"So, are they still in Xijing?"

"There is a high probability."

Looking at Mingyue's eyes, Chen Budu was also helpless.

He Taixu lost it, so he lost it. The white-necked tiger was his mount, so he had to pick it up any of it.

The problem is that, as the old capital of the former Tang Dynasty, the base camp of the Guanlong family, and the end of the Grand Canal canal transportation, it can be said to be a vast area of ​​mixed fish and dragons.

It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to find a person accurately in a city with a population of millions, especially when he is still a practitioner.

"Fellow Taoist, let's wait here, the monk will go and ask the master."

Under the Bodhi tree like a canopy, even if it was drizzling, Zen Master Sanzang was still drinking flower tea with great enthusiasm to enjoy the rain.

Obviously, Sun Wukong's resurrection has made the old monk feel very good recently.

Although Sun Wukong has just been resurrected and needs to grow, and although his memories have not been found, it’s good to live, right?

Just like an elderly person at home with an empty nest, you don’t need your children and grandchildren to become such a great figure. As long as you can be with you safely, you will be happy.

"Master, my disciple may have to go to Chang'an."

"oh?"

Chen Budu talked about the matter with Zen Master Sanzang. Zen Master Sanzang stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go to the Shenlong Temple in Chang'an for your master to get something back."

"What?" Chen Budu was slightly surprised.

Isn't it about taking the head of an enemy? Isn't this enemy the abbot of Shenlong Temple?

Facts have proved that Chen Budu was affected by yesterday's Guoguo, and his association ability was a bit too rich.

"Well... I'll send you a letter to you, and you can bring it to Elder Huiding of Shenlong Temple. When he gets there, he will naturally know what it is."

Zen Master Sanzang splashed ink, finished writing a letter, covered it with fire lacquer, and handed it over to Chen Budu.

"Squeak!"

Sun Wukong was waving his iron rod, grinning and unable to get along with the big rooster brought back from Chenjia Village, and chased the big rooster around.

Zen Master Sanzang glanced at it and said again.

"By the way, bring your senior brother with me. He spent a while in Chang'an with me. I thought that going to Chang'an should help restore my memory."

Looking at the older brother who was growing in size, Chen Budu nodded.

"Master, my disciple has the art of "Compassionate Soul Falling". My clone stays in the temple and can come back when I miss my master."

"good."

Zen Master Sanzang nodded with satisfaction. The eldest disciple was as uncontrollable as ever, but the younger disciple was still caring.

Just when Shen Budu was about to wake up Chi Ou who was sleeping in, Zen Master Sanzang said again.

"Also, you can bring some of the pastries from Chang'an Jufangzhai when you come back."
Chapter completed!