The legend of super sage Wukong

Chapter 37
"That's cramp, you idiot!" Sun Wukong laughed. "Hey, Brother Monkey, where are we going and what are we going to do now?" Zhu Bajie looked at Monkey King inquiringly.

"Let's go to the Tongtian River now!" Sun Wukong said with a glance at the Yinshan Mountain in the distance.

"Tongtianhe? What are we going there for?" Zhu Bajie asked puzzled. "Bajie, where do you have so many problems, just go with me, go!" After finishing speaking, he directly pulled Zhu Bajie and turned into a golden light, directly piercing through the underworld and heading towards the human world.

A ray of golden light lasted for thousands of miles, and the golden light dissipated, but Monkey King and Zhu Bajie stopped on a big river, but they saw the river: the moon was soaked in light, and the vast shadows floated in the sky.

Lingpai swallows Huayue, and flows through hundreds of rivers.There are thousands of layers of turbulent waves rolling, and thousands of steep waves.There is no fishing fire at the port, and there are herons sleeping in the sand.

Dazed like the sea, looking even more boundless.But there is a stone tablet on the shore. There are three large characters in seal script on the tablet, and there are ten small characters in the lower two lines.The three big characters are "Tongtianhe", and the ten small characters are "Across eight hundred miles, few people have traveled since ancient times".

Zhu Bajie glanced at the stele and said, "Brother Monkey, why did we come to Tongtianhe again? Do you still want to see the old and young Chen family? Hundreds of years have passed, and the family has not known how many times they have been reincarnated." .

You only think of him now, really. "Huh, Bajie, what are you talking about, my old grandson must have a purpose when you come here, don't talk nonsense, be careful and beat me up." "Monkey King glared at Zhu Bajie and said.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. You will beat my old pig at every turn. You are stronger than my old pig!" Zhu Bajie muttered in a low voice.Monkey King no longer pays attention to Zhu Bajie's words, and looks around Tongtianhe with sharp eyes.

I saw a cluster of houses, about four or five hundred, but they all lived well.But see - the main road is leaning against the mountain, and facing the river by the bank.

Firewood gates are hidden everywhere, and bamboo courtyards are closed at every house.Shatou heron's dream is clear, and the cuckoo's mouthpiece is cold outside the willow.

The piccolo is silent, and the cold anvil does not rhyme.The red Polygonum branches shake the moon, and the yellow reed leaves fight the wind.Street village dogs bark and thin fences, old fishermen sleep on fishing boats at ferry crossings.The lights are sparse, the crowds are quiet, and the moon in the mid-air is like a hanging mirror.Suddenly I heard a burst of white fragrance, but it was sent across the bank by the west wind.

However, it was still the same as that of hundreds of years, but looking at it, Monkey King frowned involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)