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    Xiao Fengnu wanted to ask more about her father. Jin Peng waved his hand, and several little demons rushed Xiaofengnu out, chirping, "Little princess, let's play football."

    Xiao Feng Nu followed her out. A child's temper comes and goes quickly. What's more, three years have passed since this happened. She no longer cuddles up in the sycamore tree and sheds tears. After playing several rounds of "Little Feng Nu"  Instead, I thought about the lost red umbrella.  She was afraid that Jin Peng would ask, so she said to the little monsters, "I'm going out for a trip, but you are not allowed to tell Uncle Jin."

    The little monsters nodded obediently, and when the big crow flew away in the air, they saw a Taoist in front of them. They looked at the Taoist, and the Taoist was looking at the little Fengnu. After a long time, he said, "She's already so big."

    The little monsters didn¡¯t recognize the Taoist, so one of them boldly asked, ¡°Who are you?¡±

    The Taoist looked back and said with a smile, "I am your king's friend."

    Hearing this, he cleverly ran to the kitchen to find Jin Peng, saying that there was a Taoist priest with thin skin and tender meat coming outside the door, and he was a friend of the king.  Jin Peng wondered if he had any friends. The Taoist had already followed him. When he saw Jin Peng, he smiled and said, "Friend Taoist, long time no see."

    He looked around. Jin Peng had a few pieces of freshly cut pork on his hand. The knife was placed on the pig demon's neck. When he saw the Taoist Jin Peng, he said enthusiastically, "It's you, come on. I'll show you my hand today, Wu Xiang."  Pig's trotters, my niece ate them."

    Zhu Bajie on the shelf screamed even more miserably.

    The white-bone spirit in the haystack outside the kitchen looked at the sky and said silently, Second Senior Brother, don¡¯t be afraid. Junior Sister will teach you how to make a pig body skeleton after you have lost your body. I guarantee you will be slimmer than before.

    On the other side of Fengxian County, the little white dragon who had returned to secular life was changing clothes in the house, one after another. He just changed it and asked Sun Wukong to make some comments. At first, Sun Wukong would say a few words, but then he just changed his clothes.  Face, if you ask me again, I will beat you to death with a stick.

    Tang Sanzang was reciting sutras from beginning to end. Xiao Bailong, the traitor, did not dare to disturb Tang Sanzang. He turned his expectant eyes to Sha Wujing, "Junior brother, which one looks better?"

    Sha Wujing moved his lips, "This body."

    "Really? But I think this outfit is too fancy. Wouldn't it be a good idea to meet her for the first time? I don't know which outfit she likes?" Xiao Bailong gestured in front of the mirror, put on another outfit, and then  Ask, "Where is this body?"

    Sha Wujing nodded, "It looks good."

    "No, I think it's too plain, and it doesn't reflect the gorgeousness of Dragon Palace. Do you want to change a belt, but the belt I brought doesn't seem to match. Hey, junior brother, what do you think of this outfit?"

    Sha Wujing simply closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures.

    Xiao Bailong was unhappy, "Junior brother, what should I ask you?"

    He kept chattering there for half the night. Sun Wukong¡¯s ears were numb, his eyes were wandering around, and he had no peace of mind. Tang Sanzang spoke up, "Wuneng and his junior sister don¡¯t know when they will return?"

    Sun Wukong knew in his heart that Tang Sanzang wanted to find those two people by himself, so he asked Tang Sanzang, "Just go after you find them?"

    Tang Sanzang understood what Sun Wukong was talking about, paused and said, "See the female donor again."

    Sun Wukong was happy, "I, the old grandson, can't even defeat the Golden Crow, what can you do against her, monk?"

    Tang Sanzang said, "If you can persuade, persuade. If you can't persuade, wait until the poor monk returns from studying the scriptures before making plans."

    Sun Wukong didn¡¯t understand the relationship between the two, ¡°Come back after learning the scriptures?¡±

    Tang Sanzang said seriously, "After cultivating to the right level, you can compete with the Golden Crow."

    The implication is that I can¡¯t beat you now. When I regain my true form and become Jin Chanzi, I will beat you to death.

    Sun Wukong said, "Then you can ask her now?"

    Tang Sanzang moved slightly, and he saw a little girl beside him, staring at Tang Sanzang. She was looking at Tang Sanzang, and Tang Sanzang was also looking at her.

    "Almsgiver." Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together with an indifferent expression.

    When Xiao Bailong heard Tang Sanzang speak, he subconsciously turned his head, and the room suddenly became quiet.

    "Give it back to me." Xiao Fengnu's voice still smelled like milk, and her outstretched hand was white and clean, showing that she was also a pampered master.

    Sun Wukong grabbed the red umbrella next to Tang Sanzang. Seeing Xiao Fengnu looking at him, he started to tease him, "What can I give you?"

    Xiao Fengnu understood that Sun Wukong was a master who was not easy to mess with, but she was also afraid that Jin Peng would know that she was fighting outside, so she said obediently, "If you want the treasure, I will give you something else, okay? Can you give me back the umbrella? This is what daddy gave me.  .¡±

    Tang Sanzang felt compassion and wanted to ask Sun Wukong to return the umbrella. Sun Wukong had the idea of ??showing off in front of Tang Sanzang and deliberately said, "?.

