Chapter 2682

"Haha, you can't afford to provoke Maitreya Buddha, so you want to act against me? I have always been loyal to you."

Dipankara Ancient Buddha said dejectedly.

"Well, so, if I can go to the next level later, kill Wu Feng, and seize those means of his, I will definitely find a way to resurrect you."

Rulai spoke very gently and apologetically, but his hands were not soft; he drew upon a stream of powerful energy to erode Dipankara Ancient Buddha.

Throughout the space, Dipankara Ancient Buddha's painful groans could be heard.

"Rulai, what is the difference between your behavior and the demonic path?"

"Only by surviving can one have the right to speak; the winner decides who is the demonic path!"

Rulai's tone was crazy.

Wu Feng continued to follow the plan to create some so-called tribulations for the scripture-seeking quartet.

For example, at the moment, Wu Feng incarnated into thousands and created a small kingdom.

This kingdom had only one city, which was the capital, and around the capital were all countryside.

The scripture-seeking quartet came all the way and entered this kingdom.

"Master, why do these country folk look at us with such strange eyes? Could they be demons?"

Zhu Bajie said to Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong used his Fiery Eyes and Golden Gaze to stare at those country folk for a long time, finally retracting his supernatural power, and whispered: "Master, disciple cannot see any signs that these people are about to act, and they are not demons."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bajie frowned but said nothing.

Tang Sanzang was not a fool; he could feel that recently, his second disciple, Zhu Bajie, seemed to be a bit wrong.

Thinking of his previous disciple, the White Dragon Horse, falling into the demonic path, Tang Sanzang became a bit nervous.

"Wujing, you follow your Senior Brother to go ahead and beg for alms; we will deal with the night in the woods."

Zhu Bajie followed Tang Seng's instructions and, without a word, followed Sun Wukong toward those small villages.

The villagers, who were originally looking at them curiously, saw Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie walking over and were all so scared that they scattered and fled, hiding in their homes.

A hint of mockery appeared on Zhu Bajie's face.

Sun Wukong did not see it; he just walked into the village, arrived at the door of a house that looked quite large, and knocked on the door.

"Fellow villager, we are monks from the Great Tang of the East who have come to worship Buddha and seek scriptures; we are here to beg for alms."

After hearing this, the people inside exclaimed even more: "Wow, this monkey can talk."

Zhu Bajie again showed a sarcastic expression.

The door was opened a crack, and the villager inside whispered: "This, this monk, you cannot stay with us."

Sun Wukong squeezed out a smile and said: "Yes, fellow villager, we will not stay here; after we beg for alms, we will rest in the woods and leave early tomorrow morning."

Hearing Sun Wukong say this, the person was obviously relieved and hurriedly sent out a bowl of rice with a piece of meat on top.

"We monks do not eat meat." Sun Wukong wanted to decline, but he saw Zhu Bajie reach out, grab the piece of pork, and throw it into his own mouth.

"Bajie?" Sun Wukong was surprised.

Zhu Bajie said indifferently: "Eldest Senior Brother, it is true that we are monks, but begging for alms is originally about eating whatever food others give us; how can you dislike this benefactor's kindness?"