"Since you used the mountain to suppress me, now the poor monk will suppress you under this mountain!"
Fahai flew down from the top of the mountain. He didn't need to recite a spell, nor did he need to urge the mountain god to cast a spell. He actually put the Zen staff in his hand on the Cangxiong, then held the golden bowl in one hand, reached into the bottom of the mountain with the other hand, and shouted angrily. A sound: "Get up——"
I don’t know how much mana he poured into it——
Boom!
The entire Pingding Mountain was suddenly shaken and rocks were rolled to form fortresses.
He really moved the Silver Horned King to the mountain peak and lifted it up with one hand.
Bajie and Dasheng were frightened when they saw it. They knew that their mage had deep magic power... but how could he hold up the power of a mountain with his bare hands?
Fahai would never tell them that back then he was able to lift the Jinshan Mountain with one person, but now he is just lifting a peak on the Pingding Mountain. What does that mean?
"go!"
Fahai recited a mantra from his mouth and sent King Silver Horn from the golden bowl to the foot of the mountain. Then he stepped sideways and the mountain peak crashed down heavily, pressing him under the mountain.
When Bajie and Sha Seng saw their master surrendering King Silver Horn, they quickly ran out of the demon cave. When they came to the master, Lao Zhu knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Master, this disciple has caused you a lot of trouble along the way. , Master does not care about the disciple, and the disciple is grateful."
Fa Hai stretched out his hand to catch the nine-ringed tin staff that fell from the sky, tapped Bajie on the head, and said, "You tough guy, get up quickly."
Bajie responded repeatedly, only obeying the master's orders.
In the past, when Master used to slay demons, when was there such a violent scene as it is today?
Bajie even thought that when the mountain peak fell, the master didn't need to hide at all. He only stretched out his hand and held it up, which was enough.
Junior Brother Sha stepped forward to help Second Senior Brother. After Bajie got up, he looked around and immediately smiled.
Wu Jing asked: "Second Senior Brother, why are you laughing? Could it be that Master knocked you stupid with a stick?"
Bajie pointed at the Silver-Horned King who was pressed under the mountain peak, with only his head exposed, and said: "Master, Junior Brother Sha, you see...this demon king is quite tough, and he has still remained silent up to this point. Hey, he can be considered a character... Anyway, from what I can see, the old pig is better than the Kuimu wolf in Wanzishan who only wants to beg for mercy and save his life."
King Silver Horn turned his head and closed his eyes without saying a word.
How could he not be in pain?
It's just that his brother's silence spell has not yet been released, and he cannot speak.
Such a ruthless monk from the Tang Dynasty, where is this mortal monk reincarnated by a golden cicada?
Even if Jin Chanzi's real body is here, it might be nothing more than this, right?
"Amitabha."
Fa Hai recited the Buddha's name, straightened his somewhat messy cassocks, and said to the two disciples: "You two have subdued many little demons in the cave. Now you can bring them all out at once."
"yes."
The two disciples walked to the Demon King's Cave. Here, Fahai also noticed that the Silver-horned King was unable to speak, so he moistened his throat with Buddha's light and lifted the forbidden spell.
"ah--"
A groan of pain resounded throughout the mountain.
"Tang Monk, just give me a happy life, don't torture and humiliate me like this." King Yinjiao just wants to die quickly at this moment. After all, he is a disciple of Laojun. It is not right for him to go down to the world to become a demon privately, and now it is even more important. He ended up in a disastrous defeat, so much so that he ruined the reputation of Tushita Palace and Laojun, and even dared not stay in the Three Realms.
"Why didn't you think of today when you were a demon in the lower realm?" Fahai sat down. In fact, he treated the Silver Horned King quite differently. Perhaps it was also because he was a fairy boy under Laojun's sect, so he With these insights.
But this does not conflict with Fa Hai discussing Taoism with him at this moment.
King Yinjiao seemed to have eased the pain slightly, and his expression could not hide his weakness, but he still managed to hold on, "Tang Monk, there is no need to say more. Our Taoist sect also has a law of cause and effect. Now I want to kill you but I fail, but I fall into It's your own fault. Send Master Dao on his way quickly so that he can go to reincarnation."
Fahai said: "Do you know that Kuimulang's soul was saved in the hands of the poor monk, and he transformed into the three realms of heaven and earth, and did not enter the six realms of reincarnation."
King Yinjiao said: "I have heard a little bit. If you want to save me like that, just do it. Let's see if there is even a word of begging for mercy."
Fahai sat face to face with King Yinjiao and asked him: "Do you remember what you asked Pindao before?"
"What words?"
"When you saw me reciting Buddha's name, you said that you found something wrong with us monks. When faced with difficulties, we would only recite Buddha's name and pray to Bodhisattva... You also asked, do we have no legs? No hands? No brains? We only wait for the Buddha to come to us. Bodhisattva came to save you, but you never thought of solving it on your own?" Fahai looked at King Yinjiao and said, "Yes or no?"
King Yinjiao snorted coldly and said: "I admit that I shouldn't say this to you...but you said it yourself, are my words false? You do good deeds in Buddhism, but you shouldn't do good deeds in the guise of transformation. , turn the sentient beings in the three realms who clearly believe in you into that look. If one day, when all the sentient beings in the three realms believe in Buddha...what do you think will be like in the three realms?"
