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Journey to the West, Mortal Realm, Pingdingshan, Lianhua Cave is a hundred miles away.

Xuanzang, Wukong, Little White Dragon, Black Bear, and Mrs. Bone are resting.

"Eldest brother, Senior Brother Bajie has been away for so long, why hasn't he come back yet?"

As the black bear asked, he licked the happy water after drinking, with endless aftertaste.

Although this thing is not as sweet as honey, it is moist.But it is very easy to get on the head, and I feel uncomfortable without drinking for a day.

Sun Wukong lay on the rock with the dog's tail grass in his mouth, with his legs crossed, and said indifferently:
"Hei Xiong, this idiot Bajie may be slacking off somewhere to sleep, and he will be back soon. Don't worry, and this guy used to be the marshal of the canopy, so don't worry."

"What the elder brother said is that the strength of the senior brother Bajie is still very powerful." Xiao Bailong said.

"I see that there is a lot of monsters around here, and there may be a big monster dormant." Mrs. Bone said, her eyes were like torches.

"Sixth, don't worry. Even if you can't fight, Bajie can escape. This guy's ability to escape is better than my grandson." Sun Wukong said.

Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Xuanzang again, and asked, "Master, do you think so?"

Xuanzang, who was practicing meditation, opened his eyes slightly, with a calm expression, and replied:
"Wukong is right, Bajie's cultivation can handle it."

"Look, the master agrees." Sun Wukong smiled triumphantly.

"Master, I admire you for practicing so diligently even at this level." Hei Xiong said in admiration.

In fact, the speed of practice in the Da Luo Jinxian realm is very difficult, and the practice of this realm usually starts ten thousand years ago.

In the past ten years of studying Buddhist scriptures, whether he cultivates or not has no effect on Xuanzang.

However, Xuanzang is different from ordinary people. Other people's practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

His cultivation speed is like flying down three thousand feet, and he can't stop at all.

Nowadays, even if one is sitting and meditating, the growth rate of mana is extremely fast for the comprehension of the law, the comprehension of the Dao.

Sometimes, Xuanzang felt that he had gone mad.

This practice speed is obviously abnormal, just like the fake one.

"Disciple, a drop of water wears away a stone. One's cultivation is accumulated drop by drop, and that's why he has the strength he has today as a teacher." Xuanzang said.

Monkey King, Little White Dragon, and Black Bear are greatly encouraged.

Only Mrs. Bone didn't care. If she could break through to Daluo Jinxian with hard work, she would have recovered her peak strength long ago, left this world and went to Chaos, looking for a higher avenue.

The reality is cruel, and the realm of Da Luo is a hurdle that all living beings cannot overcome, and they cannot enter at all.

Of course, the Da Luo Jinxian in the eyes of Mrs. Bones is not the kind of assembly line accumulated by the power of elixir and faith.

As Xuanzang is the scripture learning group and the protagonist of this calamity, Mrs. Bone felt at first that there must be a saint behind her back, and the strength of her Daluo Jinxian is also the means of a saint.

But the longer he stays with Xuanzang, the more he finds that Xuanzang's Daluo aura is extremely strong. It is a pure and unpolluted perfect Daluo's breath, that is, the orthodox Daluo Golden Immortal.

Immortal, Immortal, Immortal, Almighty!
It's just that under the suppression of the heaven and earth in this world, Da Luo's mighty power has also been restrained a lot.

Mrs. Bone couldn't understand why Xuanzang could reach this state in his 20s, because a saint couldn't create such a pure Da Luo.

The only possibility is that there is a big problem with Xuanzang's heel.

Everyone knows that Xuanzang is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, and Jin Chanzi is the second disciple of Buddha, and his predecessor is the six-winged Jin Chan, a beast of chaos.

But in the eyes of Mrs. Bone, even the peak of the Six-winged Golden Cicada is not as good as Xuanzang's current state of strength?
Therefore, Mrs. Bone always thought that Xuanzang might be the reincarnation of a certain power in the chaos.

As for the real Jin Chanzi, perhaps he is long gone.

These are all Madam Bone's own conjectures, and she has never told anyone.

Of course, only she dared to think so!
The next day, Bajie did not return all night.

"Master, my old grandson takes back what he said yesterday, and most likely something happened." Sun Wukong smiled awkwardly.

"Bajie didn't return all night, so he won't be eaten by monsters." Hei Xiong said, swallowing subconsciously.

"It's possible that Senior Brother Bajie is a pig demon. Among the demon clan, pig demon is a very popular dish. In addition, Senior Brother Bajie has eaten several ginseng fruits, so the taste must be very crispy and delicious." Xiao Bai Long said.

"Are you serious?" Mrs. Bone looked at her senior brothers with sand sculptures on their faces. This is what people said.

"Ahem, don't worry about this, Senior Sixth Sister." Monkey King said.

"Call me Mrs. Bone." Mrs. Bone's face was cold and angry.

Everyone may have forgotten that this old sixth junior sister was once the lord of the Bone Demon Kingdom, her cultivation reached the peak of the Golden Immortal, and her comprehensive strength is enough to compete with the general Da Luo Jinxian.

Monkey King didn't say hello, scratched his head, and looked at the master.

"Is this the calamity of Bajie? Let's continue on our way." Xuanzang said.

"Master, why don't you save Bajie?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Don't worry, since the other party dares to make a move, they will definitely come to you." Xuanzang said.

"Master, what you said makes sense." Monkey King nodded seriously.

The master and apprentice rested while walking, and only traveled two or three miles in the afternoon, at an extremely slow speed.

But the fairy, Buddha, land and mountain god who was spying in the dark were speechless. This horse riding is to learn from the scriptures!

Are you sure it's not travel?

The tortoises climbed faster than the sutra-learning gang, so they made complaints about it, but no one dared to speak out.

After all, without Da Luo's strength, who would dare to stand in front of Xuan Zang?

"Oh, help!"

At this time, a painful howl sounded in the empty mountains.

I don't know when, beside the rock wall of the small hill, a gray and crooked old man was holding his old leg, his face full of pain.

The old man was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, and he seemed to be a member of the Taoist school.

"Master, someone is calling for help." Xiao Bailong said immediately.

The golden light in Sun Wukong's eyes flashed, and he could tell at a glance that the Taoist priest was not a human being.

But it's strange to say that although he is not a human, he is not a monster either, but why is the monster aura on his body so heavy?

"Holy Monk, help me. Pindao was bitten by a wolf and can't walk. There is no one in this barren mountain. At night, Pindao will definitely be bitten to death by a wolf."

The old Taoist showed pleading looks, hoping to get Xuanzang's sympathy.

The monks didn’t say that saving one’s life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

As Xuanzang approached, he just glanced at the Taoist priest. His camouflaged spells were clear at a glance. The first-born Yinjiao, who looked like an eight or nine-year-old Daoist boy, seemed to be King Yinjiao.

"Before he became a Buddha, the Buddha once cut his meat and fed it to an eagle, which proves the Buddha's fearless dedication.

Old Taoist, in fact, being bitten to death by a wolf is not a bad thing, just treat it as a dedication, maybe you can go to see Sanqing after death.

Die, it's not that scary, it's just a matter of kicking your legs. "Xuanzang comforted him.

"Disciples, keep going!"

"?" Silver Horn.

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