Journey to the West: After the Great Sage listened to the advice, the three realms were all confused

The residence of Sun Wukong.

After completing today's body-building course, little Nezha casually took the handkerchief handed over by Sun Wukong and wiped it roughly.

"Master, I feel like I'm much stronger than before!"

Little Nezha chuckled.

Ao Bing, who had the bracelet worn by little Nezha on his wrist, silently complained in his heart: Of course!

After all, in order to prevent this kid from lying on the ground exhausted, he secretly injected his limited magic power into this kid's body.

The only use of injecting these magical powers into this kid's body is to make his physical fitness better.

In this way, the opponent can attract more spiritual energy when using body-building techniques.

Ao Bing can also secretly absorb some spiritual power to help himself break through Sun Wukong's magic.

He has to input mana and steal spiritual energy, but he can't let this silly boy know about his magical powers.

Ao Bing felt that no one in this world could be more miserable than him.

But then again, this silly boy's talent is indeed surprisingly good.

Human beings are such an enviable race!

With such talent, this kid's future will be limitless in time.

Sun Wukong, who saw through Ao Bing's little trick, raised his eyebrows, but did not expose Ao Bing.

He rubbed Little Nezha's head and said with a smile: "You are worthy of being my disciple. You can make rapid progress even if you lay a solid foundation!"

The praised little Nezha chuckled.

As expected, it was his master’s praise that made him even happier.

Goudan, who was sitting on the stone bench and noticed the dark cloud looming over his head, looked very unhappy.

He covered his heart, which had suddenly become heavy, and frowned in worry:

"Brother, why did the day suddenly turn out like this? I feel so uncomfortable and suffocated."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong looked at Goudaner in surprise, then looked up at the Dragon King of the East China Sea who was confronting Li Jing in the clouds.

"Can't you see?" asked Sun Wukong.

Before Gou Dan'er could answer Sun Wukong's question, little Nezha next to him joined in the fun and said, "What? What do you want to see?"

Sun Wukong said slowly, "In the sky, the four sea dragon kings have arrived, with a group of elite soldiers, and they are planning to attack Chentang Pass!"

When Goudan heard this, he widened his eyes in disbelief.

He looked up again, but still saw nothing.

Not only Goudan, but even the little Nezha next to him looked confused.

Looking at the empty sky, Little Nezha blinked. "But why would the Four Seas Dragon Kings come to trouble Chentang Pass? Aren't we and the Dragon Palace supposed to keep our distance?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong smiled mysteriously.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was staring at him, little Nezha felt his whole body tremble and pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Master, your eyes, are you trying to say that I am the culprit of this matter?"

Little Nezha thought and thought, but still couldn't figure out what went wrong.

He has been very well behaved recently!

I didn't cause any trouble, so how could it be related to him?

Sun Wukong didn't deliberately keep the secret, but just said quietly:

"Remember the Third Prince I met on the East China Sea? If I'm not mistaken, he should have died."

"Isn't it obvious what the Dragon King, who loves his son dearly, will do after witnessing his child's death?"

Ao Bing, who was tied to Nezha's wrist by Sun Wukong, was full of questions: No, who died?

If Ao Bing is dead, then who is he?

Or in other words, who was that guy who died in the Dragon Palace?

This person has ulterior motives as he deliberately stirs up conflict between Chentang Pass and Dragon Palace.

Damn it, he said that the mysterious man had a conspiracy!

But Sun Wukong insisted on locking him up here, causing him to miss the opportunity to go back and tell the truth.

Ao Bing became more and more worried the more he thought about it, and subconsciously wanted to struggle, wanting Sun Wukong to let him go to prevent the impending tragedy.

But no matter how Ao Bing struggled, the final result was only one, that is failure, failure, and failure again.

When Ao Bing's struggle was fed back to little Nezha, it turned into occasional fever.

"Master, Master, what on earth is going on? This bracelet has suddenly become so hot! Is this some kind of reminder?"

Little Nezha raised his hand and asked Sun Wukong with concern.

He hoped to get answers to his questions and solve his doubts from Sun Wukong.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "You could say that this also means that danger is coming..."

When little Nezha heard this, he was confused.

The danger is coming. Does it refer to the Four Seas Dragon Kings besieging Chentang Pass?

"Is there any way to resolve this crisis at Chentang Pass? No matter what the cost, I hope to resolve this matter."

Because, if Chentang Pass is gone, then where will everyone in Chentang Pass go?

Sun Wukong opened his mouth and was about to speak when he saw the door suddenly opened.

Madam Yin came here with a worried look on her face.

After greeting each other, Mrs. Yin went straight to the point and knelt on the ground, asking Sun Wukong to take little Nezha away.

Little Nezha, who was originally very happy about his mother's arrival, looked at Madam Yin in disbelief.

"Why, mother! Isn't it a matter of life and death for Chentang Pass now? How could I abandon you and go away alone?"

Little Nezha was the first to jump out and object.

Even if we have to leave, we have to take the entire Chentang Pass with us.

Madam Yin turned her head to the side and shed tears silently:

"This matter clearly has nothing to do with you, but the Four Seas Dragon King is being unreasonable and insists on your death as atonement before he'll consider letting Chentang Pass go..."

"I can't bear to see you die here at such a young age. Little Nezha, go with your master! Go far away and don't come back!"

In order to get Sun Wukong to agree to take little Nezha away, Mrs. Yin took out the bag she had prepared long ago.

"Sir, there are some gold and silver valuables in here, which should be enough for little Nezha to live a simple life. The rest will be regarded as your reward for protecting little Nezha."

After Mrs. Yin said this, she pushed the bag, which looked very heavy, in front of Sun Wukong.

Seeing Madam Yin in such a state, little Nezha felt extremely upset.

He gritted his teeth and clearly wanted to cry, but found that he couldn't cry at all when he looked at Madam Yin's tearful face.

What's going on? Why don't I feel like crying at all? This shouldn't be happening!

Little Nezha didn't understand where the problem lay.

He even hesitated a little, wondering whether he should get some saliva and put it on his face to pretend it was tears.

However, he eventually chose to give up the idea.

This is too tacky.

However, why does my mother give me such a pretentious feeling today? She doesn't seem like a mother at all!