"this……"

Listening to Old Man Sun's almost unthinking tone, the people from the Dhara Village couldn't help but breathe, and they felt that Old Man Sun had a high popularity that was disdainful to explain.

The other old man still didn't believe it. He really didn't believe that Old Man Sun, who had been living in Dharu Village for decades, had never shown any strangeness. He really didn't believe that he would be a master.

No matter how you look at it, this old man Sun is just an ordinary farmer.

When the old man thought of this, he took a step forward and asked tentatively. "Master Sun, what are the difficulties and dangers when you enter the snake's belly?"

Old Man Sun looked at another uncle in the village asking him questions, and out of awe in his bones, he slowly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. However, after losing his beloved son, Old Man Sun really couldn't feel at ease to express a respectful expression, so he had to think about it and answer calmly.

"Of course it was quite difficult, but at the time, he was in extreme anger, so he didn't care about so much..."

As he said that, Old Man Sun, who thought he was asking himself how to walk through the difficult and dangerous snake belly, recalling the scene at that time, added. "The most difficult time was that I was able to succeed under a slip shovel."

Such an accurate process description, coupled with Old Man Sun's plain expression, has extraordinary convincing power.

And words such as "extreme anger" and "sliding shovel" are also deeply remembered by them.

Then, several talkers looked at each other and then said respectfully to Old Man Sun. "Since that's the case, then I won't bother Old Man Sun for a rest. Please rest assuredly."

Although Old Man Sun was a little confused about their respect, he had no intention of being polite to these uncles after losing his beloved son. He had to raise his hand and bow down with difficulty. One hand was sore but could not lift it up. He had to wave to the uncles with the only hand that could be lifted, expressing his respect.

Seeing this, several people who talked about it felt from Old Man Sun that they had no such high popularity as before. After he ordered his left and right to take care of Old Man Sun more respectfully, he then bowed his waist slightly.

"It's amazing, Mr. Sun seems to be a hidden master..."

"Isn't this a good thing? There was such a master in our Dhara Village. Usually, demons attacked, and there was no need to spend a lot of money to go to the Taoist monks and monks before him as they did in the past."

"It's reasonable and reasonable. We have Mr. Sun, why do we need those Taoist monks? They even said that they would not be able to deal with monsters in the future, so they would have to ask Mr. Sun to help."

"Don't let Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun doesn't care about the friendship between us, but he may not care about the titles of those outsiders who don't care about them."

"What... what's the name?"

Several people talked about it in a low voice while walking towards the living room.

"The beautiful land where Mr. Sun lives is commonly known as Shilipo. When the little sixth son saw Mr. Sun steering the golden light to kill the snake demon, would the golden light be the legendary fairy sword or something?"

"It's possible, that's better... Mr. Sun's name to the outside world is called the 'Shilipo Sword God'?"

"Not bad, very wonderful!"

"But by the way, Mr. Sun lost his beloved son, and I don't know when he will recover. I'm afraid Mr. Sun will be overly sad and unable to recover."

"By the way, I have two sons in my family, how about adopting one of them to Mr. Sun?"

"My family has three sons, and I can adopt one..."

“My home has it too…”

"I only have only one son in my family, but there are many daughters who are not married. Maybe Mr. Sun needs it even more now?"

“…”

Soon, the other few people who had no daughters in their families couldn't help but spat in secret and changed the subject. "By the way, I don't know what Mr. Sun's full name is."

"It seems... it's..." Uncle San recalled it carefully and said with some uncertainty. "It seems... protecting the country?"

"What a great reputation to protect a country, how wonderful!"

...

Tang Sanzang and his party naturally did not know about the misunderstanding of Dharu Village. Later, Old Man Sun was happy when he saw his son again and the wonderful expression that he seemed to have been misunderstood. Naturally, he had no way to know about it.

For Tang Sanzang and his party, the troubles brought by the snake demons in Tuluo Village are far less troublesome than the Qijue Mountain in front of you.

If the Flame Mountain is a flame barrier between heaven and earth, then the Qijue Mountain in front of you is the East Land placed on the earth.

(PS: Dongguan is the toilet.)

The stench is so foul, it is unbearable...

At this moment, Tang Sanzang was very glad that he did not get the flesh and blood that splattered out of the giant python.

After all, it is no exaggeration to Tang Sanzang, which uses this giant python as its territory, which can be regarded as the condensation of the essence of it.

The Qijue Mountain is now on the road leading to the west by Tang Sanzang and his voyage. It is a necessary path and is difficult to detour.

But if he just walked over like this, Tang Sanzang felt that he might not be much different from falling into a cesspool.

"Tsk, if anyone tells Lao Zhu that the snake will not shit, Lao Zhu will definitely give him a rake." Zhu Bajie couldn't help but block his nose with his arm and said disgusted.

"Idiot, it's useless to dislike you, hurry up and open the way." The monkey beside him reminded.

"open circuit?!"

Zhu Bajie then realized and was stunned.

"Yes, second brother, have you forgotten again? You are responsible for opening the way." Sha Seng beside him said affirmatively.

When Zhu Bajie heard this, he felt that the sky had collapsed and said to Tang Sanzang with a bitter face.

"Master, it's fine if you don't have the boundless sea of ​​trees. It's fine if you dig a cesspool. No matter how good the nine-toothed rake of the old pig is, it's impossible to use it. Otherwise, if the rake is taken down, how can I face the old pig in the future?"

Listening to Zhu Bajie complaining like this, Tang Sanzang was really embarrassed.

If you don’t dig...will you just flow through it so hard?

The monk on the side thought a little while, he made a constructive suggestion as if he had a sudden inspiration and said, "Second Brother, why not just use your hands if you don't use the rake?"

"That's right, that's right..." the monkey said with a smile. "Junior Brother Sha is right, you can use your hands. At worst, you can cut the pig's hooves and grow a pair again."

Zhu Bajie was not stupid, and immediately refuted. "You said it lightly. This is not shaved. How can you say it is long? And even if it grows again, it will definitely not work as well as it was originally."

Unfortunately, the truth is often not as useful as the golden cudgel.

As the monkey's golden cudgel was placed on Zhu Bajie's shoulder, the monkey asked happily. "Would you go, or not? You can't let me, the fragrant monkey, go?"
Chapter completed!