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

◎Another naturally rebellious guy. ◎

The "old woman" turned to leave on the cloud, only then did Tang Sanzang realize that it was Master Guanyin who gave him the treasure, so he hurriedly bowed to the cloud.

While absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, Jin Wushu concealed it. At this time, the Bodhisattva must have found the Great Sage in the East China Sea and persuaded him to come back.

Sure enough, just as he condensed his spiritual energy, a golden light flashed in the distant sky, "Bang—" dust rose and rocks flew, as if the sky and the earth had changed color, and a big hole was smashed out on the ground.

Leave one person behind.

The man was more than eight feet tall, with a shiny golden armor and cloud boots.The skin visible to the naked eye is covered with a layer of golden monkey hair, a pair of golden eyes are not angry and majestic, and the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, showing a bit of rebelliousness.

He rubbed the bridge of his high nose, and his thin lips curled into a smile, which was dazzling.

Seeing Tang Sanzang sitting silently on the stone pier by the road, he stepped forward and asked, "Master, are you waiting for me?"

The sound is transparent and magnetic, which is really nice.

Only then did Tang Sanzang raise his head and asked him, "Where have you been?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I just went to Donghai to find old friends to catch up."

He put his hands on his hips, obviously not wanting to say more.

Tang Sanzang couldn't help it, knowing that he has the ability to reach the sky, even the East China Sea, which is hundreds of thousands of miles away, he can come and go freely.

Thinking of the treasures given to him by the Bodhisattva, he pondered for a moment and said, "It's a bit harsh for the teacher, don't take it to heart."

He didn't want to lie, he was anxious and restless, he couldn't sit still and stood up again and said: "Wukong, I am a little hungry, there is some dry food in the bag, take it out."

Sun Wukong turned his head, and at a glance he saw a brocade cloak that he had never seen before, and there was a golden hoop on the cloak.

Pick it up and take a look, the cloud patterns are carved on it, which is extremely beautiful.

Jin Wushu had been obsessed with it for a long time, and it was only when Sun Wukong held it in his hand and felt the warmth of his hand that he came back to his senses.

Tianzi's heroic appearance was magnified in front of his eyes, and Jin Wushu couldn't take his eyes off it.

This impeccably handsome man is his favorite mythical figure—Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!

Even though he had imagined Sun Wukong's real appearance [-] times in his heart, even if he put aside the idol filter, he was still hit.

What kind of sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, what kind of rough-faced thunderous mouth, they are all destroyers!

He kept shouting in his heart, "So fucking handsome! So cool! You deserve to be the Monkey King, Monkey King!"

Sun Wukong looked at it, flicked it with his fingers, and the tight hoop made a "clang" sound, the voice was clear and pleasant, as if Jin Wushu was howling excitedly in his heart.

"Aww, Great Sage——"

He took out a piece of biscuit from the bag and gave it to Tang Sanzang. Monkey King asked, "What is this?"

Tang Sanzang couldn't eat, his eyes flickered, thinking of the Bodhisattva's entrustment and dare not disobey, he gritted his teeth and said: "This is a gift from my master."

"You also told me that when you were the monkey king, you often wore a purple gold crown with phoenix wings on your head. Now you follow me to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. Since the purple gold crown is inconvenient to wear again, I will give you a hoop as a teacher. I hope you are happy." .”

When Sun Wukong heard this, he knew that monks would not tell lies. He was straightforward and didn't understand the twists and turns, so he believed it halfway.

Holding the heavy hoop in his hand, he really liked it, thinking that even if there was something tricky, Tang Sanzang, a mere mortal, could do nothing to him.

Immediately, he grinned, showing his two fangs, "Okay, I'll put it on then, thank you Master."

Jin Wushu watched Sun Wukong bring him on his head with his own hands, and he was so anxious that the little spiritual energy he had just gathered dissipated.

He inexplicably got an unknown fire, and he didn't know whether it was against the gods and Buddhas in the sky or Tang Sanzang who lied to Sun Wukong.

As soon as the band was tightened, Jin Wushu shrunk a circle as if he couldn't control it, and stuck tightly to Monkey King's scalp.

At this time, Monkey King seemed to sense something was wrong, and it was too late to take it off.

He suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes, and he came to Tang Sanzang in an instant, frightened Tang Sanzang and sat down on the ground, "Wu, Wukong, what's wrong with you?"

