He saw Jin Chanzi squinting at him, his face full of suspicion.
"Old lady, tell me honestly, who are you?" Jin Chanzi asked.
The old woman blinked her eyes twice.
"Didn't I tell you, old woman, I am a mountain farmer in this area, and my home is not far ahead."
"Oh, really. Since you are an ordinary person, why are you not afraid at all when you see my apprentice? He is a monster."
"Also, he is carrying a tiger on his back. From the beginning to now, you don't have a trace of surprise on your face. Isn't this a little abnormal?"
Jin Chanzi crossed her legs and looked at the old woman thoughtfully.
The old woman was suddenly shocked.
Nest grass, exposed.
Jin Chanzi, you observed so carefully and what you said makes sense. I didn't even think of these details.
Jin Chanzi added: "I guess you are either a Buddha or a Bodhisattva. Now you are here to give me some advice."
The old woman's eyes widened.
This golden cicada's eyesight is so strong, it's incredible.
Seeing that she could no longer pretend, the old woman immediately transformed into Samantabhadra.
"It turns out to be Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. I have admired him for a long time." Jin Chanzi smiled and bowed his hands.
Pu Xian was stunned.
How come this Jin Chanzi talks like a river and lake?
Can't he perform a Buddhist ritual for himself?
No, how did Jin Chanzi know that his name was Puxian?
Puxian then looked at Jin Chanzi suspiciously and smiled slightly, "Tang Sanzang, you actually recognize me?"
Jin Chanzi rolled his eyes and showed no stage fright at all.
"Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is like thunder. There are so many statues and murals in the temple, and of course the poor monk can recognize them at a glance."
Pu Xian was surprised at first, and then felt happy.
He quickly asked: "You mean, there is a statue of me in the temple, as well as a mural of me?"
"Yes, you are among so many Bodhisattva statues, but as far as the poor monk knows, you seem to have more murals than statues."
"Yeah?"
Pu Xian looked slightly excited.
Whoever has more statues or murals in the world will be more popular.
Jin Chanzi said that he has many murals, which is equivalent to praising him for his strong incense and more believers.
However, Jin Chanzi's words sounded a bit awkward.
It always feels like I’m cursing myself in a roundabout way.
"Okay, okay, Master Xuanzang is indeed extraordinary. He even remembers me, and I think highly of you." Puxian couldn't help but patted Jin Chanzi on the shoulder.
Jin Chanzi then raised the hat in his hand.
"Then Bodhisattva, you came here this time just to give the poor monk a hat, right?"
Puxian quickly explained: "Tang Sanzang, you misunderstood. This hat is not for you, but for your great disciple Sun Wukong."
"This hat is not a hat, but a magic weapon called a tight hoop."
Puxian smiled and waved his hand, and with a flash of light, the hat in Jin Chanzi's hand turned into a shining hoop.
Jin Chanzi looked at the hoop in his hand again.
"It turns out that this is a tight hoop. But as far as the poor monk knows, the Buddha gave me three magic weapons, namely gold, tight, and forbidden hoops. Why did you only send me one tight hoop, and the other three hoops? Where have my golden hoops and forbidden hoops gone?"
"Bodhisattva, are you trying to monopolize the other two hoops?"
Jin Chanzi glanced at Puxian with suspicion.
Puxian suddenly trembled in his heart.
Damn it, what does this golden cicada mean?
"Tang Sanzang, how do you know these things?" Puxian asked.
Jin Chanzi shrugged, tilted his head and said, "Sister Guanyin told this poor monk."
Puxian frowned and cursed in his mind, "Why does this Guanyin tell Jin Chanzi everything?"
Wait, what did Jin Chanzi call her, Sister Guanyin?
It seems that the relationship between Jin Chanzi and Guanyin is unusual.
But Guanyin is a male.
Thinking of this, Puxian suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.
"Bodhisattva, what's wrong with you?" Jin Chanzi looked at Puxian as if he was addicted to drugs, twitching all over, and couldn't help but wonder.
"No, it's okay." Puxian smiled.
"Well, Tang Sanzang, the other two golden hoops and tight hoops you mentioned are not in my hands."
"Even this tight band was originally in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Guanyin gave it to me before I came here."
Pu Xian tried his best to explain.
"Oh, so that's it." Jin Chanzi looked astonished.
If so, that would make sense.
"In that case, please go back and tell Guanyin Bodhisattva to return the other two hoops to me. Don't think about monopolizing other people's things all day long."
Jin Chanzi looked at Puxian very seriously.
Pu Xian looked embarrassed.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Where is your great disciple Sun Wukong?" Puxian quickly changed the subject.
Jin Chanzi pointed at the horizon.
"Wukong killed the living being. The poor monk said a few words to him and ran away in anger."
Puxian smiled faintly, "Don't be anxious. I will find that monkey for you and make him your apprentice. You put this tight band on his head and tell him to obey your words from now on." "
"so smart?"
"This tight band has taken root, and no matter how hard it is to remove, I have a tight band mantra to teach you. When the time comes, you only need to recite this mantra, and the monkey will definitely be in pain."
Jin Chanzi's eyes shone, "Good stuff."
Immediately, Puxian came close to Jin Chanzi's ear and whispered a few words.
"This is the tightening curse, have you memorized it?"
Jin Chanzi nodded, looked at Samantabhadra and said, "I've written it down. Bodhisattva might as well teach me the Song Hoop Mantra."
Pu Xian almost staggered.
"Tang Sanzang, you are joking. I can only tighten the curse, but not loosen the curse."
"If you want to loosen the hoop mantra, you can go to the Great Thunder Sound Temple in the West, and the Buddha will naturally teach you."
"Oh, it turns out that only Buddha can do the Song Hoop Curse."
Jin Chanzi continued: "In that case, please trouble Bodhisattva to go and help the poor monk find that bad disciple."
"Yes, I'll take care of it." Puxian nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the tight band in Jin Chanzi's hand turned into a hat again.
"I will also turn it into a hat. Don't forget to trick it into Monkey Monkey's head when the time comes."
"Well, go ahead, Bodhisattva."
Jin Chanzi waved to Puxian.
Puxian felt relieved now, tiptoed a little, and flew towards the sky.
Watching Puxian leave, Jin Chanzi quickly took out her cell phone and sent Lin Xian a text message.
"Master, this Samantabhadra only has the tight hoop, but not the other two hoops."
Lin Xian received the news and immediately replied: "I already know that Samantabhadra must not have lied. He must really be in the hands of Guanyin."
"Disciple understands."
After Jin Chanzi replied to the message, he immediately looked at General Yin.
General Yin also looked at him blankly.
"Junior brother, what are you doing standing still? Quickly deal with this tiger. We will eat the meat later."
"Oh, senior brother, wait a moment."
General Yin reacted and immediately carried the tiger carcass, ran to a stream, and began to peel off the skin and clean it.
The two followers were not idle either and began to collect firewood for the fire.
It was very busy for a while.
Jin Chanzi looked funny and stroked the white horse next to him.
"Ma'er, how was my acting skill just now? Did it explode?"
The horse barked twice, with a look of disdain on his face, clearly disapproving of it.
On the other side, Puxian traced the trajectory of Sun Wukong's departure and found Sun Wukong.
