The mountain god became anxious when he heard this. He quickly explained: "Great Sage, you misunderstood. These magic weapons were stored by Guanyin Bodhisattva decades ago. They are specially reserved for those who seek the sutra."

"Look at these horse harps, how much they match the white horse behind the holy monk!"

Sun Wukong looked at the saddle inlaid with gold, the whip made of three purple ropes, and the two horses with red tassels draped in water, nodded thoughtfully.

He looked at Tang Hao and said, "Master, did you say Guanyin Bodhisattva have a crush on you in his previous life?"

The gossip in imagination is more convincing, just like this monkey, who has reached the level of invincibility of thinking.

"The disciple, my master and Sister Guanyin are just friends, why don't you believe it?" Tang Hao kicked Sun Wukong west for dozens of miles, and he said helplessly.

Because the little white dragon was tortured by Tang Hao and lost a lot of weight, the harness sent by the Luojia Mountain God did not fit it, and he could only loosely put it on.

"Little Huzi, this horse is not fat without night grass. In the next half month, you can have more snacks and feed this poor child two more handfuls of grass tonight."

"A horse like this thin one is a bit harsh when it sits on it!" Tang Hao sighed, touching the little white dragon's head.

The little white dragon turned around in grievance, and it looked at Tang Hao with tears in its eyes.

Damn, you have to be conscientious when speaking. It’s not the dragon-bread hotpot you eat. Am I going to be like this?

General Yin nodded to express his understanding.

Although he thought that the horse Xiaobailong was essentially a dragon, and the dragon was an omnivorous animal, it was best to gain weight by eating more meat.

But the holy monk said that he would feed the grass. In the future, the horse would be fine if he dared to eat a bite of food and then he would be fine.

Xiao Bailong never thought that Tang Hao's words would ruin his right to eat meat in the future. If he knew, even if he died today, he would have to argue.

After Tang Hao bid farewell to the God of Luojia, he rode the skinny white dragon horse and took General Yin to look for Sun Wukong.

After walking twenty or thirty miles and saving many wolves, tigers and leopards, Tang Hao found Sun Wukong who was kicked out of the sky in a valley.

At this moment, the good apprentice was planting onions in the way of planting them backwards, and his legs were hanging weakly outside. That is, his cultivation level was high, and if he had an ordinary monster, he would have been suffocated to death.

Tang Hao dismounted, and easily pulled out Sun Wukong, then took out half a bucket of innate nectar water that he had robbed from Guanyin Bodhisattva, and sprinkled some on his disciple's face.

The divine water blessing on his face, and Sun Wukong woke up slowly. He asked blankly: "Master, what have you done to me, Lao Sun? Why do I feel that my ass are so hot and painful?"

"Your ass hurts has nothing to do with being a teacher. Being a teacher just kicks you." Tang Hao said.

Sun Wukong looked at the footprints on his hip-wrapped tiger skirt and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not the monster passing by whom he was crazy and took advantage of the danger and attacked his butt.

Otherwise, my old grandson's reputation for life would probably be destroyed.

He said curiously: "Master, I, Lao Sun, have made reasonable speculations. Do you have to kick me here with one kick?"

"As a teacher, I hate others who believe in Yao, spread Yao, make Yao, and kill Yao, and everyone has the responsibility to kill Yao. Do you understand?" Tang Hao said gritting his teeth.

He used to be indifferent to rumors, but one day, a deer who called himself Princess Yaoyao appeared. From that moment on, Yao changed its flavor.

Not believing in Yao, not passing on Yao, and not creating Yao has become a person's basic qualities.

The mistake made by this rebel disciple today is a bit big. In the past, Tang Hao just kicked it lightly to show punishment, but today this kick was particularly heavy.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Hao's eyes and didn't dare to look directly at it. He shrank his neck and said, "Master, it's getting late. My old Sun is wandering around to see if there is any place to stay nearby."

"Go and come back early, remember not to have disputes with others. When encountering monsters, you must notify your teacher as soon as possible." Tang Hao reminded.

Sun Wukong nodded vigorously and entered the mountain without looking back.

It took a while.

The monkey ran back with a strange expression and reported: "Master, there is a Zen temple in front of me, which is quite large. We can stay there for one night tonight."

"But my old son has to ask another question, do you really have nothing to do with Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Tang Hao's face turned dark and he immediately raised his feet.

Sun Wukong rushed over immediately, holding Tang Hao's legs, and cried, "Master, you can't kick me Lao Sun anymore, my butt is already numb."

"Then what other rumors are you making?"

"Master, you can't blame me Lao Sun, because the Zen temple in front is called Guanyin Zen Temple. Along the way, Guanyin Bodhisattva takes great care of you."

"Since the Two Realms Mountain, I have sent my apprentices, mounts and horse harnesses. Now even the accommodation has been built for you. Who will put this on you, who will not doubt who you put it on?" Sun Wukong explained aggrievedly.

Tang Hao was no longer confident in his explanation.

Damn, is it possible that Sister Guanyin is really greedy for her body, otherwise this kind of dog-licking behavior would be too obvious.

I don’t want to go to Guanyin Zen Temple later, so I have to ask, otherwise I will always feel a little uneasy.

The group followed Sun Wukong to the Guanyin Zen Temple. Tang Hao reminded: "Wukong, you and Xiaohuzi will become humanoid first, and then knock on the door. Don't scare the monk inside."

Sun Wukong nodded, and he transformed into a thin traveling monk.

General Yin transformed into a fat-headed and big-eared chef, with a smell of onion and ginger all over his body.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Just after knocking a few times, a small welcome monk inside opened the door.

He looked at Tang Hao, who was riding a thin little white dragon, dressed in plain clothes but extraordinary appearance, and then folded his hands and asked, "Where is this master coming from and where to go? Are you going to stay?"

"I am from the Tang Dynasty in the East and wanted to go to the Daleiyin Temple in the West. It was too late today. I wonder if I could stay here for a night?" Tang Hao took out his pass certificate and asked Sun Wukong to hand it over.

The little welcome monk glanced at him and opened the door.

He said enthusiastically: "Master, please come in. You are resting in the front yard for a while. I will notify the host to come."

After the little welcome monk left, Sun Wukong said excitedly: "Master, I, Lao Sun, tell you a secret. I, like you, used my face to make a living."

Tang Hao looked at Sun Wukong's face and said differently: "Wukong, do you take it seriously?"

Sun Wukong nodded vigorously and said, "That's natural. My old man, I, really relied on my face to make a living, but later I almost starved to death and changed my career to beg for food."

Good guy, Tang Hao really unexpectedly, General Yin was also broken by Sun Wukong's words.

I never thought that the once mighty Monkey King was also a funny person in nature.

Tang Hao stayed in the front yard for a while, and the host of Guanyin Zen Temple was not here for a long time. He was bored and wandered around in the Zen Temple, but he finally arrived in front of the hall again.
Chapter completed!