A golden wands resisted Sun Wukong's feet and protected the head of the Yellow Wind Monster. And when the Yellow Wind Monster saw that his life was saved, he breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Sun Wukong looked up in the direction of the sound, it was a Bodhisattva riding on a lotus platform, his eyebrows looked very peaceful, a little red mole in the center of his eyebrows, a windbag tied to his waist, and a light blue wind bead in his left hand.

Lingji Bodhisattva's expression looked a little anxious, although he didn't know how the Yellow Wind Monster provoked Sun Wukong, but when he saw Sun Wukong's face, he saw the reddish eyes, and naturally thought that the Yellow Wind Monster had offended the ruthless Sun Wukong.

"Amitabha, the great sage, be merciful at your feet! This demon is handed over by the Buddha to the care of the poor monk, if he dies, the poor monk will not be able to explain to the Buddha. I also hope that the great sage can look at the face of the poor monk and spare the life of this demon!" Lingji Bodhisattva made a Buddhist salute to Sun Wukong, hoping that he would be able to let go of the Yellow Wind Monster in his own face.

"Rao, such a monster who eats people without blinking, do you want to forgive?" Now that Sun Wukong's pupils and face have lost the weird marks just now, he sneered and looked at Lingji Bodhisattva who was sitting on the lotus platform with a compassionate face.

The moment Lingji stopped Sun Wukong, the bright red on his eyes and the black cracks on his face had retreated and returned to his normal appearance.

"Amitabha, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, this matter is indeed the Yellow Wind Monster out of proportion, the poor monk will definitely take good care of him, and will not let him come out again to make trouble! Lingji's face changed, but he still pleaded with Sun Wukong.

No way, this monkey head is not so easy to mess with! Five hundred years ago, how many of his brothers and sisters were forcibly knocked down from the Buddha realm by him, and he didn't know how many Bodhisattva King Buddhas fell, and now his realm is even more incomprehensible to him, and he doesn't dare to act rashly!

"Heh! Sure enough, it's still the hard fists of the Buddha Realm, and the demons and humans are all ants, and with the blessed demons, they don't have to bear the mistakes, and the demons without protection will be suppressed for five hundred years?" Sun Wukong sneered.

And he didn't have the slightest intention of sparing the Yellow Wind Monster under his feet, and the Flying Dragon Staff didn't dare to evacuate easily, and he had been supporting Sun Wukong's Wanjun leg strength.

"Monkey King! you ...... Even if I owe you this matter once!" Lingji couldn't help but shout Sun Wukong's name angrily, but he forcibly held back his temper halfway and begged in a reluctant voice.

"I have always had revenge, and the next day I came to report the newspaper, but I had to charge interest. Sun Wukong understated and looked at Lingji Bodhisattva with a smile.

You!!You!!You're waiting for me! Sooner or later, I'm going to tear off a bite of your flesh!

Lingji held back his unhappiness, and the wind bead in his left hand flew towards Sun Wukong, and said bitterly: "This is the Buddha treasure given by the Buddha, which can fix the wind of all things and is not affected by the wind." The poor monk is willing to use it to atone for the sins of the Yellow Wind Monster!" Lingji felt that his heart was dripping blood! If he hadn't been afraid that the Yellow Wind Monster would have lost his life, if there was no demon willing to work for them in the future, he would have left him alone a long time ago!

Sun Wukong pinched the Dingfeng Bead and looked down at the fainting Yellow Wind Monster, he was so frightened that he was incontinent! A little disgusting, he didn't want to dirty his feet. Retracted the foot that stepped on the flying dragon staff, and smiled slowly, "How can it be? The Bodhisattva is merciful and compassionate, and is willing to give the younger generation the Buddha treasure to protect himself, how can the younger generation not sell the Bodhisattva a face?"

The golden hoop stick also let go of the Yellow Wind Monster, as if he disliked the Yellow Wind Monster, and wiped the Yellow Wind Monster's clean back cloak, and then flew back to Sun Wukong's hand.