"Brother Monkey, you know everything?"

Listening to Sun Wukong's straightforward description of his own situation, Zhu Bajie was a little stunned.

He really doesn't know, but Sun Wukong knows it all.

"Do you think I am blind and deaf? How could I not know about the things that almost everyone knows about the high and mighty gods and Buddhas?"

In fact, Sun Wukong had never heard of any gods or Buddhas talking to him about the journey to obtain scriptures, but that didn't stop him from knowing. "Hehe, I won't argue with them. It's a matter of destiny. I can't refuse to go even if I want to. I can only ask for a job without putting in any effort..."

"Stupid, do you understand?"

Sun Wukong said this with all his heart, so there was nothing Zhu Bajie couldn't understand.

It is obvious that Sun Wukong is just here to make a living.

I just wanted to accompany Tang Seng on a journey to the West. As for asking Sun Wukong to help on the way... I'd better go to bed.

"Brother Monkey, I understand what you said, but I have put all my cultivation into my stomach. I really have no way to take down the Yellow Wind Monster unless I risk my life. Otherwise, I won't be able to complete the task at hand. What shall I do?"

"Otherwise, Brother Monkey can just extend a hand and help Pig."

This idiot!
What I just said was in vain.

Seeing Zhu Bajie patting his belly and looking at him intently, as if he wanted to take action again, Sun Wukong really took out his golden cudgel.

"Brother Monkey, please don't be angry... I am not without a solution."

"Back then, I could kill nine monsters with my rake. It's different now."

The power of cultivation is very insufficient.

No matter how good the treasure is or how many magical powers you have, it is difficult to fully display them.

The difficulty for Zhu Bajie at this moment is that he has been reincarnated as a mortal pig demon for only two hundred years. In such a short period of time, he has been able to cultivate into a celestial being, which is a result of his great accumulation in his previous life.

It is hard to say whether an ordinary monster could develop intelligence in two hundred years.

I want to ask a monster who has just reached the heavenly realm to sacrifice a high-quality spiritual treasure and wantonly display all kinds of magical powers...

In the ancient world, there is no such great truth!
"Hey, you idiot! I called you an idiot, and I really didn't wrong you, you pig-head! I never said that I would let you go to the mountain alone to subdue the Yellow Wind Monster. Don't forget, the West is not short of bald heads of all sizes!"

"You idiot, you can't beat them, so why don't you go and ask for help? You don't like going to heaven to look for old friends, but are you too embarrassed to go and look for the Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and other Buddhas?"

"If you can subdue the monster, you don't care who did it!"

"I just hope that you, old pig, didn't get hurt. Are you not satisfied?"

Sun Wukong's rapid-fire questioning and analysis made Zhu Bajie slap his thigh in surprise.

If Sun Wukong hadn't said it, he really had never thought that this would happen.

Yes, even if we can’t defeat the monster, we still have other Arhats, Bodhisattvas and even Buddhas.

All the Buddhists in the West cannot just sit there and watch their journey to the West and then have something happen and they cannot go on!
Think this through clearly.

Zhu Bajie laughed and said, "Brother Monkey, you are really smart. I was so stupid before that I didn't think of this trick. Then, Brother Monkey, tell me which Bodhisattva I should ask for help. Should we go to the South China Sea?"

Seeing that Zhu Bajie had come to his senses, Sun Wukong immediately retracted his golden cudgel.

His saliva was not wasted.

Everyone will answer.

"The South Sea is good. I think it's a good place for you! I'll trouble you, my fool, to go to the South Sea for a walk. I'll go find the white dragon horse and help Monk Tang take good care of the ceremony. Remember to go and come back quickly. Even if you can't find that Bodhisattva, you can find another Arhat Bodhisattva."

"As long as an Arhat or a Bodhisattva dies, then... I won't need to teach you anymore, right?"

Calabash Brothers saves grandpa!

As long as the Buddhists are defeated by the Yellow Wind Monster, other Bodhisattvas and Buddhas will naturally come to rescue them.

What a simple thing.

Back then, the Jie Religion was defeated because of this simple involvement.

