"Who are you, why are you blocking my old grandson's way?" Sun Wukong thought of Tang Sanzang's kindness to him, and felt remorseful, and after the words of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, he decided to turn back and find Tang Sanzang. However, he was stopped by a black-clothed Taoist halfway through.

"It doesn't matter who Poor Dao is, what matters is that Poor Dao is here to save you. "The black-clothed Daoist is the Mosquito Daoist.

Sun Wukong sneered: "Save my old grandson? My old grandson King Kong is not bad, he dominates the world, when do you need to save me? I don't care who you are, you want to pretend to be a ghost in front of me, take me first!"

Sun Wukong took out the iron rod and hit him, he is now more and more connected with the iron rod containing the qi of the Nine Shadows, and the power of this iron rod is also increasing. Faced with his stick that opened the mountain and cracked the ground, the mosquito man flicked his sleeve robe and gently pushed the stick away.

"Come again!" Sun Wukong already knew the power of mosquito people, but he was still not convinced, this is his character. It's just that the mosquito man is not good-tempered, he dodged Sun Wukong's attack in a flash, and slapped his left hand on Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong was immediately slapped away by his seemingly gentle palm, and fell into the mountains without any resistance.

"You monkey head, I really don't know what to do. The mosquito man shook his head, "In order to restrain you, Guanyin has prepared a mantra for you. Hello do it yourself. ”

When Sun Wukong came out of the ground, the mosquito man had already disappeared. He bared his teeth and grinned, unconvinced. As for what the mosquito Dao people warned him, Sun Wukong didn't take it to heart.

"This person is eccentric, mysterious and secretive, the next time I see him, I will definitely avenge this palm!"

Tang Sanzang was overjoyed when he saw Sun Wukong coming back. The two chatted a few words, and Sun Wukong went to rummage through Tang Sanzang's package and saw the clothes and hats in it.

"Master, this cloak was brought from Dongtu?" asked Sun Wukong.

"It was worn when I was a child, and if I wore this hat, I would recite the sutra without teaching, and if I wore it, I would do it without performing a salute. Tang Sanzang replied casually, after all, he was a monk and would not lie. When he said this, there was still a nervous look on his face, but Sun Wukong didn't notice it.

When Sun Wukong heard the magic of the coat and hat, he immediately became interested: "Master, wear this coat and hat with me." ”

Tang Sanzang was asking for it.

"I'm afraid that the length is different, if you can wear it, wear it. ”

Sun Wukong immediately took off his old clothes, put on his clothes, and put on his hat. Tang Sanzang saw that he was wearing a hat, and hurriedly put the dry food aside, silently reciting the mantra in his heart. Before Sun Wukong could understand what was going on, he felt pain in his head, as if there was a hoop strangling him. The pain was so intense that he rolled and scratched his hat with his hand.

When Tang Sanzang saw it, he couldn't help but stop, as soon as he stopped, Sun Wukong immediately stopped hurting.

Sun Wukong touched his head with his hand, and he really touched a hoop. The hoop was strangled on his head, and he could not take it off, and he kept pulling it, as if it had taken root. Sun Wukong didn't have time to think about where the hoop came from, he took out the iron rod, made it a ruler long, and then went to pry the hoop.

Tang Sanzang was afraid that he would pry the hoop open, and recited the mantra in his mouth again, and Sun Wukong, who was only in pain, erected a dragonfly and somersaulted, Tang Sanzang saw it and stopped again.

"My head, it turned out that the master cursed me!" Sun Wukong finally understood.

Tang Sanzang said: "I recited the mantra of tightening, how could I have cursed you?"

When Sun Wukong heard this, he immediately recalled the words of the mosquito man: "Master, is this Guanyin Bodhisattva asking you to harm me?"

Tang Sanzang said strangely: "How do you know?"

Sun Wukong has no name in his heart, he hates Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he also hates Tang Sanzang.

"I have never offended Guanyin, why did he harm me so much! Wait for me to hit the South China Sea, find him to reason!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

Tang Sanzang persuaded: "Since this method was granted to me by him, he must know it first, if you look for him and he reads it, won't you die of pain?"

Sun Wukong thought that he was reasonable, but he was only on his face, but he was thinking about mosquitoes in his heart.

"That Taoist knew that Guanyin was hurting me like this, and he came to remind me, but unfortunately I failed his kindness. I don't know if that person has a way to remove the hoop, and the next time I see him, I have to ask him carefully. ”

Because of the tight spell, Sun Wukong no longer dared to resist Tang Sanzang. However, this does not mean that there is no anger in his heart. It's just that these are all hidden by Sun Wukong.

On this day, Tang Sanzang's master and apprentice traveled to the Eagle Sorrow Stream, and suddenly a white dragon flew out of the stream and ate Tang Sanzang's white horse. Tang Sanzang was very compassionate, his physical strength was not good, and he relied on this horse to travel west.

"He ate the white horse, how can I move forward?Poor, how can I walk away from this thousands of rivers and mountains?" As he spoke, Tang Sanzang's tears rained down.

Sun Wukong saw him crying, and couldn't help but be irritable: "Master, don't make such a pustule shape, you wait here, wait for my old grandson to find that guy, and ask him to return my horse!" After speaking, Sun Wukong ignored Tang Sanzang's pull, and a cloud head came to the top of the Eagle Sorrowful Stream.

"Splash the loach, return my horse, return my horse!" Sun Wukong shouted.

The white dragon lurking under the water was enraged by Sun Wukong's scolding and broke out of the water. When Sun Wukong saw it, he hit him with a stick, and the white dragon was not afraid of him, so he opened his teeth and claws to catch it. The two fought fiercely above the Eagle Sorrow Stream, and after a short battle, the white dragon was defeated. He turned around and plunged into the water, ignoring Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong shouted and scolded again, the white dragon did not come out, Sun Wukong thought about it, and made a water spell into the water. In normal times, Sun Wukong would not do this at all, but now, he is so angry that the white dragon has become his punching bag. However, there were holes everywhere under the Eagle Sorrow Stream, and the white dragon drilled into it, and Sun Wukong couldn't find it after looking for a long time. In desperation, he could only get out of the water.

"The land of the mountain god is here!" Sun Wukong recited a spell, summoned the land of the mountain god, and asked them about the details of the white dragon.

Land said: "In previous years, Guanyin Bodhisattva saved a jade dragon because of his search for the person who took the scriptures, and sent him here to wait for the people who took the scriptures. I don't know how he was ignorant and collided with the Great Sage. There is no need for the great sage to be angry, if you want to capture this thing, you just need to invite Guanyin Bodhisattva to come, and you will naturally be ambushed. ”

"It's Guanyin again!" Sun Wukong was very angry, his resentment against Guanyin Bodhisattva had not disappeared, and when he heard that this white dragon was arranged by him, he immediately had a brutal attack.

"Guanyin is so arranged, I want to kill this white dragon!" Sun Wukong was angry and used his real ability. He turned into a giant ape, and the iron rod in his hand grew to thousands of feet. The iron rod struck into the eagle's sorrowful stream, and the surrounding ground shook and the mountains on both sides shattered.

"Great Sage, I can't help it!" the mountain god land collapsed to the ground in fright, and shouted again and again.

Sun Wukong ignored them and used his mana to smash the surrounding rocks, and the rocks buried the eagle's sorrowful stream, and the white dragon had no choice but to come out of the water again.

"Splash loaches to death!"