In the human world, Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in the three-star cave of the oblique moon:

Patriarch Bodhi sat on the stone platform, his eyes closed, his lips slightly opened, and dozens of disciples in the audience bowed and fell to the ground.

"I can't imagine that the whole fifteen hundred days have passed, Wukong will not escape his fate after all, from today onwards, the Three Realms will usher in great chaos, and my Lingtai Fangcun Mountain will no longer be allowed to interact with the Three Realms, without the order of this seat, no one is allowed to enter and leave the mountain gate without permission!"

After saying that, Patriarch Bodhi's eyes suddenly opened, and there were faint tears flashing in his eyes, and there was a faint look of anger.

"Netherworld, this seat needs to be away for a few days, you are solely responsible for the things in the mountain these days, if there is anyone who breaks into the mountain, they will be killed!"

"Yes, Master!" a handsome middle-aged man hurriedly bowed in response.

Before the words fell, the stone platform where the Bodhi Patriarch stood was already empty.

The middle-aged man who was called the Netherworld touched the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and muttered with palpitations on his face: "I have followed the master for more than 3,000 years, and I have never seen the master have such a big anger, all the senior brothers, please get up quickly, and from now on start to block the mountain gate...... ”

Dozens of disciples heard the words and left in a hurry.

At the same time, thirty-three days outside the heavens:

The Buddha hid under the protection of a group of arhats, staring at Sun Wukong as if he were killing a god.

At this time, Sun Wukong's eyes were blood-red, and the blood-stained monkey's face was full of smirks, and he waved the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick to smash a rushing Dharma Protector Arhat into a blood mist, and raised his head to the sky and roared: "Four million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!

"Haha...... Five million!" The insolent laughter resounded for thirty-three days.

Blood splashed down in the air like rain, and the remaining arhats looked at the killing god in front of them with frightened faces, trembling all over, pushing and shoving each other, not daring to step forward.

Seeing that the situation was out of the control of the Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva hurriedly transmitted the sound to the Buddha. "Buddha, Sun Wukong has fallen into the devil, and none of the Buddhas in the West Heaven are the enemies of one of them, and I ask the Buddha to try to temporarily calm him down, so as not to cause more casualties. ”

The Buddha also felt remorse in his heart, and hurriedly said: "What Guanyin Bodhisattva said is extremely true, this seat never expected that this demon monkey would have reached such a cultivation in just a thousand years, I don't know if the Bodhisattva has a way to subdue this demon monkey?"

When Guanyin Bodhisattva heard this, the corners of his mouth flashed with self-deprecation, and he subdued? Five million gods and Buddhas have died under this iron rod, how should they be subdued? Thinking of this, Guanyin opened his mouth and said to the Buddha: "Buddha, although this Monkey King has a stubborn temperament, but he is a person who values love and righteousness, the Buddha might as well let the golden cicada give it a try, maybe there will be a turnaround." ”

When the Buddha heard this wonderful method, he turned his head to the golden cicada and said: "Golden cicada, the teaching is not strict is the laziness of the teacher, today this demon monkey beheaded me millions of gods and Buddhas, it is already a serious sin, as a master, you must stop the demon monkey from killing again, this seat is in this generation of all living beings thank you in advance!"

The sluggish golden cicada looked at the Buddha blankly when he heard this, and when he saw the Buddha's hopeful eyes, he nodded fiercely. "Amitabha, the disciple will do his best to live up to the Buddha's trust. ”

Sun Wukong had already stopped killing at this time, and his blood-red eyes looked at the trembling Buddhas from afar.

"Why, is it possible that no one has dared to fight with my old grandson in the past thirty-three days?

There was silence all around, only the voice of Sun Wukong's words echoed in the sky, and none of the Buddhas dared to respond.

At this moment, a handsome monk standing on top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall folded his hands and walked out slowly. "Amitabha, Wukong, do you remember what the master once said to you, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground; ”

Sun Wukong seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing so much that tears flowed out, and the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand was slammed on the somersault cloud, his face full of grief and indignation.

"Master, my grandson has already broken off with you, a bald donkey, so how can the master say it? Don't fool my grandson with this set of tricks of fooling ghosts, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, and the bitter sea of bullshit is endless! Since the bitter sea is endless, how can there be a shore when I turn back? I don't want to be a Buddha, so why should I put down the butcher's knife!"

Jin Chanzi shook his head helplessly when he heard this, Sun Wukong had fallen into the devil deeply, and he was afraid that he would not be able to keep it, so he held on to the last glimmer of hope and knelt on the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Wukong, it's all the master's fault, it's the master who didn't give you the life you want, the master thinks that becoming a Buddha is the right result of cultivation, but he doesn't care whether it is the result you want, it's the master who is sorry for you, I'm sorry for the eight precepts, I'm sorry for the little white dragon!"

When Sun Wukong heard this, a trace of clarity suddenly flashed in his red eyes, and his tone was much gentler. "Then tell me, is it wrong for my grandson to leave this spiritual mountain, why does the Guanyin monk who rescued the suffering also say that I am wrong, and what is wrong with me?"

The golden cicada knelt on the top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, his shoulders swayed slightly, and he replied with a sob, "Wukong, you are not wrong, everything is the fault of the teacher!"

"It's not wrong, I'm not wrong, the master said I'm not wrong!" Sun Wukong stretched his arms, looked up to the sky and roared, the blood-red color in his eyes gradually faded in this roar, and his eyes regained their clarity.

"Master, get up quickly, my grandson can't stand it!" Sun Wukong said as he put away the Ruyi golden hoop stick, stepped on the somersault cloud and flew towards the golden cicada, reaching out to pick it up.

After the golden cicada was picked up by Sun Wukong, looking at Sun Wukong's blood-covered but still smiling face, he felt that his heart was stabbed a few times.

It has been a thousand years since the end of the Western Heaven scriptures, and in the past thousand years, he has only cared about cultivation, thus ignoring these disciples, Wukong does not like to be controlled, so what is the difference between letting him in this spiritual mountain and pressing under the Wuzhi Mountain?

Thinking of this, Jin Chanzi held Sun Wukong's hands tightly, and choked up again and said, "Wukong, I'm sorry, the master knows it's wrong!"

As he spoke, a giant hand suddenly fell from the sky, and in an instant, the place where Sun Wukong and the golden cicada stood turned into powder, raising dust in the sky.

Guanyin Bodhisattva did not expect that the Buddha would make a sneak attack, and his face was incredulous. "Buddha, you ......"

The Buddha ignored Guanyin Bodhisattva's question, but said: "Amitabha, today's golden cicada died with the demon monkey in order to save sentient beings, and this matter will be engraved on the Lingshan merit tablet with my own hands, and I hope that the Buddhas will remember it in their hearts." ”

As soon as the words fell, Sun Wukong's roar came from the dust.

"Buddha Lao'er, my grandson and you don't share the !! of heaven"