The Yellow Wind Monster didn't give "Chen San" and Sun Wukong a chance to defend themselves at all, and directly resorted to a killer move, grabbing a handful of Xuntu from the ground.

Sun Wukong has quick eyes and hands, and wants to use his body to subdue the Yellow Wind Monster before he can use his magical powers.

However, the Yellow Wind Monster itself is a rat, and its speed is not much slower than that of Sun Wukong.

Before Sun Wukong got close, he saw another gust of wind and sand.

Zhu Bajie flew out upside down in an instant, crashed into a boulder more than a dozen feet away, and fell back to his original appearance.

Regardless of the pain, he hurriedly found a shelter and hid.

The wind and sand entered his eyes, and Sun Wukong only felt that a pair of fiery eyes were like being pricked by needles, followed by a hot stinging pain.

The Yellow Wind Monster laughed wildly in the wind, but Sun Wukong couldn't even open his eyes, and it was difficult to capture his position.

Angry jumping on the spot, impotent and furious.

Zhu Bajie poked his head out behind the boulder and kept patting his chest: "Good girl, how powerful is this strange wind!" ”

The Yellow Wind Monster crossed his hands on his hips and said proudly: "Bi Ma Wen, it seems that you are no more than Er'er, if you are willing to kneel down and call me grandpa, how about this king spare your life?" ”

When Sun Wukong heard this, he was immediately furious, picked up the golden hoop stick and waved it randomly: "Shameless monster, my old grandson carelessly underestimated the enemy, so I will fall into your way, if you have the ability, you can withdraw the demon wind, see if my old grandson doesn't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy!" ”

"Hey! Bi Ma Wen, you are hard! But wait a little longer, when my kamikaze will cut you apart and your soul will be scattered, I wonder if you will still be the hardest! ”

Huang Feng Monster said, grabbed a handful of Xuntu from the ground, and prepared to add ingredients to Sun Wukong.

Suddenly.

An iron rod with a thickness of more than a foot fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the ground in front of the Yellow Wind Monster, shaking the earth for a while, and even the wind and sand were swept away a lot.

The Yellow Wind Monster squinted, and through the wind and sand, he saw a person standing on the boulder in the distance.

The person who came was dressed in rags, thin and tall, standing tall and tall in the wind, standing tall and tall like a pine and cypress, and the clothes were swaying backwards with the wind, which was quite a sense of fairy wind and bones.

The Yellow Wind Monster was a little surprised.

"Hey, isn't this the monk who just came with Sun Wukong and was just blown away by me?"

"Why are you suddenly not afraid of my samadhi kamikaze?"

The person who came was Chen San's deity.

In order to cope with this samadhi kamikaze, Chen San reluctantly cut two walnut-sized black pearls from Elder Jinchi, ground them into two opaque slices, and picked the silk on the Zen staff to make a pair of sunglasses.

Real sunglasses, put on your eyes and touch the black, and you can't see your fingers.

However, even if he is "blind", it does not affect him to pretend to be forced at all.

As for why Chen San was able to stand tall in the wind, tall as a pine, it all depended on Ao Lie holding his legs down there.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chen San cleared his throat and said loudly: "Listen! ”

"I am in front of the seat, the golden cicada holy Buddha, Lingshan I respect, entrusted by His Majesty Taizong of the East Earth Continent, to go to the west to learn scriptures, where are you from, dare to spread wild here, don't hurry up and be captured, the deity can also leave you a whole corpse!"

The Yellow Wind Monster suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

Another one pretending to be a golden cicada!

Is it true that the king of this does not recognize the golden cicada?

Act wildly? Obviously, they ran to my door to provoke, okay?

"Since you say you're a golden cicada, do you recognize me?"

"What kind of identity do you have, what kind of status do you have, and you are worthy of being recognized by the deity......"

Chen San suddenly remembered that his "Xuanzang" was also fake, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

However, there is no need to be afraid of him, after all, he has made careful arrangements before coming.

"Since you insist on committing it if you refuse to do it, you will blame me!"

Chen San didn't plan to talk too much, there was too much nonsense, and it was easy to affect the forced style.

So he turned his head and whispered, "Long Long, you can start!" ”

Chen San suddenly rolled up a gust of wind around his body, blowing the already drumming monk's clothes hunting, and then a silver dragon phantom surrounded his body, and the sound of the dragon's chant shocked a hundred miles, which can be described as full of visual effects.

The Yellow Wind Monster was horrified when he saw this, and he didn't care about decency in his panic, like a toad lying on the ground, blowing all the Xuntu under him towards Chen San.

I saw Chen San take a step forward, lift up the monk's robe and tie it around his waist, pat his back lightly, and shouted: "Please baby!" ”

A fairy light, a touch of immortal sword flew out from Chen San's waist, as fast as lightning, like wind and thunder.

With a crisp sound, the heart guard on the Yellow Wind Monster's chest was directly shocked by the fairy sword, and the whole person slid backwards for more than three feet.

Chen San said with annoyance: "After all, the Tao is shallow, and it is not as powerful as Wuchao Zen Master." ”

But even if he failed to hit the Yellow Wind Monster hard, the Yellow Wind Monster was afraid from the bottom of his heart, just because Chen San had not yet used all his strength.

"Who are you?"

The Yellow Wind Monster covered his chest and said in horror.

Chen San smiled slightly: "If you want to hear it again, then okay, I am like coming to the seat, the Golden Cicada Holy Buddha, and I respect the Lingshan ......."

Zhu Bajie saw that the limelight had turned at this time, and he had already run out from behind the boulder, approaching Chen San's side, and when he heard Chen San's self-introduction, he immediately understood the reason why he was exposed by the Yellow Wind Monster just now.

"It must be that when I pretended to be the master, I didn't report to my family carefully enough!"

A trace of blood appeared on the corner of the Yellow Wind Monster's mouth, and he said indignantly: "Even if you are really a golden cicada, this king is not afraid of you, but everything must be reasoned with, I have neither taken the initiative to provoke, nor indiscriminately killed innocents, what reason do you have to kill me!" ”

Chen San was slightly stunned.

Yes, people have not embarrassed themselves, and they have indeed not disregarded people's lives, so the reason for doing so is not sufficient!

Besides, such a big rat monster can attain the Tao at the foot of Lingshan, can you not know it?

Bao Buqi is a cute pet raised by a Buddhist man.

Don't those immortals and bodhisattvas like to indulge their mounts and little servants to do evil, and then subdue them, so as to win the faith of the good people?

It seems that it really can't be killed!

Chen San was a little undecided, and at that time he was only thinking about finding someone to try the power of the Immortal Flying Sword, but he didn't take this layer into account.

Seeing Chen San's hesitation, Huang Fengwei was unwilling to give up this rare opportunity, and turned around to slip away.

But suddenly a golden rod fell from the top of his head, and struck him heavily on the waist.

The Yellow Wind Monster's body stiffened, and his palms slowly fell to the ground with claws, turning into a fat yellow-haired golden rat and squirming slightly.

Chen San looked up and saw an auspicious cloud above his head, a person sitting on the cloud, with a white face but no lack of solemnity, the Buddha light appeared on his head, and he couldn't distinguish between men and women.

"This should be Lingji Bodhisattva."

Beside Lingji Bodhisattva, there was also a long-bearded old man, although he was dressed as a folk husband, Chen San, who was familiar with the plot of Journey to the West, had already guessed who he was.

"Tai Bai Xing, somehow here?"

The old man was startled, and glanced at Lingji Bodhisattva timidly: "What a Tang monk, he actually recognized me at a glance." ”