The Guanyin Zen Temple under the night sky, with the air flow exhaled from Sun Wukong's mouth turned into a violent wind, and in an instant, the Zen Monastery that had stood for an unknown number of days became red at this time, and even the dark night sky was also reflected red under this burning flame, and even the starlight in the sky was eclipsed in front of this firelight. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a way that destruction is always much simpler than construction, under the burning of the flames, as the temperature continues to rise, even the bluestone paved ground is cracked at this moment.

As the saying goes, water and fire are ruthless, at this time, the Guanyin Zen Temple will see the fire ruthless, the red tongue of fire is flying, a pillar, a door and window are ignited at this moment, and it has been turned into ashes when it is young, scattered in the low mountains.

At this time, Sun Wukong, who was standing in the clouds, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was very comfortable, and he didn't notice that a dark demon wind was galloping forward, and this demon wind was very familiar with this Guanyin Zen Temple, and he passed through the courtyard gate and went straight to the meditation room of the old monk of Jinchi.

In a moment, the demon wind stopped, the black mist dispersed in the firelight, and a black-faced man was exposed, at this time he was dressed in armor, burly, although there was not the slightest breath emanating, but there was also a strange majesty, this majesty came from his own power, not the kung fu of qi cultivation.

If this figure is swept by, it must be thought to be a person, but if you look closely, you can still see that this figure has some differences from people, the exposed palms, long black hair, thick fingers, sharp nails are a pair of bear claws, and the slightly cracked lips reveal sharp fangs, not ordinary white teeth.

Seeing this scene, as long as you have a little knowledge, you must have realized that this figure is not a person, but a spirit turned into a black bear, and he is the king of the Batu Cave twenty miles away.

The black bear spirit, looking at the burning flames in front of him, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and the blazing breath did not hurt him in the slightest. Wisps of demonic aura permeated his surroundings, and he stepped out, and the burning flames spread out one after another as if they had met a king, revealing a road that went straight into the Jinchi meditation room.

The black bear spirit stepped into the meditation room that had collapsed most of the time at this time, and saw an old monk who had fallen to the ground at this time, with scorched marks on his body and a foul smell.

Although it was already unrecognizable, the black bear spirit still knew that the person in front of him was his former friend, Elder Jinchi, but at this moment he was already alive and dead, and as for where the soul was, even he didn't know.

While the black bear was secretly grieving the death of his friend, it was strange that the table next to him was still intact. The thick bluestone on the ground has been cracked, but the wooden table has not been damaged in the slightest, as long as you see this scene, you will feel that this is not simple.

Suddenly, this demon king, swept his eyes, and saw that there was an open package on the wooden table, and wisps of golden Buddha light rose from the package, although this wisp of gold was particularly dim in front of the firelight, but the diffuse flames seemed to meet natural enemies, and they avoided the small wooden table wrapped in Buddha light.

"Hmm!" The black bear spirit made a puzzled sound from his mouth, and then grabbed the black palm, and the package on the table had already fallen into his hand, and suddenly a treasure robe filled with glory came into his eyes, and suddenly the black bear spirit laughed and said: "It seems that the luck of this king has arrived, and he doesn't want me to get such a treasure." ”

As the words fell, the black bear spirit turned into a pitch-black mist and rose into the sky, which was inconspicuous in this night when the fire was filled and the black smoke was rising.

As for the table in the meditation courtyard, because there was no protection of the Buddha's light, it had been ignited in an instant, and the meditation room and everything in the meditation room were turned into ashes in the flames, and the traces left by the black bear spirit were naturally lost in this flame.

As the night passed, the stars disappeared, the moon was gone, and the familiar red sun hung over the sky once more.

"Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it in my life. Liu Boqin, who woke up from a deep sleep, chanted a familiar residual poem in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly swept away, and there was no trace of the bustling Zen temple in front of him, and even there was an unbearable heat in the air.

"Wake up!" Sun Wukong, who was standing on a broken brick wall with a strange smile on his face, suddenly spoke.

"Brother Monkey, this Guanyin Zen Temple has really changed! I almost can't recognize it??????" Liu Boqin's eyes showed a strange kind of enthusiasm, although he didn't get up last night, but Sun Wukong didn't hide his movements, naturally he couldn't hide it, as for why this Zen temple became like this, Liu Boqin's heart is very clear.

At this time, with the sound of Liu Boqin and Sun Wukong talking, the book, the sleepy Tang Sanzang also woke up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw only the ruins and broken walls, and was suddenly shocked, thinking that he had encountered some demons and monsters, otherwise how could this good Zen courtyard become like this.

"Wukong, where's the robe?" Although he felt sad that the Guanyin Monastery was burned, Tang Sanzang was most concerned about his brocade robe, which was a treasure given by the Buddha, and even dozens or hundreds of Guanyin Monastery were not as precious as it.

Just looking at the happy Sun Wukong, his heart was suddenly shocked, and his figure suddenly flashed, grabbed out the monk who was still alive in the Zen monastery, and asked: "Where is our robe, tell me quickly, if not, my grandson will let you go to the west to see the Buddha." ”

Xitian is a holy place for monks, so they naturally want to go, but the way to go is not to wave the wishful golden hoop stick in Sun Wukong's hand, but to be able to become enlightened and have an immortal lifespan.

At this time, seeing that Sun Wukong's figure was not damaged in the slightest, and seeing Liu Boqin and Tang Sanzang, who were still in spirit without the slightest scar, coming from behind, even fools knew that Liu Boqin and the three were not simple mortals, and suddenly like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, they told their plan last night, and sold their ancestor Elder Jinchi.

It's just that Sun Wukong, who rushed to the Jinchi meditation room, was only disappointed, the brocade robe given by the Buddha was gone, and as for Jinchi, an old monk who was about to kill and seize treasures with a black heart, had turned into ashes at this time, and only the ashes of Senbai were scattered on the ground.

At this time, Sun Wukong's heart was filled with a trace of rare remorse, if it wasn't for his own wind, the meditation room of this golden pool was located in the backyard, and maybe there was a chance to live, and the robe would naturally not be lost.