Chapter 2517

"Could it be that the demons here are already so powerful that they don't fear the Great Senior Brother at all?"

General Juan Lian pondered slightly and spoke.

Sun Wukong was too lazy to answer; the Jingu Bang in his hand changed into a golden needle, and he sat where he was, picking his teeth.

General Juan Lian, Zhu Bajie, and the Little White Dragon looked at each other, feeling helpless, and had no choice but to sit down by the roadside.

Fahui guessed that Sun Wukong must know something, but he did not ask further, because he had always trusted Sun Wukong.

However, at this time, Wu Feng was at the Guan Shi Mirror, watching Tang Sanzang's trail.

Tang Sanzang was being carried by a white mist, drifting along, heading west all the way.

"What is going on? Are there demons again?"

A look of fear appeared on Tang Sanzang's face as he looked around and spoke.

Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, Tang Sanzang discovered that the white mist beneath him had begun to drift downward slowly.

Then he landed on the ground.

Under his feet was ground paved with uniform blue bricks, and before him was an imposing Daoist temple, on which three thin and vigorous characters were written: Wood Immortal Hermitage.

Tang Sanzang looked around the temple; he saw that among the low shrubs and thorns, there were only six tall trees, standing at perfect intervals on the edge of the square in front of the temple gate.

He stared at those trees, feeling it was very strange. Why were there only these six trees here? Could it be that they were planted by the people in the temple before him?