Journey to the West: God-level Gathering Technique

Sun Wukong withdrew his hand from pushing the little boy, and glared at him bitterly.The little boy pursed his lips and lowered his head. Now he also understands the seriousness of the situation. Tang Xuanzang has disappeared, and the person who has accepted the will of heaven among the Buddhist scriptures in the West is now gone.

Jiang Han let out a breath, pinched his fingertips and remained silent.Seeing his expression, Monkey King obviously wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, Jiang Han paused, as if remembering something, turned to ask the little boy: "Do you know that the residents at the foot of Huangfengling Mountain have the same dream every night, do you know about this?"

Hearing this, the little boy shook his head blankly, "I don't know." He frowned, and said, "I've been here for a long time, and I've never heard of any people living at the foot of the mountain. There is a small village a few miles away from the foot of Huangfengling Mountain, and there are people there."

Jiang Han frowned, took out a nine-toothed rake, and said, "Don't think about anything else, let's go down the mountain quickly. There is a problem with the family we stayed at the foot of the mountain before."

Sun Wukong immediately jumped onto the nine-toothed rake, Jiang Han followed his mind, and the nine-toothed rake became bigger.Monkey King scooped it up, and he did not forget to bring the little boy up, "Don't even think about running away, I will let you go when I find Tang Xuanzang."

In order to prevent the little boy from escaping, Sun Wukong released a bit of spiritual power from his fingertips and flicked it into the little boy's forehead, "I have already placed spiritual power tracking in your body, don't even think about running away, I will find you even if you go to the ends of the earth .”

Sun Wukong smiled wildly, "I can cover a thousand miles in a somersault, don't be ignorant of compliments."

With tears in his eyes, the little boy didn't dare to resist, so he nodded and obediently stepped on the nine-toothed rake.

Seeing that everyone had already boarded the nine-toothed rake, Jiang Han summoned his spiritual power and rode the clouds and fog straight down the mountain. In less than a breath, he arrived at the house where Jiang Han and the others stayed.

As Jiang Han expected, the place was empty, the huts were dilapidated, desolate and desolate.Seeing this situation, Monkey King became angry, picked up the golden cudgel and razed the crumbling thatched hut to the ground, and the dust was everywhere. Monkey King didn't think it was enough, and he wanted to crush these broken walls into dust one by one , Jiang Han stopped him.

At this moment, something floated out of the thatched hut, like a raft of paper, Jiang Han took a look, and there were a few words written in small script on it.

Sun Wukong also came to see, the snowflakes are flying, the earth is hidden deep; the flowers are withered, watering hot tears; walking a long way, climbing tall trees; the treasure that he has been looking for all his life is hidden deep in his heart.

Wen Zou Zou, Monkey King frowned, feeling that there were some clues hidden in it, and he asked: "What does this mean? There is a piece of paper in this small thatched house, what's the point?"

Jiang Han didn't know either, he couldn't answer.I took the yellowed paper and turned it over and over again, but I didn't find anything unusual.

At this time, the sky was already dark.The half-bright light is like a veil, covering everything.

Sun Wukong was keenly aware of something. This wilderness was supposed to be extremely quiet, but at this moment there was a faint sound of beating gongs and drums.Slowly, lively, from far to near, shaking in the air like waves.

An old but clear voice came over, like a storyteller in a theatrical building, spitting and hale and hearty.

"Don't you see that on the banks of the Wujiang River, there have been battles with swords, lights and swords, and there is no shortage of sad and angry dirges. When the fights are over and the dirges are over, the blood of the overlord will bleed under his weapons with a lifetime of pride!"

Jiang Han also heard such a voice, he looked around, the sky in front of him still had the last bit of light, and it was going to be dark soon.

The sound continued to come, bustling, it seemed that Jiang Han was on the bustling street, they were crowded with people, I don't know if it was his illusion, Jiang Han seemed to be able to feel the touch of people touching people from his shoulders .

"That's the cry of a hero when he's in a desperate situation, and it's the most heroic way to maintain his dignity when he's surrounded by enemies. Guest officer——"

"Bawang, a tragic hero, occupies a very firm place in our hearts. In this world, the winner is the king, and the loser is naturally the bandit.

However, the overlord who competed with the king for the throne but was defeated has become one of the heroes who have been sung by literati in all dynasties.Thus it can be seen, hero!But what happened at the wrong time. "The storyteller's voice became clearer and clearer.

The sky was completely dark at this time, and night was coming.

Jiang Han suddenly felt his palms burn. He looked down, and it turned out that the piece of paper he held in his hand was emitting light, as if burning, lighting up the world.A picture scroll unfolded slowly like this, and the picture and sound in front of me were finally able to match.

Jiang Han and the others were in the bustling street at this time, shoulder to shoulder with the crowd, red lanterns were hung all the way, and there was an endless stream of laughter.The theater building was obviously a lively place, everyone gathered around the storyteller, so Jiang Han and Monkey King also planned to go and have a look.

Sun Wukong glanced around, suddenly grabbed Jiang Han, and said: "Be careful, we have entered the ghost world, this is a ghost market set up by the ghost world in the human world."

Jiang Han didn't start talking after hearing this, but the little boy's eyes widened, "There is a ghost world at the foot of Huangfengling Mountain? I've lived here for a long time, and I don't know about it." Afraid of disturbing the ghosts here, they He spoke in a very low voice, only his lips moved, but he couldn't hear his voice.Jiang Han nodded, "Then we should all be careful."

"In addition to ghosts, there are other creatures here, monsters also visit from time to time, and humans who stray into the human world, but if humans come in, if they don't have a firm will and heart, I'm afraid they won't be able to get out.

Lost people will always wander in the ghost world market, and it will be difficult to recover people's memories for a long time. " Sun Wukong added, he put away the golden cudgel, and continued: "I guess, the piece of paper in the small thatched house is the invitation card for the ghost market, and we came in because of this. "

Jiang Han breathed out, "Is it possible that Tang Xuanzang entered here? Since we have searched all over Huangfengling, if Tang Xuanzang is still in Huangfengling, there is no reason why he cannot be found."

Sun Wukong nodded when he heard the words, "I think so too, let's look here, maybe we can find some clues." Jiang Han agreed with his words, and then the three of them became more careful and hid themselves in the ghost market among.

"The books that have been handed down mainly show the overlord's arrogance in military struggles and political turmoil, and his words, deeds and character traits are lifelike." ..