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Tang Xuanzang did not expect that this demon god would actually become a true immortal and a god in the sky. He immediately felt that he had been disrespectful and worshiped the Tao again.

"The little monk was rude, Tang Xuanzang passed by the great sage!"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, tidied up his appearance, put on a Taoist robe again, and prepared to go westward with Tang Xuanzang.

Sun Wukong glanced at the intact Wuzhi Mountain and then at the east. He was secretly grateful for Taiwei Pure Heavenly Lord's guidance. If he hadn't given him a heads-up and transformed into a divine dragon, how would he have been able to kill the evil corpses and achieve the realm of quasi-sage today?

Since then, although the prehistoric period was vast, he was allowed to roam freely, and even Buddhism did not dare to plot against him at will.

Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang had only traveled a few miles when they encountered a group of bandits. They were the same group of people who led Sun Wukong to start killing in the original book. However, at this time, Sun Wukong was extremely quiet and inactive.

He just used a body-fixing technique and did not harm anyone's lives. He and Tang Sanzang survived this catastrophe without any trouble, leaving the Buddhist people speechless.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was still unwilling to accept it, so she turned into an old woman and pretended to be lost. After Tang Xuanzang kindly sent her home, he gave her a cotton straight skirt and a gold flower hat. It was the infamous golden hoop.

Sun Wukong, who wants to deceive, puts on this hat and puts a shackles on him.

Sun Wukong has a clear mind and profound Taoism. How could he put this hat on his head like the original one? There was a golden light surging deep in his eyes. A golden hoop appeared in his hand. He jumped up and struck the old woman who was transformed into Guanyin.

He smashed it down and said with hatred in his mouth.

"Guanshiyin, you have gone too far to deceive others. I am too lazy to expose you. You actually go to great lengths and want to plot against me. I am afraid that you will lose your mind. I must let you taste my power today!"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was horrified when he heard the words. His body turned into a golden light and he dodged. The Buddha's light flashed and his true body appeared. The willow branch in the jade bottle in his hand was pulled out and he faced Sun Wukong and smashed it again.

The golden cudgel, one soft and the other strong, had a shocking collision. The air wave blew Tang Xuanzang away completely. If he hadn't been saved by the Buddhist Jialan and the protector who were hiding beside him, he would have fallen down long ago.

If it becomes meat sauce, how can we continue to learn from the West?

Sun Wukong has become a saint in the flesh and has unparalleled divine power. Although Guanyin Bodhisattva is not inferior to the Monkey King, he was still hit by the blow. His body was violently retreated, his whole body was shaken, and his body suffered some minor injuries. He recovered immediately, and his Dharma Eyes looked towards him.

The furious Sun Wukong took a deep breath and apologized.

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"Please calm down the Great Sage. This time it was the poor monk who was at fault. I apologize to you. This was a difficulty on the way to the west, but it was not the poor monk who deliberately made things difficult for the Great Sage!"

Sun Wukong just used the topic to let Buddhism know that he is not easy to mess with now and don't plot against him. When he heard that Guanyin Bodhisattva relented, he put away the golden cudgel, the anger on his face disappeared, and he returned to his former calm.

Wisdom, he sneered secretly in his heart, and as soon as he thought about it, he understood: This golden hoop was probably prepared for him who had never cut a corpse before. He wanted to control himself tightly, but he never thought that he could get out of trouble with the guidance of Taiwei Pure Heavenly Lord.

He killed the evil corpse and became a quasi-sage. He was no longer an existence they could plot at will.

Sun Wukong took a deep look at Guanyin Bodhisattva, frowned slightly, and said coldly.

"It's just this once, I won't do it next time, otherwise don't blame me, Old Sun, for flipping the table!"

Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Xuanzang, and Guanshiyin then looked at Tang Xuanzang and took a breath of cold air. If Sun Wukong really killed Tang Xuanzang, the rise of Buddhism would be in trouble. It would be difficult to have such a good opportunity again.

Yes, he quickly promised.

"Please rest assured, Great Sage, there will never be a next time!"

Sun Wukong then nodded, no longer paying attention to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and just stood aside with his eyes closed. Tang Xuanzang then bowed to the Bodhisattva with great piety. Guanyin Bodhisattva comforted Tang Xuanzang with a few words, and then left here on the golden lotus.

But Sun Wukong and Xuanzang of Tang Dynasty traveled together for several days. It was the cold weather in the twelfth lunar month, the wind was strong, the wind was slippery and the ice was freezing. They went on some rugged roads with steep cliffs and steep mountains.

The two walked to a water stream. This place is called Snake Panshan Yingchou Stream. The cliffs are high and the water is fast. It is very dangerous. Tang Xuanzang is riding on a white horse. Sun Wukong does not use any magical powers and just walks on his feet. He is really

Practitioners regard this trip to the West as a spiritual practice. As long as they can overcome the difficulties and reach the West on foot, they will definitely gain profound accumulation, which will be enough to push their realm forward a big step forward. Even if they lose the second

Corpse is not impossible.

The trickling cold pulse passes through the clouds, and the clear blue waves reflect the red sun. The sound shakes the night rain and smells the deep valley, and the colorful hair dazzles the sky. Thousands of waves fly and spray broken jade, and a stream of water roars in the breeze. It flows back to the vast expanse of mist, and the gulls

The egret forgets the fish and never catches it. This poem describes the eagle's melancholy stream.

Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty was riding on a white horse. Although Sun Wukong was following closely behind him, his eyes were closed tightly, his magic skills were operating, and he was focused on practicing. Last time, he defeated Guanyin Bodhisattva and forced her to bow her head and apologize, which fully proved the importance of strength.

Sex, so Sun Wukong is not willing to waste any time, even in the process of rushing, he still practices magic power.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong opened his eyes. There was a golden light deep in his eyes. He looked at the water below Yingchou Stream with a half-smile. Sure enough, he saw a white divine dragon rushing out of the water, rising into the air, and opening its bloody mouth.

A fishy smell overflowed, and with a sudden thrust of his head, he swallowed the white horse under Tang Xuanzang's seat, and then got back into the water, extremely quickly.

Although Sun Wukong was able to stop him, there was no movement at all. He just watched quietly. He had long seen that the white dragon had no intention of harming Tang Xuanzang. He was clearly deliberately showing mercy, fearing that it would be another disaster arranged by Buddhism.

, so I’m too lazy to take action.

Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty had a delicate skin, tender flesh, and little courage. He fell directly on the white horse and fell to the ground. He was smashed to pieces and had stars in his eyes. Sun Wukong did not step forward to help him.

Tang Xuanzang seemed to have received a huge blow, and a teardrop actually oozed from the corner of his eye. Sun Wukong couldn't help but despise the monk's pampering. It was really disgusting to shed tears for such a small thing.

How could Sun Wukong be such a proud man, so he could not tolerate the monk's cowardice, and suddenly reprimanded him.

"Take back the tears from the corners of your eyes. How can a man be so whiny and disgusting?"

Tang Xuanzang heard Sun Wukong's scolding, and remembered that Sun Wukong had great supernatural powers, and even the Bodhisattva was no match for him. He did not dare to cry anymore, so he could only hold back his tears in grievance and sighed.
Chapter completed!