"According to the news I just received, the spaceship of 'Heavenly Palace No. 9' will return to the spy base of the West Chang University at around twenty-five o'clock tonight..." The young and beautiful female anchor of the Celestial Empire TV station, Xuanyuan Diewu, reported a piece of the latest news in her sweet and beautiful voice.

As soon as the news came out, the people of Celestial Empire in front of the TV were very happy...

In the depths of the Moon Cave Mountain, two ghost-like white shadows were chasing after them...

"Amitabha! Stinky brat, stop right there!"

The tall figure chasing after him was a fat old monk. He wore a white frock that fluttered like a fairy, and his white socks and cloud-walking shoes were spotless. He ran at a frightening speed on the rugged mountain road. His breath was long and gentle, and his voice was like a bell.

"Don't stop, don't stop. You old baldy have been a monk for a lifetime, and you want to deceive me to be a monk. I don't want to do that!"

The one who was chased by the old monk was a 14 or 15-year-old monk. His bald head had grown a centimeter-long thick black hair, and his handsome face was covered with sweat. He was also dressed in a white frock, but his face was dirty and stained with yellow mud. He stepped on a pair of deerskin boots. After running for two hours in a row, the little monk was panting heavily, and his feet looked weak. The gap in strength made the little monk unable to compete with the old monk at all.

"Haha! Amitabha, I just want to shave your hair, not make you a monk!"

The old monk waved his big sleeves and drew the distance closer again. He laughed out loud.

"Humph! How dare you lie to me! Even a fool knows that it is to be a monk. I have been shaved by you for 14 years. This time, I said that I don't want to be a monk. Ah... you are shameless again. You said that you only used three levels of cultivation." The little monk, who was still on the screen, suddenly heard the sound of clothes tearing through the air behind him. His face suddenly changed, and he once again ran down with all his strength.

"Brat, how dare you wrongly accuse me of being kind. In the past 14 years, if I hadn't shaved your hair, you would have been like Big Huang, full of parents jumping all over your body..." The little monk was exhausted, and he could once again stimulate the speed of his potential improvement, which made the old monk very happy.

"You're lying. The dog won't have any nuts. You must have secretly put them in Big Huang's body! Even if you say it's a big day today, I won't obediently go back with you to shave them!" The little monk, who was already at the end of his rope, was exhausted, but his stubbornness made him determined not to admit defeat. In order not to shave off the hair on his head, he tried his best. Therefore, the little monk suddenly stopped and shouted, "Old baldy, take one of my Shaolin Arhat Fists!"

"Haha, look at my palm!"

"Despicable, a child worships Buddha!"

"Amitabha, I'll break you with my Flower-pinching Finger!"

"Damn it, Dragon-subduing and Tiger-subduing Fist!"

"Hehe, The Buddha's Palm!"

"Damn it, all I used was Shaolin's entry-level Kung Fu, but you used 72 supreme arts!" After just a few encounters, the little monk was beaten black and blue by the old monk, and he sat on the ground in disbelief and said shamelessly.

"Oh, if you have the ability, why don't you show me?" The old monk smiled cunningly.

"Humph! You're just trying to make me angry. If you want to practice the 72 Ultimate Arts, you must have the capability of 60 years old. I'm only 14 years old. How can I practice it?" Xiao Hen's nose almost twisted out of anger.

"Amitabha, didn't you show off to me yesterday? You said that your strength had increased a lot and that you've practiced the Heaven Holding Divine Skill..."

The old monk chuckled.

"I... I'm the one who told you that I can go down the mountain and ride a tiger once I master the Heaven Holding Divine Skill!"

The little monk said proudly.

"Haha! Idiot, there are so many tigers in the world. Can you ride them?" The old monk laughed in his heart. The enlightenment was very effective.

"Damn it, old baldy, don't say I'm stupid. There are clouds in the art of war. Before catching the enemy, we must capture the king. As long as I ride the tiger king first, the other tigers won't dare to eat me."

The little monk said with a thoughtful look.

"Haha! Stinky brat, if you want to ride on the tiger king, you have to show some skills, right? You can't even defeat the old procures. What qualifications do you have to ride on it?" The old monk urged.

"My... tonight's contest is unfair!"

