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

◎How about you cry twice? ◎

Jin Wushu was startled.

"Can you hear me?"

Monkey King fell to the tree, motionless.At this time, he was already out of the body, and using the aura in his body as a guide, he found that the aura was drilling into the tight ring on the top of his head.

Jin Wushu scratched his head, "Did I hear wrong?"

"You heard that right."

Jin Wushu's slender wrist was grasped instantly, and he came to a mountain in a whirl.

On the steep mountain wall, there is a rushing waterfall, and the surrounding flowers and trees are lush. At this time, he is under a towering giant tree, and there are exotic flowers and plants blooming around his feet.

It's a bit of a paradise.

He was at a loss, not knowing why he appeared here, when suddenly a deep voice sounded: "I've caught you."

Jin Wushu was stunned, and a figure fell in front of him.

The man in front of him had sharp brows and starry eyes, his handsome face was sharp-edged and stern, and his slender and tall figure was much taller than him.

He blinked, and it took him a while to recover his voice: "Sun...Sun Wukong?"

"You you you how..."

Sun Wukong leaned against the tree trunk with his arms folded, looking at the naked young man in front of him.

The young man was tall and tall, with fair complexion and eyebrows like ink paintings.His eyes are especially beautiful, bright as stars.It's just that there is shock in the eyes at the moment.

Sun Wukong looked Jin Wushu up and down, and saw that there was a mark on his collarbone, which was the same as the pattern on the tight hoop.

He said in a deep voice: "Tighten your spirit, you have become conscious."

Jin Wushu stared at him blankly, and it took him a while to realize that he was still naked!

He quickly squatted down, shrunk himself into a ball, and then raised his head to look at Monkey King.

Knowing that he was not dreaming, he frowned and shouted: "Great Sage—" I am your fan!"

Doesn't look too smart.

Sun Wukong: "..."

"When did you become conscious?"

How could Jin Wushu dare to say that he was transported by a living soul, he said in a low voice: "I... have been conscious since I was in Da Leiyin Temple..."

When he transmigrated, it was when the Tathagata handed him over to Avalokitesvara, which is true.

Sun Wukong said: "In this way, you are able to transform your spirit only after you understand the Buddha's teachings."

He said, his words were full of coldness.

Treasures that are illuminated by Buddhism to transform spirits are all born to be devout to Buddha, but to demons——

Sun Wukong sneered: "Could it be that the Tathagata thought that you have spiritual consciousness, and you can kill my demon soul by hooping you on my head?"

Jin Wushu quickly waved his hands: "No, no."

In a hurry, he forgot himself, quickly got up and took two steps forward, looked up at Monkey King: "I want to help you, really. When I cultivate a human form, I can get off your head..."

He was eager to express his "heart", and at the end, his voice became lower and lower.

Sun Wukong is tall and his eyes are as sharp as knives. When he looks down like this, his golden eyes appear deeper and deeper, giving people a great sense of oppression when they look at each other.

Seeing Sun Wukong's serious expression, he said in a deep voice, "Continue."

Jin Wushu's eyes brightened.

"You believe me?"

Sun Wukong was noncommittal.

The tight hoop is Jin Wushu's body, if Sun Wukong goes in, he is afraid that he will squeeze the little tight hoop's soul, so he has no choice but to grab his wisp of spiritual consciousness and drag him into his purple mansion.

He transformed the Purple Mansion into Huaguoshan, where he is the way of heaven, and nothing can escape his eyes.

He can clearly feel that Xiao Jinghou has no malice towards him, and even... still likes him very much?

Sun Wukong didn't feel any disturbance in his heart, he just twisted his fingers twice, conjured a robe out of thin air and threw it to the opponent.

The robe slammed onto his face, Jin Wushun tore it off and looked at it, his face turned red, and he hurriedly wrapped it around himself.

The voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Many, thank you, Great Sage."

Sun Wukong waited to hear his next words.

Jin Wushu was silent for a moment, and told Sun Wukong what was in his heart.

Now his control over the "Yin-Yang Diagram Formation" has been perfected. Following Monkey King all the way westward, he has sucked in all the auras, and his cultivation has improved a lot——

Sun Wukong looked at him, recalling the voices he had often heard during this period, and finally solved his doubts.

"The aura of my Shenhai was refined by you."

"……it's me."

He poked the grass with his toes, and said slowly: "The day you put me on, Tang Sanzang recited the magic spell..."

He looked at Sun Wukong's expression and said: "At that time, I just discovered that I could cultivate, and I accidentally swallowed your aura and monster energy in the chaos..."

"Later, I couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a little—"

The more he talked, the lower his head became. Sun Wukong saw his ears were red, and thought, "It's quite embarrassing."

The devouring he said should mean refining.

That ray of spiritual energy seemed to be only a small group, but the energy contained in it was very magnificent.

