Tang Xuanzang did not expect that this demon god was actually a true immortal and a god in the sky. He immediately felt that he had been rude and paid homage to the Tao again.
"The young monk was rude, Tang Xuanzang passed by the great sage!"
Sun Wukong nodded slightly, tidied up his appearance, put on a Taoist robe again, and prepared to go westward with Tang Xuanzang.
Sun Wukong glanced at the intact Wuzhi Mountain, and then at the east. He was secretly grateful for the guidance of Taiwei Pure Heavenly Lord. If he hadn't given him a heads-up and transformed into a divine dragon, how would he have been able to kill the evil corpses and achieve the realm of quasi-sage today? Since then, although the prehistoric period was vast, he was allowed to roam around, and even Buddhism did not dare to plot against him at will.
Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang had only traveled a few miles when they encountered a group of bandits. They were the same group of people who led Sun Wukong to start killing in the original book. However, at this time, Sun Wukong was extremely quiet and inactive. He just used a body-fixing technique, which did not harm anyone's life. He and Tang Sanzang got through this catastrophe without any trouble, leaving the Buddhist people speechless.
Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was still unwilling to accept it, so she turned into an old woman and pretended to be lost. After Tang Xuanzang kindly sent her home, he gave her a straight cotton robe and a hat inlaid with gold flowers. It was the infamous golden hoop. Sun Wukong, who wanted to cheat, put on this hat and put a shackles on him.
Sun Wukong has a clear mind and profound Taoism. How could he put this hat on his head like the original one? There was a golden light surging deep in his eyes, and a golden hoop appeared in his hand. He jumped up and struck the old woman who was transformed into Guanshiyin. Smashing it down, he said with hatred in his mouth.
"Guanshiyin, you have gone too far to deceive others. I am too lazy to expose you. You actually go to great lengths and want to plot against me. I am afraid that you will lose your mind. I must let you taste my power today!"
Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was horrified when he heard the words. His body turned into a golden light and dodged away. The Buddha's light flashed and his true body appeared. The willow branch in the jade bottle in his hand was pulled out and he faced Sun Wukong and smashed it again. The golden cudgel, one soft and the other strong, had a shocking collision. The air wave blew Tang Xuanzang away completely. If he hadn't been saved by the Buddhist Jialan and the protector who were hiding beside him, he would have fallen down long ago. If it becomes meat sauce, how can we continue to learn from the West?
Sun Wukong became a saint in the flesh and had unparalleled divine power. Although Guanshiyin Bodhisattva was not inferior to the Monkey King, he was still hit by the blow. His body was violently retreated, his whole body was shaken, and his body suffered some minor injuries. He recovered immediately and looked at it with Dharma Eyes. The furious Sun Wukong took a deep breath and apologized.
"Please calm down the great sage. This time it was the poor monk who was wrong. I apologize to you. This was a difficulty on the way to the west. It is not that the poor monk deliberately made things difficult for the great sage!"
Sun Wukong just used the topic to let Buddhism know that he is not easy to mess with now and not to plot against him. When he heard that Guanyin Bodhisattva was subdued, he put away the golden cudgel, and the anger on his face disappeared, and he returned to his former calm. Wisdom, he sneered secretly in his heart. As soon as he thought about it, he understood: This golden hoop was probably prepared for him who had never beheaded a corpse. He wanted to control himself tightly, but he never thought that he would get out of trouble with the guidance of Taiwei Pure Heavenly Lord. He killed the evil corpse and became a quasi-sage. He was no longer an existence they could plot at will.
Sun Wukong took a deep look at Guanyin Bodhisattva, frowned slightly, and said coldly.
"It's just this once, I won't do it next time, otherwise don't blame me, Old Sun, for flipping the table!"
Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Xuanzang, and Guanshiyin then looked at Tang Xuanzang and took a breath of cold air. If Sun Wukong really killed Tang Xuanzang, the rise of Buddhism would be in trouble. It would be difficult to have such a good opportunity again. Yes, he quickly promised.
"Don't worry, Great Sage, there will never be a next time!"
Sun Wukong then nodded, no longer paying attention to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and just stood aside with his eyes closed. Tang Xuanzang then bowed to the Bodhisattva with great piety. Guanyin Bodhisattva comforted Tang Xuanzang with a few words, and then left here on the golden lotus.
But Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang traveled together for a few days. It was the cold weather in the twelfth lunar month, with strong winds and slippery ice. They traveled on rugged roads with steep cliffs and steep mountains.
The two walked to a water stream. This place is called Snake Coiled Mountain Yingchou Stream. The cliffs are high and the water is turbulent. It is very dangerous. Tang Xuanzang is riding on a white horse. Sun Wukong does not use any magical powers and just walks on his feet. He is really Practitioners regard this pilgrimage to the Western Heaven as a practice. As long as they can overcome the difficulties and reach the Western Heaven on foot, they will definitely gain profound accumulation, which will be enough to push their realm and Taoism forward a big step, even if they lose the second Corpse is not impossible.
Ranwen
The trickling cold pulse passes through the clouds, and the clear waves reflect the red sun. The sound shakes the night rain in the deep valley, and the colorful hair dazzles the sky with the morning glow. Thousands of waves fly and spray broken jade, and a stream of water roars in the breeze. The gulls and herons have forgotten each other and have not caught sight of each other. This poem describes Yingchoujian.
Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty was riding on a white horse. Although Sun Wukong was following closely behind him, his eyes were tightly closed, his magic power was operating, and he was focused on practicing. He had defeated Guanyin Bodhisattva last time and forced her to bow her head and apologize, which fully proved the importance of strength. Sex, so Sun Wukong is not willing to waste any time, even in the process of rushing, he still practices magic power.
Suddenly, Sun Wukong opened his eyes. There was a golden light deep in his eyes. He looked at the water below Yingchou Stream with a half-smile. Sure enough, he saw a white divine dragon rushing out of the water, rising into the air, and opening its bloody mouth. A fishy smell overflowed, and with a sudden thrust of his head, he swallowed the white horse under Tang Xuanzang's seat, and then got back into the water, extremely quickly.
Although Sun Wukong was able to stop him, there was no movement at all. He just watched quietly. He had long seen that the white dragon had no intention of harming Tang Xuanzang. He was clearly deliberately showing mercy, fearing that it would be another disaster arranged by Buddhism. , so I’m too lazy to take action.
Xuanzang of Tang Dynasty had thin skin, tender flesh, and little courage. He fell directly on the white horse to the ground. He was smashed to pieces and had stars in his eyes. Sun Wukong did not step forward to help him.
Tang Xuanzang seemed to have received a huge blow, and a teardrop actually oozed from the corner of his eye. Sun Wukong couldn't help but despise the monk's pampering. It was really disgusting to shed tears for such a small thing.
Sun Wukong was such a proud man, how could he look down on the monk's cowardice, how could he tolerate Tang Xuanzang, and suddenly reprimanded him.
"Take back the tears from the corners of your eyes. How can a man be so whiny and disgusting?"
Tang Xuanzang heard Sun Wukong's scolding, and remembered that Sun Wukong had great magical powers, and even the Bodhisattva was no match for him. He did not dare to cry anymore, so he could only hold back his tears in grievance and sighed.
"It's a long way to the west. Now that we don't have a white horse as a mount, when will we be able to reach the pure land of Lingshan Mountain?"
