The boss of Fast Travel is not a good person all day long

"Little sister! You have tampered with a plot!" 66 jumped up and down anxiously.

"Little sister??"

"Miss, why don't you speak?"

“…”

"father!"

"Huh?" She hung lightly on the branch and swayed her calves.

66:....Hot chicken host!

"Dad, we missed a plot point!" 66 followed the good advice.

"What?" She looked through the mountains into the distance, her eyes empty, as if she couldn't hear anything.

"Dad, originally Sun Wukong had a quarrel with Tang Seng because of killing people and left alone.

Then Tang Monk went to Guanyin and got a tight hoop and a tight hoop curse.

This is used to control the disobedient Sun Wukong, but now, you let him kill the person, so there is no such thing as a quarrel.

If there is a deviation in the plot, dad will be punished! "

"Oh, what kind of punishment?" Bo Jin asked nonchalantly.

66 chuckled, "Dad, it will become ugly!"

snort! Hot chicken host, I can't cure you anymore!

When Bo Jin heard this, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and his murderous intent was directed at 66.

66 was so frightened in space that he almost garbled his words, "Dad, not yet, there is still a chance to make amends!"

"explain."

She took out the small mirror in her arms and looked at it carefully before withdrawing her murderous intention.

66 collapsed weakly on the ground and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"Dad, as long as you can get Sun Wukong to wear the tight hoop again!"

"Oh."

She jumped down from the tree and patted Sun Wukong who was washing peaches.

"Master?" Wukong turned to look at her in confusion.

"Sit down, I heard that you have worn a tight hoop before? Wear it again later." She rubbed Wukong's head, feeling a little pity for the soft hair.

When Sun Wukong heard this, his mind went crazy and he looked at Bo Jin in shock, "Master..."

On this pilgrimage, what he hated and regretted the most was wearing the tight hoop. It was like the Wufeng Mountain that had held him down for five hundred years. It was a shackle and instrument of torture that restricted his freedom.

Wukong was furious, and the years of torture filled his mind for a long time.

He couldn't even remember when he was exposed.

Bo Jin knocked on his head and interrupted his thoughts, "There are traces of going back in time on your body, and I knew it at the first sight.

But no one should be able to see it except me, so you can rest assured.

I will go back and study that 'tight hoop' and make a fake one for you to wear.

When someone chants a mantra, you just pretend to have a headache. This shouldn't be difficult for you. "

Bai Jin does whatever he wants. She likes this little monkey very much, so naturally she won't let him be controlled by others.

"Master, you..." Sun Wukong didn't know what he felt in his heart.

In the past, he was the senior brother, so later on, he protected them.

Now, he is the master's disciple, so the master intends to protect him?

"You should know that I am not him." She had never thought of hiding it from anyone. As for her personality, I'm sorry, I'm not interested!

"The disciple knows!"

How could he not know that the pedantic bald donkey in his previous life insisted on delivering lunch to his door despite his obstruction.

The Buddhas devoured it without sparing a drop of flesh and blood.

But the master in this life is different from the first sight.

She likes meat and wine, and does all the things that her family cannot do.

He likes such a master very much, who does whatever he wants, is free and happy.

"Master, I listen to you."

No matter what, it's just a tight hoop, I, the old man, have never been afraid!

I just hope that Master will not completely disappoint me...

"Can you paint?" she asked, rubbing Sun Wukong's head.

"Know a thing or two."

"Draw down the tight hoop and show it to the teacher." Since he decided to protect him, Bo Jin would never let any mistakes in this matter.

It's just a matter of drawing a tight hoop, which is easy for Wukong.

He would never forget the feeling of a splitting headache until his death.

He will never forget the object that locked all his ideals and freedom.

With anger in his eyes, he vividly presented the tight hoop on the paper stroke by stroke.

Bo Jin took the white paper and stared at it for a long time.

Wukong felt a little nervous, "Master..."

"Don't worry, my teacher just feels a little familiar." As she said that, she destroyed the paper.

An object very similar to a tight hoop was taken out from the space.

The fingertips flashed with white light, and in an instant, the object became exactly the same as the drawing.

Then, she put it away, rubbed her monkey head and said, "In recent days, there have been many suspicions in the West. Do what you should do and come back on time."

Her words were unclear, but Wukong understood them immediately.

"You bald donkey, I, the old man, was kind enough to kill the thief, but you are so ungrateful!" he said angrily.

"Amitabha, Monkey, how can a Buddhist disciple kill a living being? That's all, let's go, the poor monk would rather study alone!" She clasped her hands together, with compassion in her eyes.

"Hmph! Let's go! I, Old Sun, will go back to Huaguo Mountain right now and be my Monkey King!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wukong made a somersault cloud and disappeared into the sky.

At the same time, Arhat, who was secretly observing, quietly left this place.

......

Above the western sky.

"Amitabha, Venerable Supintuo, are you telling the truth?" The Tathagata sat high on the twelve-petal lotus platform, his eyes were slightly lowered, and the Buddha's light was bright.

"Amitabha, I dare not lie even half a word."

"That's all, this monkey has such a nature that it's difficult to discipline him.

Yangliu Guanyin, go and pass on this tight hoop to Tang Monk, so that the monkey head can obey the discipline. "The golden light passed from his hands to the hands of Yangliu Guanyin.

She leaned forward slightly and bowed, "Amitabha, the Lord Buddha is good, and I will definitely fulfill your mission."

......

"Little sister!" 66 tried his best and finally dug a dog hole in the corner of the small black room.

"Huh?" Bai Jin walked to his destination, leaning on his nine-ringed tin staff.

She lay lazily on the big stone, and the scorching sun made her fair and delicate cheeks turn rouge.

Occasionally he smiles, slightly charming.

A peerless demon monk, nothing more than that.

“Miss, why do you want to put me in a dark room???

Do you know how hard it took 66 to dig a hole and escape! "It looked at its almost bald paws and wanted to cry without tears.

"Oh, you can still escape? It seems that the construction of the small black house is not that strong...

It’s better to…”

"Daddy don't want it!"

66 felt that the next words had a 99.9999% chance of being detrimental to it, so it decisively stopped it.

"Ha..." Bo Jin sneered.

66 was so frightened that he quickly rolled back from the dog hole to the small dark room.

"Stop the hole."

66:....I never expected that one day, the little dark room would be the hiding place of my great 66!

sad!Sigh!

It worked hard to repair the hole, secretly plotting in its heart how to completely obliterate this rebellious woman!

snort!

66 is not something to be trifled with either!

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