C1090 Mute conundrum guanyin concealment

"Humph!" I can't learn anything from that kid! "Speak."

"Those five b * tches, they belong to me!" Sun Wukong pointed to the Chu Ling s and shouted.

"The five of them are the masters of the Purple Bamboo Forest, and even this poor monk is here to stay. Buddha wants to take care of them, and next year, I shall go beg the God Father …"

At the same time, under the Bodhi tree in the garden