Journey to the West I am the Demon Lord of Hundred Eyes

Chapter 242 Meeting and killing each other, fate and origin
"Purdu Cihang?"

Wu Ming looked at the figure, a little surprised, seeing this cousin again after hundreds of years.

"Cousin, I really didn't expect to meet again in this situation. It's really embarrassing."

Purdue Cihang is still as gentle as jade, but there is a hint of evil in the corners of his eyes.

The two really reunited like old friends, and they chatted and laughed happily with each other.

"I never thought it was my cousin who grabbed the little bald head. I would have sent him to you if I knew about it, but I don't know what's so special about that little monk?"

Wu Ming laughed.

Pudu Cihang fell to the side and was immediately supported by a golden lotus, looking like a holy monk.

"Brother, that little monk is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon, and will cause a catastrophe. My cousin and I were plotted against by him hundreds of years ago, and he almost died before forcing him to reincarnate. Now, I want to kill him. in the bud."

Wu Ming nodded, but suddenly he slammed the killer hard, and two flying swords flew out of his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Pudu Cihang also had this intention, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black air towards Wu Ming.

The two avoided each other and were careful.

"How could brother be so ruthless, but you have a demonic obstacle in your heart and need my little brother to save you?"

Wu Ming laughed and said, "Isn't my cousin coming to see me out of murderous intent? Don't leave, and stay close to me."

He didn't know what the guy opposite him was, but he was definitely not his cousin.

Immediately hold it.

With a big hand flip, it seems like the sky is collapsing and the universe is turning around.

That Pudu Cihang was startled, how could this guy have such abilities?
With a cry, Pudu Cihang turned into a big black-backed centipede, swirling up black clouds and about to break through the sky.

"Want to leave? Sinister, I want to see what you are!"

Wu Ming caught up with him in two steps, and the dragon-binding rope was thrown out to tie him up.

Sure enough, the black-backed centipede couldn't get away, it just struggled a bit and spewed out billowing poisonous mist of evil wind.

"Brother, are you really going to do this to me?"

Wu Ming summoned a thunderbolt that split his skin to pieces.

"Don't talk too much, who are you? You were the one who dug out Prince Zhang's heart 500 years ago?"

Wu Ming once turned into a bee and hid among the flowers to monitor Qinghuai. At that time, he saw the great sage water ape beheading a piece of land. After his death, there was a black air, which was almost the same as that of the monks in Huasheng Temple today.

The black-backed centipede changed into the appearance of Pudu Cihang again, but it sneered and said.

"Brother, you don't need to guess. Today, I missed a trick and fell into your trap. It's just that it won't be so easy next time."

Wu Ming was about to put him in the yin and yang gas cylinders, but that fellow suddenly collapsed and scattered into a cloud of black energy.

There are words in the wind.

"Brother, you have been targeted by them for a long time, you can't escape, just accept your fate like"

Wu Ming's eyes froze, it was not his real body.

Who are 'they'?
Bo Xun?Or the Demon Palace?

So far, they are the only ones that threaten him the most in the Three Realms.

Taking back the dragon-binding rope and tied it around his waist, Wu Ming summoned another gust of rain to wash the mountain clean, and then returned to Chang'an City all the way to Huasheng Temple to press the cloud head.

But the monk Kongji and Zen master Faming greeted him.

"Why does Zhenjun come to my place when you have time?"

Fakong is still in his hands, if that group of people come again, it will be a waste of success.

Wu Ming nodded, and said: "The two young monks are with me for the time being. The real culprit has a mysterious origin, and I have never caught him."

The two monks are both intelligent and transparent people, and they immediately understood that the 'Fa Hai' just now might have changed from the true king.

The two immediately clapped their hands together in thanks.

"Thank you, Zhenjun, for your righteousness, otherwise you will teach that monster to succeed."

Then go to the inn with the two monks.

"Hey, Daoist, two mages, are you eating or not?"

The waiter came up to him and asked.

"Don't bother Xiao Er, we can do what we want."

"Hey, okay, three masters, please."

The three came to the room and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Yuan Tiangang welcomed several people in. Two young monks were sitting cross-legged in the room, and they were overjoyed to see Fa Ming.

"Master."

Monk Faming saw that the two disciples were intact, and immediately bowed to Wu Ming again.

"The target of the person behind the scenes should be this little monk. If the two eminent monks trust me, they can keep him by my side for the time being."

Wu Ming was very curious about Fa Hai's identity, and also thought of using him as a bait. The sudden appearance of his cousin and the "they" he said gave him a vague sense of ominousness.

His cousin once left him a message in the abyss of the East China Sea saying that his real body was taken over by a strange demon and reincarnated as a true spirit, but Pudu Cihang who met today said that Hai was the reincarnation of a demon, which made him have some associations.

"This"

The two eminent monks looked at each other, and the empty monk said, "Junior Brother Fa Ming, Fa Hai is your disciple, so it's up to you to decide."

Zen Master Faming knew that his disciple should have a special background, but he never thought that he was already being targeted.

After a while, he looked at Fa Hai and asked, "Disciple, are you willing to stay with this true king for a while."

Fa Hai looked at Wu Ming, bowed his head and said, "Let the master decide."

Monk Fa Ming nodded, then saluted Wu Ming and said, "Thank you, Zhen Monarch."

The empty monk took out a land deed from his sleeve and said: "This is a gift from the poor monk to thank the real king, and I hope to accept it."

Wu Ming returned the salute, and then the two monks took Fakong back to Huasheng Temple together.

Only little monk Fahai was left sitting cross-legged, reciting scriptures with his head lowered, as if he was indifferent.

In fact, the little monk Fahai seemed to be a little close to Wu Ming in his heart, and even the evil dragon on his back that often caused him pain seemed to be much quieter, he was a little puzzled, obviously it was the first time It's right to meet.

Suddenly, a hand touched his bald head.

The little monk was about to break free, but he listened to Wu Ming.

"Don't move, I'm afraid that demon will leave some curse on you, I will check it for you."

The little monk sat down obediently.

Wu Ming inspected it, but found no mark left behind, but his hand did not leave.

He didn't find anything else, but he noticed the dragon soul on the little monk's back.

Dawei Tianlong version of Fahai?

He wasn't sure.

Fa Hai felt that the top of his head was about to shine, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Master Daoist, are you alright?"

"Ah, that's fine, nothing."

It feels good in the hand, and I forgot to take it back for a while.

"Tiangang, tidy up and settle the bill, let's go back first."

"Yes, Master."

After checking out the room, Wu Ming led the two of them to Fuyun Temple in a short while.

Yuan Shoucheng couldn't help being surprised when he saw that the teacher had kidnapped a young monk.

"The teacher's new apprentice?"

Wu Ming took the little monk with him and observed it for a few days.

It was found that his understanding of Buddhism was not weaker than that of the little monk Fakong who was reincarnated by the golden cicada, who was a disciple of the Buddha.

I was secretly surprised, and even more concerned.

However, Purdue Cihang has never reappeared since then.

Fuyunguan obtained the title deed, but officers and soldiers came to question him halfway, but they just checked it briefly and nothing happened.

The disciples of Guanzhong also practiced diligently for a period of time under the guidance of Yuan Shoucheng.

Wu Ming sat on the futon and flipped through the wordless Buddhist scriptures. Hearing the sound of Sanskrit scriptures coming from the Zen beside him, he felt a little familiar.

Cousin, is that really you?
(End of this chapter)