Wutian heard Sun Wukong's question and smiled.

"The golden cymbal is the magic weapon of the future Maitreya Buddha, it is extremely strong, and in the Three Realms, there is almost no power that can destroy it."

"In other words, once you go in, it's almost impossible to come out again."

Sun Wukong made a decision: "Let me try first, can I escape from the palm of your hand." ”

The original god Black Lotus let go of Sun Wukong's control, allowing Sun Wukong to regain his ability to act.

Wutian raised his hand and threw the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand back to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong reached out to catch the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, put the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick into his ear, and then jumped towards the palm of Wutian's hand.

"The universe is big in the palm of your hand, and the sun and the moon are long in Sumeru."

Sun Wukong and Wutian's body size was originally about the same.

However, as soon as Sun Wukong jumped up and approached the palm of the lawless hand, his size continued to shrink.

Only the immortals with extraordinary eyesight can find that it is not the change in the body shape of Sun Wukong, but the world where he is located, which is chaotic.

So it makes Sun Wukong look smaller.

After Sun Wukong entered the palm of the lawless palm, he was so small that he couldn't see it at all.

Above the palm of the skyless, there is a bright moon, and a bright sun rises.

When the sun and moon are in the sky, the palm of the lawless has become a heaven and earth.

After Sun Wukong jumped into the palm of the skyless, he desperately cast a somersault cloud.

However, in the palm of Wutian's hand, there seems to be infinite space, and no matter how Sun Wukong flies, he can't fly out of Wutian's palm.

Sun Wukong's mood gradually became impetuous, and he turned the golden hoop stick into an optimus giant pillar, intending to use brute force to chisel through the palm of the lawless hand.

Since the front, back, left, right, and upper parts can't fly out, it is natural to be flexible.

It's just that after Sun Wukong turned the golden hoop stick into an optimus giant pillar, he hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to put away the Ruyi golden hoop stick.

The grudge between him and Wutian is mainly due to a misunderstanding, if he really chisels through Wutian's palm, he will have a mortal enmity with Wutian.

Moreover, it is unlikely that he will chisel through the palm of Wutian's hand, and the possibility of being slapped to death by Wutian's palm is not small.

Fang Cai, Wutian drove the primordial god Black Lotus, and controlled the four of their masters and apprentices in an instant, which has proved that Wutian has this ability.

After Sun Wukong figured it out, he stood in the palm of the lawless and shouted loudly: "Gibbon monkey, I admit defeat." ”

It's not that he hasn't lost, five hundred years ago, he also lost, at that time, the gods and Buddhas in the sky were all enemies with him, and his backer was himself.

However, after coming out of Wuzhi Mountain, he took over the great cause of learning scriptures, and the Buddha became his backer, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky could be called by him to help.

In this case, what else is there to be afraid of Sun Wukong.

Hearing this, Wutian released Sun Wukong from his palm.

Sun Wukong re-stood on the main hall of the Little Leiyin Temple.

Wutian made a gesture of please, polite, and invited Sun Wukong to enter the golden cymbal: "Please!" ”

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang, as well as Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing with a complicated expression, and then, his tone slowed down a little, and he pleaded to Wutian: "I hope you don't hurt my master and junior disciples." ”

Wutian said calmly: "I am a catastrophe on the way to the west, and I only intend to block them here, and I have no intention of harming them." ”

After Sun Wukong heard Wutian's words, he turned into a ray of light and entered the golden cymbal.

Wutian said to Sun Wukong, who entered the golden cymbal: "If you can get out of this golden cymbal by yourself, I will not stop you." ”

Sun Wukong was originally willing to gamble and lose and enter the golden cymbal, but after hearing Wutian's words, he immediately tried to break the golden cymbal and escape from the golden cymbal.

It's just that the golden cymbal of the future Maitreya Buddha is indeed extremely strong.

The golden rod can pierce the thirty-three heavens, and the bottom can lead to eighteen layers of hell.

The golden cymbal is no slouch.

When the golden hoop rod grows an inch, the golden cymbal also rises by an inch.

Just when Sun Wukong had no choice, Wutian returned Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing to freedom, and said to the three of them: "Sun Wukong has no choice now, you can go to Heaven to find some helpers and try to see if you can break this golden cymbal." ”

Sun Wukong in the golden cymbal, after hearing Wutian's words, immediately shouted and asked.

"Gibbon, what exactly are you going to do? You are half an immortal and half Buddha, if you make a big deal about it, whether it is the Jade Emperor or the Buddha, they will blame you. ”

"If the punishment is severe, it will even erase your immortal status and drive you out of the Buddha realm."

Sun Wukong couldn't figure out why Wutian would do this.

At first, he only thought that Wutian was angry with him because the finch fairy statue was smashed.

Therefore, Sun Wukong was actually not surprised that Wutian locked him up in the golden cymbal to vent his anger, but what Wutian is doing now makes Sun Wukong a little ignorant.

He secretly noticed that Wutian was through their master and apprentice, and in the next big game of chess.

At this time, Tang Sanzang also asked with some concern: "Gibbon donor, do you want to degenerate into a demon?" ”

He is a real virtuous monk, and he really can't bear to see a promising and promising immortal degenerate into a demon.

Wutian's tone was calm: "I really want to try." ”

He not only wants to be a demon, but also to be a demon with great fanfare.

The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons became a demon because of him, and Wutian naturally could become a shocking goblin for the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons.

His deity is the way of heaven, and among the incarnations, there are those who have been Buddhas and those who have been emperors of heaven, and he disdains the positive results that others have been striving for.

In this world, whether he is a Buddha, a fairy, a demon, or a demon, he is only to live up to the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Gibbon donor, the fruit is not easy, the immortal road is hard to find, and you are only half a step away from becoming a Buddha. You must not ruin your practice because of a single thought. ”

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and sincerely persuaded Wutian.

"All the people in the world are struggling in the sea of suffering, seeking liberation but can't, the donor can clearly get through the sea of suffering and set foot on the other side, why should he destroy the boat and throw the oars, and sink with a thought."

Wutian sighed lightly and chanted.

"I have worried about many emotions and damaging the Brahmanic practice,

When you enter the mountains, you may not fall into the city.

The world is safe and perfect,

Live up to it. ”

When Wutian chanted poetry, his eyes gently looked at the golden body of the finch fairy in his hand.

Then, he set his eyes on Tang Sanzang.

"Sanzang, you don't understand it now, but you will understand it later."

"Journey to the West is just a game, the Mahayana scriptures can't save the world, sentient beings, and you don't need to come to Pudu."

"If one day, if you want to let go of the great cause of learning from experience, come to me, and I will help you."

The saddest and most regretful Tang Sanzang that Wutian Shizun saw was that he lost a woman.

In the eyes of others, he is a high-ranking monk, but only he knows that he is like a good person, crying or laughing, and he is not free at all.

These two Tang Sanzang are not the same person, but God knows that they will both experience the same calamity.

"Poor monks don't know whether the Mahayana scriptures can help the world, but all sentient beings are suffering, and as long as the Mahayana sutra is possible to purify sentient beings, it is worth the poor monks to go to the west once."

Tang Sanzang's Zen heart was firm, and he was not shaken by Wutian's words at all.