"Brother Monkey, just wait and see. It may be difficult for me to kill the monster with my rake, but I am not bad at running errands and flying through the clouds. Brother Monkey, just wait, I will be back soon..."

As he said this, Zhu Bajie transformed into a phantom and went straight up into the sky for a hundred miles. Soon, a cloud of light went towards the direction of the South China Sea.

Seeing that he had finally fooled Zhu Bajie and made him willing to work, Sun Wukong couldn't help but smile.

This is just great!

There will be much more peace in the future. Sun Wukong won't even have to run errands himself.

Have a peaceful life.

All the way back to the old place, seeing the little white dragon still guarding the side of the mountain road, Sun Wukong couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt that the little white dragon's method of transforming into a horse was extremely suitable for lying down.

As far as I can remember, when we encountered monsters on the journey to the West, I never saw Little White Dragon take action.

"Great Sage, where is Master? Why did you come back alone? Where is Brother Bajie?"

Seeing that Sun Wukong came back alone, Xiao Bailong became anxious, "Great Sage, did you encounter a powerful monster? Do you need my help?"

"That idiot, go get some help."

"Indeed, in the mountains ahead, we encountered a monster that was good at using the magical power of yellow wind. This monster blew out a breath of divine wind that shook an area of ​​a hundred miles in radius, darkening the sky and destroying the mind and soul. It could also injure and destroy the eyes. It was truly powerful."

The wind-related magical power that was praised by the Old Mother of Lishan must be very magical.

It’s just that Sun Wukong hasn’t taken it seriously yet.

Even along the way, Sun Wukong had thought about what would happen if this Samadhi Divine Wind was used by Fei Lian, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints.

I'm afraid that destroying mountains and breaking peaks is a trivial matter, but completely blowing away the void world is the serious matter!

"A monster that spits out divine wind?"

After hearing what Sun Wukong said, Little White Dragon seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly said, "Great Sage, I heard that Lingji Bodhisattva has a wind-fixing bead in his hand. It is an acquired thing and is the best at restraining all kinds of wind magic in the world! Why don't you ask for it to give it a try?"

After hearing what Xiaobailong said, Sun Wukong naturally thought of the idea of ​​inheritance of cultural heritage.

The common dragons and slugs in the mountains and even some monsters are unaware that Lingji Bodhisattva has such a magical treasure in his hands.

Don’t look down on acquired spiritual treasures!

There are more than 3,000 famous Bodhisattvas in Buddhism today, but I am afraid that less than half of them have magical treasures in their hands.

"Let's talk about it when the idiot comes back."

Seeing the curiosity in Little White Dragon's eyes, Sun Wukong did not say why he did not go to find Lingji Bodhisattva. He changed the subject and said, "Little White Dragon, I think you are also the son of a true dragon. Are you really willing to carry Monk Tang to Lingshan in the West?"

Don't look down on the dragon clan.

Don't listen to what some immortals say, they like to eat dragon liver and phoenix gall...

If it were really in the ancient times, I'm afraid these immortals and gods wouldn't even dare to mention the words dragon and phoenix!
Following the call, all kinds of dragons and phoenixes slaughtered immortals and gods with as much pleasure as cooking sheep and cattle.

The dragon and the phoenix are really not weak!
But the era is different now.

"Great Sage, you are joking." Little White Dragon didn't want to say more, but seeing that Sun Wukong was looking at him with a gloomy gaze, he said again, "Great Sage, I think you know how our dragon clan is doing now. It is a good fortune that Little Dragon can enter Lingshan."

"It doesn't matter if there are more hardships here."

It is better than just eating and waiting to die all day long, and being able to see the end of cultivation at a glance.

As long as you enter Buddhism, as long as you have the blessings of all kinds of luck from Buddhist disciples, perhaps becoming a Daluo Jinxian is not the end.

at this point.

After being in Yingchou Gorge for two or three hundred years, Xiaobailong has already figured things out and no longer blames his parents or uncles.

"You little loach, you see it clearly."

As Sun Wukong was talking, he suddenly thought of something, and smiled as he continued, "I heard that there is a dragon girl named Ao Xin in your West Sea?"

Little White Dragon was stunned by what Sun Wukong said.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he shook his head and didn't want to say anything more.

