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- "Hmph! Next time, if you deliberately go to Versailles like this next time, look at me, sister, I will definitely not spare you!"
Sage Nuwa snorted coquettishly, and spoke to Queen Mother Xi.
Queen Mother Xi could only nod her head and say "yes".
Facing her elder sister, Queen Mother Xi didn't dare to say anything more.
After all, Nuwa Saint is now considered to be the leader among so many female fairies in the entire Meishan.
The word Versailles was also learned by Saint Nuwa from Lin Xuan.
I still felt a little uncomfortable before.
But after a long time, I feel that saying this sentence is extremely refreshing.
The seniority of the two is much higher than other female fairies.
On weekdays, I always feel a little uncomfortable when I put on airs.
But now, the two put down their airs and played like mortal sisters, with a different style.
"Sister, in the past few days, I haven't paid attention to where the scripture learning team has gone"
The Queen Mother of the West saw that the Nuwa saint had let her go, and hurriedly spoke to the Nuwa saint.
Hearing this, Nuwa Saint also nodded.
At the moment, Nuwa Saint performed the water mirror technique, wanting to see the current situation of everyone in the scripture learning team.
Lin Xuan is not in the yard at the moment, but resting in the bedroom.
When the immortals in Meishan saw that Nuwa was going to perform the water mirror technique, they also hurriedly surrounded him.
The water mirror technique was deployed, revealing the picture.
However, I saw that the Buddhist scriptures team at the moment, a group of people seemed to have not slept for days and nights, with sleepy eyes and unshaven beards in Chenjiazhuang.
"Holy Monk, how long do we have to wait"
"If you ask me, you should ask Senior Baiyuan!"
"I don't even know! Where did this inspiration king go?"
"Don't panic, hold on We will always wait until this great inspiration arrives! Mother, this meal made me wait a long time! When I catch him, I have to stew him in a pot of fish soup!"
The people in the learning team were full of resentment during the conversation.
All the immortals in Meishan were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
They first saw the members of the scripture learning team, all of them were full of depression and looked listless, as if they hadn't slept well for several days and nights.
However, Monkey King and Zhu Bajie are full of glory, and even their bodies are thicker.
"If I'm not mistaken, they should be waiting for that king of inspiration, right?"
A deep voice came.
It was the demon ancestor Luohu who turned into a puppet.
Some time ago, the puppet body of Demon Ancestor Luohu seemed to be getting older and there were some problems.
It was repaired by Lin Xuan.
In the past few days, this has returned.
Demon Ancestor Luohu saw the scene in the water mirror technique and expressed his opinion.
King of Inspiration?
All the immortals in Meishan fell silent.
They also coincidentally looked at the pile of fish bones in the corner.
Uh uh uh¡¡
In this world now, I am afraid that there is no such thing as an inspiration king.
Yes, there are only this pile of fish bones left.
"I never thought that Xuanzang would be so persistent!"
Saint Nuwa was silent for a long time, then sighed, and said quietly.
Thinking of this, Nuwa saint's divine sense moved, and the saint's supernatural power was activated.
The divine mind spans the world and the three realms.
The fifteenth day.
late at night.
Xuanzang and the others were still lying in ambush in the grass.
Except for Xuanzang, the three of them, Sha Wujing, Xiaobailong, and Baiyuan, obviously couldn't bear it anymore.
All of them drooped their heads.
Xuanzang still persisted, but bloodshot eyes began to show in his eyes.
"Holy Monk, do you think there is a possibility This king of inspiration is no longer in Chenjiazhuang?"
Bai Yuan asked Xuanzang with some apprehension.
"No, it's impossible! It must be here, it must be here"
Xuanzang seemed to be dazed, and murmured.
"Xuanzang, the matter of Chenjiazhuang is over! Let's go!"
A gentle voice came to the ears of everyone in the scripture learning team.
This isNuwa Saint!
Everyone reacted immediately!
"Ah! Saint Nuwathe little man Bai Yuan, pay homage to Saint Nuwa!"
Bai Yuan was so excited that he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the void.
You know, when Bai Yuan was in the small courtyard in Meishan, Lin Xuan almost made soup for him.
It was also thanks to the action of Saint Nuwa that this was able to avoid this difficulty.
At the same time, the white turtle was also arranged by Nuwa in the Tongtian River. After thousands of years, the people from the Buddhist scriptures team came.
Over the past thousand years, the hardships involved can only be experienced by Bai Yuan himself.
If there were no Saint Nuwa, I am afraid that the current Baiyuan would have died a long time ago.
"Aunt Nuwa, what do you mean by that?"
With red eyes, Xuanzang asked the Nuwa sage in the void.
?Nuwa Saint's spiritual thought moved, and the stars all over the sky actually sprinkled starlight at this moment, and condensed in the void to become the Dharma image of Nuwa Saint.
The sage Nuwa looked at Xuanzang and said slowly:
"Xuanzang, the king of inspiration, dared to go to Meishan to steal the watermelon that your uncle Lin Xuan planted. Therefore, your uncle Lin Xuan had already slaughtered it!"
The sage Nuwa talked eloquently, telling the scripture learning team all about the fact that Guanyin deceived the King of Inspiration to come to Meishan, and that Lin Xuan had anticipated the theft of the watermelon in advance and thus caught the King of Inspiration.
After listening to it, everyone in the learning team was dumbfounded.
"As expected of Senior Lin Xuan! It turns out that he has already calculated everything and eliminated the king of inspiration in advance!"
Muddy tears flowed from Bai Yuan's old face.
The reason why he shed tears was not because the king of inspiration finally died, but because he finally didn't have to wait here with this paranoid Xuanzang!
It's not easy!
Thinking of this, Bai Yuan turned his head and looked at Xiao Bailong, Sha Wujing and others.
The three of them seemed to have a feeling in their hearts, and they hugged each other directly, crying bitterly.
Only Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie looked at each other, feeling a little sad.
Sure enough, the days when I eat meat and others watch it will not last long!
Xuanzang opened and closed his mouth a few times, but he didn't seem to accept the result.
After a while, Xuanzang sighed, shook his head, said with a wry smile:
"So it turns outit turns outso"
"It seems that the poor monk is being sentimental!"
Xuanzang touched his beard stubble, which he hadn't trimmed for several days, and it was as hard as steel needles at this moment.
Afterwards, Xuanzang suddenly raised his head, looked at the Nuwa saint, cupped his hands and said:
"Thank you, Aunt Nuwa! Xuanzang understands! This matter is Xuanzang's obsession!"
The Dharma image of the Nuwa saint smiled slightly, and then turned into a little bit of starlight and dissipated into the void.
Xuanzang stood up abruptly, turned around and walked away, striding forward.
"Holy Monk, what are you doing?"
Bai Yuan was a little scared, this monk who thought about it all the time, what kind of moth is he trying to make now!
"sleep!"
Xuanzang's lazy voice came
Thirty-three heavens.
Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun Daozu's face was ashen, and he looked at Yuan Shi, Lao Tzu, and Beast Ancestor Demon God who were sitting under him.
"Dead the three great monsters are dead the inspiration is also dead? Thishow is it possible"
Hongjun said this sentence almost through the gap between his teeth (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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