Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 143

Time, back to after the departure of Our Lady of Wudang and the two bodhisattvas.

“This benefactor, the little monk is courteous, since you also want to follow me and wait to the Western Heaven to obtain scriptures, it is better for the little monk to be like these apprentices of me, and give the donor a legal number.”

“Wukong, Wu Neng, Wu Jing, why not the benefactor you are called Wu Se?”

“Oh, Jiang Shizhu, why are you beating the little monk?”

The monk hat of the Tang monk was knocked off, and on the smooth and shiny head, a big bag was already raised, but it was Jiang Hao who hit it.

“Someone told me that if they were no longer them, I would bang them on the head and even kill them!”

Jiang Hao sighed slightly, and then his left and right hands rotated, like beating a gopher and a wooden fish, directly knocking a big bag for Tang Monk.

“Dang!”

This is the sound of the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod knocking on Sun Wukong’s head, and it blooms like a divine gold collision with a beautiful spark.

“It’s worthy of it, refined from the Taishang Laojun Bagua Furnace, this flesh strength can compete with me!” Jiang Hao sighed in his heart.

Sun Wukong has not practiced for many years, but he has a good background and his luck is not bad, so he has practiced all the way, and his realm and strength have risen sharply.

“You hit that bald donkey, forget it, why are you beating Lao Sun?” Sun Wukong was furious.

“Because you told me to beat!”

Jiang Hao shook the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod in his hand, Sun Wukong looked stunned, he looked at the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod, and then looked at the golden rod in his hand, and his heart was even more disgusted, and he couldn’t wait to break it.

“Yes, I told you to fight? That old Sun Zao doesn’t remember, forget how many times you knock me! Sun Wukong took the initiative to send his head to ask for a knock, I don’t know why he felt very comfortable being knocked.

“Crazy, crazy!” The horrified expression on the sand monk’s face, since Jiang Hao came, everything had become weird.

While! While! While!

The sound of knocking on the head rose and fell one after another, and Tang Monk and Sun Wukong looked like they were enjoying it.

On the way to the west, Jiang Hao rode a white horse and looked at the Monkey King bouncing in front of him, and couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

“Five hundred years of suppression under the Five Elements Mountain, it is both tempering and refining the heart, stabilizing the soaring realm, I am afraid that after this journey to the west, Sun Wukong will be able to use this monstrous luck merit to break through the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal!”

Jiang Hao’s face was slightly dignified, Sun Wukong’s heels were extraordinary, it was conceived from a fairy stone left behind when Nuwa was replenishing the sky, so he could practice the Buddhist apologetic method “Dapin Heavenly Immortal Recipe”.

This exercise is in the same vein as “Eight Nine Xuan Gong”, and its combat power is extraordinary, once Sun Wukong steps into the realm of Da Luo, I am afraid that he can compete with quasi-saints!

“At that time, the Buddha Gate was really a big killing weapon, not like Kong Xuan, listening to the existence of not listening to Xuan!”

Jiang Hao sighed very, the water in this world is too deep, step by step, step by step, step-by-step.

But he didn’t like these!

“In the face of absolute strength, plans and plans are empty talk!”

“If I have the power to go against heaven! If I have the merit of going against the sky, what journey to the west, what general trend, what heavenly way, all of them will be shattered! ”

“Invincible with me! With me invincible! ”

Jiang Hao gradually realized that the Holy Mother of Wudang let him participate in this journey to the west, and he may have plans in this regard.

To read ten thousand books, it is better to travel thousands of miles, and Jiang Hao, who has been nesting in a hundred flower buildings, is also the time to come out and see this heaven and earth.

Traveling to the west is to refine your heart all the way.

Soon, Wanshou Mountain and Wuzhuang Temple arrived.

“What a mountain!” Tang Monk exclaimed.

The mountains are majestic, the momentum is magnificent, the roots are connected to the Kunlun vein, the top is in the Hanzhong, the white crane comes to perch the cypress, the Xuan ape hangs the vine when it comes, the sun reflects the clear forest, and thousands of red mist are surrounded; The wind is shady, the colorful clouds are flying, the birds are chirping in the green bamboo, and the brocade chickens are fighting among the wildflowers.

“This mountain, named Wanshou Mountain, there is a temple in the mountain, called the Five Zhuang Temple, there is an immortal in the temple, the Dao number town Yuanzi, mixed name and the same prince as the world, that view produces ordinary treasures, it is the first division of chaos, Hongmeng is judged, when the heaven and earth are not opened, this spiritual root is produced.”

Sun Wukong explained to the Tang monks, while Jiang Hao held a blank book in his hand, and a pen wrote on it to stop, but he was recording what he saw along the way.

Since Confucianism also has to participate in a wave of luck, Jiang Hao must also pretend to write a book, but the title of this book is called “Journey to the West” without thinking.

“That spirit root is incredible, the famous grass is also called Dan, and the famous ginseng fruit, three thousand years one flower, three thousand years one fruit, another three thousand years to be ripe, the short head of ten thousand years to eat.”

It is as if in these ten thousand years only thirty fruits are produced, and the appearance of the fruit is like that of a child who has not yet reached the age of three dynasties, with all four limbs and good facial features, and if a person has a fate, if he smells the fruit, he will live three hundred and sixty years; Eat one and live 47,000 years. ”

Sun Wukong said while smacking his lips, he is an ape, he likes to eat flowers, fruits and vegetables, peach he has paid for the taste, but this ginseng fruit, he has not eaten it.

Jiang Hao saw this scene in his eyes, did not say a word, but just urged the horse to go to Wuzhuang Guan.

When he arrived at Wuzhuang Guan, Zhen Yuanzi was really not there, only his two little porters entertained Jiang Hao and his group, and presented two ginseng fruits.

The Tang monk stubbornly refused to eat it, but Jiang Hao didn’t say a word, picked up one and ate it, and the other was packed in the jade box that originally contained the peach, and received the Qiankun ring.

“Look at me, you said you wouldn’t eat!” Jiang Hao said lightly.

Tang Monk: “………………”

Monkey King: “…………………”

Sand Monk: “…………………”

“By the way, go and pour me a cup of tea and prepare a small snack, of course, if the snack is still ginseng fruit, I will be very satisfied!”

Jiang Hao said with a smile, he was not polite at all, and he completely regarded this place as his home.

Two little Daotong: “………”

They thought about refusing, but after seeing the casserole-sized fist, they decisively confessed.

Didn’t you see that the bag on Tang Monk’s brain has not disappeared?

This way, the wind and meals slept rough, Jiang Hao never slept a good night’s sleep, and he didn’t sleep well, so he liked to hit his braincase.

Dangdang! While! While!

The sound of the golden hoop rod hitting Sun Wukong’s braincase made both boys shudder, this is a fierce god, can’t afford to provoke !!!