Journey to the West: Leopard Head Mountain Entertainment Company

He ran until he was awakened from his dream by his apprentices, but Tang Sanzang was surprised to find that after the exhausting exercise in the dream, his strength in reality had increased somewhat.

... ... ...

A dream like yellow beams is like a Buddha's dream of Spring and Autumn. According to legend, the Buddha can practice in his dream, and overnight, he can feel the lives of hundreds of families and experience thousands of generations.

But with the [mind's eye], Tang Sanzang has achieved a great supernatural power that only the Buddha can comprehend!

This discovery shocked him unceasingly, and in the middle of the night, he came to the dreamland again.

If you waste time in your dream, you will be empty when you wake up, but if you practice Buddhism in your dream, the effort will be applied to your body, and you will not be able to bear the burden of hard work.

In this way, spring goes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer goes.

Tang Sanzang traveled westward during the day, and practiced [Physical Degrees] diligently in his sleep at night.

From tens of millions of catties, to hundreds of millions of catties, to hundreds of millions of catties... the iron chains on his body became heavier and heavier, and the mountains dragged behind him became bigger and bigger.

In the dream, he moved mountains and squatted, carried mountains to do push-ups, and struggled against the drag of thousands of chains to do sit-ups...

Year after year, day after day.

If the length of a night's dream is compared to a year, then Tang Sanzang has been practicing in his dream for nearly a thousand years.

His dripping sweat can gather into a big river, and the length of the road he has run can only be counted in units of hundreds of millions of miles. Under the pain of tearing muscles again and again, he roared and tried his best to break through the limit.

Until the physical body once again entered the bottleneck and was unable to break through for a long time, he began to calm down and try to practice [Physicalization] from another angle.

For example, how to keep the soles of your feet from falling on the ground without crushing flowers and plants under full force, or how to make your palms touch the rock wall when lifting a mountain, and what kind of uniform force can you apply so that the mountain will not be crushed? Rock pressure fracture and so on.

In this lackluster, repetitive dream.

Not only has Tang Sanzang's strength improved by leaps and bounds, but his control over the physical body has also become more nuanced. At the same time, he also tried to incarnate the Buddha's shamanism in his dreams, to use his will to fight against the force that goes straight to the soul and wants to destroy everything. ferocious.

Tang Sanzang seemed to have forgotten the passage of time after repeated mental collisions, painful exercises and exhaustion, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

He had been so tired countless times that he couldn't straighten his back, and he had been torn apart by the flesh that penetrated into the soul, and he groaned in pain. In this silent passage, not only his flesh was strong, but also ...that mortal Zen mind.

'Brother Yu, before heading west, do you have any unspoken wishes? '

'To save others first, to save yourself, in all kinds of situations, don't forget your original intention! '

'Remember...with great power comes great responsibility...'

In a daze, Tang Sanzang's voice flashed in Tang Sanzang's mind, and the abbot's teachings rang out, as well as the dying instructions of the old man "Li Muzhi" who was killed by bandits in order to protect him.

Until the amiable warm voice of the old man floated by my ears again.

"Sanzang, do you still remember what I told you about the 'Distribution of the Buddha's Sword'?"Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people!As long as you are not ashamed of the world and all living beings, then move forward bravely, because it is your choice to be who you are, and the only thing you have to uphold is to be worthy of your heart! '

It is your choice to be who you are.

If I can, I want to... be a person who can save all living beings and protect the common people!

……

Clearness emerged in his eyes, and Tang Sanzang, who had turned into a Buddha-shaman, vibrated his twelve golden arms like wings of light, and swung his fists at Styx without hesitation!eight.

Chapter 537 Don't Get Up Again

The punch was unremarkable.

It didn't distort the space, and it didn't shake the universe, and even the wind didn't startle it when it was waved.

But it was such an unremarkable punch, but Styx's expression was slightly condensed, and he never dared to block with his big hand like before.

With a thought in his mind, the turbid smell around him seemed to have life, and it turned into a giant blood-colored dragon coiling around the world, opened its scarlet mouth, and swallowed Tang Sanzang in one gulp.

faint golden glow,

Darker than blood.

But it was only dim for a moment, and this golden light suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance. The huge Buddha's witch image, which was tens of feet tall, roared angrily, and the twelve giant arms burst out with earth-shattering power, resisting With the fishy current of oppression.

Under the shocking gaze of Honghaier, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing and other little monsters, the bloody giant dragon hovering in the sky was torn apart by Tang Sanzang. The body turned into a blood mist that permeated the entire withered pine stream.

"One Three Three" is placed in this hell-like blood curtain. The golden Buddha's witch figure is like a sun star rising in the sea of ​​blood, emitting light and heat. Wherever it passes, the blood color gradually fades away. !

"The bald donkeys taught by the West must be stupid. With the strength of Tang Sanzang, how can there be a secret protection from the Heavenly Court Buddhism?"

