Tang Xuanzang turned around silently, and then didn't care about the monkey's shouting at all, and walked away directly.

Just kidding, if a beautiful woman may still be a little tempted, what is the meaning of a monkey!

returned to the room prepared by the old man of the Chen family for their master and apprentice, which was a large bunk, which was more than enough for two people to sleep.

While Sun Wukong was still taking a bath, Tang Xuanzang received the reward given by the system.

What fell into my hand was a Buddhist scripture, and the Hinayana teachings did not have this scripture, which should be Mahayana Buddhism.

Tang Xuanzang frowned, the reward this time seemed to be a little too bad, before leaving Chang'an City, he signed in to Nanhai Guanyin, and gave a somersault cloud, but he didn't use it much.

When I met Taibai Xingjun, I was given seventy-two changes.

How did you get to the monkey, which is a Mahayana sutra?

This system, he is getting more and more incomprehensible!

After reading the scriptures, Tang Xuanzang had memorized them all, so he put them away first.

"Master, Master, I'm done!" Sun Wukong jumped in, thinking that he thought he hadn't washed it for five hundred years and was too dirty, so he wouldn't wash it with him.

Tang Xuanzang said: "No need, I have immortal qi in my body, and I can wash it with immortal arts." ”

Sun Wukong was surprised: "Master, your immortal skills are so powerful!"

"Huh?" Tang Xuanzang was a little puzzled, could it be that Sun Wukong wouldn't be able to.

"Master, don't you know, all I comprehended back then were some immortal techniques, and I didn't know how to do this kind of miscellaneous techniques. Sun Wukong explained.

Tang Xuanzang nodded, the side spells that Sun Wukong was unwilling to learn back then, the system allowed him to learn them all.

"Apprentice, what kind of cultivation are you doing now?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head and said meaninglessly: "I don't know very well!"

I don't know?

There are actually people who don't know their cultivation realm?

Tang Xuanzang raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll take a look at you when you cast an immortal technique." ”

Sun Wukong was puzzled: "What immortal art?"

"Just the art of change!"

"Okay!"

Sun Wukong is also obedient, he changes when he says, and he becomes a cicada.

"That's it. Tang Xuanzang roughly deduced his realm through the fluctuations when he cast the spell, and let him change back.

"Master, what realm am I?" asked Sun Wukong, scratching his ears and cheeks.

Tang Xuanzang groaned slightly: "Above the Golden Immortal, there is no Mixed Yuan Immortal." ”

Sun Wukong has been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, and his cultivation has also been delayed for five hundred years, and it is not easy to maintain this level without subsiding.

"Master, Master, what is a Mixed Yuan Immortal? Isn't it amazing?" Sun Wukong heard that there was a higher realm than himself, and hurriedly asked.

"Then it's up to you to see who it is. Tang Xuanzang smiled slightly.

A high realm does not necessarily mean that there are many means and strong strength.

are also mixed yuan immortals, some are invincible in the same realm, and some can be beaten by people in a lower realm.

Looking at Tang Xuanzang's mysterious smile, Sun Wukong inexplicably felt that he was a little dangerous, but then he thought that this was his master, and he could bear it if he was stronger than himself.

The moon was in the middle of the day, and the master and apprentice rested.

Early the next morning, Sun Wukong got up early and told the master to hurry.

Tang Xuanzang asked Sun Wukong to pack his luggage, and was about to say goodbye, when he saw the old man surnamed Chen, he had already prepared a washing water and got an early meal.

After breakfast, the master and apprentice began to hurry.

Tang Xuanzang rode on a white horse, Sun Wukong led the way in front, and he didn't feel hungry and thirsty.

It is now the early winter, seeing that the frost has withered and the red leaves, the trees have been emaciated, and only a few pines and cypresses on the ridge are still beautiful.

The plum blossoms have not yet opened, but the stamens have already exuded a faint fragrance.

The days are getting shorter and the cold nights are getting longer.

The chrysanthemums are remnant, the lotus leaves are exhausted, but the camellia is becoming more and more luxuriant.

The ancient trees of the cold bridge fight for the branches, and the trickling spring water flows in the winding stream.

The white clouds in the distance were faint, and the wind was urgent, as if it was about to snow.

At this time, ordinary people may have already changed into winter clothes, but the master and apprentice are still wearing very cool.

As I was walking on this day, I suddenly saw six people rushing out of the roadside, holding spears and short swords, sharp blades and strong bows, and shouted: "Then monk! Go there! Leave the horses behind, put down the luggage, and spare your life!"

Tang Xuanzang sat on the white horse, narrowed his eyes, and was just about to make a move, when Sun Wukong said in a low voice: "Master, how about letting my old grandson come this time?"

Since joining the team to learn from the scriptures, he has seen the master make two moves along the way, Sun Wukong claims to be the Monkey King, and he has to show off his magical powers, otherwise it always seems that he is useless.

Tang Xuanzang saw his little Jiujiu, and said with a smile: "It's okay!"

Sun Wukong said: "Master, then you guard the luggage and horses, and my grandson will go back when he goes!"

After that, Sun Wukong couldn't help but say, stepped forward, made a Buddhist salute to the six people, and said: "What is the reason for the ranking, blocking the way of being a poor monk?"

The man said fiercely: "We are the king of the cut path, the good-hearted mountain master, the great name is far and wide, you should know." If you want to pass from here, you have to stay and buy road money, and half of your teeth will be broken, and you can't say anything, hehe, I don't care if you kill me!"

Sun Wukong said: "Oh, I am also the ancestral king, the mountain lord for many years, but I have never heard of your great names. ”

The man said, "If you don't know, I'll tell you, one is called seeing joy, the other is called hearing anger, the other is called nose smelling love, the other is called tongue tasting and thinking, one is called opinion, and the other is called body worry." ”

Sun Wukong said with a smile: "It turned out to be six little thieves! But you don't recognize that my monk is your ancestor! You dare to block the way." Take out the treasure of the robbery, divide me seventy percent, and I will spare you!"

When the thieves heard this, they were filled with joy, anger, love, thought, desire, and sorrow, and shouted together: "This monk is too rude! You don't have anything, and you dare to come and share things with us!"

picked up the swords, guns, swords, and halberds, hugged them together, and slashed at Sun Wukong's head, ping pong, seventy or eighty times!

Sun Wukong stood there, unaffected in the slightest, and even yawned.

The thief was furious: "You monk, your head is so hard!"

Sun Wukong smiled: "You can just watch it! You guys are also sore, it's time for me to play with my grandson!"

After that, Sun Wukong reached out and pulled out the embroidery needle in his ear, but nothing appeared.

The six thieves saw him pretending, laughed, and said, "I thought you had some means, but it turned out to be to scare people!"

"Humph!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, he didn't want any weapons, he just grabbed his fists and got on it!

He is a copper-headed iron arm, and these fists are like a sledgehammer, making a whirring sound in the air, frightening the six thieves to flee in all directions, but he chased after them and killed them one by one!

Stripped them of their clothes, took their coils, walked over with a smile, and said, "Master, the thieves have been exterminated by my grandson!"