As Tang Sanzang said, he never had the idea of becoming a Buddha and cultivating immortals at the beginning, and in the end, whether he was named a "Buddha of Zhantan Merit", or a "Fighting to Defeat the Buddha", or even a "Pure Altar Messenger", Tang Sanzang never had any expectations at all.

The road to the west was originally set foot by Tang Sanzang on a voluntary basis, not by the orders of Buddhism.

Of course, Tang Sanzang's lack of choice is also one of the reasons, after all, under the gaze of the gods and Buddhas, it is not that Tang Sanzang can do it if he says not to do it.

Moreover, since he knew that the calamity of this westward journey could promote the progress of the "Limiter", Tang Sanzang understood that even if he wanted to fight against the Heavenly God and Buddha, he would wait for his "Limiter" to be completely liberated and understand whether his strength had that possibility.

Therefore, Tang Sanzang heard all the words of the Yellow Wind King in his ears and remembered them in his heart, but for the time being, he would not reveal the slightest dissatisfaction with the Buddhas of the Western Heavens, let alone say any words of reluctance to go west.

Just...... Tang Sanzang hadn't had time to use the "Light of the Righteous Path" to cover himself, who knew if there would be a great power to watch the Yellow Wind King finish all his words?

"Amitabha, if Huang Feng's benefactor is all he says, please send the poor monk back as soon as possible, and embark on this road to the west to learn scriptures, it is the obsession of the poor monk, not the idea imposed by the rest."

Under Tang Sanzang's thoughts, the Zen Buddha intent that naturally flowed out was even stronger, and he said softly to the Yellow Wind King.

However, how could a Yellow Wind King who had been willing to live in Lingshan for more than 500 years for the sake of his master, and after learning the news of his master, flee to the Nether without hesitation, at the risk of his own death, be so easy to convince?

"Master, please think twice, now your physical mortal womb, even more Dao heart has not been established, presumably by the unwitting infection of the Western Heavenly Dharma, this is the deep belief in those Buddhas, everything you see, everything you think, may not be true."

Tang Sanzang groaned for a moment, a faint light shone behind his head, and walked to Ao Yu's side in a few steps, put his hand on it, and unconsciously gently rubbed it a few times, and stroked the crystal clear, white jade-like dragon scales of Ao Yu with a slight hint of pink.

Realism......

Whether it is his own heart, or what he touches, hears, or sees, Tang Sanzang can feel the sense of reality.

There is no difference between doubting oneself and denying one's own existence.

Tang Sanzang's eyes that had always been plain as water revealed wisps of wisdom, and what I touched and felt was me.

"Amitabha, the Yellow Wind donor has a heart, and the wish of the poor monk is to travel west to learn scriptures, and ask the donor to fulfill it."

"No...... "It's a pity that the Yellow Wind King's will is far more resolute than Tang Sanzang's thoughts, and he said firmly." In any case, please stay here, even if Huang Feng sacrifices his life, he will definitely protect the master's integrity. ”

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Tang Sanzang.

This King of the Yellow Wind should want the life of the poor monk, why is he so desperate for the poor monk's life?

More importantly, do you really have no points at what level?

Even if the poor monk is willing to be protected by you, whether you can withstand the monkey's golden hoop stick will not be said, that day the Lingji Bodhisattva who is restrained in you can basically crack your "Samadhi Divine Wind" magic power with your hands.

Immediately, with the idea that he didn't want the Yellow Wind King to give away his life in vain, Tang Sanzang persuaded him with good words again and again, but this Yellow Wind King claimed that you were the master, but when it came to giving up his life, he was unwilling.

In desperation, Tang Sanzang had no choice but to say solemnly. "Yellow Wind donor? Your master is the second disciple of the Buddha, Jin Chanzi, not a poor monk, you have already recognized the wrong person, why are you so entangled with the poor monk? ”

"Give up, it's pointless to barely ......"

At this moment, the gate of the Yellow Wind Cave suddenly opened, and a figure stepped on the node to pass through the formation, Tang Sanzang, the Yellow Wind King, and Ao Yu subconsciously turned their heads to look in that direction.

"Huang Feng, why are you blowing that samadhi divine wind again today? If this continues......"

As Tang Sanzang turned his head, the purple-clothed beauty's face was full of surprise, but the rest of the words were swallowed back stiffly, even the immortal sword in his hand slipped to the ground without noticing it, and even her lips trembled slightly with excitement.

"Kim! Cicada! Child! ”

？？？！！！

Looking at the look of this purple-clothed beauty, Tang Sanzang suddenly felt bad.

Probably, it won't be some debt left by the golden cicada, and the poor monk will pay it back, right?

When the Yellow Wind King on the side saw the appearance of this purple-clothed beauty, a trace of joy immediately appeared on his face, and he said excitedly. "Zixia, you're finally back, hurry up and persuade the master to let him ......"

Before the Yellow Wind King had finished speaking, Zixia hurriedly walked in front of Tang Sanzang, and asked with a thick expectation in her expression while she was excited.

"Golden Cicada, where is my crush?"

？？？

Tang Sanzang. "Someone in mind?!"

"That's right, five hundred years ago, you told me that you would give me a person you like in five hundred years, and now that five hundred years have passed, hurry up and hand over the person you like to me." Zixia's delicate nose wrinkled, pretending to ask viciously.

Immediately, Zixia also felt that she seemed to be too urgent, and a red cloud subconsciously floated on her little face, and said slightly twisted. "Jin Chanzi, you have lied to me again and again, you can't lie to me again this time, I have been waiting for another five hundred years, but you said that you would give me a perfect person."

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Tang Sanzang.

How many pits did this golden cicada leave for the poor monks?

A good second disciple of the Buddha, and he is also a part-time matchmaker? And deceived other little girls again and again?

Slow down......

Suddenly, Tang Sanzang seemed to notice something, his eyes shrank slightly, and he said softly. "What do you call this benefactor?"

"Zixia......" Zixia mentioned the name with some pride and said.

"Hiss......" Tang Sanzang subconsciously took a breath of cool air and asked instinctively. Does the donor have a sister named Qingxia? ”

"Master, you still say that you are not the owner of the golden cicada?" Seeing this, the Yellow Wind King on the side seemed to have found a loophole in Tang Sanzang's words, and interjected excitedly. "However, Qingxia usually appears in the early hours of the morning, and it is Zixia who uses her body in broad daylight."

"Jin Chanzi, don't care about that Qingxia first?" Zixia turned around gracefully, kicked the Yellow Wind King in the face, kicked him aside, and asked.

"Give me the person you like first, let me get married as soon as possible today, otherwise when that Qingxia comes out tonight, it will definitely hurt my business."