I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

Sun Wukong took a careful look at the ghost cultivator, which gave him goosebumps.

Da Luo, who has been cultivating this ghost for hundreds of years, can't resist the aura of the Yin God on Sun Wukong.

If things were fine in the past, this dark aura would not be revealed.

A few days ago, Sun Wukong had used the inspector talisman.

Even though the aura has weakened after a few days, it still has the effect of suppressing ghost cultivation.

In particular, the ghost cultivators in the Daluo Realm are very perceptive, and they can see the invisible aura on Monkey King at a glance.

Unconsciously, he moved to a position farther away from Monkey King.

Sun Wukong shook his head and didn't stop staring at him. This guy is just an ordinary ghost cultivator, nothing special, neither a yin god nor a ghost messenger.

A simple ghost cultivator in the world.

"Meet fellow Taoist Longzhi!"

"I've met Fellow Daoist Nanshan!"

"I've met Daoist Daoist Dapeng!"

The six generals clasped their fists together to salute the three Sun Wukongs, but only five of them clasped their fists when they arrived at Dapeng.

But there was another person standing on the spot blankly, looking at him with some hesitation at first, and then gradually became agitated.

Everyone was still surprised, but this man threw himself in front of Dapeng and asked in a trembling voice:

"Ancestor Dapeng...is that you? Patriarch Dapeng!"

"That's right! It's me! Who are you? What do you want from me?" Dapeng said with his lips curled up.

He didn't recognize the guy in front of him at all, why did he kneel down to his brother when he came up?

The person kneeling on the ground was obviously a fairy of the eagle tribe, and his eagle eyes were somewhat similar to those of Dapeng.

It also looks a bit like a roc on the head.

"Grandfather! This junior actually saw you here!" The guy was so excited that he kowtowed in salute.

The people present were all in a daze, no one knew what this guy was doing, even Dapeng himself was taken aback.

Who are you?

Am I close to you?

Don't make friends with me!

I am Tathagata's uncle, if you were my grandson, wouldn't you become Tathagata's cousin?

At this time, looking at the kneeling man again, he was already in tears.

I saw him looking up at Dapeng with an expression of excitement and joy, and said affectionately:

"Grandfather! I am Ying Sufen's grandson!"

"Pfft!" Sun Wukong sprayed some tea.

What the hell?

Eagle Sufen?

This name is quite earthy!

Why isn't it called Ying Cui Hua!

"Ahem!" Everyone else present was also embarrassed.

No one wants to give themselves a famous name, such as Longzhi or Tianmo, it always sounds a little bit compelling.

What the hell is Sufen!

Dapeng Niao first looked puzzled, it seemed that he had forgotten who Ying Sufen was.

After thinking about it for a long time, his face suddenly changed, and he remembered.

She looked at the Yaoxian kneeling in front of her in shock.

"You you you...it turned out to be you..." Dapeng pointed at the man and said in shock.

"Sufen... is she okay?" After a long while, Dapeng asked the kneeling person.

"Grandmother died 3000 years ago when she crossed the Golden Immortal Tribulation." The kneeling man said with a disappointed face.

"What's your name? Who is your father?" Dapeng pulled the man up and asked.

"Grandfather, my father's name is Peng Yi. My name is Peng Xun. Before my grandmother died, she told me to find you!" Peng Xun said with memories.

A bloody past was revealed.

Back then, many, many, many years ago.

When Dapeng was still young and flirtatious.

While traveling around the world, she had an extremely shocking love story with Sufen, the saint eagle of the eagle clan.

Not long after that, Buddhism was born. As the uncle of the Buddha, Dapeng naturally returned to Lingshan to receive offerings.

And Dapeng just left at that speed, and didn't even tell Ying Sufen where she was from.

The second generation of Feng Feng left his wife and son just like that.

Of course, Ying Sufen didn't even know she was pregnant at that time.

I thought it was a passer-by in my life, but the physiological reaction appeared soon.

Then, after knowing the truth, Ying Sufen resolutely gave birth to a son, named Pengyi, which was a memory of Dapeng.

After that, the son had another son, Pengxun.

That is, the grandson of Mirs!

Pro grandson!

As for why he is in the cage of luck, this matter has to be talked about 500 years ago. Peng Xun, who had just been promoted to Da Luo, shouldered the task of finding his grandfather.

After many searches, Peng Xun guessed that the golden-winged roc might be his grandfather.

