofan asked suspiciously.
"It's just fun. We are one. Who doesn't know who we are?" Long Mo shook his head.
"That's right." Zhang Xiaofan pondered for a moment, "You just said that Shaolin Temple will not seek revenge. Why are you so sure?"
"Didn't you let most of the monks in the Shaolin Temple go? We haven't reached the point of death, and they will just continue to make a few short movies to slander us. As for taking action, there is no need." Long Mo explained.
"That's true." Zhang Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief. Every time there was a fight, he was the one who charged into the battle. It would be good if he could not fight.
The sky was getting brighter, and even though Mo Ranchen could bring the red thread into his body, his power was blocked, so he had to leave it outside. Fortunately, his hands and feet could move freely, and even if he put on a coat outside, no one would see his embarrassment.
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"Brother Mo, I feel like yesterday was different." After a night of meditation and practice, Bai Muchiu and Mo Ranchen's expression and temperament looked dazzling compared to yesterday.
If yesterday Mo Ranchen was the kind of hermit who seemed to be introverted and unconcerned with worldly affairs, then today he is an immortal with a perfect temperament and has entered the secular world.
Mo Ranchen didn't know what state he was in now, and he didn't understand the real function of the red threads. He just didn't like the way he was trapped in a bunch of red threads.
However, if even he can't break through this red line, it can be regarded as a kind of inner armor, which should be able to defend against many attacks.
I heard that two immortals were coming to Gao Laozhuang. Old Mrs. Gao had heard about it a long time ago and immediately asked someone to invite them. If they could be favored by the immortals, it would be a blessing earned in several lifetimes.
Mo Ranchen just saw in a daze that Taigong Gao came in person, saying that he was going to host a banquet to entertain them. Mo Ranchen knew what he was thinking. He had been the father-in-law of Marshal Tianpeng for a while. According to his seniority, Zhu Bajie was from Xuandu.
Disciple, he is also the disciple of Taishang Laojun, so Zhu Bajie is Mo Ranchen’s nephew. Speaking of which, Mo Ranchen and Grand Duke Gao are the same generation.
"Why do you want to deal with this mortal? He obviously wants to ask for benefits from us." Bai Muchiu asked doubtfully.
Regarding this situation, many monks will encounter it. Immortal fate is too beautiful for mortals, otherwise there would not be so many human monks.
"What's the harm in going and taking a look? There's nothing to lose anyway." Mo Ranchen smiled and said nothing.
Gao Taigong's family is the largest in the whole Gao Laozhuang. After all, he is the only one in this village who dares to call him "Tai Gong", which shows how high his status is.
When people in Zhuangzi see him, they all respectfully call him Taigong.
Mr. Gao was so mature that he even prepared a sedan chair for the two of them.
After getting on the sedan chair, the old man carrying the sedan chair followed the orders of Mrs. Gao and went straight on the road.
Seeing this, the pedestrians on the roadside subconsciously opened a path to let them pass, and looked at the three people on the sedan, Gao Taigong, Mo Ranchen and Bai Muchiu, with awe.