Because Du Fei is a black bear spirit born in the mountains, he has no potential to tap at all, and it is useless to learn it.

However, Tang Sanzang was different.

He's the reincarnation of the golden cicada!

As the second disciple of the Buddha, Jin Chanzi naturally cultivates himself, needless to say, even if he is not a quasi-saint, then at least he must have the level of the late stage of Da Luo Jin Xian to the peak.

If you use the supernatural power [Exercise], you can unearth the power of the true spirit that belongs to the sleeping golden cicada.

How strong is Tang Sanzang?

Throughout the entire Journey to the West.

In the eighty-one difficulties, except for Zhenyuan Daxian, who is worthy of a battle?

……

Before nightfall, Tang Seng and his entourage finally arrived in Gongzhou City.

The officials in the city who had already received the news went out of the city to greet them, and after some greetings, they prepared a meal, and after Tang Seng and others used it, they were sent to the upper room of the post station to rest.

It's night.

Tang Sanzang sat on the bed and started the evening class.

"After thirty-six thousand years of waiting, you are my Maas...... Ahem, my host? ”

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in Tang Sanzang's ears.

"Who is it?!"

Tang Seng opened his eyes suddenly, looking around in a panic.

"You don't need to look for it, I'm in your sea of knowledge, you and I don't have to open your mouth, you can communicate with each other with your mind." The deep old man's voice sounded in Tang Seng's ears again.

Tang Seng was shocked, "Why are you in the sea of poor monks?" ”

"It's a long story......

Du Fei pretended to say something deeply, and then passed the words that had been made up a long time ago to Tang Seng.

After a long time, Tang Seng finally understood.

"Are you saying that because the poor monk cleaned the Buddha shrine on the mountain road, and the Buddha shrine is your dwelling place, you will bear cause and effect and enter the sea of knowledge of the poor monk?"

Tang Sanzang tried to sort it out.

"Not bad!"

"And who are you?"

"I am a Gatling Bodhisattva!"

Tang Seng's eyes widened suddenly, and then he said with a puzzled expression: "The poor monk has never heard of a Bodhisattva with this title in Buddhism. ”

Du Fei let out a long sigh, and his tone was abrupt, "I didn't expect that today, the later generations of Buddhism have forgotten my name." Anyway, I'll tell you where I really come from. ”

"Please Bodhisattva."

Du Fei said leisurely: "In ancient times, the heroes rose together, the Three Realms were in chaos, and I was the first pair of red sticks in Buddhism at that time. ”

"Relying on unique magical powers, there is no invincible opponent in the Three Realms!"

"Known as Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure and depleted uranium bombs, one breath of 3,600 revolutions, great mercy and compassion for the world!"

"However, I was calculated by the traitorous immortals, and finally fell with hatred, but before I passed away, I sealed all the inheritance and a wisp of remnant soul in this [strongest Buddha system], waiting for someone who is destined."

"And you are the little monk who is destined for me."

After hearing this, Tang Sanzang was stunned.

"Don't think so much!"

Seeing this, Du Fei took the opportunity to bewitch and said: "Sanzang, I have a method here, called [Physical Degree], which is powerful, it is my painstaking work, are you willing to inherit my mantle?" ”

"The poor monk was ordered by the Tang King to go to the west to learn scriptures, and he didn't dare to delay, and the little monk had no leisure to practice for the time being."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and decisively refused.

He's not stupid.

This old grandfather, who lives in his own sea of knowledge and calls himself Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva, is a little strange no matter how you look at it.

He didn't dare to rashly practice the method provided by the other party.

"Sanzang, don't underestimate my magical powers." Du Fei continued to flicker, "If you can cultivate it to the highest depths, you can make all sentient beings listen to your teachings calmly. ”

Hearing this, Tang Seng couldn't help but move.

But the vigilance in his heart made him forcibly suppress the idea of agreeing.

Tang Seng still shook his head, "The poor monk thanked the Bodhisattva." ”

"It's just that the little monk really doesn't have time to practice, and the Dharma is degreed, and the reason is to convince people, this is the method of Buddhism, and the physical degree is ......, and the little monk has never heard of it."

"Alas, Sanzang, you are too young."

"To convince people with reason, you have to be willing to listen to your reasoning, practice my ......," Du Fei persuaded bitterly.