But the more so.

The more Sun Wukong was sure of something, the more he asked, "Why are you shaking your head, little loach? Do you look down on Erlang Zhenjun? Or do your family members not agree?"

There was naturally a reason why Sun Wukong mentioned Ao Xin.

According to rumors, Ao Xin was also from the Dragon Palace of the West Sea. She was the third daughter of Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea. She had saved Yang Jian during the Conferred God Ceremony...

Later, Yang Jian and Ao Xin developed feelings for each other and became entangled with each other.

But the specific results are still unknown.

“Great Sage… where did you hear that from?” Seeing that Sun Wukong seemed to know something, Xiao Bailong was helpless. “The matter of my third sister has been a taboo in the West Sea since the catastrophe. She…”

"If the Great Sage really wants to know, he should go ask that True Lord when he has time!"

Halfway through the conversation, Xiaobailong suddenly stopped talking, causing Sun Wukong to scratch his ears and cheeks for a while.

Sun Wukong was still thinking that he finally had some gossip to listen to in his spare time, and it was about Yang Jian and Yang Erlang, which was great!

But this little white dragon won’t go on the road, which is really frustrating!

"How can we ask the parties involved in this matter? You little loach, don't you know that Old Sun and Erlang Shen have a very good relationship?"

"If I can help him, I will!"

"So, you understand?"

Seeing that what Sun Wukong said seemed to be true, Xiao Bailong hesitated for a moment, but still said, "To be honest, Great Sage, my third sister is still frozen in the Thousand Years Cold Li Coffin. Although the cause and effect of this was caused by that True Lord, tracing back to the source, he has nothing to do with it."

"For my third sister, that True Lord went to heaven and earth, and spent countless efforts on it."

"It's just that I haven't been able to wake up my third sister."

After a pause, the little white dragon continued, "I also want to thank the Great Sage for sending me the Three Lights Divine Water. With this divine water, my third sister can live in peace for a few more years."

It doesn’t matter if Xiaobailong doesn’t say anything. The more he talks, the more curious Sun Wukong becomes.

In this day and age, is there still someone that Yang Jian has gone to great lengths to save but still cannot revive?
Are the saint's disciples still lacking the means to save people?

It's really rare.

Moreover, according to Xiao Bailong, when Sun Wukong came to join in the fun, he gave all the Three Lights Divine Water to Ao Xin, but he still couldn't be saved. In this world, what kind of disease or Taoist injury can't be completely cured by the Three Lights Divine Water?

"I am really curious. What kind of injury did your sister suffer, or what kind of curse did she incur that even the Three Lights Divine Water couldn't save her."

"Is there anything in this world that Yang Erlang can't find?"

"Xiaolong doesn't know either!"

The little white dragon shook his horse's head and said, "Great Sage, I am not hiding anything. It is true that everyone in my dragon clan, even the True Lord, does not know why my third sister is unconscious. Her spirit has returned to her and her true dragon body is intact...but she is still not awake."

Xiaobailong also wondered whether Yang Jian had ever asked Jade Pure One Yuanshi Tianzun for help for his sister.

It is also true that Ao Xin has not woken up yet.

There was even a day when the Dragon Kings of the four seas all cast a forbidden spell on the Dragon Clan, causing all the Dragon Clan members, except for the real dragon, to completely forget about Ao Xin's existence.

This is also the reason why Xiaobailong didn't want to say a word when he heard Sun Wukong mention Ao Xin.

Although I don’t know the mystery.

Since it can force the four dragon kings to take action together, there must be a reason.

Maybe the cause and effect here is too deep and too big, the four dragon kings don't want the dragon clan to get involved...

"Strange, really strange. It seems that next time I meet a True Lord, I must ask him carefully."

After listening to Little White Dragon's story, Sun Wukong understood. He was afraid that he would not be able to get any more answers from him.

The causal relationship here must be extremely deep.

Sun Wukong was half lying on a branch of a low tree, chatting with Little White Dragon about all sorts of things for nearly half a day.

Then I saw Zhu Bajie returning alone.

"...Idiot, why did you come back alone? Where is the person you were asked to invite?"

