The monkey squatted on the stone and watched the large and small monsters roast around the boulder of the three-flavor real fire.

"What's so joyful? When I return to Lingshan, let's see if I can still be so happy. ”

In the firelight, all kinds of black shadows flew up and down, and the shouts were endless.

"Fighting Buddha, why are you always alone?" The tall and sturdy bull demon came over with a wine jug in his hand.

"Am I old?" the monkey looked at the youkai as he approached. Acquaintance, a banner under the Yellow Eyebrow Old Buddha in the eighty-one difficulties.

"Why did you not eat and drink with them, and what did you come to do here?"

"If you become a Buddha, you won't talk about friendship?" "Take a sip, I can't eat the wine back to Lingshan. ”

"Don't make fun of Lao Sun, the name of fighting is just empty, let go of it. The monkey frowned and looked into the distance. The moon has just topped the shoulders of mountains.

The bull demon felt bored, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

"It's all the moon!" thought to the monkey.

"Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of August, and the old man Shakyamuni will talk about Zen. I can't take care of these monsters.

Lao Sun had no choice but to take them back the day after tomorrow. If in the past, a stick was beaten and killed, and he was at ease. Now he has become a shepherd, and he looks at him from afar, and he is going to lose one. ”

Monkey, move your ass. I still don't like zazen, the five hearts are facing up, the soles of the feet, the palms of the hands, and the top of the head should be upwards. "If you want to say that you are addicted to sitting on the lotus, it is still the old monk of Sanzang.

Among the thirty-five Buddhas in all the worlds, the old monk of Sanzang is the nineteenth Buddha of Zhantan Merit, and the thirty-first Buddha of Nan Wudou's victory over the Buddha. The monsters sang and danced happily, and they couldn't see the seven sufferings at all. The graceful figures of several banshees swayed in the firelight.

The monkey withdrew his eyes and turned to look back at the ridge in the distance. "Buddhahood is a name. After becoming a Buddha, the old feelings are let go. ”

The monkey saw that the moon's ass was pinned up by the mountain spire. So he took a long breath. "There is more than one Buddha who has defeated him, but he is sitting under the Buddha, so he is not aggrieved. ”

"Buddha, bring a little girl. The bull monster swayed again, followed by a thin-waisted, long-legged banshee.

The monkey stared. But his body still didn't move.

"This is, Yan'er, an outlier among the monsters. She doesn't like to join in the fun. The bull monster beckoned to the banshee, "Yan'er, this is the Monkey King, you come to accompany him." ”

"Hmm. Yan'er snorted softly, and sat quietly on the stone not far from the monkey. Not far away, looking at the monkey from behind.

"Buddha, you talk. The bull monster gulped down his drink and made a gurgling sound of water, and walked away.

The monkey watched as the moon left the top of the mountain and hung in the sky.

"Monkey King, the slave family has heard it since childhood, and the hand makes the Ruyi golden hoop stick, weighing 13,500 catties. Yan'er seemed to be talking to herself.

The monkey didn't look back and didn't speak.

The immortal's head is purple gas, the Buddha's head has Buddha light, and the monsters are all black gas. The monsters here are all different. Each glows. has long been seen by the fiery eyes of monkeys.

"The moon is so round. Monkey King, can your golden hoop stick be turned into an embroidery needle, can it be turned into an embroidery thread?

The monkey continued to look at the moon, and above the moon there was the Guanghan Palace.

The monkey gathered his eyes, and when he saw that there was a gap in the palace gate, Chang'e's jade arm shook a little, and a round shadow flashed in.

The corners of the monkey's mouth moved for a moment, "while the Buddha is in a meeting." ”

"Ping! Bang!" the bones in the bonfire burned. The sound of blue light is so lively.

"Is there really Sister Chang'e living on the moon?" Yan'er said.

"Hmm. The monkey snorted unconsciously.

"Buddha, Yan'er, let go of the bone whip! Come and see the excitement!" the bull monster gasped and ran up the hill.

"It's good to be here. Yan'er said.

"Hmm. The monkey nodded.

"What are you doing sitting like this, blowing the mountain wind, watching the moon?" the bull monster shook his head and walked away.

The wind is not loud, and the smell of barbecue is wrapped in it.

Guanghan Palace, the gate is closed, cold like a mirror glowing with blue light, and the branches of the osmanthus tree next to it are forked like the claws of a monster. The medicine pestle was thrown on the ground, and the jade rabbit was long gone. Heaven and earth are quiet, without a trace of waves.

The monkey looked at the Three Realms, surprisingly quiet, only his own breath hissing, and the sound of blood flowing through the eardrums.

"Monkey King, do you hate killing?" Yan'er's voice floated in.

"Hmph. The monkey said.

"Monkey King, did you really defeat the Jade Emperor from the Lingxiao Treasure Palace?" asked Yan'er.

"Hmm. The monkey didn't look back.

"But you've failed?" asked Yan'er.

"..."Monkey.

"Do you hate Rulai?" asked Yan'er.

"My Buddha is compassionate," the monkey whispered.

"Did you send us to arrest?"

"Guanyin Bodhisattva" monkey.

"Are you afraid of her?"

"Saving people, purifying all sentient beings. "Monkeys.

"You believe it?"

The monkey suddenly turned around.

"You're pretty handsome" Yan'er didn't have a trace of fear, and his eyes were very honest.

"What kind of monster are you?" the monkey looked at with his fiery eyes.

"I won't tell you. The corners of Yan'er's mouth turned up.

"You're also very good-looking. The monkey felt like he wasn't keeping his mouth shut.

"You're not exactly a youkai. Especially you. The monkey said seriously.

"Really?" Yan'er calmly straightened his chest, and a string of skeleton necklaces was impressive.

"Like Sha Wujing?" asked Yan'er.

"No, he's already a golden-bodied Arhat, not a monster. The monkey lowered his voice.

"The slave family is his daughter, do you believe it?" asked Yan'er again.

"I don't believe it. The monkey looked at the rocks with a golden glow in the black air.

In the distance, several youkai descended on black clouds. Added a bonfire feast.

"They're taking people and burning them again. Don't you care?" asked Yan'er.

"No matter!" the monkey's expression was like a bronze statue, glowing in the darkness.

"Chestnut in the fire!" a monster in the distance stretched out his big hand and pulled out a head from the fire like a boiled potato.

"Rakshasa is amazing!" the monsters shouted unbridledly.

"Have you seen through?" asked Yan'er.

"Yes. "The monkey knows that the head belongs to the wicked of the ninth generation. If you are eaten by this group of monsters, you may be blessed in the next life.

"You're not qualified to hurt us?" asked Yan'er.

The monkey did not reply. In the moon, the osmanthus tree fell a petal.

"Are you afraid of the three flavors of real fire?" Yan'er's voice seemed to float from a long distance.

"Follow me!" the monkey suddenly moved. There was an electric light in his ears, and there was a rod surrounded by golden light in his hand. With the sound, Nan Wudou defeated the Buddha and flew to the moon.

The golden hoop in his hand was round and struck on the huge burning boulder.

The boulder shattered into powder. Scattered to the sky, where it fell, the flames soared into the sky. Eight hundred miles around, there is a mountain of flames.