Tang Sanzang closed his hands and closed his eyes, "Bodhisattva doesn't need to say anything. ”

"The poor monk has made up his mind!"

……

In an inn somewhere in Gongzhou City, Du Fei scratched his head depressedly.

This Tang Seng is even more vigilant than he imagined!

No matter what he says, he is actually unmoved, if he refuses to practice the supernatural power called [Physicalization], which is for the sake of [Exercise], won't he be busy with a lot of work in vain?

Rubbing his face, Du Fei felt that he couldn't give up easily.

But how to eliminate Tang Seng's vigilance?

Du Fei put his hand on his cheek, frowned slightly, concentrated, and began to seriously ponder the way to break the game.

Tang Seng was a stubborn monk.

This is a well-known point, and it is impossible to dispel his vigilance or make him change his mind for a while.

Unless you can get a dose of strong medicine!

Du Fei suddenly thought of a sentence, don't hit the south wall and don't look back.

The meaning is also very simple, some people will only change their consistent cognition and way of doing things if they have suffered a big loss.

The most classic example is helping people to be touched porcelain!

As long as ordinary people are falsely accused once, I am afraid that they will never help the elderly again in the rest of their lives, and even tell their children, relatives and friends not to do this kind of thing.

It's not just a matter of getting money scolded.

There is also the grievance of being well-intentioned and the anger of being wronged.

If he could arrange a few similar things for Tang Sanzang, maybe he could break the stubbornness in his heart.

And you have to be ruthless!

Having made up his mind, Du Fei began to think about the right opportunity.

Soon, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

……

In the depths of the night, a majestic mountain rises in the moonlight.

On this ridge, the strange rocks are craggy, overgrown with weeds, it is really a cold and sassy rain forest wind, the sound of the gurgling stream into the water, the fragrant wild flowers bloom, the dense bushes are chaotic rocks, and it is a rugged place.

This is nowhere else, it's the Twin Forks!

Rumor has it that there are three youkai on the ridge.

One is General Yin, who is a tiger spirit; One is called a special sergeant, but he is a cow spirit; The last one who is still related to Du Fei is called Xiong Shanjun, who is a black bear of his own family.

After Tang Sanzang left the Tang Dynasty, the first difficulty he experienced was here, and the two servants he carried with him were also buried here.

"Wild boar, is the meat roasted?"

"The general is urging it!"

Outside a stone cave in the ridge, several hideous-looking little demons were gathering in front of the fire, roasting pieces of bloodstained flesh and bones.

The boar grabbed a human leg and wiped his saliva while saying:

"Wait a minute, don't sprinkle salt."

The urging little demon stood aside and waited, and said casually: "What kind of plan do you offer, you eat raw food on weekdays, and you get some salt during the day, and you actually persuade the general to taste cooked food?" ”

"Cooked, this is still a monster, isn't it?"

The boar smiled, and Gu Zi sprinkled salt, "This person has fine skin and tender meat, which is most suitable for roasting and eating, but you don't know how to do it!" ”

"Human flesh is sour and raw, how can pork be delicious?"

Suddenly, a laugh rang out.

"Who?!"

The demons raised their heads and hurriedly grabbed their weapons.

I saw a personable young man standing behind him.

"Tut-tut, although I want to correct the name of the monsters, but in this Journey to the West world, most of the monsters are not good things." Looking at the scattered flesh and bones beside the fire, Du Fei sighed.

"Who are you?!"

The little demons are not stupid, and they immediately saw that this young man was strange.

"I'm not human, I'm a monster." Du Fei smiled slightly, and a smashing Valudo holding a boulder emerged from behind him.

Demons: Σ(°△ °|||) ︴

Bang!!!

The loud noise outside startled General Yin in the cave.

It sat up, frowned, and roared, "What's going on outside?" ”

"Someone!"

"Boar!? Gray wolf!? ”

There was silence outside the cave, and no demon responded.

Just as General Yin was about to go out to find out, Du Fei staggered into the cave and smiled at General Yin, who was staring at the tiger: "You want to find the two of them, I'll send you over." ”

As he spoke, Smashed Varudo, who was carrying a blood-stained boulder on his shoulder, walked in.

General Yin: "!! ”