The three great Bodhisattvas turned their heads and glared at Bailong fiercely.

"Look at what the disaster has caused these two children to be like, look!"

A evil dragon!

The white dragon smiled, and everyone made a sound.

What does it have to do with him? Whatever you like!

Under the clouds, Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong quickly arrived in front of a farmer's house.

According to the plan of Journey to the West, there were a lot of conversations at this time.

Overall, it is difficult and optional.

Just rest overnight.

However, what Tang Sanzang said just now had an axe hanging in the hearts of the three great Bodhisattvas.

If you stay there, you have to eat something that is delicious and drink something that is spicy.

He still had to sleep in a soft bed and steal money when he left.

What's the special thing?

They didn't care about that family, and it was no big deal to suffer a little grievance.

However, if Tang Sanzang did this, wouldn’t he defile the reputation of the West?

However, the Bodhisattva should not show up until the critical moment.

Everyone stared at the clouds, all of them making noises.

I saw Tang Sanzang lifting his foot and breaking the door of the family.

"Is there a living person? I am here to beg for a night?"

The three great Bodhisattvas looked at each other.

Is this a special cat staying?

Are you sure this is not a robbery?

That family was an old man with a grandson.

The little grandson was scared to tears on the spot.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong became a handsome guy and the child did not suffer a second fright.

The old man held his grandson and curled up in the corner.

"King, our grandfather and grandson depend on each other for their lives, and there is no money on them."

Tang Monk stared at the old man and said coldly: "Who is the king? Can't you tell me? I'm here to stay! If you don't have money, bring all the good wine and food!"

Yes, yes, yes!

The old man nodded repeatedly, turned around and hugged his grandson, and ran into the house.

As night fell, the two lay on their master's bed and drank all the wine from the farmers' house.

The grandfather and grandson squatted on the ground, with aggrieved expression on their faces.

Tang Monk said confidently: "Wukong, do you see it? This is the essence of alchemy begging for Mahayana Buddhism! They dare not not give us food, and dare not let us live. Otherwise, I will cut them to death!"

Yes, yes, yes!

Sun Wukong nodded repeatedly.

Fortunately, I'm back, otherwise, how could I learn so much?

A moment later, Tang Monk's alcohol came up and fell asleep.

But Sun Wukong couldn't sleep.

Although he had never seen a Western saint, the Three Pure Ones in the East were all stinky.

Back then, when Sun Wukong was the Monkey King, he even went to Sanqing to drink wine.

The old man from Sanqing, nothing

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Scary.

What other scriptures should I take?

Why not just do a vote and let the saint of the Western Heaven see his abilities?

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong couldn't lie down anymore!

The next second, Sun Wukong got up and went out, returned to the monkey form, picked up a cloud under his feet, turned over somersaults and headed straight for the west.

Um?

In the air, the three great Bodhisattvas looked at Sun Wukong and frowned.

What did this monkey go?

Manjushri Bodhisattva ordered: "Junior sister, please stare at Tang Monk here, don't let him do anything out of the ordinary. Samantabhadra and I follow Sun Wukong, don't let him cause any major disaster!"

"I understand, senior brother!"

He lie on the head of the clouds to remove karma and stare quietly at the family under the clouds.

Although Manjushri Samantabhadra is perfect in the Daluo Golden Immortal, it is not as fast as Sun Wukong.

After the conversation for two seconds, Sun Wukong was gone.

A bad premonition arises in the minds of Manjushri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

Hahaha!

However, it was at this time.

Bailong stepped forward, hugged Manjushu Samantabhadra's neck, and smiled and said, "You are really worried. Then Sun Wukong is going to fly wherever he wants to fly. Will he come back sooner or later? If he is disobedient, he will be sure.

Can you let him go?"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva nodded.

What Bailong said makes sense.

"Senior brother, no matter how much Sun Wukong runs, he is still a monkey trained by Master Zhunti. He was already scared in Lingshan. If he doesn't come back to obtain the scriptures, can he still make a fortune?"

However, Manjushri Bodhisattva just couldn't let go.

"Junior brother, then you and the karma are here to remove them, and the senior brother follows him."

Um!

The next second, Manjushri Bodhisattva turned into a stream of light and turned around and followed.

well!

"This Manjushri girl is purely a dog who is meddling with rats. Ladies, let's go over and take a look."

Um!

White Dragon, the seven-clothed princess Chang'e, and the six great saints also followed.

But Sun Wukong has long disappeared.

Manjushri Bodhisattva, Bailong and others could only smell the monkey's aura and followed them all the way.

The white dragon came first, released the golden crow's rainbow-turning technique, and caught up with Sun Wukong.

Where did you think Sun Wukong went?

Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple!

The white dragon was hiding in the clouds and stared quietly under the clouds.

Then Sun Wukong landed in Lingshan and without saying a word, he gave a stick to a monk soldier.

How can the monk soldiers guarding the gate stop the Dinghai Dinghai Needle?

In just a moment, he was beaten to death by Sun Wukong on the spot without even shouting!

Too cruel!

Sun Wukong sneaked into the Daleiyin Temple.

It was late at night, and all the monks were tired for a day and slept in the cloud head of different heights.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, close his eyes and rest under the Bodhi tree.

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Sun Wukong licked his lips with a smirk.

"Master is right, Brother Long is right. Since you can't work well, then you will cause a big disaster! Let you also pay attention to Lao Sun!"

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel tightly and recited the mantra.
To be continued...