Godly System Moralizes the World

After speaking, the golden cudgel suddenly appeared in Monkey King's hands, and then he slammed into the ground.

The ground trembled for a while, and the entire palace seemed to tremble slightly. Numerous cracks appeared on the bluestone under Sun Wukong's feet. With the golden hoop as the center, the bluestone with a radius of tens of meters turned into powder in an instant.

Except for Xuanzang, all the monks gasped when they saw this scene, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"Think about it first, and see if your heads are hard with this bluestone!" Monkey King looked at the high monks below and snorted coldly: "If you can't please my grandson, be careful that my grandson falls On your head!"

Hearing what Sun Wukong said, the faces of the high monks suddenly turned pale. They subconsciously glanced at the powder at the feet of Sun Wukong, and couldn't help but step back two steps.

Although they are Taoist monks, they can't put life and death out of the question. What's more, Sun Wukong is not a good thing to get along with at first sight. If they really go to the west to learn the scriptures with Sun Wukong, if they are a little careless, they will be a soul. The end of a foreign land!

Just now after the blessing of Guanyin, all the hidden injuries in their bodies have been repaired, and they can live for a few more years, and they can't take risks for any Mahayana Buddhism.

Anyway, even if there is no Mahayana Buddhism, the people who suffer are still ordinary people. It has nothing to do with them.

Seeing the performance of a group of eminent monks, Guanyin couldn't help shook his head, but didn't say much, his eyes fell on Xuanzang who was calm and surprised, "Are you not afraid?"

"I'm not afraid," Xuanzang looked at Guan Shiyin and said in a deep voice, "I am Buddha, compassionate. It is the little monk's lifelong dream to save sentient beings. The sweetness is as sweet."

"Then my old grandson will complete you!" As soon as Xuanzang's voice fell, Sun Wukong sneered, and then the golden cudgel in his hand, with a force of ten thousand jun, drew towards Xuanzang's head.

"Presumptuous!" After seeing Monkey King's movements, Guanyin's face was a bit more angry after all, and he threw out the willow branches in his hand, wrapped the golden hoop, and shouted coldly: "Monk Wukong, don't think that the poor monk dare not move you! "

"Only you?" Sun Wukong sneered when he heard the words, and said with disdain: "It's because the old man Tathagata couldn't help my grandson, so you are also my grandson's opponent?"

"What a presumptuous Hohen!" Guanyin's eyes were full of murderous intent, and a strangely shaped metal circle suddenly appeared in her hand, and she threw it towards Monkey King.

Monkey King did not dodge, letting the metal circle fall on his head.

"My old grandson wants to see what you are capable of," Sun Wukong stood there, disdainfully said: "My old grandson is standing here today, see how you can do with my old grandson?"

"Ignorant Hohen," Guan Shiyin saw that there was a little bit of coldness on his face, and he hummed: "What the poor monk threw just now is the curse of the three golden hoops of my Buddhist gold forbidden. You only rely on your copper bars and iron bones. , Being caught in a tightly bound curse, you have to get caught."

"Come!"

After finishing speaking, Guanyin pinched the Jue with one hand, and said solemnly.

As soon as Avalokitesvara's voice fell, the hooping curse on Monkey King's head quickly tightened, shrinking a half circle in the blink of an eye, and then the hooping curse was still shrinking rapidly, seeming to cut Monkey King's head!

Monkey King looked as usual, looked at Guan Shiyin mockingly, and said lightly: "It looks like this tight-fitting curse seems useless."