(xix)

It's just that there is little difference in cultivation or seniority, who wants to be the one who is ruled?

All beings are equal, but it is just a verbal shout. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Li wanted to find some people who were close to Sun Wukong to testify, but after thinking about it, he found that Sun Wukong had no relatives at all.

Except for those monkeys in Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong doesn't know how many people he has offended since he popped out of time, and he can't wait to get rid of them quickly, where would he want Sun Wukong to live.

Mo Li smacked his lips, this Monkey King is too miserable.

Could it be that Sun Dasheng really wanted to respond to that sentence, although your loneliness is defeated, it is still glorious?

In the process of chatting with the red boy, two identical Sun Dasheng flew into the Lingshan Mountain in a fight, and the sound of the golden hoop sticks hitting each other sounded extremely harsh.

Mo Li couldn't help but wonder where the six-eared macaque's golden hoop stick was obtained, didn't it mean that Sun Wukong's Dinghai Divine Needle was unique?

It seems that Rulai and Guanyin also took a lot of effort to kill Sun Wukong in order to justify their name and leave a good reputation.

The six-eared macaque is much more obedient than Sun Wukong, both obedient and strong, how she is a superior person may make the same decision.

But, alas, she's not.

Before Mo Li followed Sun Wukong into Lingshan, he saw Tang Seng carrying a nine-ring tin staff walking in menacingly.

Seeing him today, Tang Seng felt as if he had changed into a different person.

The weakness and gentleness of the body disappeared, replaced by decisiveness and determination.

What makes Mo Li strange is that Tang Sanzang obviously didn't get the true scriptures, and his body is indeed full of Sanskrit sounds, and auspicious clouds are filled, which is a scene that will only exist after becoming a Buddha.

At this point, Mo Li felt very strange.

"Xiaobai, is that Tang Seng? How do I feel like I've mistaken someone? ”

"I remember the last time I caught him, he was crooked like a, and now he is so imposing." Red Boy said very depressedly.

Mo Li stretched out his hand and patted the back of the red boy's head, "How do you speak, I don't know if Shibei has been impressed for three days." ”

"Xiaobai, I'm the boss, you're ......"

In the midst of the fighting, Mo Li pulled the red boy and followed Tang Seng into Lingshan and saw the Buddha.

Obviously, Guanyin expressed extreme surprise at the arrival of Mo Li and the Red Child.

"Good fortune, fisherman, why are you here?"

That's right, you read that right, such an easy-to-understand name of the fisherman was given to Moli by Guanyin.

"Back to the Bodhisattva's words, the goldfish in the fish pond was stolen, and the disciple was terrified, and when he heard that you were here with the Buddha, he hurried over."

Hearing Mo Li's voice, the two monkeys who were arguing fiercely stopped and walked quickly towards Mo Li.

"Xiaobai, you must be able to tell the real from the fake, right?" Although the two monkeys spoke one after the other, they finished speaking almost at the same time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Li carefully looked at the six-eared macaque, and indeed saw that the appearance was exactly the same, and the golden hoop stick in his hand was also shiny.

"The Great Sage has always been generous to me, I wonder if you two can give me the golden hoop stick." Mo Li blinked his eyes, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of Sun Wukong's familiar smile and cunning, and Sun Wukong suddenly felt a little relieved at this moment.

As soon as Mo Li's words fell, the two monkeys both put the golden hoop stick in front of Mo Li, which really responded to the word generosity.

Mo Li did not hesitate, and smiled very happily.

If you can get an extra wishful golden hoop stick, it will be regarded as the reward for this trip.

"This, this ......" Mo Li pretended to hesitate and couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

In fact, when the two monkeys approached, according to the feedback of the bracelet on the wrist, Mo Li saw which one was the real Monkey King.

"Fisherman, don't mess around." Guanyin looked at Mo Li sternly, with a faint warning in her eyes, and even her always dignified face looked a little more angry.

"Xiaobai, come to the teacher."

Tang Seng rarely showed the side of protecting the short, the nine-ring tin cane slammed the ground, and the red people in front of Guanyin did not dare to put their beaks at will.

Mo Li secretly gave Tang Sanzang a thumbs up, and pulled the red boy to stand beside Tang Sanzang.

"Master, Master, how did you become so powerful after not seeing you for a few days?" Mo Li is like a curious child, looking left and right, pretending to be very like.

"Jin Chanzi, have you forgotten the precepts of Buddhism?" As soon as Guanyin was concerned, Moli's disguise disappeared, and he became the beautiful appearance of a white bone spirit that captivated the country and the city.

"Little white ......" The red boy was so frightened that he couldn't say anything clearly, he had bullied a woman for so long.

And this woman is even more beautiful than her mother.

My mother said that women take beauty very seriously, and that day he almost burned Xiaobai with three real fires.

Now that I think about it, it's a bit scary.

"Guanyin, the Buddha gate has clouds and colors that are empty, and emptiness is color."

"Besides, this white bone spirit has worshiped me as a teacher, what is wrong with protecting his disciples as a master, I don't know which precept Guanyin thinks I have broken to make you so dissatisfied."

Tang Sanzang did not have any politeness, and fought back at Guanyin without concealment.

For some reason, Mo Li heard a deep sense of resentment and grievance from Tang Seng's words.

It seems that before Tang Sanzang went down to earth, his life in the West Heaven was not satisfactory.

If Tang Sanzang knew what Mo Li was thinking, he would definitely roar, would it be unsatisfactory? It's better to be a live pig or dog.

On the surface, he is the second disciple of the Buddha, but in fact, he is a father who does not love his mother, and those disciples who do not know the reason will be jealous of his embarrassing position.

For the identity of the second disciple of the Buddha, he has long been tired of it.

For so many years, he obeyed his words in front of the Buddha, but the master still looked at him unpleasantly and picked thorns everywhere.

Wukong is right, where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Besides, with the degree to which the master loves face, he will definitely not tear his face with him in public, but will only appease him.

"Golden Cicada ......"

"Guanyin, step aside." Since Mo Li came in, he sat there, coldly watching the group of them make a fuss, and finally spoke.

Skin is even, clear and degraded. The palm is full, soft and square. The handwriting is deep and long, clear and moist. The lip color is ruddy, like the fruit of Pinpo.

If you come to sit there like a luminous body, the eyes of the Buddhists in the hall will be involuntarily attracted.

"Jin Chanzi, you entered the mortal world as a good person in the world, reincarnated in ten lifetimes, and eventually became a great Buddha."

"This is your last life, how about returning early to your broken cultivation?" Such as the high-sounding appearance, I am doing good for you, you don't know what to do.

Tang Sanzang sneered, what he said was really good.

coaxed him to dedicate himself to the immortals of the tribulation, and the meat of each life would be eaten, and then those immortals would succeed in the tribulation.