When Xiao Jinghou first started to practice, he had no rules, and after refining, his sea of ​​consciousness couldn't hold so much, and part of his spiritual energy naturally returned to Sun Wukong's sea of ​​gods.

Later, he discovered that the aura he couldn't swallow could be transformed into Monkey King, and he kept swallowing it along the way, until today, he can talk to Monkey King.

Sun Wukong stretched out his index finger and pressed it against Jin Wushu's forehead.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, Jin Wushu was forced to look up at him, not daring to move.

Sun Wukong explored his sea of ​​consciousness, and in just a few months of practice, it was already as big as a lake.

Half of evil spirit, half of spiritual energy, they get along very well.

This is what he called the "Yin-Yang Diagram", which is the same as Laojun's Bagua Diagram, which can accommodate everything.

Probing further, a scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, like a battle between immortals and demons, it disappeared before he could see it clearly.

Sun Wukong frowned.

Since he was born, he has never experienced any battle between immortals and demons except for the riot in the Heavenly Palace 500 years ago.Although the scene just now appeared only for a moment, it was definitely not his imagination.

He saw a figure standing alone in the chaos, as if holding something in its arms.

That figure actually made him feel as if he was in another world.

When he opened his eyes, Monkey King noticed movement outside.

He snapped his fingers, and Jin Wushu spun around again, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Monkey King was gone.

He had already returned to his body, and what followed him was the robe.

Jin Wushu pulled his robe and rubbed his ears, as if he could still hear Monkey King saying to him: "The aura of this temple is impure, don't swallow it indiscriminately."

Monkey King returned to his place, and fell to the ground with a bang. The little monk who was sweeping under the tree was so frightened that he lost his broom.

The little monk patted his chest and scolded: "Monk wild, just like your white-faced master, you don't know the rules..."

Sun Wukong glanced coldly, and the broom lying on the ground flew up, hitting the little monk three times with "bang bang bang".

The little monk groaned, covered his head and yelled: "He knows magic tricks, he knows magic tricks, come here, the monster has killed people..."

"Well--"

Sun Wukong didn't have time to talk to him, he pinched a forbidden speech technique, sealed the monk's mouth, and gave him a body fixation technique, making him stand under the root of the tree.

Monkey King raised his legs and stepped into the main hall, where the golden body of Avalokitesvara is enshrined, flanked by eighteen arhats.

He didn't even look at it, picked up the apple on the table and took a bite, he frowned so sorely, threw it out, and saw the apple hit the little monk's head, knocking him unconscious.

He turned to the back door of the main hall, walked through the long corridor, and saw the abbot here playing with his precious treasure through a wall: "Elder Tang, look at this one again, how about my tea cup?"

The square table is full of treasures and utensils, each of which is priceless.

Even the teacup is made of high-quality mutton fat jade, with gold inlaid on the cup mouth and hidden pearls at the bottom of the cup, shining brightly under the candlelight.

When Tang Sanzang saw it, he withdrew his hand and dared not touch it, and praised: "It's really a good thing. The abbot's collection has opened the poor monk's eyes."

Hearing the praise, the old abbot smiled wrinkledly, and finally stated his purpose: "Elder Tang, why should you be modest, you must have seen a lot of good things since you came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty."

He smiled and said, "I don't know what treasure Elder Tang brought with him on this trip, can you show it to me?"

Tang Sanzang waved his hand and said, "The abbot was joking, it's a long way to go to the west, so where can I bring any treasures?"

The old abbot's smile faded, and he didn't believe it.

"My master doesn't have anything else. It's not bad to have a cassock. Do you want to see it?" Sun Wukong opened the door and entered. The old abbot took a closer look. Isn't this the little monk who hung on his tree all afternoon.

"So it's Elder Tang's disciple."

He said: "What's so special about a cassock? I have seven or eight hundred pieces."

Sun Wukong picked up a gold bottle on the table, looked at it, and threw it back casually. The angry old abbot stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't touch my baby!"

"So what about seven or eight hundred pieces? What about precious utensils? Added together, they are not as good as my master's cassock."

Tang Sanzang immediately said to him: "Wukong, don't talk nonsense." He seemed very nervous about the cassock.

Sun Wukong sighed: "That's all, it's all right if my master doesn't show it."

Seeing Tang Sanzang blocking him like this, I think that cassock is a treasure.

The old abbot's eyes were full, and he had already moved his thoughts.Hearing this, he immediately refused: "How can I say this, why not?"

"I did not hesitate to show the treasure to the elder, but the elder kept it from me."

As he spoke, he wiped away tears.

Sun Wukong looked surprised, and interjected: "My master is soft-hearted, why don't you cry a few more times?"

The old abbot immediately sobbed and cried.

The author says:

Dasheng: "This thing is not clean, don't eat it."

Little tight hoop: "Oh."

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