When I knelt in front of the Buddha and took off the golden hoop, I finally remembered who I really was. "Monkey, you lost, and I gave you another chance, but you still crawled at my feet. When you made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, you said that I was scolding you, so I only suppressed you for 500 years. Now, aren't you the same as you were then, kneeling at my feet like a dog. Oh no, you're not as good as you were back then, and now you've even lost your golden hoop stick, hahaha. ”

The stick is gone, and my grandson still has a fist. You're just a doppelganger, and my grandson is not afraid. Even if I kneel in front of you now, what if you suppress my grandson for another 500 years? When I behead three corpses, then will be the time when you will be wiped out. If you come, you won't be able to kill me. I've been one with the world since I was born. Unless you ruin everything. Otherwise, sooner or later, I will knock you over with a stick. ”

"Cicada, this is your big apprentice Sun Wukong? It's just a stone monkey, how dare you be so presumptuous in the Great Lei Yin Temple? It seems that this trip to the west didn't let you learn to be smart. ”

Without waiting for Jin Chanzi to say anything, Rulai shouted the Buddha and said, "Monkey, in fact, you only have two ways to go now." Either I will be enshrined as the West Heaven Dou to defeat the Buddha, and I will return your wishful golden hoop stick. Or, it's the 100,000 monkeys and monkeys of your Huaguo Mountain who come to the West Heaven. I thought, you know what to do. ”

The monstrous anger was extinguished in an instant. Yes, he Sun Wukong is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he still has Huaguo Mountain, although the 100,000 monkey monkey grandchildren have become immortal and immortal beings in the book of life and death, but if they come, they can be saved. It is still possible to make them the puppets of Buddhism who don't know themselves.

What's more, the current Huaguo Mountain is no longer as strong as it was when the demon clan coalition made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and the death of those demon kings who had some ability was collected by the Bodhisattva Immortals, and Huaguo Mountain has existed in name only.

& Amitabha. A sigh, in the mouth of the golden cicada, echoed leisurely throughout the Lingshan.

Whenever the red sun is born, on the top of the highest peak of Lingshan, there will always be a figure, looking at the colorful clouds in the sky in a quiet daze.

Whenever the full moon is in the sky, on the highest tower of Lingshan, there will always be a back, looking at the bright moon within reach.

Whenever the wind and rain come, in the quietest corner of Lingshan, there will always be a figure, looking at the torrential rain and closing his eyes and contemplating.

Whenever the monks chant the scriptures, whenever the people pray, whenever they come, there is always a person who frowns.

And the golden-bodied Arhat who has been diligent since he was enthroned, and everyone seems to have forgotten him.

What is a Buddha, what is a Buddha, what is a Buddha? Is it for the benefit of all sentient beings in the world? Is it for the relief of suffering? For the happiness of the common people? Or is it just to ensure the supremacy of the Buddha?

Otherwise, why is it that once those monsters have achieved cultivation, they are either accepted as mounts by the Bodhisattva Arhats or by the gods and goddesses from all walks of life? And those who are not satisfied with them are all destroyed! Those who cannot be destroyed and do not want to become mounts, just like Sun Wukong, have become Buddhas and messenger Arhats.

In short, whether it is Heavenly Court or Spirit Mountain, they will not allow those who are not under their control to exist.

However, this time, they were finally wrong, I am not annoyed that you have pressed me for 500 years, if there are no 500 years, I will not let my old grandson cut off that mania and arrogance. I thought that no one in the world was no longer my grandson's opponent, and those cowards in the Heavenly Palace made me more and more unpopular, but I didn't know that Mu Xiu would destroy it in the forest wind. In that case, sooner or later, I will suffer a big loss.

However, in the past 500 years, I have been thinking day and night, why it is my grandson who is pressed under the mountain but not Rulai, why the Jade Emperor is still the Jade Emperor, but my grandson is not the Monkey King.

In the final analysis, Monkey King is a loser, a complete loser. Not only was he crushed under the Five Elements Mountain, but he couldn't even save the group of monkeys and monkeys.

So five hundred years later, I learned to be patient, and I knew that I couldn't do anything on my own. Heaven is too big. Lingshan is also too big, big enough to destroy me in a single hand. So I followed Tang Seng to the west to learn scriptures, so the mana I pretended to drop greatly, so I went west conscientiously. 108,000 miles, it's just a matter of heels, even if you walk, it's only a few decades, as long as you let me come out, these are nothing.

I said, I'm not annoyed that Rulai pressed me, but I was annoyed that Rulai secretly released 3,000 Buddhas on the Five Elements Mountain, chanting sutras day and night, in a vain attempt to transform me and make me take refuge. Refuge?

In fact, now that I think about it carefully, this clumsy farce was full of flaws from the beginning, but my grandson was too short in the world after all, and he was only a few hundred years old, and he was far inferior to both scheming and scheming, so he ended up in such a miserable state.

Ever since Rulai gambled with me, this scam began.

They all say that the monks don't talk to people, which means that the monks don't lie to people, but as the ancestor of the Buddha, how did he do it? First, he made a bet with me, saying that if I couldn't fly out of his palm, I would lose, and I would continue to be a demon in the lower realm, and I would continue to be a demon in the lower realm, and I would discuss it after cultivating for a few hundred years. But what about the result? I admit that I lost, but at the moment when I admit defeat, if I don't say anything, I stretch out my hand and press it down, is this making me a demon in the lower realm? This is letting me continue to cultivate?

If my grandson used all his strength to fly away but was still in his palm, then I was convinced and didn't think about it, but how did I do it? I changed my palm into a pillar of supporting the gods, and I thought that I had no way to fly to the edge of the sky, so I turned around and went back. Isn't that a lie?

But that's it, I already know this face of the West Heaven, if this is the case, the same is true of the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva!

Later, no one knew about Monkey King anymore. Yes, it's just that Nan Wudou defeated the Buddha. It seems that the giant ape that was invincible in the sky and the earth dissipated between heaven and earth. The Monkey King, who commanded the army of tens of millions of demon clans in the Three Realms back then, has now become the Buddha who sits down. And the seven saints of the demon clan, who are dominant, are now scattered, and I don't know how many people survive.

Marshal Tianpeng, who secretly penetrated the Celestial Galaxy, and let the defeated demon coalition army escape, has now become a stupid pig demon, although he was named the Buddha of Joy by Rulai.

The rolling shutter general who opened the door of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall for the Monkey King was beaten down by the Queen Mother to the mortal world, and he could only be a monster for the rest of his life, and the excuse was to break the glass cup. Although he was named a golden-bodied Arhat by Rulai, he still couldn't dispel the demonic aura of the sand monk.

It seems that everything is over, and there are no more demons in the world.

However, no one knew that the monkey had already been beheaded. One step closer to the avenue.

If you come to me, use the Five Elements Mountain to suppress me for 500 years. Guanyin deceived me into bringing a golden hoop, and tortured my grandson to death. However, I put up with it.

Many people don't know, the golden hoop, but it's not that simple, Guanyin, Guanyin, when you were still a Cihang Daoist, the means were not so ruthless. Let's talk about the golden hoop. Everyone knows that as long as my master recites the mantra, I will have a headache, but who knows why I have a headache? Because every time the master recites the mantra, the golden hoop will differentiate into a wisp of divine thought to erode my grandson's spiritual sea and try to devour my spiritual essence. Otherwise, with just a golden hoop, how can I get the incorruptible body of King Kong?