    With Qin Feng joining in, the journey to the west became more gentle. Zhu Bajie didn't know whether it was because of the disaster in the kitchen or because Qin Feng, an elder, was there. He didn't quarrel with Sun Wukong along the way and concentrated on taking care of the rotten bones and the lovelorn little boy.  White dragon.  So only Sun Wukong was left talking non-stop, asking Qin Feng's friend thoroughly.

    Yuanzi of Dixian Town went to the wilderness thousands of years ago and rarely came back. The Wuzhuang Temple left behind was left to Qin Feng to take care of.  However, Qin Feng only had a name. In fact, there were only two Taoist boys left to look after Wuzhuang Temple. Occasionally, Qin Feng would remember it and would go to Wuzhuang Temple.

    ¡°His ginseng fruit tastes good.¡±

    Qin Feng commented like this.

    Sun Wukong has eaten a lot of good things in Biyou Palace, but he is not very interested in ginseng fruit. Zhu Bajie is well-informed and knows that ginseng fruit is a good thing. The faster Wuzhuang Guanshi becomes, the more attentive he becomes, hoping that Qin Feng can share one with him.

    Qin Feng was indeed divided. He asked two Taoist boys to pick some ginseng fruits and mix them with other spiritual fruits in the garden. They made a large fruit salad plus fragrant tea and sent it to Tang Sanzang to prevent Tang Sanzang from seeing the ginseng fruits.  In fact, I don¡¯t want to eat it.

    However, the monkeys will not cause trouble in Wuzhuang Temple now. Qin Feng called Sun Wukong out alone and told Sun Wukong, "In the future, Tang Sanzang will survive the tribulation. You must not interfere."

    Sun Wukong panicked, jumped up and asked Qin Feng, "It's not that Master wants me to protect him, why aren't you allowed to intervene now?"

    Qin Feng, "This is a private matter of the Western religion, and it is also Tang Sanzang's disaster. No one else can help him, he can only rely on himself."

    Sun Wukong stopped talking and went back to the house to sleep alone. When he lay down, he thought to himself that he had asked me to leave Penglai to protect Tang Sanzang, so I did so.  I am not allowed to take action now. What do you think of me?

    He thought about it over and over for a long time, recalling Tang Sanzang's usual lukewarm attitude. Sun Wukong got angry again, secretly cursing the monk that a disaster was imminent, and he still acted like a normal person.

    Sun Wukong could not swallow this breath in his heart. During the day, he saw Qin Feng and Tang Sanzang chatting happily. Sun Wukong became more and more angry. On the day he left Wuzhuang Temple, Sun Wukong could no longer hold it in and said to Tang Sanzang, "Stop learning from the scriptures."  My master wants to harm you."

    Tang Sanzang looked indifferent and said, "The Taoist priest has already talked to the poor monk."

    Sun Wukong opened his mouth and asked, "Then you are still going?"

    Tang Sanzang said, "If you have difficulties, you should retreat. Then the poor monk should give up when he leaves Chang'an and return to the world to become an ordinary farmer. What supports the poor monk along the way is the desire in the poor monk's heart to retrieve the true scriptures and save all sentient beings."  . If he died on the way to seek scriptures, the poor monk would have regrets, but he would have no regrets."

    "Why?"

    Tang Sanzang rarely showed a smile, "Monkey, your heart is too confused."

    Sun Wukong subconsciously remembered what Qin Feng had asked him, whether he wanted to stay in Penglai and become a free and easy immortal, return to Huaguo Mountain to become the king of the mountain, or go to heaven to be an official.  At that time, Sun Wukong had just studied Dharma for a short time and felt that being an official was the most majestic. Later, he became the Monkey King and became majestic, but he was always unhappy in his heart.  After making a big fuss in the sky, he was taken back to Biyou Palace by Qin Feng and devoted himself to cultivating Taoism for five hundred years. In five hundred years, he learned a skill and became extremely skilled. He was even more powerful than before, but he didn't know who he was going to become.  .

    Master said that there is no need to imitate others, just be yourself.  Since he can't find the way now, there is no harm in protecting the monk's way for the time being.

    Sun Wukong turned his face aside and led his ancestor forward, "Who is like you and only knows how to chant sutras all day long? Listen carefully, I, Sun Wukong, have been ordered by my master to accompany you to the West to obtain sutras. Otherwise, I will not care about your life or death.  "

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    When he learned that his sister was getting married, Yang Jian said to Fairy Yunhua, "There are many rules in heaven, so let my sister go back to Taoshan to live."

    Fairy Yunhua readily agreed.

    The Third Holy Mother resigned from the Heavenly Court and gave birth to a son half a year later, named Chenxiang. Eighteen years later, Chenxiang joined the Heavenly Court and took over the position of Huayue Sanniang - the Third Holy Mother.

    So, the lotus lantern was finished.

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    Since Jinjiang has not announced the list of winners of the Lantern Festival Poetry Competition, here we will award the Non-Chief Award to all the little angels who participated in the poetry competition.

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