[Journey to the West] Wearing the tight hoop of the Great Sage

◎My lord, you want to play me to death. ◎

Sun Wukong carried the yellow-haired marten and arrived at Mount Sumeru in a short time.

At this moment, Huang Mao already knows who he is messing with, no matter how many years he has practiced, whether his practice is deep or shallow, who has never heard of the Monkey King who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace?

He was terrified in his heart, and was apprehensive about being caught. He was afraid that the Great Sage would kill him if he didn't want to, so he said cautiously: "The little one has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, and he provoked you. Your lord doesn't remember the faults of villains. Forgive the little one."

After finishing his soft words, seeing that Sun Wukong ignored him, he moved the Buddha out again: "The Buddha knew that the little one made a mistake, but the crime did not warrant death, so he didn't ask King Kong to take the little one, and allowed the little one to practice here, with spiritual power Bodhisattva Ji is in charge... It is not easy for the small ones to cultivate, so please do it, the great sage, and save the small ones for life..."

Sun Wukong smiled: "Dare to use Tathagata to suppress me, do you think your life is too long?"

When the yellow hair heard it, it was broken!

The Buddha kept Sun Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain for 500 years. There must be many conflicts between the two. How could he forget this? !

He wanted to change his words but it was too late.

Sun Wukong held Huangmao's head, stood in the midair of Mount Sumeru, and swung him up, one circle, two circles... Huangmao's scalp was pulled up, and his eyes were hanging, looking very funny.

The monks below looked up and said, "Look, what is that?"

Before the words were finished, there was a sudden movement, and the yellow hair with stars in his eyes was thrown out by Monkey King, and fell hard on the pillars of the Taoist platform of Xiaoxumi Mountain.

boom--

The pillar was torn apart, Huangmao spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to maintain the human form anymore, and showed his true colors.

Those monks gathered around: "It's a rat spirit."

Someone seemed to recognize Huangmao: "Eh? Isn't it the yellow-haired marten that escaped from Lingshan? Why..."

Monkey King didn't seem to be relieved, he stretched out his palm and made a grabbing motion, and saw the dying yellow hair slowly flying into the air, and he grabbed it in his hand again with his tail.

The monk who had talked with Sun Wukong before recognized him and hurriedly saluted him, "Dare to ask the Great Sage, what does this mean?"

Now that the bodhisattva has not returned, and the great sage has a serious face, if something happens, who can restrain him.

The monks realized that the situation was not good, and swallowed nervously.

While observing the movement above, they quietly changed positions and formed a formation.

Sun Wukong looked down and saw that these monks were interesting, so why not play with them.

He shook the yellow-haired tail to wake it up.

"Open your eyes, and then pretend to be dizzy and kill you."

Huang Mao woke up immediately, and flapped his paws: "The great sage, spare me, the little one doesn't dare."

"Don't you know how to manipulate the wind?" Sun Wukong said, "Let me see if I can use another one."

He said with a wicked smile: "Blow those monks to the sky, and Grandpa Sun will spare your life."

Yellow-haired mink: "..."

Blow, blow Lingji Bodhisattva's disciples to the sky?Dasheng, you want to play me to death.

The yellow-haired marten was heartbroken, his life was in the hands of the Great Sage, and he dared not refuse.

Sun Wukong sat on the cloud, saw Huang Mao wagging his tail and pouted——

call--

The howling wind swept across the stage.

The monks shouted: "Not good! Quickly invite Bodhisattva Lingji... ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was swept up by the wind.

One of the monks took a horse stance, shook the ground out of the cracks with his feet, and shouted: "Zheng Qi!"

I saw a large "卍" formation rising from the Taoist platform, humming, and suppressing the gust of yellow hair.

Huangmao spat out a mouthful of blood: "The Great Sage, the Great Sage is too small..." He couldn't beat him.

Sun Wukong stood up slowly: "I will resist them, you just blow hard to overturn Lingji's dojo."

With that said, he flew out.

The golden cudgel suddenly became several times bigger, and hit heavily on the "卍" seal.

This stick is very powerful, the energy from the collision forms a circle and spreads out in all directions, and the monsters with a radius of thousands of miles are stunned and fall to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Lingji, who was listening to Zen in the South China Sea, suddenly opened his eyes, "Not good!"

The monks were shaken away, and the formation could no longer be maintained.

The strong wind swept over the stones and sand in the surrounding forest, and for a while, the monks cried out in agony.

***

"swastika--"

The howling wind was turbulent for a while, and the rolled up sand was frozen in the air. The yellow-haired marten's eyes rolled around, and he found that he couldn't move.

"Great Saint."

A thick voice sounded, and the voice arrived before the person arrived.

After a while, a golden light flew from the south, and Sun Wukong took a closer look. He was wearing a ribbon, with a kind face, curly hair, a white hair between his eyebrows, and a jade crown on his head. He was Lingji Bodhisattva.

"Hahaha, Great Sage." His voice came from far to near: "I haven't seen you for many years, so don't come here without any problems."

"Hmph." Sun Wukong carried the golden cudgel on his shoulders: "It's not as comfortable as Lingji Bodhisattva."

Lingji: "Oh? How do you say that?"

Sun Wukong said: "You let the monster make trouble and ignore it, and you want Lao Sun to clean it up for you. Now that the monster has committed a crime on you, do you care?"