Feeling the increasingly tyrannical power of the Buddha's shaman, Minghe's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help curling his lips.

In fact, this question is not only his doubt, but also the doubt of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Blood curtain barrier, sealing the sky and locking the earth, and isolating the mind of the gods. After Styx tied Tang Monk and his party into the Huoyun Cave, Guanyin Bodhisattva has been sitting in the forest, waiting for rescue, no... it should be enlightening Buddhism. .

Tang Sanzang is the most important part of the layout of the Buddhist scriptures in the West. If something happens to him, the plan for the great prosperity of Buddhism can only be reincarnated.

When she first saw Styx attacking Tang Sanzang, Avalokitesvara was very apprehensive. She was well aware of Styx's style of going her own way, and she was afraid that the Ashura leader would accidentally crush the Buddhist monk to death, which would delay the great prosperity of Buddhism.

But fortunately, no matter how unscrupulous Styx acted, it was related to the will of the Taoist ancestors, the movement of the heavens, and the calamity of the sage's son, after all, he remained calm and did not mess around, and did not intend to really kill Tang Sanzang.

Because he just wanted to kill Monkey King.

Guanyin Bodhisattva is puzzled as to why Styx wants to kill the monkey, and how Sun Wukong, who has no intersection with him and no entanglement with cause and effect, offended this half-step Hunyuan power.

She wanted to intervene and quell Styx's murderous intentions towards Monkey King, but Tang Sanzang's change immediately made her speechless in astonishment.

"--Roar!"

The witch figure of Buddha, which is tens of feet long, stands on the ground. Its thick and huge soles land on the flowers and plants all over the ground, and they just bend them a little. Just like this Buddha figure, it is just a mass of cloud and mist as heavy as silk. .

However, the scene of tearing apart the giant dragon in the sea of ​​blood was so shocking.

Guanyin Bodhisattva knows very well that this is not the full strength of Styx. After all, the full strength of Daluo cultivator can make the earth and fairy world shake endlessly, not to mention the ancestor Styx who is beyond the quasi-sage and is almost mixed.

In this narrow withered pine stream that stretches for only a few thousand miles, maybe because of concern for the safety of the red boy, the turbid stream of blood that can instantly turn the Taiyi Jinxian into foul-smelling poisonous water did not hurt them in the slightest.

Except for Sha Wujing who used his spiritual sense to perceive the turbidity flow due to his "short experience", and then was so stimulated by the strong blood energy that he screamed with his head in his arms, no one was injured in the whole Huoyun Cave.

"This power..."

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva opened his sandalwood mouth slightly, looking up at Tang Sanzang flying to the sky in surprise.

Even she, a quasi-holy monk who had already beheaded her body, was horrified by the explosive power of the Buddha's witch figure. She had seen Jin Chanzi before, so she knew very well that even if Jin Chanzi came back to life , and absolutely not as fierce and fierce as Tang Seng in front of him!

boom!

The Buddha's sorcerer threw his fist at Styx, and he saw that Styx raised his finger lightly, and leaned out in several ways, making the Buddha's sorcerer fly backwards at a faster speed than flying.

The huge figure fell to the ground, and the treasure had a strange appearance, and the eyes were full of fierce Buddha appearance. Its arms trembled together, and it abruptly stopped the momentum.

In this narrow withered pine stream, fearing that the aftermath of the battle would affect the lives of singing birds and beasts in the forest, not only the Styx River has been restrained, but also the Buddha's shamanism has been restrained.

But different from Styx, the convergence of the Buddha's shamanism is not to control the power, but to concentrate all the power in one point without dispersing the rest.

In other words, that seemingly ordinary fist, even in the eyes of the little monsters, will give birth to a fist with the illusion of "I can catch it too", and the power contained in it can be called devastating!

That fist is full of Tang Sanzang's will, which can lock the monks and make them inevitable!

However, with Styx's unruliness, facing an ant, even if he has the ability to avoid it, he definitely doesn't bother to dodge it.

The Buddha's shaman, who was blown away, went against the current and the blood, and attacked the Styx again.

Accompanied by a loud bang, as expected, Tang Sanzang was pushed back by Styx again.

"Why don't you have a long memory? Well, if you like to torture yourself, then I will beat you until you can no longer stand up!"

Looking at the rotten flesh corroded by the filth of the sea of ​​blood, and the shining Buddha's light, Minghe raised his hand, with five fingers, as if the supreme celestial power descended from the sky, and poured down on Tang Seng... ..

Playing tricks on the ants, beating those self-proclaimed fortitude to collapse and begging for mercy is a fun thing Styx used to do.

With Tang Sanzang's current strength, even if he looks at the Three Realms, he can be called a "Mighty One" well-deservedly, but there is still a gap between a Mighty One and a Mighty One.

In the current situation, Tang Sanzang has the strength to fight or even kill any early quasi-sage monk, but unfortunately...his opponent is Styx.

boom!