Because in his family blood, there is a trace of phoenix spirituality faintly.

So he came to Xiniu Hezhou to look for his relatives, but he did not find the roc when he traveled to Tianzhu.

At that time, Dapeng was wandering in Hezhou, Xiniu, and the grandfather and grandson just passed by.

Later, Peng Xun entered the Three Thousand World by chance.

As a result, when wandering around the Three Thousand Worlds, his luck exceeded the standard.

He was sent to the air cage here.

"So your father is still there?" Dapeng asked.

"Naturally, he is in the ancestral land of the Peng clan in Beizhou." Peng Xun nodded.

Dapeng actually has a son!

The children and grandchildren are complete!

(End of this chapter)

===Chapter 1380 Temporarily Staying in Night City===

Chapter 1380 Temporary Stay in Night City

"Three new friends!"

"I, Tian Mo, the Lord of Night City, welcome you on behalf of the entire Night City!"

"I also hope that you can stay! Build Dark Night City together with me, and make this place a light in the dark night!"

After the dog-blood incident of the Dapeng bird confessing its relatives was over, the Lord of Tianmo City arranged a grand reception banquet.

And he impassionedly invited Sun Wukong and the other three.

Long Zhi actually wanted to stay, but he had promised Sun Wukong to help him get lucky.

Dapeng is a restless person, and he will definitely not stay.

Even with his grandson here...

As for Monkey King, he only wants luck.

However, the last three of them stayed temporarily in Darknight City.

To drain the luck of tens of thousands of people in the city, it cannot be done in a moment.

Even with the coordinating help of the Lord Tianmo, it took him seven full days to drain the luck of the entire city.

Even Sun Wukong, who was contaminated with luck on the earth, rocks and vegetation, didn't let go.

The entire Dark Night City has become a pure land at this time.

Looking at the Dark Night City with no luck left, the Lord Tianmo shook his head and said with emotion:

"If we could get acquainted with Brother Nanshan earlier, we wouldn't be trapped in this ghost place!"

Tian Mo was also sent in because he exceeded the standard.

He came in early enough, almost 3000 years ago.

At that time, he was already in the early stage of Da Luo.

What turned out to be very tragic was that he was already at the critical point of exceeding the standard of luck.

Being promoted to Da Luo could have transferred luck outward.

As a result, the method has not yet been used, because the increase in luck brought about by the promotion level has brought his luck to the threshold.

Then he was sent in.

It's really tragic.

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "If you come, you will be safe, and maybe I can find a way to take everyone out."

Regarding going out, Sun Wukong still has a certain degree of confidence, because he believes that pumping out the entire cage of luck is enough for him to be a saint.

Of course, imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel, and the holy land is not so easy to step into.

"Get out? Oh! Forget it!"

When Tian Mo heard the word "go out", his expression paused, but finally he gave up with a sigh.

"Brother Tian Mo doesn't want to go out?" Long Zhi looked at him and asked.

"Well. I have been here for 3000 years! In fact, I have already gotten used to life here. Go out? What can I do if I go out?"

"Friends and relatives may have long since disappeared, and there is nothing to worry about in the world."

"Besides, if Brother Nanshan is not here, the luck will exceed the standard sooner or later. It's better to live in this dark night city all the time."

Tian Mo looked towards the city and continued, "What's more, here is my ideal and direction of struggle."

Speaking of this, a trace of passionate fighting spirit ignited in Tian Mo's eyes.

"Ideal..." Long Zhi chewed on this word, and his eyes gradually brightened.

Apparently he was moved too.

Sun Wukong knows what he thinks just by looking at him, but there is still a country waiting for him outside of him!

But at night, Long Zhi came to talk to Monkey King.

"What! Do you really want to stay?" Monkey King was taken aback.

The Tianmo people have lived here for 3000 years, and they have regarded this place as their hometown, so they don't want to leave.

You have only lived here for a few days, why do you want to stay?

"Are you willing to abandon your country? Don't forget that you are the ruler of a country!" Monkey King persuaded.

"I'm talking about Brother Long Zhi. What's so good about the darkness here? How about going out with us, isn't the colorful world outside much more interesting than here?" Dapeng also persuaded.

"Hehe. Two brothers, the reason why I don't want to go back is because of this king." Long Zhi said with a smile.

"Have the two of you ever heard a common saying in the human race that a country cannot live without a king?"

Long Zhi paused and continued: