Dongsheng Shenzhou, Luoxia Town:

A ragged boy walked blankly on the bluestone-paved street, his handsome little face was slightly stained with mud, and he looked only seven or eight years old.

He has no name or surname, and he doesn't know who his parents are, but he knows that everyone calls him "Xiaokong", the origin of the name is very simple, because this child is very agile, and he likes the mythical Monkey King very much, so he calls himself Sun, and often imitates the appearance of Monkey King to tease others.

"Sun Xiaokong, today's storyteller is talking about the Monkey King vs. Buddha, why don't you go quickly. The owner of the bun shop on the street shouted to Sun Xiaokong with a smile, and there was no lack of ridicule in his tone.

Sun Xiaokong looked up at the owner of the bun shop, revealing a pitiful look. "Shopkeeper Sun, give me a bun to eat first, I haven't eaten for three days. ”

"You little ghost, you took three from me yesterday, I'll give you one today, remember to come over and help me clean up the stall in the afternoon. The owner of the steamed bun shop said and grabbed a vegetarian bun and threw it to Sun Xiaokong.

Sun Xiaokong deftly took the bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Got it, then I'll go listen to the book first." As he spoke, he spread his legs and ran in the direction of the storyteller.

When Sun Xiaokong arrived in front of the storyteller's stall, there were already dozens of people around him, and Sun Xiaokong got into the crowd and struggled to squeeze to the front of the crowd.

"It is said that the Monkey King held a 36,000-pound Ruyi golden hoop stick and struck at the Buddha, only to hear a loud bang, suddenly the sky and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were not bright, and a gray and dusty dust rose all around, guess what the result was?" The storyteller shook the feather fan in his hand and waited quietly for everyone's answer.

"I know, I know!" Sun Xiaokong jumped and raised his hands in the air.

The storyteller glanced at Sun Xiaokong, his eyes revealed a trace of disgust, whenever he told a story about Sun Wukong, this little beggar must be present, the most annoying thing is that this little beggar has a soft spot for spoilers, when he is there, he works hard to arrange some suspense, and every time he is exposed, he can't even make some reward.

So the storyteller chose to ignore Sun Xiaokong's existence, and instead pointed to another richly dressed child and asked, "Little friend, guess what the result is?"

"Hmm...... My father said that the Buddha is the most powerful immortal, and Sun Wukong must not be able to beat the Buddha. ”

"No, Sun Wukong is the most powerful, it is the Buddha who can't beat Sun Wukong!" Sun Xiaokong pinched his waist with both hands and retorted loudly.

"No, my father told me, he said that Sun Wukong is just a horseman, how can he be as powerful as the Buddha. ”

The storyteller looked at the two children with interest, picked up the wine gourd beside him and took a sip.

"Sun Wukong is the most powerful immortal, if you talk nonsense believe it or not, I will beat you!"

"If you dare to beat me, I'll tell my father, my father is the mayor of Luoxia Town, and he will arrest you and put you in jail when the time comes. ”

Before Sun Xiaokong could finish speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and pounced, throwing the Chinese child to the ground.

"Hurry up and say that Sun Wukong is the most powerful, otherwise I will beat you!"

The Huayi child was thrown to the ground by Sun Xiaokong, and the stiff pebbles under him hurt his back, and he instantly pursed his lips and cried. "Woo...... My father said that the Buddha is the most powerful, and the Buddha is the most powerful. ”

When Sun Xiaokong heard this, he opened his mouth and bit the arm of the child in Huayi, and said vaguely: "Do you say it or not!"

The Huayi child was in pain, and hurriedly shouted loudly with a crying voice: "Woo... It hurts, it hurts... is the most powerful Monkey King. ”

There was a burst of laughter from the people around him, Sun Xiaokong stood up with satisfaction, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull the child up, and by the way, he flicked the dust on his body.

Seeing this, the storyteller put down the wine gourd in his hand, picked it up and slapped it in front of the case, which frightened the children in Huayi and trembled all over.

"When the smoke and dust cleared, Sun Wukong stood on top of the somersault cloud intact with the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand, on the other hand, the Buddha, his right hand and right arm had already turned into powder......"

Hearing this, Sun Xiaokong's face was full of pride, and he looked at the child in Chinese clothes and said provocatively: "I'll just say that Sun Wukong is the most powerful!"

The Huayi child nodded as if he didn't understand, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Sun Xiaokong.

Seeing Huazi nodding and admitting Sun Wukong's most powerful 'facts', Sun Xiaokong did not continue to speak, but continued to listen to the storyteller's story.

"Later, the three worlds of immortals, Buddhas and demons united, together in the thirty-three days to besiege Sun Wukong, the war lasted for a full ninety-nine eighty-one years, until thirty-three days of blood flowed, the Sun Wukong was killed!

Well, today's story will be here first, everyone who has money will be rewarded with money, and those who have no money will be rewarded with a personal field. It is said that after a while, Luoxia Gate will come to our Luoxia Town to accept disciples, and those who have children under the age of eight can try it. ”

The storyteller simply cleaned up and left, and the people around him who listened to the story had already dispersed, only Sun Xiaokong stood motionless.

Whenever the storyteller talks about Sun Wukong being killed by the Three Realms, Sun Xiaokong will unconsciously rise a wave of hatred, he doesn't understand, why the Three Realms of Immortals, Buddhas and Demons want to join forces to kill Sun Wukong, isn't the real man going to be one-on-one?

"Hmph! I hate bullying more than less, and when I grow up, I must avenge Sun Wukong!" Sun Xiaokong clenched his little fists tightly, and his childish eyes were full of determination.

Just as Sun Xiaokong was thinking wildly, a tight gong suddenly sounded in the square not far away, and then a deep voice sounded, echoing in Luoxia Town for a long time.

"Dear folks, brothers, colleagues, today I look at the Luoxia Mountain Luoxia Gate to actively respond to the call of the Luoxia Town Government, specially come to Luoxia Town to recruit disciples, the enrollment quota of 20 people, under the age of eight years old, no various infectious diseases, I Luoxia Mountain as the leading sect of Luoxia Town, has been inherited for more than 200 years, there are nearly 100 masters in the foundation period, more than 10 masters in the opening period, and three masters in the fetal period, which can be described as a strong teacher......"

Because Sun Xiaokong often listens to books, he naturally understands the benefits of cultivation, if you want to avenge Sun Wukong, you should have the corresponding strength, and the source of strength is practice, so his penetrating eyes turned a few times and walked towards the square......