"Haha...... What a righteous and awe-inspiring Buddha Lao'er, my grandson has been a Buddha for a thousand years, but it is far from being as comfortable as a day on Huaguo Mountain, since all living beings are equal, then why should I be subject to your control! Today, my old grandson will be killed!

If the Buddha heard this, he was not sad or happy, and his face was indifferent: "Amitabha, this seat has never been with the monster to show the benefits of the tongue, pass on the will of this seat, from today onwards, there will be no fight to defeat the Buddha in the Lingshan fairyland!"

"Bullshit fight to defeat the Buddha, my grandson is not rare, I want to make this world no more gods and Buddhas!

"Amitabha, the monster is rampant!" "The eighteen Vajra Arhats under the seat of Rulai saw Sun Wukong shooting towards the Buddha, and their eyes immediately widened with anger, and they all got up together, each took out a sword, gun, sword and halberd in his hand, and set up a Vajra Arhat array to guard Rulai's side.

"Get out of the way of my old grandson!" Sun Wukong burst into a shout, and the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod let out a deafening buzz like a golden dragon, and the hammer fell on the King Kong Arhat Array.

"Bang!" The huge explosion resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the Vajra Arhat Array burst like a bubble, and the eighteen Vajra Arhats spat blood from their mouths and fell on the top of the Mahavira Treasure Hall, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

If you come to the seat, the eighteen Vajra Arhats are not the enemies of Sun Wukong! The Buddhas in the treasure hall suddenly gasped.

Sun Wukong stood in mid-air with a stick, his eyes swept over the Buddhas in the hall, and his unruly eyes were full of war. "Is there anyone who wants to stop my grandson, come over together. ”

There was silence in the hall of the Great Hero, and none of the Buddhas responded.

Only Guanyin Bodhisattva shook his head with a wry smile, stepped on the auspicious clouds and slowly flew up from the treasure hall, stopped in front of Sun Wukong's eyes, put one hand on his chest and silently recited the Buddha's name, and said in a soft tone, "Amitabha, Wukong, immortals have immortals, Buddhas have Buddhist rules, you must not do your own thing, so as not to make a big mistake." ”

Sun Wukong heard the voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and a trace of clarity flashed through his eyes, but then it was covered by a strong war intent.

"Master Guanyin, do you also think that my grandson is wrong?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva bowed slightly, "You are a Buddha, you should abide by the Buddha's rules, and leave the Lingshan without permission, it is indeed your mistake." ”

When Sun Wukong heard this, the monkey's face was covered with confusion, and he muttered to himself. "It's my mistake, Guanyin said it's my mistake......"

Half an hour later, Sun Wukong raised his head suddenly, the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand suddenly waved in mid-air, his blood-red eyes stared at Guanyin Bodhisattva like a drop of blood, and roared sharply: "This Lingshan Wonderland is ruthless and unrighteous, why should my old grandson want to leave!"

Since all living beings are equal, then why do you want to suppress my grandson for five hundred years!

Since my life is made by myself, why don't you let me leave this spiritual mountain!

You've probably forgotten the promise you made to me. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed when he heard this, and his tone was full of helplessness: "Wukong, I haven't forgotten, I can't imagine that a thousand years have passed, and you haven't learned to let go." ”

"Seventeen years of day and night, 108,000 miles of travel day and night, 9981 difficulties in the same boat, but in the end ended up in a war against each other, how do you want me to let go, if this is the Buddha, then I am willing to be an eternal demon!"

Guanyin also wanted to open his mouth to consol, but the voice of the Buddha sounded at the right time: "Nan Wu Amitabha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, you retreat, this demon monkey demon has entered the heart, and it is also sad to say that it will be transformed by this seat." ”

Hearing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva's face faintly showed a trace of unbearability, and he glanced at Sun Wukong meaningfully, turned around and flew towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Demon monkey, let this seat accompany you to fight!" After saying that, the big golden hand suddenly raised and slapped towards Sun Wukong's position.

Fifteen hundred years ago, the Buddha used this fluttering palm to press Sun Wukong into the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, so that he suffered 500 years of wind blowing, 500 years of sun, 500 years of loneliness. Now, if the old trick is repeated, the Monkey King in front of him is no longer the Monkey King of 1,500 years ago.

Sun Wukong ignored the big hand slapped by the Buddha, but quietly looked at the back of Guanyin Bodhisattva leaving, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master Guanyin, my disciple may not be able to be a Buddha in this life, and I disappointed you!"

In this short period of time, the Buddha's huge golden hand has reached the top of Wukong's head, and the violent energy came from the golden hand, Wukong put away his sadness, looked up at the giant hand, and the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand shook suddenly, making an intimate hum.

"If you come to the old man, first taste the taste of my Ruyi golden hoop stick!" Before the words fell, Sun Wukong jumped up with his strength and waved his stick to meet the giant hand of Rulai.

"Bang!" A devastating energy spilled out in all directions, and a white hazy fog suddenly rose around it, making it impossible to see it really.

The Buddhas in the Daxiong Treasure Hall breathed in silence, looked at the dense fog in front of them in fear, and faintly looked forward to the outcome after the fog dissipated.

Jin Chanzi closed his eyes tightly, as if he had expected Wukong's fate, he lowered his head and silently recited a sentence, "Nan no Amitabha, sin, sin." ”

The golden-bodied Arhat Sha Wujing clenched his fists and whispered, "Senior brother... I'm sorry..."

The messenger of the pure altar, Zhu Bajie, had taken out the nine-toothed nail rake at some point, and the bloated pig's face was full of sadness, and two lines of clear tears ran down his cheeks, and the rake swept away into the thick fog.

"Senior brother, my old pig is not a greedy person who is afraid of death, you have been guarding our senior brother for more than a thousand years, today, my old pig swears to die with you to destroy this group of evil Buddhas!"

A dragon roar suddenly sounded in the sky in the distance, and a white dragon with a crystal body rushed towards the dense fog in the auspicious clouds. "Senior brother, the little white dragon is willing to live and die with the senior brother!"

The voice was desolate and resounded for thirty-three days......

It's hard to see what is happening in the thick fog, except for the occasional sound of gold and iron resonating.

Guanyin Bodhisattva took out the willow, dipped it in the holy water in the pure bottle and swayed it a few times, and a heavy rain fell in the mortal realm that had been dry for a long time.

After a long time, the thick fog dissipated, and the little white dragon fell to the mortal world with its dying breath.

The nine-toothed nail rake in Zhu Bajie's hand has long since disappeared, and the body wrapped in the golden armor is covered with scars, and it is obvious that he has more air out and less air in.

"Senior brother, old pig...... Can't help you...... Hehe...... Take care ......" After Bajie finished speaking, his bloated body fell to the dust like a scale.

Sun Wukong held the Ruyi golden hoop stick in one hand and half-knelt on the somersault cloud, looking down at the little white dragon and Bajie, his whole body trembled.

The Buddha is still sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus, looking at the empty right arm, and there is no longer a sense of sadness or joy. "Demon monkey, I can't imagine that your cultivation has reached such a realm, and this seat will not leave you alone!"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong raised his head with difficulty, and a sneer squeezed out of his bloody face.

"If you come to the old man, you are nothing more than that...... My grandson and you are incompatible!"