You are by no means a golden cicada. ”

The Donglai Buddha quickly said categorically: "What kind of courage does the golden cicada have to insult the Buddha?"

This young monk just said that the Buddha is an elm, how could it be that golden cicada who is submissive.

"Who the hell are you?"

The Buddha from the east asked again.

"I'm the Golden Cicada. ”

Jin Chanzi replied again: "I did not insult the Buddha. ”

He said indifferently: "The Buddha is elm, and all the Buddhas in Lingshan are." ”

The Donglai Buddha looked at him for a while, but he didn't expect that there was such a bold monk in the world.

"That's it. ”

The Donglai Buddha took out the human seed bag: "Since you are so bold, I will take you back to show the Buddha." ”

"Close!"

He threw the seed bag into the sky.

The seed bag quickly grew larger, turning into a huge suction vortex and covering the golden cicada.

"Amitabha. ”

The golden cicada folded his hands and was not afraid.

The huge suction force pulled up the dirt and grass at his feet, but the golden cicada's feet stood firmly on the ground like old trees rooted, unaffected.

"Master, your human seed bag is not valid for him!"

The little monk was taken aback, it was the first time he saw that the seed bag of the Buddha from the east could not suck people.

The Buddha from the east felt strange.

Once his human seed bag is opened, even the Bodhisattva will be difficult to dodge.

Although Jin Chanzi is a disciple of the Buddha and has profound mana, he has empty mana but is not good at using it, he is a nerd, and it is impossible to resist.

"He's really not a golden cicada. ”

The Buddha from the east became more and more affirmed.

He recited another incantation, and a golden light flew out from his waist, it was a golden cymbal.

The golden cymbal flew into the air, and suddenly the red light was like electricity, shooting on the golden cicada, the golden cicada frowned slightly, and there was a light on his body, blocking the red light.

The Buddha from the east recited the mantra, and the golden cymbal quickly became larger, split into two, and went to the left and right of the golden cicada.

The golden cicada is as immobile as a mountain.

The two Jin Rao struck beside him, blocked by the body protection fairy light, and they didn't even move an inch.

The Buddha sensed the abnormality.

"Come back!"

He took back the seed bag and the golden cymbal, looked at the golden cicada and asked, "What magic weapon do you have?"

"A monkey hair. ”

Jin Chanzi replied.

“...... Monkey hair?"

The Donglai Buddha was stunned: "Who's?"

As soon as he asked the question, he felt stupid.

In addition to Sun Wukong, who else is so powerful.

The Buddha turned and left.

"Why don't you fight?"

Jin Chanzi asked.

"You and I are both pawns. ”

The Donglai Buddha said: "There is no point in fighting any longer. ”

Jin Chanzi thought about it, this is also true.

He followed the Buddha from the east: "The relics seem to have gone far. ”

"The lantern of the Buddha has dimmed. ”

The little monk also said.

The light of the Buddha's lantern is rapidly dimming, indicating that the relics of the World-Honored One are moving away from here.

At a fork in the road, the footsteps of the Donglai Buddha and the golden cicada suddenly stopped.

"Left. ”

"Right. ”

Both said at the same time.

The Donglai Buddha turned to look at the golden cicada: "That relic is not a mortal thing, but the incarnation of the mana of a world-honored one. ”

"We look for each other. ”

Jin Chanzi continued: "If you don't find him, you'll have to waste a few more years." ”

"That's true. ”

The Buddha nodded and walked to the left.

The golden cicada walked to the right, and when she walked past a bush of grass, the grass shook slightly, and a shadow was left in the dew of the blades of grass.

"Master, which side is it?"

The little monk on the left asks the Buddha from the east.

"The Buddha said it was on the left. ”

The Buddha said that the direction of the lantern is to the left, and it is not wrong to act in this direction.

"What if it's on the right?"

The little monk asked again.

"Then grab it. ”

The Donglai Buddha replied, "That monk is not my opponent, as long as I find the relics, I can snatch them." ”

He said as he wrote two words on his hand.

One word 'turn' disappeared to the ground, and the other word 'wind' turned into a light wind and chased after the golden cicada.

The Donglai Buddha said again: "If it weren't for Sun Wukong's personal arrival, the monk would definitely not be able to beat me." ”

"But Master, you can't even crack Sun Wukong's hair. ”

The little monk said.

"Nonsense!"

Donglai Buddha's face sank: "That's because the master is not serious!"

He is the future master of Buddhism, and he is invincible, how can he not be able to beat a single hair?

The Buddha and the little monk soon walked away.

Soon after, Ding Chuan and the seven spider spirits arrived here.

"Which side?"

The spider spirits looked left and right, not knowing which way to go.

Ding slowly got off his horse, took out the pointer and calculated, and then pointed to the left: "This way." ”

The spider spirits led the way to the left.

But after walking a short distance on the left, Ding Xuan noticed that they were disoriented.

"There's weirdness in this way!"

The spider spirits said.

"We're in a maze. ”

Ding slowly replied: "I have to find a way to get out." ”

However, to put it simply, it took them two hours in the maze before they managed to get out.

Walking out of the maze, Ding Xuan found that there was a word 'turn' on the ground, and it was this word that made them turn for two hours.

The seven spiders angrily erased the words.

"Someone must be doing it, let's go after that guy!"

They said.

"No, I can't. ”

Ding said slowly: "There must be a trap ahead, we wait for others, and there is also a hook God." ”

"It's impossible to wait. ”

The seven spider spirits replied, "They are going to stop the bald donkeys, and only we have a chance to find the relics." ”

"Hey, look!"

They suddenly noticed some acquaintances in the distance.

"Isn't that a little bald donkey?"

The spider spirits spotted Muzha and the Virgin, as well as some other novices, trapped on the right side of the road.

"They're chasing after them!"

Ding Xuan was a little surprised, and then asked, "Who is the person who tied them up?"

In front of the novices, there was a young monk who tied them all to a tree.

"You don't understand, I'll teach you. ”

As the monk spoke, he beat the novice with a rattan weave, and even Muzha and the virgin did not let go.

"There is civil strife in Lingshan?"

When Ding Xuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel strange.

"Who is that monk who looks like Elder Jin Cicada?"

At this time, Bai Ma also asked, "Is he also from Huaguo Mountain?"

The seven spider spirits glanced at it, "Do you know Brother Kite?"

"Of course. ”

Bai Ma nodded: "I have seen the portraits of all the beautiful men in Huaguo Mountain. ”

Not only has it seen those beautiful men, but it also knows their stories and personalities.

"This monk is much more domineering than Elder Jin Cicada. ”

Hakuba said.

"But he's Brother Kite. ”

The seven spider spirits replied.

Bai Ma was stunned: "How did Elder Jin Cicada change into this appearance?"

"We got him drunk. ”

The spider spirits replied, "When he was drunk, he became like this." ”