"Brother Monkey, I'm really not lazy. It's just that Guanyin Bodhisattva is not in the South China Sea, and even the Venerable Hui'an is not here. I heard from the boy on the island that Guanyin Bodhisattva went to the Fuli Dharma Assembly to discuss the Tao with the immortals and gods. I don't know when she will come back."

Fuli Dharma Assembly! ?
Sun Wukong remembered that it seemed that when he went to the underworld to seek reinforcements, the divine beast Di Ting said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also went to this ceremony!

These Bodhisattvas are quite leisurely!
Sun Wukong thought about this and said, "You idiot, did you come to the South Sea for nothing? Since you can't ask the Bodhisattva to come, why don't you ask that boy to help? How much weaker can the boy under the Bodhisattva be in cultivation!"

Don't look down on the attendant boys and the gatekeeper boys!
Just like the two fairies Qingfeng and Mingyue under the seat of the great immortal Zhenyuanzi in Wuzhuang Temple, they have reached the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, and their merits and deeds are much deeper than those of ordinary Daluo.

If the Yellow Wind Monster met these two boys, he would probably be beaten all over his head with bruises from the golden hammer.

Moreover.

The boy under the Bodhisattva’s tutelage cannot defeat the Yellow Wind Monster, but doesn’t there still have Guanyin Bodhisattva?
Sun Wukong didn't believe that he could sit back and watch the boy under the Bodhisattva suffer. If so, it would be a huge loss of face!
"Brother Monkey, don't be anxious... I have been flying for a long time, how can it be in vain?"

"I didn't invite the boy from the Bodhisattva's sect to come out of the mountain, but I got the news. As long as I go to Lingji Bodhisattva and borrow the Wind-Fixing Pearl, I will be able to subdue the monster."

"I'm not afraid that Monkey will get impatient waiting, so I came back to tell you."

Zhu Bajie said this, then paused and said, "Brother Monkey, do you want to transform yourself and go to the Demon Mountain to look for your master? If he has already gone, I think we should just break up, so I don't have to go look for Lingji Bodhisattva again."

Sun Wukong...

Sun Wukong really didn't expect that this idiot Zhu Bajie had something else waiting for him.

This idiot is really stubborn in wanting to break up!

pity.

Sun Wukong doesn't even have to spend time and effort looking for Tang Seng, and he can guarantee with 100% certainty that Tang Seng is still alive and well.

Even a single hair was not damaged. Did Sun Wukong really not see the Arhats and Bodhisattvas protecting Tang Seng? Didn't he know that they were always there?
With these secret guardians around, a mere yellow wind monster still wants to hurt or eat Tang Monk...

It's not dark yet!
"Go, go, go and get some reinforcements. I have already calculated for you, you idiot. In the next fourteen years, you will not be able to return to Gao Laozhuang!"

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up!"

After hearing what Sun Wukong said, he could tell the exact number of years. Zhu Bajie didn't believe it at first, but then he found it incredible.

But before he could ask further questions, Sun Wukong waved his hand and a gust of wind blew him up into the sky.

It's impossible not to go.

When Zhu Bajie flew away again on a cloud, Little White Dragon became curious, "Great Sage, you just said fourteen years. Will it only take us that long to reach Lingshan?"

Fourteen years, in the eyes of ordinary people in the Tang Dynasty today, is the time for the children to get married and have children.

But for immortals and gods, this amount of time is really short.

Moreover, the journey from Nanzhanbuzhou to Lingshan in Xiniuhezhou is more than tens of thousands of miles.

The little white dragon had calculated that with his strength, even if he carried Tang Monk all the way west, if everything went smoothly, it might take a hundred years before they could even see the corner of Lingshan Mountain.

How come according to Sun Wukong, it only takes fourteen years!

"You, Little White Dragon, just listen to what I said. We are now in a calamity, and I cannot calculate all the secrets of the heavens with my current abilities."

"Why, you little white dragon, do you think fourteen years is too short?"

"Not really." The little white dragon was stunned by what Sun Wukong said, blinked his eyes and said, "Brother Monkey, I just feel that this journey will not be peaceful. In ten years or so, I am afraid that we really cannot reach the edge of Lingshan."

"If we can fly away, it's still possible."

