Chapter 156: Fight the Black Wind King Again

After Jin Chanzi and Sun Wukong entered the cave, outside the mountain gate, an obscene Taoist priest flashed out, pulled the sparse beard under his chin, and smiled obscenely, it was the great immortal who peddled fake medicine everywhere.

Daxian is also a strange person, since he saw the golden cicada in the underworld, he expected that there would be some benefits to the road to the sky, so he tried his best to follow. When he was in Xi'an City, the whole time was disrupted, and after the time returned to normal, the golden cicada had already traveled west, and he was more than twenty years old for no reason within a year, and he was shocked in his heart, but he was also more determined to follow the idea that the golden cicada must be beneficial, and he did not hesitate to catch up with him non-stop.

Just after seeing Sun Wukong kill the little demon and enter the cave door, a ridiculous idea arose in his heart, if Sun Wukong was killed by this monster and worshiped the golden cicada as his teacher, would he be able to justifiably travel west?

The little demon patrolling the mountains saw the little demon eyes of the great immortal changing, so he naturally didn't believe it, and the great immortal didn't defend it, and took the little demon who patrolled the mountain to the place where Sun Wukong killed people, and the little demon who patrolled the mountain didn't dare to delay anymore, and immediately returned to the cave to report.

Sun Wukong and the black man were talking, only to see a little demon patrolling the mountains to report: "King, woe! The little colonel who asked for the book was beaten to death by Sun Xingzhi next to the road, and he was the elder of Jinchi with the change of Jing'er, and came to deceive the Buddha!"

When the strange man heard this, he said secretly: "I said why did the elder come today, and he came quickly, and it was really him!" Sun Wukong hurriedly pulled out a stick in his ears and showed his true appearance. Grabbed the tip of the gun and jumped out of his atrium. From the patio, to the front door. bluffed the demons in that cave into fear, and the old and young in the family had no soul. This good gambling fight in the mountains is even more different than the previous one.

The monkey king is bold and full of monks, and this black man's heart is hidden in Buddha clothes. Words come and go, and improvisation is not bad. There is no reason to see the robe, and the baby is so subtle. The little monster is looking for the mountain to talk about trouble, and the old demon is angry and shows his might. Turning over and playing the Batu Tunnel, the guns and sticks argue to distinguish right from wrong. The sound of the spear on the stick stand was loud, and the gun was shining against the iron rod. Wukong has changed little in the world. Monsters are rare in the world. This one wants to celebrate his birthday with the Buddha's clothes, and the other one who is not willing to return to the robe? This bitter battle is difficult to break up, even if the living Buddha is in the mortal world, he will not be able to break the siege.

The two of them hit the mountain from the entrance of the cave, killed outside the clouds from the mountain, spit fog and spray wind, fly sand and stones, and only fight until the red sun sinks to the west, regardless of victory or defeat, the golden cicada sees this. Knowing that he couldn't fight for a long time, he went around the cave and didn't see anything noteworthy, so he went back.

Daisen hid to the side. Seeing that the two of you have never won or lost, it is called a hurry, and secretly said that Sun Wukong is powerful at the same time. I'm glad that I went to find Sun Wukong in person, if that's the case. There will be no place to die.

After too many battles, the black man said: "The surname is Sun." You stop. It's not good to hold on tonight. You go, you go, I will come tomorrow morning, and I will make a life or death with you. ”

Sun Wukong shouted: "Son, don't go! If you want to fight, you will be like a war, and you can't push each other every night." Seeing that he had no head and no face, he only wanted to hit him with a stick, and the black man turned into a breeze again, turned back to the cave, and closed the stone door and did not come out.

Sun Wukong had no choice but to go back to the Guanyin Courtyard, press the clouds, and say: "Master."

When the great immortal saw Sun Wukong in the distance, he didn't follow, but thought about how to let this black bear kill Sun Wukong.

After Jin Chanzi returned to the Guanyin Monastery, he was looking at him, and suddenly saw in front of him, and he was very happy. Seeing that he did not have a robe in his hand, he asked, "Why hasn't there been a robe yet?"

