The corpse of the monkey, the residual warmth gradually receded.

The blood cools and begins to dry up and clot.

The young monk howled and cried, but he couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

Raising his sleeves and pretending to wipe away tears, he peeked at the monkey corpse out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, there was a soft sigh.

The monkey in front of him was already too dead to die.

Not only the heart, but even other viscera, stomach and intestines, are already a puddle of minced meat.

The sternum ribs, again, no piece is intact.

Such an injury is more than enough to die a hundred or ten times.

It's just that although the monkey's body is dead, its soul has not left.

Still in his muddy body.

Reluctance to leave.

"It's strange, the butchers of the Tianhe Water Army have always been god-like and ...... to kill demons."

The young monk looked surprised and muttered.

Stretching out his greasy hand, he probed the monkey's heavenly spirit.

In the purple house, a ball of paste.

And so it was. ”

The butchers had never been merciful, but for some reason, they shattered the monkeys of the Purple Mansion, and his soul unbelievably escaped annihilation.

"A small monkey demon, Tianpeng actually sent a star god general and twenty-four elite heavenly soldiers......"

The young monk pondered.

"Since you have met, the little monk will overtake you. The young monk sighed: "Alas, this is a loss-making business. ”

"Nam no Amitabha Night Dota Gadama Night ......"

Sanskrit sounds are resounding, solemn, peaceful and quiet.

It is the Buddha's "Mantra of Death".

Recited three times in a row, the monkey's soul did not react at all, ignoring the introduction of the "Death Mantra".

The young monk frowned deeply.

If you don't believe in evil ground, you can recite it seven times in one breath.

A fine layer of sweat is covered on the forehead.

"Smack"

Abruptly, there was a crisp slap.

The young monk was dazed.

I was confused.

"Buzzing, noisy. ”

The corpse sat up suddenly.

Impatiently, he slapped the young monk on the cheek.

A violent, scorching breath erupted from the monkey's corpse.

With the monkey as the center, the radius is seven zhang, and the grass and trees are black.

The young monk was stunned, and the three holes in the monkey's body squirmed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not for a moment.

The monkey stood up and stretched his muscles.

Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and roared.

The sound shook the sky, and the breath was endless.

There are countless beasts in the mountains, and frightened birds are scurrying.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth lost their minds.

The monkey glanced at the scorched black around him and snorted, "Vulnerable." ”

His gaze fell on the young monk closest to him.

Stupid, but unharmed.

The monkey looked at the young monk with interest.

The young monk relieved himself, covering his hot cheeks, looking aggrieved.

"Don't slap your face next time, okay?"

"Smack"

Without warning, the monkey slapped the young monk in the other cheek.

A look of teaser: "Why should Lao Tzu listen to you?"

The young monk's mind was blank, and he said blankly: "Then, then you fight, fight." ”

"Good. Monkey said.

"Smack"

Another slap in the face.

The young monk rolled his eyes and had gold stars on his head.

"Why, still fighting?"

"Lao Tzu is willing. ”

The monkey pouted.

The young monk's eyes were watery, and he was as aggrieved as a little daughter-in-law.

This time he learned to be obedient and shut up and stopped talking.

The corner of the monkey's mouth cracked a chuckle, this is a wonderful person, he can not be affected in the slightest under his own breath, and he has not been injured in the slightest after being slapped three times. In addition to the unconscious of the first palm, the strength of the next two palms, the monkey is confident, even if it is a small mountain, it is enough to wipe it out.

Glancing at the young monk, the monkey said condescendingly, "Boy, who are you?"

The young monk lowered his head in horror and folded his hands: "Little monk, little monk golden cicada." ”

"Kim, golden cicada. The monkey pondered: "No matter how golden the cicada is, it is only a cicada." ”

"Big, big king......" The golden cicada has a black line.

"What a king, cheesy, ugly to death. The monkey interrupted.

The golden cicada wanted to cry without tears, he just wanted to ask, can he stand up?

The neck is sore and tired.

The monkey thought, he must have a name.

"That, Jin Chanzi, Lao Tzu lacks a name, you give it a name. ”

Jin Chanzi said in fear: "The little monk doesn't dare. ”

The monkey looked fierce: "You try to talk nonsense again." ”

Jin Chanzi shrunk his neck, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Little monk think about it, little monk think about it." ”

Solemnly straightened the robe stained with oil stars, put on a meditative posture, and took out a string of Buddhist beads out of nowhere, and on each Buddha bead, a lifelike golden-bodied Arhat was engraved.

The beads were plucked between his fingers, and there were words in his mouth.

The Sanskrit sound comes out of the mouth, and it is ethereal and difficult to find.

Jerky and obscure.

The monkey was extremely disgusted by the humming sound, and was impatiently preparing to interrupt.

Suddenly, an indescribable aura emanated from the golden cicada.

Wrap the monkeys.

For a moment, the monkey's gaze froze, and he lost his mind.

In a trance, the monkey seems to see that there are countless visible or invisible lines between the vast heaven and the earth, forming a magnificent heavenly net, connecting everything in the universe to each other, nothing and no one can be detached.

