The night is gray.
A group of people gathered around the bonfire, eating barbecue and drinking wine, and were extremely happy.
They were celebrating and put on a show to trick Pu Xian into running around, but Pu Xian didn't know it at all.
High in the sky.
Pu Xian hid in the clouds and looked down.
The barbecue was so fragrant that Puxian drooled but felt an indescribable loneliness.
They are so cool and unrestrained, but they are just clinging to it here.
Pu Xian blinked.
Why do I always feel like something is wrong?
He had discussed with Jin Chanzi before and asked him to put a tight hoop on Sun Wukong's head.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Jin Chanzi and Sun Wukong to reconcile so quickly.
However, the two of them were as harmonious as a family. Instead, they helped Jin Chanzi control Sun Wukong and persuaded Sun Wukong to come back, but they gained nothing.
Puxian always feels empty in his heart.
In their eyes, they are like an outsider.
"Maybe I think too much. Then Jin Chanzi must be looking for an opportunity to set a trap for Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong must also hate Jin Chanzi in his heart."
"Well, that must be the case. I'll wait here to see what their next move is."
Pu Xian comforted himself, and then continued to stare.
Until late at night, all the barbecue was eaten, and Jin Chanzi and others lay down on the spot and fell asleep.
Puxian originally wanted to take the opportunity to steal some barbecue to try.
As a result, they watched helplessly as they ate the tiger until it was just a skeleton.
The second day.
Everyone slept until three o'clock in the morning, then reluctantly packed their bags and continued westward.
As for the killing of Sun Wukong yesterday, it was as if it had never happened. No one mentioned it again. Jin Chanzi also tightened the tight hoop and had no intention of putting it on Sun Wukong's head.
Pu Xian looked a little confused.
"Then what is Jin Chanzi doing, and why has he been reluctant to take action?" Puxian was very puzzled.
On this day, it seemed that the sun was getting worse.
Everyone finally found an old farmhouse in the mountains.
Staying overnight late at night, although the old farmer was frightened by the appearance of Sun Wukong and General Yin, after Jin Chanzi's persuasion, he secretly felt relieved and arranged food for them.
Jin Chanzi was very attentive, so she borrowed a needle and thread from an old farmer and sewed the tiger skin she had obtained earlier into a tiger skin skirt.
"Senior brother, what do you think of your tiger skin skirt?"
Jin Chanzi handed the finished tiger skin skirt to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong chuckled, "Junior brother made this tiger skin skirt, do you want me to wear it?"
"Exactly." Jin Chanzi said.
Sun Wukong looked embarrassed.
"Junior brother, let me worry about it. It's just that this tiger skin skirt is too ugly and doesn't reflect my grandson's temperament. You'd better give it to junior brother Yin."
With that said, he threw it to General Yin.
General Yin was stunned for a moment.
He likes this tiger skin skirt very much. After all, he is a tiger spirit and likes the tiger stripes on it.
Jin Chanzi sighed, "Forget it, since senior brother doesn't like it, then give it to junior brother Yin."
General Yin was immediately filled with joy and put the tiger skin skirt on his body.
After waiting until dawn, everyone continued on their way.
Samantabhadra in heaven continued to stare.
He raised his eyes and looked ahead, where six bandits were ambushing him.
"This is another disaster arranged by Guanyin. It is six mortals. According to Sun Wukong's nature, he will definitely kill them. By then..."
Puxian grinned and sneered.
This difficulty is very simple and should be completed.
"That Jin Chanzi doesn't like killing. If Sun Wukong kills those six mortals, Jin Chanzi will definitely be furious, and he will definitely find a way to put a tight band on his head."
Puxian felt that Jin Chanzi was slow to put a tight band on Sun Wukong's head.
It was probably because Jin Chanzi valued the relationship between master and disciple and couldn't bear to do this.
When Sun Wukong kills those six bandits, his guilt will be much greater than killing a tiger.
Jin Chanzi will definitely use the tight hoop at that time.
Thinking of this, Puxian was secretly relieved.
Sure enough, not long after Jin Chanzi and the others walked, the six bandits who were ambush in front of them all jumped out.
"Hey, stop here."
A bandit shouted.
Jin Chanzi and others stopped immediately.
"Who are you who dare to block the road here?" Sun Wukong asked.
The bandit shouted: "You don't care who we are, anyway, I built this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to live from now on, I will leave money to buy the road."
"Khan, it turned out to be some robbers."
Jin Chanzi sneered, and then sent a message to Sun Wukong, asking: "Elder brother, don't you have piercing eyes and golden eyes? Come and see who these six people have been transformed into?"
Sun Wukong's eyes flickered and he glanced at a few people.
"They are not transformed by gods, they are all mortals. They seem to be real bandits."
"Okay." Jin Chanzi sighed.
Originally, if the gods had changed, he would have taken the opportunity to teach them a lesson.
In the end, they are all real bandits, not the layout of gods and Buddhas, so this kind of fun will be reduced by half.
Sun Wukong glanced at Jin Chanzi and asked through a message: "Master, do you have any instructions? Do you want me, Sun, to take action and get rid of the six of them?"
Jin Chanzi quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Senior brother, don't worry. If you kill them, wouldn't you be playing into the hands of the Buddhists?" Jin Chanzi said quickly.
Sun Wukong was suddenly speechless.
He has also read the Journey to the West given to him by Lin Xian.
In the disaster arranged by Buddhism, it was Sun Wukong who killed six bandits.
Buddhism prohibits killing, so Guanyin took the opportunity to put pressure on Jin Chanzi.
Jin Chanzi had no choice but to blame herself.
In the end, the master and disciples dispersed without coaxing each other, allowing Guanyin to succeed and put a tight band on her head.
"I just went and almost fell into the Buddhist trap."
Sun Wukong smiled like a girl, and then continued: "In this case, I, the old Sun, will not take action, and I will leave it to you, junior brother, to do it for me."
Jin Chanzi also smiled.
"Anyway, these six bandits have done a lot of evil, so let me get rid of them personally, which just happened to defeat the Buddhist plan."
"Yes, junior brother, come here."
Sun Wukong smiled.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, why are you laughing?" The bandit leader saw Sun Wukong giggling there, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Jin Chanzi jumped off the white horse.
"I just laughed. Why, you have the ability to bite me." Jin Chanzi also laughed.
When the bandits saw this, they all sneered.
"Go and ask around. Anyone who sees the six of us will be frightened and have their hair standing on end. You, the monk, are too bold." shouted the bandit leader.
"Amitabha, poor monks are born to be bold, don't you agree?"
The bandit leader became furious when he saw this.
Damn it, I am a bandit, please respect my profession, okay?
"Come on, hold this monk down and cut off his tongue to see if he can still laugh."
The bandit roared.
Immediately, the other five bandits slashed at Jin Chanzi with their swords.
Jin Chanzi waved his hand.
"You forced me. Don't blame me when you get to the underworld."
As he said that, Jin Chanzi picked up the nine-ringed tin staff and played with vigor and vigor, making him look majestic and...
Anyway, it’s three times five divided by two.
He beat the five bandits until their souls were shattered and their brains exploded.
