Day 2.

Li Furen took the tin staff and walked alone along the valley Maolin Creek, and after two hours of walking, he came to a huge basin in the wilderness.

The autumn breeze is blowing, the grass is blowing, standing and looking at the huge mountains and autumn forests at the end, Li Furen sighed: "Although I have only walked for a few days, this feeling is really indescribable......

"Traveling west is a rare ordeal for anyone, so you might as well keep going." The Golden Crow God King said.

Without speaking, Li Furen looked inwardly at the tin rod and closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures and asked, "What should I call you in the future?"

Opening his eyes and raising his head, Tang Seng said: "The donor can call the poor monk Xuanzang!"

Nodding, Li Furen said with a smile: "It's not easy to go over the mountains and mountains this way!"

"Amitabha." Tang Seng lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name.

Without further words, Li Furen withdrew his divine sense and continued to move forward.

"If you see the mountain in the distance that looks like a palm, it is the Five Finger Mountain that presses Sun Wukong." The Golden Crow God King said.

Looking into the mountains at the end of the distance, there was indeed a huge green mountain shaped like a palm, Li Furen looked at it for a moment and nodded.

"If you pretend not to find him after you pass, he will take the initiative to call you, he has been waiting for you for a long time." The Golden Crow God King said.

"I have been pressed for five hundred years, and I really pity my son." Li Furen sighed lightly.

"Now is not the time to recognize him." The Golden Crow God King said.

Who wants to see their children suffer, Li Furen shook his head.

Half an hour later, just as Li Furen was walking along a mound slope with sand and rocks, suddenly a shout came from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, a kilometer away on the left.

"Master—master—" I heard the voice shouting excitedly.

Deliberately pretending not to know who was calling him, Li Furen shook his head left and right and shouted, "Who is talking?"

"Master! Master! It's me, it's me—" the voice excited.

Pretending to continue to look around in confusion, Li Furen smiled at the Golden Crow God King in his heart: "This Monkey King's voice is really no different from the Sun Monkey on TV."

"The monkey avatar itself has a high-pitched voice, which is normal." The Golden Crow God King said.

Smiling, Li Furen immediately continued to say loudly: "Who are you, what do you call the poor monk to do?"

"Master, I am the Monkey King of the Monkey King who made trouble in the sky five hundred years ago, and was suppressed here by the Buddha by mistake. Sun Wukong said excitedly.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Li Furen said, "Then where are you?"

"Master, I was suppressed under the mountain, you can see me if you keep walking." Monkey King said.

"Okay, you wait for the poor monk for a while, and the poor monk will come!" Li Furen pretended to say.

"Uh-huh!" Sun Wukong hurriedly responded.

Smiling slightly, Li Furen didn't hesitate and walked straight towards Wuzhi Mountain.

Fifteen minutes later, under a towering granite cliff, Li Furen came to the location of Sun Wukong.

Looking at the image of Sun Wukong, which was similar to his impression, and the mountain stone that pressed it without the slightest gap, Li Furen said: "You are the person who Guanyin Bodhisattva let go of and protect me?"

"Exactly! Precisely! Seeing him, Sun Wukong's mossy and weedy head looked at him and hurriedly nodded happily.

Sighing in his heart, Li Furen stepped forward and lightly removed the weeds and moss from his head.

"Master, you?" Seeing the unconcealed love on his face, Sun Wukong was slightly stunned, but for some reason there was a sense of familiarity with him.

Seeing that his shining golden eyes were staring at him intently, Li Furen pretended not to see it and asked, "How can I let you out?"

"Master, have we met before?" Sun Wukong suddenly asked.

With a heartbeat, Li Furen looked at him and said, "No."

Somehow, he had a feeling of familiarity with it, and Sun Wukong was helpless in his heart, so he had to reappear with a smile and said: "Master, there is a sealing spell sticker on the mountain above my head, and the master only needs to go up and remove the disciple to come out."

Looking up at the distant cliff he gestured to, Li Furen nodded slightly.

"You put the hoop on him before you go, otherwise you won't be able to control it when he comes out." The Golden Crow God King said.

Guanyin Bodhisattva directly gave himself the hoop when they met for the first time, it was obvious that the plot was different, Li Furen didn't think much about it, looked back at Sun Wukong and said: "The Bodhisattva said that the poor monk is not good at controlling you after you come out, let the poor monk put a tight hoop on you before letting you out, are you willing to accept it?"

"What circle?" Sun Wukong was surprised.

Taking out the tight hoop that belonged to him from the baggage, Li Furen stepped forward and half-squatted to show him.

"What's the use of that?" Sun Wukong was surprised, and felt that it was just an ordinary golden circle.

"This thing is called a tight hoop, after you put it on, as long as the poor monk recites the mantra in the future, you will be in unbearable pain, so that the poor monk can discipline you." Li Furen said.

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows.

"Would you like to?" Li Furen asked.

Staring at the hoop circle, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed slightly, and Sun Wukong fell into thought.

"If you don't want to, the poor monk will leave." Li Furen is about to leave.

"Don't! Master, I'm willing, I'm willing! Afraid that he was really leaving, Sun Wukong hurriedly said.

Looking back at him, Li Furen said: "The poor monk is not a person who loves to punish, as long as you listen to the poor monk in the future, the poor monk will never recite this mantra to harm you."

"Okay, it's enough to have a master's words, hurry up and put it on Lao Sun!" Sun Wukong said repeatedly, for fear that he would regret it.

Dumbfounded, Li Furen couldn't help but shake his head and whispered: "Silly boy......"

Hearing this, the deaf and clear-eyed Monkey King couldn't help but look up at him.

"What's wrong?" Li Furen, who was about to put a tight hoop on him, asked with a smile.

didn't speak, Sun Wukong just stared at him tightly, but it was his silly boy that reminded him of memories that were once too familiar to be familiar anymore.

"He's not stupid!" The Golden Crow God King said.

Li Furen was puzzled.

"If he can guess your identity, just tell him, and if he can't, don't tell him." The Golden Crow God King said.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't tell him?" Li Furen was surprised.

"It's better not to tell than to tell, but if you really tell him, it doesn't mean the worst outcome, it depends on the situation." The Golden Crow God King said.

Li Furen nodded slightly.

"Do you wear it or not?" Li Furen asked Sun Wukong with a smile.

"Master, do you know a person named Li Furen?" Sun Wukong stared at him and asked quietly.

"What?" Li Furen pretended to be puzzled.

Staring into his eyes, Sun Wukong seemed to see something.

"If you don't wear a poor monk, you can leave?" Li Furen pretended to be angry and said.

"Uh...... Wear it! Sun Wukong hurriedly came back to his senses and stretched out his head.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Li Furen immediately put on a tight hoop for him and combed his messy hair.

His body trembled, and Sun Wukong looked up at him again.

"The poor monk went to unseal you." Li Furen said with a smile.

"Daddy!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Sun Wukong couldn't help but call.

After a slight pause, Li Furen sighed in his heart, turned around and pretended to be puzzled: "What did you say?"

Seeing his unknown expression, Sun Wukong sighed secretly in his heart, and immediately smiled and said, "It's nothing, master, go quickly!"

"Amitabha!" Li Furen folded his hands together and recited the Buddha horn lightly and nodded.