Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

The three masters and apprentices hurried all the way and soon came to a Guanyin Zen monastery.

The host of the Guanyin Zen Monastery is a black bear essence named Black Wind King.

Everyone is acting online, everything is according to the script, Sun Wukong changed a torn robe very gorgeously, and the black wind monster suddenly had evil thoughts, tricked away the tattered robe, and set a fire.

“Look how luxurious my robe is!”

The black bear spirit took the robe to show off everywhere, but it turned out to be killed by the Tang monks who rushed from behind, punching and screaming monsters.

“Amitabha!”

“Let the little monk recite a past life mantra for you, don’t be a demon in the next life, and be a good demon if you want to do it!” The Tang monk sat cross-kneeled on the red ground, clasped his hands together, and began to recite the Past Life Sutra.

Sun Wukong looked at all this stunned, these days, his heartache has been stronger than once, and the echo in his ears has also sounded again.

“Supreme Treasure, who is it?”

“Zixia, who is it again?”

“Who am I?”

“Hahaha!”

Sun Wukong held his head and roared, he showed his hideous fangs, at this moment he is not the Monkey King who has been suppressed for five hundred years and washed away his body of anger and defiance.

He is the Demon King, and he is the Great Sage of Qi Heaven: Sun! Realize! Empty!!!

“Hey, you monkey, you have a headache again!”

“The Bodhisattva gave me a Vajra circle, saying that it was specifically to cure your headache, originally I wanted to put it on for you, but I looked at it, this size is too poor, the front is heavy and the back is light left wide and the right is narrow, I am afraid that it will be very uncomfortable after you bring it!”

“Although you are a monkey, you can’t do this to you, the Heavenly Immortal Buddha will say that I abuse animals when he knows it!”

“By the way, last year I met a blacksmith in Chenjia Village, he is beautifully handmade, the price is fair, and the child is not deceptive, so let’s go there and customize one!”

The Tang monk held the golden hoop and chattered to Sun Wukong in his mouth, but he suddenly stopped, these words seemed a little familiar.

“Did I say that before?” The Tang monk touched his smooth head and muttered.

“Give it to me!”

Sun Wukong only felt so uncomfortable at the moment, and the thing in his heart was glowing, making him feel like a fire.

“Oh, you want it?”

“You want to make it clear, if you want, I will give it to you, if you want, of course I will not give it to you, you can’t say that you want me not to give it, you say you don’t want me but want to give it to you, everyone reason.”

The Tang monk was chattering again, and Sun Wukong was extremely irritable and snatched the golden hoop over, and a voice kept telling him that as long as he brought the golden hoop, all troubles would be gone.

Sun Wukong took the golden hoop and was about to bring it to his head, but at the moment when the golden hoop was about to be brought on, he hesitated, and many pictures flashed in his mind.

That Miaoman’s figure seems to be him.

“Sun Wukong, you are still hesitating about something, bring the golden hoop and you will be free!”

Above the firmament, arhats and bodhisattvas who had been secretly watching came out, chanting at the same time, actually wanting to borrow the light of the Buddha and force them to wear golden hoops.

“Nan no Amitabha Night, Dhatagata Night, Dhaji Night He, Amiridu Bhava…”

A group of arhats and bodhisattvas looked solemn, each of them surrounded a piece of Buddha light, and with the sound of chanting, it could be clearly seen that a piece of light flew up from each person, connected together, and went towards the Monkey King.

“Ugh!”

At this time, Sun Wukong only felt that he was even more uncomfortable, his hand involuntarily lowered, and the golden hoop was slowly being brought on.

“Oh, Goku doesn’t want to bring it, don’t embarrass him, everyone will say that I’m not a master!”

The Tang monk sighed slightly, then clasped his hands together, and his body was also surrounded by a piece of Buddha light, and even his Buddha light was stronger than that of the arhats and bodhisattvas.

“Go to the wheel of treasures, and the treasures, and the pure mani, think that it is strictly ornamented; The sea of colors, boundless manifestation; Mani is a building, always shine light, perpetuate the wonderful sound, the treasure net, the wonderful fragrance of the flower, the Zhou Zai weeping cloth…”

The Buddha sound was faint, coming out of the mouth of the Tang monks, and actually covered up the Buddha sounds of all the arhats and bodhisattvas, and Sun Wukong instantly became clear.

“Tang Sanzang! Are you going to betray my Buddha? ”

Manjushri Bodhisattva descended from the sky, her white clothes were like snow, and the golden lotus imprint on her eyebrows shot out one after another, which merged with the Buddha sound, and instantly overwhelmed the Buddha sound of the Tang monk.

As if he felt that he could not drag it out, Manjushri made a decisive move, actually wanting to forcibly help Sun Wukong bring the golden hoop.

Sun Wukong is holding a golden hoop, and the scene that is about to be brought inexplicably coincides with a certain picture.

In that scene, he was the supreme treasure, and in the water curtain cave, he held the Vajra Circle and was about to put it on, and at that time, he said something.

“There was a sincere love in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it, and I regretted it when I lost it, and the most painful thing in the world was this.

If God could give me a chance to do it again, I would say “I love her” to that girl, and if I had to add a deadline to this love, I hope it would be one… Ten thousand…… Year!!! ”

“Roar!”

A demon roar, shaking the mountains and rivers, all the arhats were injured at the same time, each of them spit out a mouthful of golden Buddha blood, and the Buddha sound disappeared instantly.

“You guys are really noisy! I had a headache and died of noise! ”

Sun Wukong smiled viciously, and the golden hoop rod was held in his hand again, and the former Qi Tian Great Saint Sun Wukong returned.

“Wear you!”

Sun Wukong drank heavily, and then slashed down with a stick, and the golden iron rod seemed to break through the heavenly dome, it covered the sky like a Taishan moving down, and the laws of heaven and earth resonated with it.

No one can imagine how terrifying this stick is, golden light flowing. It almost collapsed the world.

One stick, just one stick, all the arhats were instantly burst!

Manjushri Bodhisattva resisted this stick with his divine powers, and although he blocked it, he was knocked a hundred meters away, and his body was in chaos.

“Sun Wukong, it seems that five hundred years of suppression still can’t grind your demon nature!” Manjushri said angrily.

“Go back, tell Rulai Xiao’er, I’ll go find it later, and liquidate the old hatred together!” Sun Wukong roared.

Manjushri smiled angrily and said, “Okay, then I’ll wait for the big fight in the Western Heavens!” ”

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