"Guanyin Bodhisattva, is that you? It must be you! ”

Seeing the old woman messy in the wind, Tang Sanfu took advantage of the victory to pursue.

Bodhisattva: "......"

It's your mom, it's your dad!

"Tang San's burial, since he recognized the poor monk, the poor monk has something to say.

Although the monkey worships under your door and learns scriptures from you in the west, after all, he is the Monkey King who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and he needs to be disciplined.

And you are mortal in the flesh, and you cannot descend to him.

Therefore, the poor monk has come to give you a mantra today, and you only need to find a way to put it on your head, and you will never be able to take it off again.

If the monkey is no longer obedient, you just have to recite this mantra and tell him that he cannot survive or die, and be obedient to you. ”

As he spoke, the Bodhisattva took out a small felt hat from the basket and handed it to Tang Sanfu.

Tang Sanfu took the little felt hat, removed the golden circle, looked left, looked at it again, and handed it back to Guanyin.

Guanyin: "?? ”

"Bodhisattva, you don't know where to make this golden hoop, one side is narrow and the other is narrow, this must be heavy and uncomfortable to wear on your head.

And the shape of this golden hoop is too old, and now everything is fashionable and trendy.

In particular, the decoration worn on the head should be avant-garde.

Just this golden hoop is worn on Wukong's head, I am embarrassed to lead him out, shame!

When people look at the golden hoop on his head, they will think that I, as a master, have no taste. ”

Pointing to the shortcomings of the golden hoop, Tang Sanfu handed the golden hoop back to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"By the way, Bodhisattva, where did you make this golden hoop? We have a blacksmith in Hades Town, with exquisite craftsmanship, fine workmanship, integrity, and customer first.

The utensils created by the blacksmith Wang are always at the forefront of fashion and belong to the group that leads the trend.

Next time you want to build something, I'll introduce you there.

That's right.

Bodhisattva, you see, the ring on the poor monk's hand was knocked out by the blacksmith Wang with a mixture of three incense sticks, a sledgehammer of fifty and a small hammer of thirty. ”

Guanyin: "......" MMP, am I telling you about avant-garde or not-garde things?

Am I telling you about whether the golden hoop looks good or not?

What I'm telling you is that this golden hoop can make your disobedient apprentice obedient.

Where the hell did you go?

Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to slap the monk with abnormal brain circuits in front of him, Guanyin almost squeezed a sentence out of his teeth.

"Tang San's funeral, the poor monk gave you a golden hoop, which you want to use to discipline your big apprentice Sun Wukong.

If he does not have this golden hoop, if he commits sins in the future, what will you discipline him? ”

Tang Sanfu saw that the Bodhisattva had a tendency to get angry, and opened his mouth and took back the words that came to his mouth.

"Okay, then the poor monk will reluctantly accept it.

However, let's talk about it first, if my Wukong feels uncomfortable wearing it, especially if you have insomnia at night or something, don't blame the poor monk for taking off this golden hoop again! ”

Guanyin: "......" excerpt......

Well, the golden hoop made by the Buddha himself, you can take it off, you have the ability.

"Amitabha!"

The Bodhisattva recited a Buddha name, determined to ignore Tang San's burial stubble and not follow his rhythm.

And then.....

"By the way, Bodhisattva, on the way to learn the scriptures, the poor monk here has something to say to you.

A month ago in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, Bodhisattva, you left the brocade robe and the nine-ring tin staff and left, regardless of whether the poor monk was willing to learn the scriptures.

Now the poor monk wants to answer you positively, for the matter of learning scriptures, the poor monk is ......"

"That...... Tang San's funeral, the poor monk Nanhai still has some things to deal with, and this time I took the time to send you a golden hoop.

The South China Sea is in a hurry, so the poor monk will not delay here for more, so he will leave first. ”

As he spoke, Guanyin flew directly into the sky, leaving Tang San with a fluttering back.

"By the way, Tang San's burial, you must remember to put the golden hoop on that monkey, otherwise you will be mortal...... Every...... Where ......"

The last exhortation, before the sentence was finished, Guanyin was cassette.

Seeing that Tang Sanfu also flew up at some point, followed behind the Bodhisattva, and waved his hand to the Bodhisattva with a smile when the Bodhisattva turned around to admonish.

"Bodhisattva, what do you say?"

Guanyin: "....... Can you fly? ”

Tang Sanfu nodded, with a look of course, "Yes, I will do it since I was a child!" Any questions? ”

Bodhisattva: "...... Buddha, come and take a look at your old man, your family will fly to learn the scriptures, can this scriptures still be successful?"

"No, no problem....."

No problem, it's so weird!

The Bodhisattva roared wildly in his heart, looking at Tang San's burial, as if he was looking at a plague god.

He swore that he would never see this disgusting bastard again unless it was particularly necessary.

"Oh!"

Tang Sanyu nodded, "By the way, the poor monk caught up to tell the Bodhisattva that the poor monk was very willing to learn the scriptures." ”

After speaking, Tang Sanfu arched his hand to the Bodhisattva, turned around and returned to the ground, "Bodhisattva, you are good to go." ”

Bodhisattva: "......"

Sincere..... Yes, I want you to be paralyzed with me!

"The white dragon horse, the hooves are facing west, holding Sun Wukong to follow Tang San to bury, it is not easy to learn scriptures from the west, and it is tens of thousands of miles away."

