Hearing Xuanzang mention the past, Shi Pantuo was very ashamed, and finally got the sentence 'Allow you to return to the vulgar'! Under the great joy, Shi Pantuo kowtowed four or five times in one breath, but Wukong stretched out his hand and pulled it up, so he gave up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was noon, and the husband and wife were anxious to arrange a meal, keep Engong, confess, and go out together.

Wukong had seen it as early as an hour ago when he was driving the clouds, and the three large pools of water in the north of the thatched hut had been planted with a few fruit trees after six years, and there were traces of vegetable seedlings under the trees.

The two husbands and wives came back soon, and saw that they had brought a few wild vegetables, a few frosted eggplants, four or five radishes, and a handful of kidney beans.

After a busy meal under the grass shed behind the house, the meal was good, Wukong Xuanzang and the two had a full meal, and after the meal, they got up to say goodbye, Cuihua and his wife struggled to stay, Xuanzang and Wukong traveled all the way, and they knew the difficulty of life in the barren land, and they were afraid that it was more difficult to make a living under the flame mountain, so they were resolute.

The husband and wife couldn't keep it, so they begged to go slowly for half an hour, Cuihua hurriedly took the surplus grain to make some dry food to accompany her, and this was sent straight to the dark before being persuaded back by Wukong.

After sleeping peacefully under a sand dune and eating the dry food left by Cuihua, Xuanzang Wukong continued eastward.

After only marching for an hour, I saw two figures standing on a sand dune, and when I looked closely, it was a big monk and a small monk, the big monk had a big belly and poop, and he smiled with joy, but the little monk was two yellow eyebrows, holding a wooden fish and knocking unhurriedly.

Xuanzang saw that he was a monk and a Tang Dynasty character, he was extremely happy to see it, and said with a smile: "Amitabha!

The big fat monk smiled and said: "Xuanzang, the king of Tang did not allow you to go west, it was you who crossed the border pass privately, and your royal brother was sealed by the lord of Gaochang Kingdom, you monk, why didn't you change careers and go north to report the grace of the encounter, but returned to the Tang Dynasty first, but it didn't make the benefactor feel cold?"

Xuanzang was stunned for a moment, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha! Before the poor monk traveled west, he listened to Master Changjie admonish: 'I would rather love the soil in my hometown than love the ten thousand taels of gold in my hometown!' Xuanzang was born and raised in the Tang Dynasty, and if he got the true scriptures, he naturally reported his homeland first, and when the scriptures spread, he went to report the kindness of the emperor's brother, so what does it matter if I stay in Gaochang for the rest of my life?"

"Master Changjie?" the fat monk said with a smile: "But your second brother before becoming a monk still thinks about worldly family affection, you six impure monks!"

"Amitabha!" Xuanzang said with a smile: "Whether the poor monk is pure or not, it is all in one mind, how can outsiders judge arbitrarily? This master explores the secular life of the poor monk, and even uses it to ridicule the poor monk, this method can be done by the six pure people?"

"Presumptuous!!" The yellow-eyed boy said angrily: "The master is the Buddha! Knowing the past and the future, you mortal monk dare to slander the Buddha's cultivation with wild words, you really deserve death!"

This pair of masters and apprentices is the boy of Maitreya Buddha and his Si Pan, if he comes to show his name, with Xuanzang's temperament, he bowed down and kowtowed like pounding garlic, but Maitreya opened his mouth is a verbal squeeze, but also accused Xuanzang of impurity, and it is good to say that Xuanzang thinks he is the most devout believer in Buddhism, and he is so slandered, which arouses the arrogance in his heart.

"Buddha?" Xuanzang said with a smile: "Amitabha! Fortunately, the poor monk has not worshipped!"

As soon as he said this, Maitreya's master and apprentice all changed color, and the boy hated and said: "You damned mortal monk! You are a monk in the eastern land, and Li Tang worships the master in all the Shamen monasteries! You dare to say that you have never worshipped?

Xuanzang was shocked when he heard this, but he was the most stubborn, and said with a smile: "Amitabha! What can you do if you have worshiped it? If Venerable Maitreya has a good scripture, why should a poor monk go to the west for 100,000 miles to ask for it?"

The Buddhist scriptures that have been passed down are called Hinayana Buddhism, and it has always been a regret in Maitreya's heart, and Xuanzang was ridiculed by such a mortal monk, but it was like sprinkling salt on the wound, Maitreya sneered: "Xuanzang! If you know each other, go to Gaochang, and then go one step eastward, don't blame this seat for being ruthless, and personally kill you, a false believer who has rebelled!"

Wukong saw the appearance of the two of them and guessed that it was Maitreya's master and apprentice, and he knew that he couldn't be good, but he just sneered on the side but didn't break it, and watched Xuanzang's performance, but Xuanzang's tenacity was much more than he expected, seeing that when it came to life and death, he completely tore his face, where could Wukong continue to watch jokes, coughed and sneered: "Hey! The two of you are amazing! This singing and harmony, bluffing and frightening and threatening death, I also look down on the old grandson Jin hoop stick!"

After that, he took out the golden hoop stick, shook the thickness of the bowl, and looked at the Maitreya master and apprentice who were blocking the road with a smile.

The little monk was furious, shook his body, and became taller than an adult, but he was a monster, if it weren't for the two yellow eyebrows that were particularly eye-catching, who knew at first glance that it was a boy under the Buddha's seat?

The gavel struck, and with a flick of his hand, it turned into a mace, and he held it, which matched his fierce and vicious appearance.

There is Maitreya this big Buddha covered, his little boy is also rampant, and he didn't see the master's solemn expression, he shouted and waved this mace to bully and rushed up, Wukong saw that although he had a bit of momentum, it was really a mediocre martial arts and more disorderly, and it was a kick to go up.

With just one kick, he kicked the demon turned into a boy dozens of feet away, struggled a few times, but the demon body was gone, and one foot was broken and turned back into the appearance of a child, struggling on the ground, how could he not get up.....

The boy was so useless, Wukong was not surprised, looked at Maitreya and sneered: "How did this disciple teach him? It's too! Is there a nourishment but no teaching? I hope you, a teacher and a Buddha, will not disappoint Lao Sun!"

Maitreya hated and said: "Sun Wukong, don't think that you are a disciple of Xuanmen, this seat is afraid of you, even if Lao Jun comes, you must be polite to this seat for three points!

"Hahahaha!!" Wukong said with a smile: "Do you really think that you are the supreme of the Three Realms? Say such a big thing! At the beginning of Wuzhuang Guan, Zhenyuan Daxian happened to be invited by you, do you think Lao Sun can't guess what you are doing? Do you want us to steal the Daxian ginseng fruit to eat, so that Daxian can make it difficult for Lao Sun? You didn't expect that the greedy and lustful Zhu Bajie could endure his greedy mouth, right? To tell you the truth! Bajie seems to be cowardly, but he knows Lao Sun's temper best, although he is greedy, he will never dare to be cheap!"

Maitreya suddenly sneered after hearing this: "It's that this seat underestimates that you are waiting." ”

Wukong said with a smile: "Since the Wuzhuang view, Lao Sun has wanted to meet you Maitreya Monk, and today is just the right wish, demon monk!

Wukong said that he jumped up, and slammed the golden hoop stick with both hands at the bald head, but he wanted to give Maitreya a slap in the head.