Even the monkey itself has countless threads that stretch into countless unknowns.

It seems like a moment, and it seems like a long time.

The breath suddenly dispersed.

The monkey came back to his senses from his trance.

"Monkey King!"

The golden cicada seemed to be enchanted, dancing with her hands and looking crazy.

"Your name is Monkey King!" Monkey King ......"

"Lao Tzu called you a name! I don't want you to tell Lao Tzu to call you 'Monkey King'......"

When the three words "Monkey King" were read, the monkey's heart trembled inexplicably.

Looking at the golden cicada who was still immersed in some unknown state, the monkey suddenly had an illusion that there seemed to be an invisible line connecting him and the golden cicada, and there was a feeling that he had known each other for a long time.

"Monkey King ?......"

I silently recited it several times in my heart, as if a voice from a distant and unknown was telling him over and over again in the monkey's heart that his name was Monkey King!

The monkey shook its head, dispelling the strange feeling, and the six senses suddenly returned to their clarity.

"Okay, let's call Sun Wukong!"

The monkey is finalized.

Seeing that the golden cicada hadn't woken up yet, the monkey slapped it away.

With a "snap", the golden cicada woke up with a scream.

Covering his face, he looked submissive: "That, that, the little monk hasn't thought of a name yet, you wait, wait......"

The monkey was stunned, and although he didn't know why, he suddenly laughed.

"Don't think about it anymore, I'm the Monkey King!"

"I am the Monkey King!"

As if to declare, arrogant, unstoppable.

Fangcun Mountain, strange laughter echoed, birds and beasts scattered.

When he was happy, the monkey suddenly stumbled.

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

The monkey hugged his head and roared, "Give Lao Tzu some points." ”

The golden cicada was sneaking up, and the monkey roared, and suddenly sat on the ground again in fright.

A scorching fire, vast power gathered on the monkey's body.

The monkey bared its teeth and grinned, revealing its fierce light.

A battle without gunpowder.

Ignite in the inner world of the monkey.

The curtain came to an end as the monkey's chest rose and fell to calm down.

The monkey picked up the golden cicada and leaped into the air, one step at a time.

Not much.

Landed in front of the three-star cave door.

"Grandpa Sun wants to cultivate, but Bodhi won't accept me, what should I do?"

The monkey threw the golden cicada on the ground and asked.

Jin Chanzi rolled his eyes and said, "He doesn't accept you, you can learn by yourself." ”

The monkey stared at the golden cicada with an expressionless face.

Jin Chanzi shuddered for no reason, and hurriedly explained: "There is a 'Collection Pavilion' in Sanxing Cave, which contains countless supreme secret books of Taoism and Buddhism, as well as those of the demon clan, you can find anything you want to learn." ”

After speaking, the golden cicada flattered, leaned to the monkey's ear, and said mysteriously: "The most important thing is that the guardian of the 'Collection Pavilion' and the little monk have a good relationship. ”

The monkey said unhurriedly: "But the stone gate of the Sanxing Cave is still closed." ”

Jin Chanzi pointed to the stone tablet in front of the cave door and said, "As long as this stone tablet can be refined, the Sanxing Cave will be in and out unimpeded." ”

On the stele, "Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Leaning Moon Three Star Cave", mysterious mystery.

The monkey stood in front of the stele, the corners of his mouth cracked a subtle arc that was not easy to detect, and he stretched out his hand and stuck it to the stele.

A violent and scorching breath swept in.

The momentum of the monkey is rising.

A hurricane formed.

The golden cicada's cheeks hurt when he shaved it, and he couldn't help but remind: "This stone tablet is condensed by Uncle Bodhi with the heart of the Dao, and it needs to be sensed and refined with the heart, and it cannot be broken by brute force." ”

The monkey was silent, a sneer cracking into the corner of his mouth.

An indescribable aura of the Great Dao surged out of the monkey's body, passed through the palm of his hand, and crossed into the stone tablet.

For a time, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the sun and moon were silent.

"Buzz ......"

The stele vibrates endlessly, blooming with blue and gold two colors of light, reflecting each other, soaring into the sky.

Avenue and Ming.

Deafening.

The monkey shouted violently, his eyes were hideous, the green tendons were rising, and a surging and unstoppable aura of the avenue gushed out, washing the stone tablet.

"Boom"

There was a thunderclap on the ground.

The stele was finally overwhelmed.

Burst into a cloud of dust.

With a "click", the stone door of the Sanxing Cave slowly opened.

Jin Chanzi looked sluggish.

"It's too much, it's too messy. “

The corners of the monkey's mouth curled, and he said, "Sanxingdong, now let's go in and out." ”

Gasping for air, feeling his body run out of strength and gradually lose control.

"The price of forcibly occupying the body, can you only hold on to this extent?"

The body couldn't help but feel dizzy, the eyelids drooped, and the headheadedness was lightheaded.

The monkey's eyes went dark and he finally lost consciousness.

Another monkey, who was waking up, faintly heard a lonely voice.

"Grandpa Sun opened the door to cultivation for you, don't embarrass Grandpa Sun. ”