From the black robe, the battle of the heavens begins

But it is precisely because of this that Sun Wukong feels more and more disgusted with this Buddhist magic.

This Buddhist magic seems to be compassionate, but it actually hides a mystery.

Not only did it unknowingly destroy the demon power that Sun Wukong had accumulated for hundreds of years, but it also made him unable to get angry, and he felt that a little power was nothing.

Especially the old woman Guanyin Bodhisattva, who wanted to pass on the tight hoop curse to Tang Seng before leaving.

Even if Sun Wukong used his butt to think, he could guess the real intention behind her move,

which was nothing more than wanting to alienate the close relationship between the master and the disciple.

Faced with such a naked conspiracy, Sun Wukong knew it but could do nothing.

After all, when a person's life and death is completely controlled by others, even if the relationship between them is indestructible, some unspeakable barriers will inevitably grow quietly in the depths of their hearts.

At this moment, Sun Wukong has undoubtedly developed such an unsettling knot in his heart.

However, these are just the clues that Sun Wukong has noticed through his own observations and understandings.

You know, how could the Buddhist sect give up so easily in order to completely subdue a powerful and unruly demon like Sun Wukong?

The seemingly ordinary tight hoop curse actually hides mysteries, and contains unfathomable methods.

This tight hoop curse is not only intended to eradicate the ego beast in the depths of Sun Wukong's heart,

but more importantly, it can tightly bind Sun Wukong's mind root.

The so-called mind root refers to the root of a person who can know the true meaning of cognition.

Because it can produce various conscious cognitions of the world, it is called the mind root.

The essence of the mind root is actually the unique consciousness of each person.

Now, this crucial mind root is closely connected with the golden hoop, which is tantamount to the Buddhist sect controlling Sun Wukong's entire consciousness system.

The Buddhist sect only needs to recite the spell lightly to make Sun Wukong's consciousness fall into self-punishment and self-torture.

This method is just like the Buddhist practice of taming elephants.

When the baby elephants were still young, the monks tied them with a thin hemp rope.

No matter how hard the baby elephants struggled, they could not break free from the rope, and every time the baby elephants struggled, they would be whipped with the rope.

Over time, this sense of powerlessness and pain was deeply imprinted in the consciousness of the baby elephants.

Even when they grew up and became extremely strong, they still believed in their subconscious that no matter how hard they tried, they could not break the thin rope that once trapped them,

and as long as the rope moved, they had to follow it, otherwise they would feel pain.

In the final analysis, it was with this seemingly insignificant physical method that Buddhism left an indelible mark on the mind root and achieved precise control of the target mind root.

Of course, all of these are just backdoors.

At least on the surface, the golden hoop is just a magic weapon to help Sun Wukong restrain his inner restlessness, eliminate distractions and eliminate the six thieves.

Moreover, as long as Sun Wukong can successfully reach the West and obtain the true scriptures, someone will remove the golden hoop for him and grant him the lofty status of Buddha.

At this moment, looking at Sun Wukong being tortured and controlled by the golden hoop, Tang Sanzang's heart is full of pity and helplessness, but he deeply feels the insignificance and insufficiency of his own power.

After all, with their current strength, it is really difficult to compete with them.

What's more, Tang Sanzang knows that his Buddhist practice has not yet reached the perfect state, and there are still many defects and shortcomings.

With his current strength, when facing a powerful existence like Guanyin Bodhisattva, he seems to be powerless and has no power to fight back.

Therefore, the only way before them is to unswervingly embark on this long and arduous journey to the West.

Only after going through many hardships, constantly accumulating experience and strength, and letting one's Dharma be fully tempered and improved until it finally reaches perfection, can one have enough confidence to fight against the Buddhas in the sky!

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After suffering the terrifying beating from Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tang Sanzang, who was originally full of ambition and high spirits, instantly became like a deflated ball, and the whole person was listless.

He turned back into the cautious and submissive Tang Sanzang, and set out on the journey to the west with Sun Wukong.

At this time, they were like two eggplants hit by frost, moving forward slowly and listlessly.

Along the way, both of them were silent, and no one broke the silence first.

In this way, they walked silently for several days, and the two finally adjusted their mentality slowly.

At the same time, a cliff appeared in front of them, and under the cliff was a winding river. This place was called Yingchoujian.

Although it was a hot summer day, the area around Yingchoujian was covered with ice and snow, and it was extremely cold, as if it had entered the cold winter of December.

The earth and mountains were covered with a thick layer of white frost, and the cold wind whistled past, making bursts of sharp sounds.

Tang Sanzang stood in the icy winter wind, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Suddenly, he keenly noticed that there was a familiar and sad breath in the air, and at the same time, there was a faint humming sound.

That breath made him feel very familiar, but strangely, Tang Sanzang knew very well that he had never met the owner of this breath.

However, that inexplicable sense of familiarity always lingered in his mind and could not be shaken off.

Sun Wukong, who was standing by, was quite familiar with this breath. He frowned and explained to Tang Sanzang in some confusion: "This is the breath of the dragon clan, and it is the dragon clan of the West Sea!

Looking at its purity, it should be the royal family of the dragon clan of the West Sea. But...how could such a noble identity appear in this unknown ditch?

Even if the West Sea was in need of money, it would not abandon a royal family here to suffer. Don't you have any face?"

"Old land, come out!"

Sun Wukong stomped his feet and called out the land of this place. As the saying goes, when you are in doubt, ask the land.

No one in this world knows the local situation better than them.

"Great Sage, be gentle, be gentle!"

After being rejected, the land hurried forward to pay his respects. Although Sun Wukong made a mistake and was punished, and was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain by Tathagata for more than 700 years, his immortal scroll in the Heavenly Palace was not cut.

He is still the superior Monkey King, on the surface he is on equal footing with the Great Heavenly Venerable, so the land god dares not offend him.

Besides, Sun Wukong is such a face-conscious person, for the sake of face, he even dares to beat the Jade Emperor.

If you are disrespectful, he will really beat you up!