In the face of Styx's oppressive feeling like a moat, Tang Sanzang was like a small boat in the huge waves. He was knocked down by Styx, but soon he stood up again.

boom!

When Minghe saw Tang Sanzang standing up, he smiled coldly and knocked him down again.

As expected, the monk stood up again.

boom!

In this regard, Styx is still indifferent and ruthless.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom……

Once, twice, three times, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times...

Between you and Hu Hu, it is already thousands of people!

Under the dumbfounded red boy and the silent gaze of the group of monsters, Tang Sanzang was knocked down again and again, but this monk was always able to face the pressure and stand up again.

Even though the Dharma image was eroded by the turbid flow, the flesh and blood were blurred, the bones were torn and oppressed, and the precious light of oppression was dim, but Tang Sanzang was like a cluster of tenacious flames, no matter how crumbling it was, it still burned and never extinguished.

"This monk... isn't he afraid of pain?"

The little monsters in Huoyun Cave couldn't bear to look at Tang Seng who was covered in bruises under the hands of the Great King.

"Master!! Don't stand up again!! Get down!"

Zhu Bajie stomped his feet anxiously, he always thought Tang Sanzang was stupid, but he never thought that this monk would be so stupid.

The black-robed powerhouse has already said that he will be beaten until he can't stand up, so Tang Sanzang just needs to fall to the ground and don't get up again. The matter of the opponent... right! ?

Facing this mighty man who makes even Guanyin fearful, this is the only way Zhu Bajie can think of to keep Tang Sanzang.

But what Zhu Bajie didn't know was that the current mood of that powerful man in black robe...was also very bad.

Styx found it interesting to defeat Tang Sanzang for the first time.

The second time is still very interesting, but after a hundred, a thousand, three thousand times...

"Damn donkey...why are you still standing up?"

Looking at the ground, it was Tang Sanzang who stood up tremblingly for the thousandth time, Minghe's face darkened, feeling inexplicably 'tired'.

"The benefactor... don't... hurt Wukong...".

Chapter 538 The Back

· Falling over and over again.

Standing up again and again.

This is a boring and painful cycle, but for Tang Sanzang, he has already experienced countless times like this.

In that thousand-year dream, he got rid of distracting thoughts and devoted himself to practicing [physical degree of transformation] supernatural powers. In order to comprehend the "power of mind" that his grandfather said, he practiced hard and worked hard.

With an indescribable weight on his back, he did push-ups, squats in place, sit-ups and extreme sprints without distance over and over again.

Compared to the painful exercise that has been repeated trillions of times... enduring muscle soreness and tearing growth, these few and thousands of falls and then standing up are nothing more than a little bit of wind and frost.

In Tang Sanzang's eyes, the terrifying coercion of the black-robed man was just a big mountain, a mountain that was heavier than the peaks and peaks he lifted during his previous practice.

In his opinion, that boundless killing intent was just a tempering, a spiritual collision with the Buddha and witches as usual, but this time the collision was very strong and lasted longer.

"Benefactor... Wukong is my disciple..."

"Enough! If you continue talking, I will kill you as well!"

The corner of Ming He's mouth twitched, interrupting Tang Sanzang's words in disgust.

Because he can already think of what this bald donkey will say next, it is nothing more than the mediocre words of "Don't kill my disciple, please stop the benefactor" and so on repeated in 09.

However, disgusted and disgusted, seeing Tang Sanzang's disgusting energy to keep getting up from the ground even though his body was covered with bruises, Ming He admitted that the tenacity of this bald donkey is indeed commendable, but that's all.

"No, it won't be...Because the benefactor has never had any ill intentions towards the poor monk in his heart from the beginning to the end. You have no intention of hurting the poor monk. After entering the cave, the benefactor will treat the poor monk with courtesy, even if it is not It’s from the heart...but the poor monk knows that the benefactor didn’t intend to embarrass me, my master and my disciples..."

The golden brilliance of the Buddha's shaman is dim, with a pair of eyes without pupils, staring at the Styx above the sky, and said seriously:

"Even though we once bound your grandson, you didn't care about us, which shows that the benefactor is generous... So, you might as well tell the poor monk how Wukong provoked you. The poor monk wants to know the cause and effect of this..."

Tang Sanzang's words made all the monsters in the withered pine stream all focus on Styx.

Because it is not only Tang Sanzang who has doubts, but even Honghaier, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, the monsters in Huoyun Cave, and Guanyin Bodhisattva who is watching this place from a distance are also curious about what Sun Wukong did. Only then will it arouse Styx's murderous heart.

As the focus of everyone's attention, Styx's face darkened.

He opened his mouth, hesitant to speak but then stopped, he stopped to speak and then wanted to, after thinking for a while, he decided not to speak.

After all, you can't tell the truth, tell them that you were robbed by that monkey head in the world of Tianshu, you were killed by a monkey once, and then your whole body equipment was blown off by this monkey again, right?

Things like face, Rao even the Blood Sea Styx has to take into account.