"Xuan Zang insists on doing so, so be it."
Guanyin sighed softly and did not persuade her again. In fact, this is nothing to her. The little white dragon is gone. She can still find the little black dragon and the little yellow dragon. It just takes a little trouble.
Seeing that it was no longer his business to learn the scriptures, the kneeling little white dragon was confused and knelt down stupidly.
Guanyin ignored him and glanced around, pretending to be confused: "Why isn't Wukong here?"
Xuanzang recited the Buddha's name, carefully told the story of Sun Wukong killing bandits and running away in anger, saying that monks should be compassionate.
Wukong cares about human life and is not fit to be a family member. And he has no ability to discipline Wukong.
"Wukong has a loose nature and is bloodthirsty and willful. He should be disciplined and disciplined. The poor monk has something for you."
Guanyin said, came down from the clouds, took out a golden hat from his sleeve, and handed it to Xuanzang's hand.
"This hat, when Wukong comes back, let him put it on, and the poor monk will teach you a formula called the Tightening Curse to subdue him."
"Thank you Bodhisattva"
Xuanzang took the hat and listened carefully to the curse.
After about a stick of incense, Guanyin stepped into the sky and left. Xuanzang left Yingchou Stream and continued to the west.
The broken Yingchou Stream returned to silence. Among the rocks and water stains everywhere, Xiao Bailong stood in despair. From now on, he will continue to be trapped in Yingchou Stream.
The only opportunity is missed. The next time, it may be a hundred years, it may be a thousand years, or it may be forever.
He was harmed miserably by the Nine-Headed Insect and the bitch Halloween Princess, and only at this moment did he understand their sinister intentions.
"If I don't avenge this, I swear I won't be a dragon!"
Little White Dragon clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were about to burst into flames. After a moment, he let go of his hand in despair. He didn't even have the courage to leave here, so how could he seek revenge from the Nine-Headed Insect and Princess All Saints? .
Squeaking, the sound of branches being trampled down came from a hundred steps away from the southeast, and a Taoist wearing a black and yellow Taoist robe appeared.
"who"
Xiao Bailong suddenly turned around, with sharp eyes. When he saw that it was a Taoist priest whose cultivation level was unknown, he frowned slightly, and there was suspicion in his eyes.
Chu Feng put his hands in his sleeves behind his back with a smile on his face.
"Ao Lie, Pindao is here to tell you that you can stay in Yingchou Stream with peace of mind. Once the journey to the west is over, Pindao will intercede on your behalf and let you go home."
"you?"
Xiao Bailong's eyes were full of doubts. With his status, he had basically seen all the immortals in the nine heavens and ten earths, but he had never seen the Taoist priest in front of him. Why should someone who is nothing beg for mercy on his behalf?
Chu Feng had already expected Xiao Bailong's reaction, so he stretched out his hand to pull out his belt and shook it.
"Tai Shang Laojun's golden rope!"
Xiao Bailong exclaimed.
A red light flashed in Chu Feng's palm, and a purple-gold and red gourd appeared.
"Tai Shang Laojun's Purple Gold and Red Gourd"
The expression on Xiao Bailong's face turned into one of extreme shock. The two things that Taishang Laojun carried with him actually appeared on this Taoist priest. This person's identity must be extremely valuable. Maybe he represents Taishang Laojun. You are here.
Taishang Laojun is not scary, what is scary is the person behind Taishang Laojun, a legendary figure, a terrifying existence of Hunyuan with immeasurable calamities.
He saw this on an ancient scroll he picked up in an extremely ancient secret place of the Dragon Clan. It was a glorious and prosperous era, and the Dragon Clan once dominated the world, but unfortunately it fell in the end.
The bloodline was suppressed and became a slave of heaven.
At this time, Chu Feng took out two more things, a jade lamp with a lotus-shaped head and a three-pointed two-edged sword.
"This is the lotus lantern of the Third Holy Mother and the three-pointed two-edged sword of Erlang Shen."
Xiao Bailong's heart was filled with confusion again. Why are there these two things? Could it be that the Jade Emperor is hinting to himself that he should stay in Yingchoujian honestly and not participate in anything. When the time comes, he can regain his freedom. .
Chu Feng waved his hand and took everything back, still with a smile on his face.
“Everything is as you thought”
Xiao Bailong suddenly smiled, and his whole person seemed to be rejuvenated. Being free was his biggest wish. As for whether he could become a Buddhist, he had no interest at all.
What do the dragons like most? The treasures in the world, flying freely in the world, and the beauties of all races.
"Thank you, Taoist Master, I will cultivate my mind and nature here!"
Xiao Bailong bowed seriously.
"Well, let's go."
Chu Feng flicked his sleeves and left.
Very good, I killed one, the next one is Wukong!
…
On the small road, there is a gentle breeze.
Xuanzang held the nine-ring tin staff and walked alone, his eyes scanning the surrounding vegetation from time to time. The terrifying scene created by the little white dragon just now was still lingering in his mind. At this moment, he was afraid that a monster would appear. Give him a bite.
"Master, master..."
A voice came from the sky, very loud, it was not Wukong's voice.
Xuanzang was overjoyed and turned around to look back. Thinking of what had happened before, he deliberately put on a serious look.
Sun Wukong came closer, stretched out his furry hand, scratched his neck, and said with a smile: "My disciple just went to the old Dragon King's place to have a drink."
Xuanzang picked up a stone as high as an ordinary chair and sat on it, looking very unhappy.
"You're welcome, you can have wine, I can only eat some sour buns."
"My disciple is wrong, my disciple is wrong..."
Sun Wukong walked to the white horse with a smile, unloaded the luggage, opened the package, found a sour steamed bun, tossed it in his hand a few times, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a golden hat with excellent workmanship.
He put the bun down casually and said excitedly: "Master, this hat is really nice, but is it for me?"
The expression on Xuanzang's face was a little unnatural. After all, it was his first time to trick someone, no, he was tricking a monkey!
"If the master doesn't say anything, it's mine."
The innocent Sun Wukong didn't know that he had been deceived by humans again. After putting on the hat, he inadvertently saw Xuanzang's expression struggling, but because of trust, he didn't think much about it. (After being imprisoned for five hundred years, he had great trust in Xuanzang who rescued him because of his simple mind. This is why Chu Feng took the risk and sent Xiao Liu Yanchang to try, but unfortunately he was unsuccessful).
"There is no Buddha of Universal Light. There is no Buddha of Universal Light. There is no Buddha of Universal Purity. There is no Buddha of Tamara. There is no Sandalwood Buddha. There is no Buddha of Sandalwood Light..."
There was a sound of chanting sutras.
Sun Wukong felt the hat tighten suddenly. Without saying a word, he took off the hat and threw it aside.
"Ah, master, master, don't read it, don't read it..."
Sun Wukong covered his head in pain and looked at Xuanzang in disbelief. He had been deceived by humans again.
Xuanzang had no intention of stopping, and the more he read, the more energetic he became.
Sun Wukong kept rolling on the ground in pain, sometimes falling into the grass, sometimes falling into the creek. He also tried to escape, but no matter how far he escaped, the magic sound would be the same in his ears, making him His head was throbbing with pain. 1