Hearing that Little White Dragon also called him Monkey Brother, Sun Wukong didn't care.

To Sun Wukong now, there is no difference whether calling him the Great Sage, Monkey, or Monkey Brother.

A piece of monkey hair is indispensable.

"Flying away, you do want to. I have also talked to that monk Tang about this. He might as well use his magical power to stir up a strong wind, so that he can soar up to 30,000 miles and send him to the sacred mountain in the west in one day. Unfortunately, the monk is very pious and prefers to walk step by step."

"Since you're talking about piety, why go there on foot? Why ride a horse?"

After hearing what Sun Wukong said, Xiaobailong also fell silent.

Who knows what Tang Seng was thinking. How different is riding a white dragon horse to the West from flying on clouds?

Do you really think that anyone can ride on the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace?
I still ride it every day!

The Buddhists will bully people to the extreme!
If Zulong were alive today, he would have become a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian or something like that. He would have been so angry that he would have overturned the entire Lingshan Mountain in the West, all the Buddhist kingdoms, and all the paradises in the heavens.

To dare to insult his dragon bloodline like this is no different from urinating on someone's neck.

"Little White Dragon, do you feel wronged?"

Seeing that Xiaobailong was silent, Sun Wukong couldn't help but sigh, "If you feel unhappy, remember... practice well in the future. One day, when you become a saint or a great master, you can get back what you deserve."

"They were just born early and practiced for a long time."

"Brother Monkey, that's impossible."

The little white dragon exhaled a long breath of white air, as if to completely vent out the depression in his heart, "Since the ancient times, no dragon in my dragon clan has achieved the status of Hunyuan Quasi-Sage, and even Daluo Jinshan has very few. If you want to become a saint...how can my dragon clan have the chance to do so?"

Xiaobailong is the legitimate son of the Dragon King of the West Sea.

He still knows a lot about some things.

Among them are the events during the Longhan catastrophe and why the Taoist Patriarch was able to become a saint.

To be honest, when the dragon, phoenix and unicorn tribes fought each other, it was said that the demon ancestor Luohou plotted against the three tribes one after another, and finally refined the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, hoping to use them to determine the destiny of the world, so that he could become a saint one day and enjoy the blessings of heaven and earth forever.

But in reality, whoever gains the most profit and achieves the best is the one with the most profound mind.

So it is.

Later, when the Taoist master attained enlightenment, many saints emerged from his disciples, and the sect has continued to this day. How could the dragon clan possibly have the possibility of rising again!
If the saints and the Taoist ancestors do not allow it, nothing can be accomplished in the ancient world.

This is destiny!

"In this life, as long as I can become a free and easy Daluo, Xiaolong will be satisfied."

There was no falsehood in what the little white dragon said, and Sun Wukong frowned when he heard it.

Are you satisfied with becoming a Golden Immortal?
Is it because he has no ambition and lacks courage? Sun Wukong is now a golden immortal, but what can he do?
You still have to go to the West to obtain the Buddhist scriptures!
"Think more and pursue more, it's not bad at all."

"Brother Monkey, there are some things you don't know, and Little Dragon can't speak. When the Great Sage knows everything about the past of my dragon clan, he will understand."

At this point, Xiaobailong suddenly stopped talking and changed the subject, "Brother Monkey, Xiaolong sees that you don't seem to be very close to Master. I'm afraid this is not a good thing."

Sun Wukong had a face full of question marks.

Is there any explanation for this?
"Little Loach, why don't you have a good talk with Old Sun? What's wrong with this?"

"Brother Monkey, do you know about the catastrophe?" Seeing Sun Wukong nod, he couldn't leave and said, "Since Brother Monkey knows, Xiaolong can talk about some things. As far as Xiaolong knows, since the last catastrophe, the world has been clear and bright again, and it is destined that the West will prosper in the future!"

"In other words, if you enter the gate to the west, whether you are practicing or doing other things, you will naturally get twice the result with half the effort! I think Monkey Brother understands the difference."

In one kalpa, it is almost certain that a few tribes or religions will prosper.

Especially now that there are saints here and several saints have spoken, the prosperity will naturally be even greater under the will of heaven.