"Fairy boy, you may be a little too extreme. If it is really what you think, it must be the Buddha believed by all living beings in the three realms. It is false but not true."
King Yinjiao was smart after all. He suddenly looked at Master Tripitaka and said, "How do you know what kind of scene I have in mind?"
"Because the poor monk also has such worries, he went to the West to ask the Buddha, trying to find out what the Buddha is and whether the world should be transformed."
King Silver Horn's expression suddenly changed, "Why are you telling me this?"
"You asked, and I answered. Although the poor monk is just an ordinary monk, he also knows that monks can solve people's doubts and do not tell lies."
"What a mere mortal monk." King Yinjiao suddenly said: "I suddenly don't want to die anymore."
"Why?"
King Silver Horn's voice was slightly low: "Because I want to see how you died."
As soon as these words came out, the two of them fell silent. Fahai's eyes looked at King Yinjiao. After an unknown amount of time, Fahai stood up slowly and recited: "Goodness."
"The poor monk will agree to your request. If the poor monk does not die for a day, you will press under this mountain for a day to pay for your sins. When the poor monk dies, it will be you. The day of escape.”
"That's not fair." King Yinjiao shook his head and said, "If you don't die, I will stay under this mountain for a day; but if you die, after I see your fate, I won't live... If you lose your soul, I should do the same."
Having said this, King Yinjiao suddenly looked at Fa Hai and asked, "Aren't you afraid that this is my lie to you, and that I will take the opportunity to escape after you leave?"
"Let's go? Where can you go?" Fahai looked at him, "It's nothing more than going to Laojun to seek protection. Although the poor monk has never seen Laojun's grace, but... if you really do such a thing, How is it different from escaping from the three realms? Why should I, a poor monk, look for you again? Your state of mind will fall into the endless abyss, and you will no longer be at peace. Isn't this more painful than death, or more painful than being pressed under this cliff?"
"Hehehehe... Although we are enemies today, we are still having fun." The corners of Silver Horn King's mouth were raised slightly, seemingly smiling, but his expression was complicated, "Although I am a young boy sitting down, Laojun, I am one of those immortals in heaven. You treated my two brothers politely when you met them, but such boring and boring days have been repeated for countless years... They are far less joyful than the few months in this mortal world, Master. ..My brother and mother must have fallen into the hands of the great sage at this moment."
King Yinjiao had just finished speaking when the Great Sage and Little White Dragon over there had already returned and said loudly: "Master, I am here -"
The Great Sage fell to the ground to pay homage to the Master, but it was quite strange... because the Great Sage had a banana fan pinned to his back, and he was also holding a person in one hand. He was holding a small white dragon in his left hand, which was trapped by a golden rope; He was carrying an old demon who had passed out and was tied up with an ordinary hemp rope.
"Sun Wukong, where is my eldest brother?!" King Silver Horn, who was pinned down the mountain, only saw the unconscious old lady, but not King Golden Horn. He also saw his eldest brother's banana fan behind the great sage, so he subconsciously asked.
The Great Sage immediately became happy when he saw that it was King Yinjiao who was pressed under the mountain. He said: "I am the only one who has enjoyed such treatment. I didn't expect you to be pressed under the mountain... Master, when will you put him down?" Have you also learned the Tathagata's methods?"
"It's not time to joke, I would like to ask you, where is the Golden Horned King?"
Seeing the seriousness of the master, the great sage quickly restrained himself, took out the mutton-fat jade bottle from his arms, and said: "The golden-horned king was put in a bottle by the disciple... because the disciple can only pretend to be someone else." There is no way to release the person...I am afraid that the body has dissipated, and a little bit of the true spirit has gone to the underworld with the soul."
"Brother!" King Yinjiao was so sad, coupled with the fact that he had suffered a huge setback just now, that he fainted.
"Amitabha." Fahai recited the Buddha's name and said, "Tell me more carefully, what's going on with the rope on the little white dragon?"
"I have not told the master before that before leaving, the disciple exchanged the Golden Horned King's mutton-fat jade bottle with a fake one... The Golden Horned King's banana fan was very powerful, and the disciple could not match him, so he outsmarted him. "The great sage presented the treasure to the master.
"Master." Ao Lie, who was tied up with a golden rope, said quickly: "Master, it is actually the disciple who is locked by the golden rope of the old demon's magic weapon... When the Golden Horn King saw his disciple being held, he directly wanted to use a banana fan to fan him. , Senior Brother took out the treasure vase out of desperation, called the Golden Horned King, and put the Golden Horned King into it."
"Master." The Great Sage also explained: "When I was fighting with the Golden Horned King, the old fox used a rope to plot against me, but my junior brother stood behind me and took the blow for me. I saw the Golden Horned King again. I used a banana fan to fan my little junior brother...This is how I used the magic weapon."
"Amitabha." Fahai recited the Buddha's name and said, "The cause and effect are the same, so let's wake up this old fox first."
The Great Sage stepped forward, poked the old demon with a stick, and said, "Old demon, wake up!"
Not long after, the Dragon-pressing Immortal opened her eyes. She first looked at the Silver-horned King who was suppressed at the foot of the mountain and had passed out. Then she looked at Master Sanzang who was beside him, and suddenly cried sadly. : "My son——"
