The Monkey King

A dense sound of breaking through the air roared.

Tianpeng pulled Xuanzang to his side.

In an instant, large swaths of arrows were falling like raindrops, smoke and dust were raised on the ground, and the arrows were stuck upside down and shaking slightly.

Dozens of unsuspecting monks fell down in response, and their blood slowly fainted along the gravel under their feet.

Xuanzang opened his eyes wide in shock.

There is a canopy beside him, and no matter how many ordinary bows and arrows there are, they can't get close to him. But what about others?

The entire quarry was already filled with mourners.

The other monks huddled in the crevices of the rocks and behind the houses. Some were so frightened that they cried bitterly, while others covered their mouths tightly for fear that if they made any noise, someone would know where they were hiding and be taken to another place. A wave of arrows.

"put!"

Before Xuanzang could recover, there were sounds of breaking through the air again from outside the fence. Another hail of arrows rained down.

In a pool of blood, a monk who had been hit by several arrows but was still alive was crying and wanted to crawl towards Xuanzang. But before he could crawl out a foot away, there was a "pop" sound, and an arrow had already pierced through his temple. Immediately afterwards, three more arrows fell on his back one after another, and dozens of arrows fell on his side.

The monk opened his mouth wide, and all words were tightly locked in his throat. He tilted his neck, maintaining his stunned expression and making no sound. Only a pair of empty eyes seemed to be looking in Xuanzang's direction.

At this moment, Xuanzang's hands trembled slightly.

There was still no trace of panic in that face. But the big beads of sweat on his forehead really slipped down.

He held his hand tightly and stood beside Canopy blankly, as if forcing himself to calm down.

All the monks around him were looking at him.

A ladder was set up outside the fence, and a soldier climbed up and looked inside. He turned around and gestured to something behind him.

"put!"

There was another scream, and a hail of arrows shot through the air from behind the fence and flew towards the low house.

In just a moment, screams came from inside the house, and the originally simple earthen wall was riddled with holes from arrows.

With a harsh sound, the door slowly opened. A monk who had been hit by several arrows walked out tremblingly from there. After taking only a few steps, he fell to the ground.

The hands were trembling slightly. Reluctantly, he reached for Xuanzang.

behind him. The house was already filled with corpses.

Xuanzang's eyes widened and were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Before Xuanzang could react, Tianpeng took action.

He pointed his finger in the air, and the soldier who was lying on the ladder watching from a distance immediately vomited blood and fell down.

"What are you doing? He is a mortal!" Xuanzang grabbed Tianpeng's hand.

Slowly turning back, Tianpeng whispered: "He is observing where the people are hiding here and directing the direction of the arrows. If he does not die, more monks will die."

Xuanzang's hand trembled slightly and let go.

…

On the hillside, the multi-eyed monster stood as motionless as a nail.

"Report to the Imperial Master! They are taking action!"

"How to do something?"

"Kill our brother in charge of observation from the air!"

"Killing a person in the air?" The multi-eyed monster's brows trembled slightly and said: "You really can't bear it. Promote enlightenment? Humph, that's nonsense! Let's see how you prove it. Keep shooting! Send more Send multiple people to observe and let them kill!"

"promise!"

…

Dozens of ladders were set up outside the fence at the same time, and heads poked out one by one.

Tianpeng looked at everything with some disbelief, and the look of horror on Xuanzang's face could no longer be concealed.

"What should I do?" The roller blind hurriedly came to the side of the canopy.

"It's not the right way. It's absolutely certain that it's not the right way."

"How to say?"

…

on the hill. The multi-eyed monster slowly rubbed its fingers, its eyes kept wandering, and murmured to itself: "With the addition of Marshal Tianpeng, a general who has experienced hundreds of battles... it is indeed much more difficult."

…

Glancing at the rolling curtain, Tianpeng whispered: "This is a forceful attack... I don't believe that mortals would attack the gods in their minds without fear... even monsters. The most important thing is, in fact, we have nothing It hasn’t been done yet, and it’s not worth it for them to do it. So. It’s certain that someone is hiding behind them and directing them to achieve something.”

"Then what should we do? Their target must be Master Xuanzang!"

Xiao Bailong took out the jade slip used to contact the monkey, and Tianpeng quickly grabbed his wrist.

"You haven't informed the Great Sage yet?"

"No notice." Tianpeng slowly shook his head and said: "That monkey is doing the most important thing to him. If you interrupt him in the middle, he will have to go back. The most important thing is that the real enemy has not Show up, even if you call him, it’s useless.”

Xuanzang looked at the canopy in astonishment.

Yes, although they are on the same journey, they are not the same people after all.

There are countless blood debts on the monkeys, so why didn't Tianpeng walk all the way on the bones? Not only them, but also Little White Dragon, Black Bear Spirit, and Roller Blind, all of them have never been through killings and are already used to this kind of scene.

But what about Xuanzang?

Among the group of people, Xuanzang was the only one who truly had no blood on his hands.

Lowering his head, Xuanzang saw the monks tugging at the corners of his clothes tightly, looking longingly at him.

They are afraid.

They were afraid that as soon as Xuanzang left here, Tianpeng would leave too. By then, the shield would be gone and they would die.

…

At this time, in the underworld, the monkey was sitting on a mountain of catalogs, flipping through them.

Ksitigarbha on the side said softly: "Great Sage, it will take a long time to check it by yourself. This is just a catalog. How about asking the poor monk to ask someone to check it for you?"

"Hmph." The monkey rolled his eyes at Ksitigarbha and said leisurely: "You want to know what I want to check, right? I understand."

"What? What the Great Sage wants to investigate cannot be known to the poor monk?"