Little White Dragon naturally meant well when he said this.

He wanted Sun Wukong to borrow the good fortune of the prosperous Buddhism to take his own practice to a higher level.

It can also be considered as a kind of reward for Sun Wukong saving him in Wangchuan Mountain.

"Is it just because of this that you, a little loach, are willing to be the footstool for Tang Monk?"

"Not entirely. Father didn't tell Xiaolong the details of this matter, but Xiaolong knows that father will not harm Xiaolong."

A little loach with only half the knowledge!
Sun Wukong could see that the White Dragon Horse had good intentions and knew many ancient secrets, but it was unlikely that he knew everything and was fully aware of the causes and consequences of the journey to the West.

Perhaps it was his cultivation and background that limited his vision.

The dragon clan of the four seas today is no longer the dragon clan of the past. As the third prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace, Xiaobai Long could not possibly know what the saints had calculated and decided.

Half a day passed in a flash.

When Sun Wukong sensed that there was a spiritual light descending from the distant sky, Zhu Bajie's flying rainbow letter was approaching.

"Brother Monkey, I have already found Lingji Bodhisattva, please prepare something."

A very concise sentence.

However, it was Zhu Bajie who reminded Sun Wukong not to continue lying down, but to at least go to Huangfeng Ridge and wait.

Otherwise, when the people who were invited to help arrived at Huangfeng Ridge, Sun Wukong was nowhere to be found...

This is not good.

"This idiot is actually quite careful."

Hearing what Zhu Bajie said, Sun Wukong chuckled and said to Little White Dragon, "Little Loach, I will go to the Yellow Wind Ridge to wait for you. You just wait and see our gift..."

After saying that, a whistling man had gone far away.

Not long after Sun Wukong disappeared and reached the top of Huangfeng Ridge, Zhu Bajie rode on a cloud and arrived at Huangfeng Ridge with Lingji Bodhisattva.

When I first saw this Bodhisattva, he had a jade-like face and a serene demeanor. He was holding a flying dragon staff. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a national master, and didn't look like a Buddhist at all.

But the way she is dressed makes her look like a bodhisattva.

"Buddha, I am honored to be here!"

Seeing Lingji Bodhisattva approaching, Sun Wukong also quickly transformed himself and went forward to greet him, "Thank you for your help. It's because I and this idiot are not good enough. Please, Bodhisattva, save Elder Tang."

It seems that there is nothing wrong with what Sun Wukong said.

Lingji Bodhisattva raised his eyelids and glared at the monkey, and then said: "You are very naughty, monkey. Don't you know the principle of unity of knowledge and action?"

Sun Wukong was seen scratching the monkey hair on his hand and laughing with his monkey face, looking like he didn't care at all.

Bodhisattva Lingji did not say anything else, but waved the flying dragon staff in his hand and called out softly, "Yellow Wind Monster, why don't you come out of the mountain to see me!"

After a call.

As the rolling yellow sand swept out from the Yellow Wind Ridge, the Yellow Wind Monster, which suddenly appeared with the help of the wind and sand, opened its teeth before it got close, and a rustling yellow wind suddenly rose up in the world.

This time, the Yellow Wind Monster didn't even say a word. As soon as they met, he greeted them with the Samadhi Divine Wind.

It seemed as if he also knew that Lingji Bodhisattva was not someone to be trifled with, so it was better to strike first!

Seeing the howling wind again, before Lingji Bodhisattva could make a move, Zhu Bajie, blinking his eyes, had already rushed behind the Bodhisattva.

The timid look made Sun Wukong laugh.

As for what? !

If Lingji Bodhisattva were here, he would not be able to use this divine wind to hurt you, Zhu Bajie. Do you still want to save the Bodhisattva's face?

really.

Before the rolling sand and wind flew to him, he saw the old Lingji Bodhisattva clasp his hands and suddenly a spiritual plant the size of an egg, which changed color from time to time, flew in front of him.

There was no need for Lingji Bodhisattva to cast a spell to summon power. He just said the word "stop", and the endless sand wind that covered the sky and the sun suddenly stopped.

That strange situation was as if the surrounding time and space were frozen in an instant.

