My Teacher is Sun Wukong

The crowd said it was very confused, but the fat man was very excited: "Great, I finally saw Master's body today. Although it is a bit ugly, it is still very powerful."

"I am waiting for a mortal, what is your reaction!?" Seeing the crowd does not worship themselves, the pig is angry. Even if he is a funny character in the Westward Journey, it is also a god. As long as it is a god, the mortal is an ant in front of him. He can kill Gao Laozhuang with a single move.

"Net ambassador, you...you...whatever is it to our Gao Lao Zhuang, what is it?" Among the villagers, some people finally stood up and said.

"What is this, I am a god, is it good, is it necessary to report to you in this seat?" The pig is silent. Helpless, his image of being lazy is long-rooted in the crowd. There is no such thing as the majesty, solemnity, and high feelings of the other gods.

Therefore, even if some people believe that he is a pig, he did not bow to him. It’s not just him. It’s estimated that even Sun Wukong’s Sha Fei’s Tang dynasty will not be worshipped.

Their image is too familiar, and there is no mystery when they are too familiar. People only have fear and awe of unknown things and strange things.

"No, we don't dare..." the villager said in a hurry.

"Well, forget it, forget it, you don't worship, I don't blame you." The pig is very helpless to accept the reality. If other gods are descending, it is estimated that the villagers have already fallen down and said: "If they bowed to me, I would not be used to it. I am not a Buddha who does not eat the fireworks."

The villagers finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the pigs were not angry. I feel that although he is a god, he gives a feeling of amiable and grounded air.

This is the pig, the familiar god, not the clay sculptures in the temples.

"I am going to come to Gao Lao Zhuang this time, mainly because there is something to do. If you can guarantee the incense of the Temple of the Evil Envoy, I will bless you." The Pig Eight Rings continued.

"Since the messengers have said this, we must guarantee that the incense of the Temple of the Altar will be re-established." A bold villager stood up and arched his hand to the pig, saying, "We used to build the Temple of the Altar, mainly In order to attract tourists, because there is no tourist fragrance, this breaks the incense. Even if we post the money, let your incense burn."

"That's good!" said the pig's eight precepts: "After more than a thousand years ago, during the Tang Emperor Taizong period, I once sang Gao Cuilan in your Gao Lao Zhuang. It is the son-in-law of Gao Laotai, and Cheng Jing is also in the nearby Fuling Mountain. Therefore, here It is the same as my hometown. According to the seniority, you are the descendants of my generations."

"This matter is also recorded in our genealogy..." Gao Laotou said.

"Is there a record that you still don't believe me?"

"The messenger please forgives crimes." The villagers said: "Modern society is scientific, not convinced of the gods and ghosts. Today, if it is not the messenger, we all think that the genealogy is recorded in the legend."

"Well, this can't blame you." The pig said: "Since you are the descendants of Gao Laozhuang's future generations, I will of course take care of you. Most of you are now old people of 50 or 60 years old. Do good. Although I can't let you all have a long life, but you can also protect you from illness and disaster."

“Thank you for the messenger,” the crowd said.

"Okay, today's things will stop here." Pig Ba Jie said, "You all go home to sleep, we have to go back to the Temple of the Enemy."

“Thank you for the messenger!” said the crowd.

After that, the villagers dispersed. The encounters of this evening are destined to be the most bizarre of their lives, and they feel as if they are dreaming when they leave. Along the way, they all whispered in a few whispers, lamenting the strange encounters of a few days. They actually saw the pigs, is this really true or false?

"Little pig, let's go, wait until I'm done, come back to you. Remember, don't steal human things in the future, modern people have advanced weapons, even if you have thicker fur, you can't beat them." With the handle stretched out, the nine-toothed nail disappeared into mystery and then said to the wild boar.

"Hey..." The wild boar called for two, then ran away.

"Are you really ready to rate it?" Xiao Fei asked. Compared with the previous ones, the beasts of modern society are not only poorly qualified but also have no cultivation environment. It’s hard for pigs to think about a big wild boar.

"Yes." said the pig, "I also understand that modern earth is not suitable for cultivation, but I can bring it to heaven."

"This big wild boar is really blessed!" Xiao Fei exclaimed.

"Okay, let's go back to the temple of the altar messenger." The pig said, after the change, it became Zhu Gang.

"I said Master, I still think that your image is more prestigious," said the fat man.

"I can't always use the image of the pig to stop in the city." Zhu Gang said.

"What can't be done?" said the fat man. "Even if someone else sees you as a pig, you won't take it seriously. You will think that you are playing CoSPALY."

Several people said as they walked into the Temple of the Altar. In front of his god, Zhu Gang reached out and pointed to the image of the god, and a mark of divine power was left in the image of the god.

His divine imprint can protect the people of Gao Lao Zhuang and enjoy the incense of this place. Since then, this statue has become a proof of power.

In contrast to other gods, they never patronize their own temples, let alone exert a mark of divine power. There is no magical imprint, it is an ordinary clay puppet.

Early the next morning, the four left Gao Lao Zhuang and set off for the border province. Look for the Liusha River and look for the sand dune.

The limousine opened for an hour and came to the city of Medog.

"Fat, I didn't eat well in Gao Laozhuang last night, now you take me to eat a big meal." The car drove to a five-star hotel, Zhu Gang suddenly said.

"The last time you ate the most, did you actually say that you didn't eat well?" said the fat man.

"I had eaten three bowls of rice last night, but that thing didn't give me enough teeth." Zhu Gang said disdainfully: "I have been waiting for you for more than ten days in Fuling Mountain. I have not eaten enough in one day. I must have a good meal this morning, this meal is the teacher you gave me."

"That's okay." The fat man said helplessly, ready to slaughter.

The four got off and stepped into the hotel.

(End of this chapter)