Sun Wukong took out a brief note from his sleeve, handed it to the golden cicada and said, "Master, that monster and this dead old skinning were originally friends." He sent this post with a little demon and invited him to go to the Buddha's clothing meeting. It was the old grandson who beat the little demon to death, turned into the old monk, went into his cave, deceived him for a bell of tea to eat, and wanted to ask him for a robe, but he refused to take it out. As I was sitting, I was suddenly attacked by a mountain patrolman, and walked the hyacinth, and he fought with me. Only fight until this morning and evening, no matter up or down. When he saw that it was too late, he flashed back to the cave and closed the stone door. Lao Sun was helpless and came back temporarily. ”

Jin Chanzi said: "What are your means better than him?"

Sun Wukong said: "I don't have a lot of hardness, I only fight a draw." ”

Jin Chanzi read the simple post, and then handed it to the master of the courtyard and said, "Does your master dare to be a goblin?"

The master of the courtyard hurriedly knelt down and said, "Master, my master is a human. Just because the black king cultivated the Tao, he often came to the temple to lecture with my master, and he passed on some of my master's skills to cultivate the spirit and convince the qi, so he was called a friend. ”

Sun Wukong said: "This group of monks is not very demonic, he has a head full of the sky, and he walks on the ground, but he is fatter and older than Lao Sun, and he is not a goblin." You see that the post says that the waiter bear, this thing must be a black bear into the spirit. ”

When the golden cicada heard this, he kept his heart, this monkey has developed a fiery eye in the gossip furnace, how can he not see through the original form of the black bear essence? In a blink of an eye, he remembered the matter of killing the little demon with a stick today, and asked: "I have heard that the ancients are like bears and orangutans, they are both beasts, but how can he become a spirit?"

Sun Wukong said with a smile: "Lao Sun is a beast, seeing that he has become a Monkey King, how is he different from him? ”

When Jin Chanzi said this, he saw that Sun Wukong didn't think there was anything wrong with killing each other, so he didn't say more, and said: "You just said that his ability is equal to yours, but how can you be victorious and take my robe back?"

Sun Wukong said: "Don't care, don't care, I have a solution." ”

While he was deliberating, the monks put on a fast and invited his master and apprentice to eat. The golden cicada teaches the lantern, still goes to the front meditation hall to rest, and the white dragon horse is still refining the spirit under the window. All the monks leaned against the wall, built a shack, and slept on each one, and only let the rear abbot to the lord of the upper and lower courtyards.

At this time, the night is quiet, the Milky Way appears, and the jade is dust-free. The sky is full of stars, and a wave of water collects marks. The sound of thousands of sounds is peaceful, and the birds of a thousand mountains are absolute. The fishing fire by the stream is breathing, and the Buddha lamp on the tower is dim. Last night, the bell and drum rang, and tonight the cry is heard again.

It was the night in the meditation hall.

The golden cicada sorted out all the things in the Guanyin Zen Temple, but still had no clue, it seems that everything can only be said clearly if you confront Guanyin face to face, and this Monkey King has always been stubborn and unwilling to invite Guanyin.

I'm afraid that this Guanyin doesn't want the little monk to go west in words, but in fact, he uses the west to complete some of his inconvenient conspiracy, and is used by others as a knife to make this kind of thing, Jin Chanzi is absolutely unwilling to do it.

The golden cicada chattered about the theft of the robe for a while, and finally said, "The Buddhist gate of the Guanyin Zen Monastery is pure, how can there be goblins living next to it, strange, strange." "Sun Wukong was already a shallow sleeper, and he could smell the dream words of the golden cicada, and when he thought about it, it was indeed the case.

After Jin Chanzi said this, he was going to sleep peacefully, but then he thought about it, and he slept like this, but he was afraid that Sun Wukong would be suspicious, so he tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep at night, and suddenly turned over and saw the white outside the window, and hurriedly shouted: "Wukong, it's dawning, go find the robe." ”

Sun Wukong didn't talk nonsense, he jumped up, and saw the monks standing early, offering soup, Sun Wukong said: "You wait to serve my master with your heart, and the old grandson will go." ”

Jin Chanzi got out of bed and said, "Where are you going?"

Sun Wukong got a reminder from the golden cicada last night, and said: "I think this matter is all Guanyin Bodhisattva ignored, he has this Zen temple here, received the incense of the people here, and allowed the goblin to live next to him." I went to the South China Sea to find him, talk to him, and teach him to come and ask the goblin to ask for the robe to return me. ”

Jin Chanzi said: "You are going, when will you come back?"

Sun Wukong said: "Shi Shao is only in the meal, and Shi Duo is only successful at noon." Those monks can be good waiting, and the old grandson will go. (To be continued......)