He snapped his fingers, and the immobilized yellow hair was able to move in an instant, and the strong wind that was too late to stop started to make trouble again, blowing the little Sumeru Mountain into dust.

Lingji's eyelids twitched, and he cursed in his heart that Guanyin insisted on pulling him to teach Zen, and he was not allowed to meddle in this matter.

Fortunately, this monkey didn't use his usual reasoning, and even brought a yellow-haired marten to smash his place.

The disciples below were in a panic, huddled together for fear of being blown away by the wind, and they were all waiting for his help.

Lingji sighed, conjured a brown pill out of thin air, raised his hand and flicked it into the yellow-haired marten's mouth.

The yellow-haired marten took a meal, but before he could taste anything, the pill melted in his mouth, and he couldn't spit it out even if he wanted to vomit.

The gust of wind stopped abruptly, Huang Mao pinched his throat, and suddenly lost the ability to control the gust of wind.

Sun Wukong shook his head for a while, thinking he was bored, and asked, "What did you feed him?"

Lingji changed the yellow hair back to its original form, threw it to his disciples, and said, "Dingfengwan. The Tathagata once gave me one to cure this rat spirit."

"Oh?" Sun Wukong sneered: "Since you have prepared for it, why did you let him go? He almost ate Tang Sanzang, so the account must be settled."

Lingji knew that the monkey not only wanted to make trouble, but also wanted to get some benefits from him.

He had no choice but to reluctantly part with the vines he had planted for thousands of years.

***

Jin Wushu hugged the trunk of the vine: "Wow, these grapes are still shining with gold."

Monkey King said: "Eat more little tights, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation."

Jin Wushu nodded: "Yeah." He raised his hand and picked a bunch of grapes to eat.

Now he can communicate with the great sage with his mind without using the sound transmission talisman.

In particular, his soul and hoop are slowly merging, and in time, when they are completely fused, he will be able to truly take shape, so don't you need to eat more to make up for it.

***

Going back to the original place and finding Tang Sanzang and others, Sun Wukong didn't say much, he only said that the monster had already subdued the law and could no longer come out to make trouble.

Only then did Tang Sanzang breathe a sigh of relief and feel relieved.

Ao Lie stared at the top of his round head, thinking that the little monk must be frightened.In the future, he can't leave again, and he needs to be guarded all the time.

The master and apprentice had enough rest, and continued to get up and go on the road.

It took nearly two months just to cross the mountains.It wasn't until the end of summer and early autumn that they set foot on the smooth road.

One day, Zhu Bajie was walking in front. Seeing the waves churning in the distance and the refracted sunlight glaring, he squinted his eyes and shouted, "Look, Master, there is a river ahead."

A few people walked to the river, and found that there was no wind and the waves were very big.

The river stretches as far as the eye can see, and there is not even a boatman.

Tang Sanzang got off his horse and said, "There are no boats here, how can we cross the river?"

Zhu Bajie said: "What's so difficult about this? Eldest brother carried you on his back, and he passed in one tumble."

Ao Lie turned back into a human, coughed and said, "I'll carry you there with my original body, and it will be very fast."

Zhu Bajie nodded: "That's right, Little White Dragon's ability to soar into the sea is not bad..."

Unexpectedly, Tang Sanzang waved his hand and said: "No. I have to go through hardships on the road to obtain the scriptures, and I can't walk by your magic power."

Zhu Bajie curled his lips: "Then there is no other way, unless Master swims over."

Monkey King took a look: "This river is eight hundred miles wide." It means that the little monk can't swim across.

Sun Wukong can see thousands of miles away at a glance, and he has long seen that there are no people or boats near the whole river, but Tang Sanzang does not believe in evil.

The few people had no choice but to let him walk along the river to see if there were any boatmen around.

Until they saw a stone tablet on a shore, engraved with four lines of small characters:

"Eight hundred quicksands, three thousand weak water depths. Goose feathers can't float, and reed flowers must be low."①

Monkey King suddenly said: "There is something wrong here, Ao Lie, take Master away."

While speaking, there was a "bang" on the river surface, and a red-haired monster sprang out from it.

The red-haired monster was holding a treasure staff, with a string of skulls hanging in front of him, and his red hair was messy, looking like a monster.

He seemed to be staring at Tang Sanzang at a glance, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Ao Lie took Tang Sanzang's hand, felt his palm was cold, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, he was hit by a stick, and his cold hand slipped from between his fingers. Tang Sanzang had already been taken away by that monster.

In a hurry, Ao Lie turned into a white dragon and dived into the river——

Zhu Bajie was stunned, looked at Sun Wukong's hand on his shoulder, and asked in surprise, "Brother, big brother? Why didn't you stop that monster..." Instead, you stopped me?

Sun Wukong withdrew his hand and said after a while, "I want the little monk to practice his courage."

Zhu Bajie was speechless: "Practice, practice courage? Then you just reminded Ao Lie to take Master away from the river?"

Sun Wukong said silently: "I just changed my mind." Then he said again: "You go down and bring Ao Lie back?"

Pig Bajie: "..."

Are you still a person?

The author says:

① "Eight hundred quicksands, three thousand weak water depths. Goose feathers can't float, and reed flowers will be low." - "Journey to the West" Chapter 22

Sun Wukong: The courage training plan is just the beginning.

Zhu Bajie: Are you still a human being?

Little tight hoop: The great sage is a monkey, a god monkey.

Tang Sanzang: Children are afraid

Ao Lie: Little monk, I will protect you

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