Day after day, year after year, time flies, time flies, the hourglass of time, flows rapidly, in an instant, it is five hundred years. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past five hundred years, Mo Fan has not wasted a day, he has been cultivating diligently, and he has only talked to Sun Wukong once or twice on the way. The content of the conversation is still about the tricks of improving the late stage of the transformation of the gods.

Although the aura is thin, which leads to a longer period of meditation and cultivation, it is precisely because of this that Mo Fan's mind has been tempered, and it is the so-called ability to endure loneliness in order to achieve great achievements. The strength of his divine sense, in these five hundred years of boring cultivation, actually unknowingly raised to the seventh layer!

The strength of his divine consciousness has been greatly improved, even if Mo Fan is in the seal, as long as his mind moves, he can control the items within tens of thousands of miles around him. As a result, whenever Mo Fan was testing his divine sense, the surrounding people saw the wind blowing, the mountains shaking, and the cattle and sheep flying, thinking that there was a demon doing evil......

In addition to the great progress in his divine sense, Mo Fan's cultivation has also steadily improved in these hundreds of years of cultivation. In a hundred years, he raised his cultivation to the peak of the middle stage of the god transformation, and then it took another three hundred years, and after many epiphanies, he finally broke through to the late stage of the god transformation.

In the last hundred years, he stabilized his abilities in all aspects, refined his magic weapon, and patiently waited for the arrival of the five hundred years.

"It's boring! It's so boring that it's scum! ”

Sun Wukong, who has lived in hell for the past five hundred years, every day, the same picture appears in front of his eyes, watching the changes of spring, summer, autumn and winter, he secretly records the years of suppression.

"If you come to the Buddha, you old horseman, how long will you still press me? If you dare to let me out, we will fight to the death. Raising his head to the sky and scolding every day has become Sun Wukong's only hobby.

"Five hundred years, five hundred years, you don't want to keep me here for the rest of your life, do you? I'm not convinced, it's not me who is wrong, why don't you catch the Jade Emperor? ”

Thousands of miles of lonely wilderness, an unchanging layer of sky. Suddenly, a white figure floated in, breaking the silence. This person is a woman, wearing a wonderful lotus flower on her head, stepping on a seven-colored lotus canopy, holding a pure white jade dew bottle in her hand, and maintaining a smile that dispels all suffering.

"Which fairy sister are you, why haven't I seen you?" Sun Wukong looked at the person in front of him, and he was particularly excited, you know, he hadn't seen other creatures for five hundred years.

"Sun Wukong, Mo Fan, I am Master Guanyin of the Purple Bamboo Forest, and I have something important to tell you this time."

The sound of Miao Lian Shenghua came, directly piercing the seal and reaching the ears of Mo Fan, who was cultivating.

"It's finally here." Mo Fan smiled slightly, as if he had expected everything.

"Sister Guanyin, you see how miserable we are, when we are hungry, we can only eat iron and stone, and when we are thirsty, we can only drink copper water, so you can help let us out!" Sun Wukong prayed.

"Hehe, don't panic, let me ask you first, what have you realized over the years?"

"Well, this, this!" Sun Wukong spared his head and couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Actually, I also guessed that after so many years of suppression, your temperament has definitely improved greatly."

"Master Guanyin, I don't know what you are here for? It's not that when we reach the end of our sentence, we are ready to let us out. Mo Fan spoke up.

"Eh, I'm better than you, you are a big dingdong, you kid, I thought you were dead after so many years of silence!" Sun Wukong said.

"I'm here just to give you a chance to save yourself. Soon there will be a monk who will go to the west to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures, if you are willing to follow him on the road to learn the scriptures, then he will recite a mantra to release you, if not, then you will have to be suppressed forever under the mountain. Guanyin Bodhisattva said the purpose of this trip, which means that Sun Wukong and Mo Fan will be Tang Sanzang's bodyguards.

"Thank you, Master Guanyin, I know what to do." Mo Fan happily accepted it, in order to get out, he had to accept this condition.

"Well, why don't you just bring a monk to learn from the scriptures, a small problem." Sun Wukong also followed suit, but looking at his purring eyes, I am afraid that he wanted to escape far away as soon as he got out.

"Very good, I hope you will remember that your trip is a good opportunity to make amends. The monk who learned the scriptures is called Tang Sanzang, you become his eldest apprentice and second apprentice respectively, wear what he gave you, and he will save you. With that, Guanyin Bodhisattva's lotus throne spun rapidly and flew away from here in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, junior brother, let's agree to come down for the time being, and when the monk rescues us from the mountain, we will immediately run away, how about it?" Sun Wukong discussed with Mo Fan in a whisper.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Mo Fan said helplessly, and he didn't break it.

……

Ten days later, a staff in his hand and a big bald head on a white horse came here.

Although he looked exhausted from the scorching sun, when he found the Five Finger Mountain and the Six Finger Mountain next to each other in front of him, he immediately came to his senses. Approaching step by step, when he saw Sun Wukong with only his head and arms exposed, he thought to himself: "Presumably this is my good disciple." ”

And Sun Wukong, while looking at this big bald head, also thought in his heart: "Could it be that this person is the little monk who came to save me?" ”

Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang were very close to each other, both of them smiled, looked at each other, and said one after another: "Hello." ”

"Guanyin told you everything, right?" Monkey King said.

"I've said it, I think Guanyin told you too, right?" Tang Seng nodded.

"That's it!" Sun Wukong pouted, "It's a good thing, right?" ”

"Good thing, for you."

"It's better for you, with my Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave Monkey King Monkey King and my junior brother Ling Tian Immortal King to protect you, you are lying down, and we can also send you to get the Western Meridian safely!" Sun Wukong grinned and kept laughing, and then he shouted to the side, "Senior brother, we can go out!" ”

"Amitabha, whether he can get the Western Sutra is still unknown." Tang Sanzang recited a Buddhist commandment.

"Hey, why is there so much nonsense, will you?" Sun Wukong said impatiently.

"Yes, polite!"

"I'm asking if you're going to get me out!" Sun Wukong said helplessly.

"Of course I will, but will you?"

"If I could, I would have saved myself five hundred years ago."

"I mean politeness."

"No, it won't."

"Really?"

"No, it won't."

"You look smart, really?"

"No, it won't."

"Oh, that Five Finger Mountain is also an ideal place to be." Tang Sanzang turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hey, wait, I'm wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the little monkey doesn't know how to measure, please rescue me..."