"Guess." The monkey glanced at Ksitigarbha with a smile. Lowering his eyebrows, he happened to see a page where the records of human births in the Huashan area are stored, but he just kept it secretly in his heart, turned it over quietly, and said leisurely: "I found out. You managed this palace of life and death well. Last time. Come on, I didn’t see there was such a thing as a catalog, and suddenly it’s much easier to check.”

"Great Sage, thank you." Ksitigarbha laughed softly: "This is actually all your credit, Great Sage. If you hadn't destroyed the entire Palace of Life and Death and burned the Book of Life and Death to eliminate your anger, how would you have reorganized it?" What do you mean? Besides, since the poor monk has taken over the underworld, he naturally has to make some achievements."

"Are you praising me or yourself?" Monkey threw the finished catalog aside, picked up another one and pretended to read it.

"Of course I'm exaggerating the Holy Master. If you don't destroy it, you won't establish it." After a slight pause, Ksitigarbha said softly: "Since the Great Sage said that I don't need the help of the poor monk, then I'll excuse you."

"Oh? You want to leave?" Monkey raised his head slightly.

"Does the Great Sage mind?"

"I don't mind. I don't mind. On the contrary. I wish for it."

"The Great Sage is really... a quick talker. In this case, I'll excuse you, poor monk." Ksitigarbha smiled faintly, took three steps back, turned and walked out of the hall.

But as soon as he left, the monkey's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he looked in the direction where Ksitigarbha had left.

An idea emerged in his mind.

"There's something wrong. Could it be that he already...knows what I'm looking for?"

…

"Broken! Broken! Broken! Broken!"

Canopy kept taking action.

Not only the canopy, but also the roller blinds, the black bear spirit, and the little white dragon have also joined in.

The soldiers who climbed up the long ladder fell down one by one. The speed was so fast that they didn't even have the chance to look inside.

But even so, each and every one of them still wanted to poke their heads out from behind the fence as if they were not afraid of death.

Waves of arrows rose into the sky and then fell heavily. No matter where the monk was hiding, they could hit him accurately.

Obviously, this was not a blind shot.

Gradually, Canopy discovered that they had sent many people to look at you through the tiny gap in the fence. Although the field of view is very narrow, it can still be used to direct the direction of the arrow.

Standing on the canopy, if you don't look carefully, you won't even notice it.

"Can they observe in another way, but still keep sending people to die? Just to distract us?"

Dozens of monks hid behind the rocks, and the arrows seemed to have eyes. They chose an extremely tricky angle and shot half of them instantly through the fence.

More than a dozen monks were forced to climb up the low hill behind them. They lowered their bodies and used the rocks to hide themselves to avoid being seen by the soldiers outside the fence. However, they were discovered.

A monk rolled down the low hill wailing. Knocked on the rocks, even the brains were knocked out.

Xuanzang watched all this quietly with red eyes.

The hands were still clasped tightly, and the fingers were dug into the flesh.

He muttered to himself: "I can't even save them. How can I achieve enlightenment and achieve enlightenment all the way to the west..."

"Reality is not that ideal." Tianpeng replied expressionlessly: "Just like in war, there are gains and losses. Injuring the enemy a thousand times will cost you eight hundred. If you want to capture a city or territory, you must pay the price with blood. Think about it. It’s impossible to protect anything.”

"If you say so, wouldn't Pudu be impossible?"

Canopy didn't answer, but just carefully sensed everything outside the fence through the fence as before.

There were already more than 20,000 troops there, and more troops were still coming, but they still didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations.

Waves of arrows hit the shield in vain and fell to the ground.

In the entire quarry, it seemed that the only place where Xuanzang was, the shield held up by the canopy, the black bear spirit, the rolling curtain and the little white dragon, was truly safe. Unfortunately, this place is so full that it can only accommodate two hundred people.

Even though it was already overcrowded, there were still countless monks rushing towards here from all corners of the quarry despite the rain of arrows. However, none of them made it.

This place is like a huge fishing bait. Countless soldiers are watching carefully through the fence, waiting for the monks scattered everywhere to take the risk of attacking and deliver a fatal arrow.

The most successful one only reached a distance of five feet from the shield.

He was hit by five arrows and fell to the ground, but still stretched out a hand towards Xuanzang: "Master...save me..."

The next moment, a hail of arrows fell on him.

The blood fainted beneath him.

Watching all this, Xuanzang took a step forward in a daze, but was blocked by the canopy.

"He is already dead, don't go there."

After a while, Xuanzang slowly closed his eyes.

Waves of arrows rained down continuously, bursts of screams came one after another, a faint sound of gunshots like a murmur in sleep came from the pile of corpses, and pairs of hands covered with blood stretched out towards Xuanzang.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and opened his eyes.

"Marshal, you are right. Everything is impossible without paying a price, but a poor monk can at least decide what price to pay."

Before Tianpeng could realize the meaning of his words, Xuanzang had already taken steps.

Turning around, Canpeng quickly stepped forward and stopped him again.

"What does the master want to do?"

"We surrender." Xuanzang stared at the canopy and said slowly: "Before we came, everyone was safe and sound. It is obvious that their target is us. As long as we surrender, they will no longer shoot arrows. The monks will not die. Soldiers will not die. If this can save everyone from fire and water, we should do it. No, there should be no hesitation. "

Hearing this, the corners of Tianpeng's eyes suddenly twitched slightly.

…

Ksitigarbha slowly came to the edge of the altar and stood side by side with Zhengfa Ming Tathagata.

"You were the first one to discover that soul back then?"

Ksitigarbha nodded slightly.

"Are you ready to directly intervene in the westward journey?"

Ksitigarbha did not deny it.

"Then who are you helping?"

Turning his face sideways, Ksitigarbha smiled faintly, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the sky. (To be continued ~^~)

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