He put a little felt hat on his head to shield himself from the midday sun, so as not to tan his big bald head.

While humming a song, Tang Sanfu returned to the place where the Great Sage was barbecuing in a wonderful mood.

"Monk, what were you singing just now?"

"Oh, just now," Tang Sanfu thought for a moment, "Journey to the West theme song." ”

The Great Sage turned his head to look at Tang San's burial, "Journey to the West? ”

"Ha, yes, Journey to the West is the story of our master and apprentice who went to the West to learn scriptures."

Monkey: "......"

Regarding Tang San's funeral, the Great Sage did not go crazy this time, and seemed to have acquiesced in this master-apprentice relationship.

Tang San's funeral, hey Yile, this is a good phenomenon.

And then......

"How many?"

Ignoring the word master and apprentice, the Great Sage grasped another important point.

"That's right, the master and apprentice have learned scriptures from the West, there is the Tang San burial of the reincarnation of the golden cicada, that is, your master and me, and the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, that is, the great sage you.

There is a little white dragon named Ao Lie, who is the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea, and will become a white dragon horse as a teacher's mount.

There is also the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng, whose big name is Bajie, his nickname is Zhu Wuneng, and his nickname is Zhu Gangguan, who seems to be a pig demon.

Oh yes, I almost forgot.

There is also a sand monk, who was originally a curtain general of the heavenly court, but was later relegated to the quicksand river and became a quicksand spirit who is not a flea or a salted fish. ”

Tang San was talking eloquently, and the monkey looked at him without saying a word.

It wasn't until Tang San finished speaking that the monkey nodded.

"Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Gangguan, Lao Sun knows.

If it were him, even if Lao Sun's strength could not be recovered for the time being, it would be enough to ensure that the monk and you would go all the way to the west safely.

That marshal was originally a disciple of the third generation of Daozu Shan Chuan, and he was a Heavenly Immortal in the Heavenly Court before he was a god, and he fought with my old grandson five hundred years ago, and he was already at the peak of Taiyi's strength at that time.

He has also learned the thirty-six changes of Tiangang, and is proficient in the great powers of the law, heaven and earth, and ordinary demons will not be his opponents.

It's just that I don't know why the Jade Emperor dared to demote him to the mortal world, and he even cast a pig fetus. ”

This doubt is just a moment, and when I think of this journey to the west later, the great sage has already figured out the truth.

After Marshal Tianpeng, who had some impressions of himself, made some summaries, the Great Sage said about the rolling shutter general, "As for the rolling shutter general, his strength is weaker than Tianpeng, but there is one thing you said wrong, monk. ”

"Oh?"

For the Great Sage to be willing to say so many things to himself, Tang Sanfu was willing to get it, and he was also willing to cooperate with the Great Sage's teasing.

"Since the general of the roller shutter has been demoted to the quicksand river, how can he be a flea essence or a salted fish essence."

Tang Sanfu shamelessly asked, "What kind of essence is that?" ”

He has watched several versions of Journey to the West since he was a child, and there is even a big talk called Stephen Chow, Journey to the West, Journey to the West, Journey to the West, Journey to the West, and Journey to the West.

There is no controversy that the Great Sage is a monkey spirit, and that the second senior brother is a pig demon.

Only what kind of essence Lao Sha is, but there are different opinions, and Tang Sanfu also thinks that Lao Sha is most likely a flea or a salted fish. ”

After all, Lao Sha Xitian only seems to shout 666 along the way!

The Great Sage shook his head and looked at Tang Sanfu a little speechlessly, "Monk, you said it yourself, Monk Nasha is a quicksand spirit, what kind of spirit do you think he will be?" ”

"Quicksand?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, "Can this thing become a spirit with quicksand?" ”

The Great Sage asked rhetorically, "Why not?" ”

Looking at the person in front of him, a stone can become a fine, let alone quicksand.

Tang Sanfu nodded, he could only say that the world was so big that there were no surprises.

After seeing Tang San's funeral acceptance, the Great Sage nodded and continued, "As for the white dragon horse you said, Lao Sun has never heard that the old dragon king of the West Sea has a third prince, but the third princess has one. ”

Without waiting for Tang Sanfu to figure out what kind of expression he should have on his face at this time, the Great Sage added, "But the third princess once had a marriage with Yang Jian, and the old dragon king didn't dare to ride him and you as a horse." ”

Tang San's burial: "......" So, my white dragon horse..... Gone?

Looking at the white horse who stayed honestly by the Great Sage's side, Tang Sanfu only felt a burst of heart congestion.

The white horse was robbed, and the white dragon horse was inexplicably gone? This road to the west is 108,000 miles, do you really want him to run there?

After some exchange, the food in the Great Sage's stomach was almost gone.

Getting up from the ground and patting the debris of wood stained on the golden chain mail, the Great Sage turned on his horse and prepared to continue his journey.

Looking back at Tang San's burial, the Great Sage asked casually, "Monk, where did you get this hat, with your bald head..... Not very well matched. ”

Hearing this, Tang Sanyu took off the hat on his head.

"You said this, I just sent it to Guanyin, I think the sun is too hot, so I put it on to block the sun on my head."

The Great Sage's eyes froze, and he was about to say something, but he saw a golden hoop on the top of Tang San's head, reflecting a dazzling luster in the midday sun.

In an instant, the Great Sage's face changed.

"It's ......"