Sun Wukong pulled the tight hoop with one hand, and pointed at Tang Sanzang's face with the golden cudgel in the other, "What's wrong? Master is so thoughtful, how dare you lie to me!"

"Where did this tight band come from? Why can't you take it off when you wear it on your head?"

Sun Wukong's questioning made Tang Sanzang speechless. Thinking of the "Tightening Curse" taught to him by Master Avalokitesvara, he began to read it.

Immediately, Monkey King's head was in pain like being cut by hundreds of thousands of blunt knives, and the golden eyeballs were bloodshot all over, which was terrifying.

He was in severe pain, and his rationality was drained a little bit: "Ah! Shut up, don't read..."

Jin Wushu was so distressed, but he couldn't control himself, he could feel his sharp body piercing Sun Wukong's head, and the Sanskrit script all over his body glowed with golden light, continuously devouring the demonic energy in Monkey King's divine sea.

The monster energy turned into Jin Wushu's body, shaking his spirit and soul, as if the world was going through a huge catastrophe.

Is this the real Monkey King?

The omnipotent demon king suppresses his own nature, only to learn scriptures to protect Tang Sanzang and the Western Paradise, but the gods and Buddhas in the sky can't tolerate him.

Sun Wukong was originally an existence beyond the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements. They couldn't really kill him, so they used despicable means to deceive him, lie to him, and suppress him!

Jin Wushun's mind was spinning and turning, and his desire to let Monkey King get rid of the shackles became stronger and stronger.

For a while, he didn't care about anything else, he tried his best to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and swallowed up the monster energy absorbed from Sun Wukong's divine sea, and he never refused to come.

He can only help Monkey King get rid of the shackles by cultivating a human body.

Two breaths, one black and one white, collided and fused with each other in his body, gradually forming a bottomless vortex——

Jin Wushun, who had already blocked his five senses, didn't notice it, and gradually let go of his hand.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was in severe pain, Tang Sanzang felt a little scared, so he stopped and said, "This tight band was given to me by an old woman..."

"What old woman!"

Sun Wukong squinted his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and he had already guessed who the old woman was, "Oh, the Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea, right? See if I don't destroy his dojo and destroy his South China Sea."

As soon as the words fell, he flew to find the Bodhisattva to settle the score.

How could Tang Sanzang dare to let him go out to cause trouble, so he quickly recited the curse.With the spell, Sun Wukong's eyes were so painful that his eyes were about to burst, and he didn't even have the strength to call somersault cloud.

A sense of hostility rose from the bottom of his heart, and the golden cudgel hummed, as if he was about to swing it down.

Tang Sanzang was so frightened that his head was sweating profusely, he hid under a willow, and hurriedly persuaded him: "The Bodhisattva taught me this mantra. If you rush to the South China Sea without fear of death, the headache will be even worse."

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Wushu finally realized a little method from that vortex.He imagined his sea of ​​consciousness as a small person, who was constantly breathing out, and gradually formed a Tai Chi Eight Diagrams diagram in front of him.

The gossip diagram is black and white, like the undivided world and yin and yang.

Each has its own way.

When the five senses returned, Jin Wushu found that it was almost dusk, and he didn't know what the master and apprentice had said. Monkey King finally calmed down, and Tang Sanzang turned the beads silently, knowing what he was thinking.

For several days in a row, Tang Sanzang didn't recite his magic spell again, and Monkey King seemed to have nothing happened, protecting him wholeheartedly.

Jin Wushu cultivated with peace of mind, and his sea of ​​consciousness grew stronger, and it contained more and more aura.

Soon, the two masters and apprentices walked to a cliff. The cliff here was very high, and the road was rough and difficult to walk.

There was a huge wave below the cliff, and Tang Sanzang rode on his horse and asked, "Wukong, do you know where this is?"

Sun Wukong stood on the steep cliff and looked down, and replied: "The name of this place is 'Snake Panshan Eagle Sorrow Stream'."

Jin Wushu lay on Monkey King's head and looked up at the sky. Hearing the name, he was happy.

Isn't "Snake Pan Mountain Eagle Sorrow Stream" the place where white dragon horses are tamed?

He whistled in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Another naturally rebellious guy.

Tang Sanzang, please do it yourself.