Being speechless, the little monk said with grievance.

" be fair? There is no so-called fairness in the world. The enemy won't talk about fairness with you. The real fairness is the respect of strength! Amitabha, I'm talking nonsense!" Seeing the little monk's aggrieved eyes, the old monk's eyes flashed and he said sincerely.

"I don't care. I won't shave myself no matter what!" The little monk seemed to understand, but he still remembered that the old monk was going to shave himself.

"Alas! Well, I won't do it for you today, but I will punish you!" Looking at the sky, the old monk nodded and showed a very evil expression.

"Humph, I knew something bad was going to happen. Two of them!"

Seeing the old monk's expression, the little monk looked sad. He reached out his hand to touch his precious hair and stretched out two fingers reluctantly.

"10!"

The old monk obviously didn't want to do that, so he said rudely.

"F*ck, you'd better rob them. There can't be more than three of them!"

The little monk was so angry that he rolled his eyes and said with hatred.

"Eight!"

The old monk shook his head as if he was happy to see his disciple go crazy.

"You're ruthless. I'll accept four of them."

The little monk couldn't wait to rush up and bite the old monk.

"Six!"

The old monk stretched out his chubby right hand, big and small fingers, and made six postures.

"Five. I can't get any more!"

Like a defeated rooster, the little monk waved his hand and stretched out his five fingers.

"Deal! Haha!"

The old monk was overjoyed at the success of the extortion. He picked up the little monk with his hand and floated away with his toes touching the ground. His speed was several times faster than when he came here...

An hour later, the gate of an old shabby temple on the mountainside was kicked open. The little monk, who carried a bow and arrow on his back, came out dejectedly, followed by a yellow-haired dog. It raised its little face, which had been painted green, and looked at the towering Moon Cave Mountain in front of it. After tidying up its luggage, it found that it had fallen completely. The little monk waved his hand and ordered, "Da Huang, the task is very arduous. Do you have confidence?"

"Woof! Woof..." The dog, who was called big yellow, obviously understood human nature. It leaned against the little monk's leg and barked twice...

"Okay! Let's go..." The little monk leaned over and touched the head of the big yellow dog. Then he took the lead to climb along the mountain road to the top of the mountain. The man and the dog soon disappeared into the depths of the forest. The door that was kicked open by the little monk moved automatically and slowly closed...

In the middle of the night...

A flame was burning on the top of the mountain. Looking from a distance, she thought it was a ghost fire. But when she looked closer, she found that someone was roasting a pheasant.

"Da Huang is very brave tonight. The fatest one belongs to you!"

There were two roasted wild pheasants on the fire. The little monk picked up one and threw it to the big yellow dog next to him. Then he took one and sniffed it. He was very satisfied that his cooking skills had improved. Then he tore off a chicken leg and wolfed it down.

After being chased by the old monk for two hours, he was forced to go up the mountain and beat seven pheasants. The little monk was hungry and tired. In less than ten minutes, the whole chicken was eaten and only its butt was left. The little monk looked at the big yellow with its long tongue and stared at the chicken butt in his hand, drooling. He smiled evilly and said, "Da Huang, I'll give you this chicken butt. I'll go to sleep first. You have to keep watch at night and don't let the tiger eat me..."

"Woof! Woof..."

Feeling sleepy, the little monk fell asleep on the stone behind him.

At the same time, Chang'e Nine completed the mission of climbing to the moon and returned to Earth!

No one noticed that after No. 9 Heavenly Palace entered the atmosphere, a faint blue starlight separated from the spaceship and streaked across the night sky like a meteor. It was in the direction of the Moon Cave Mountain.

"Woof..."

Da Huang, who was still biting the chicken's bones, suddenly made a alert sound. In an instant, he was so scared that he crouched on the ground with his tail between his legs.

On the Moon Cave Mountain, a woman in white fell from the sky. Her hair was in a wind bun and her hair was exposed. She swept her eyes and brows lightly. Her skin was as soft as jade and soft, and her cherry lips were red. Two strands of black hair gently brushed against her cheeks with the wind, adding a unique charm to her. She wore a long white dress...

Beautiful!

She was so beautiful, so beautiful that she could seduce people's souls. She was so beautiful that even an immortal would be moved by her beauty...