Moreover, as the color of the Wind-Fixing Pearl's divine light continued to change, the wind within a few hundred miles was actually dissipating completely without form, and finally became completely invisible.

In just a breath of time, the Yellow Wind Monster's divine wind was actually neutralized.

After a while, the Yellow Wind Monster opened his mouth again and tried to breathe in and out, but it could only bring out a gentle breeze...

"Buddha is so precious!"

Seeing such a magical treasure that could specifically counter the divine wind, Sun Wukong couldn't help but praise it.

However, the Yellow Wind Monster saw that the situation was not good, so he turned around and left.

The divine wind that Huang Fengguai relied on was broken so easily. Was he waiting to suffer instead of leaving?

Go fast.

But it is not faster than the flying dragon staff in the hands of Lingji Bodhisattva!

The Bodhisattva raised his hand again and threw the staff in his hand away, which immediately turned into a dragon shadow a thousand feet high. Without waiting for the dragon shadow to make any move, he just raised his head and let out a loud dragon roar, which immediately resounded throughout the heaven and earth and shocked all living beings.

The Yellow Wind Monster was so frightened by the dragon's roar that his legs and feet became limp and his mind was out of control. It was impossible for him to continue flying.

All he could do was watch as the dragon shadow grabbed him with its claws and sent him close to Lingji Bodhisattva.

"You monster, are you convinced?"

When the Yellow Wind Monster knelt down before Lingji Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva took away the staff and asked, "Would you like to follow me to the mountain and become a gatekeeper in the future?"

"My little demon is willing, the Bodhisattva has mercy on me..."

Not to mention how the Yellow Wind Monster kowtowed, Sun Wukong couldn't help but lower his eyes when he looked at the scene in front of him.

He always felt that this Yellow Wind Monster should have come from that small Mount Xumi!

Otherwise, how could the ordinary monsters on the journey to obtain the scriptures survive!

"The matter here is settled. Bajie and Wukong, you two should go to the monster's cave and look for your master."

"Monk Tang is not Lao Sun's master!"

Seeing that the Yellow Wind Monster stood obediently behind Lingji Bodhisattva and hearing the Bodhisattva's instructions, Zhu Bajie bowed and went to look for Tang Monk.

But Sun Wukong just looked at the Bodhisattva and the Yellow Wind Monster for a long time.

This made Lingji Bodhisattva ask again, "You monkey, do you have anything else to do?"

"Nothing, nothing. I just think that this Yellow Wind Monster is very suitable for Bodhisattva to control. Bodhisattva, didn't you go to the Fuli Dharma Assembly?"

"Do you know about the Fuli Dharma Assembly?"

Lingji Bodhisattva looked at Sun Wukong with a meaningful look in his eyes, and then said: "Wukong, remember what I said before, the unity of knowledge and action will not harm you. If you have free time in the future, you can come to my Xiaoxumi Mountain to listen to the teachings and Zen."

As he spoke, wind and clouds appeared out of nowhere at the feet of Lingji Bodhisattva, steadily holding up the Bodhisattva and the Yellow Wind Monster, and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

Look into the sky.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but murmur, "I always feel that this Bodhisattva has something else in his words. It's mysterious and seems like he is giving me some advice?"

"This Bodhisattva didn't go to the Fuli Dharma Assembly. Was he deliberately waiting for Old Sun to come and ask for help? Was he just trying to subdue the Yellow Wind Monster?"

"What a pity, I didn't take it seriously back then..."

Having experienced his past life, Sun Wukong could not remember whether the Yellow Wind Monster was the horse under the seat of Lingji Bodhisattva.

But what is certain is that this Bodhisattva did not go to the Fuli Dharma Assembly in order to obtain the Buddhist scriptures!
Two moments later.

Zhu Bajie actually walked out quickly from the depths of Huangfeng Ridge carrying Tang Seng on his back. There were a lot of melons, bowls, gourds, and fruits hanging on his body, which made Sun Wukong grin.

This idiot is really a foodie!
"Idiot! You just looted some useless things, but didn't you look for some useful things like magic weapons and spiritual herbs?"

"Brother Monkey, what are you talking about? All those magical herbs and medicines were stewed in one pot by that damned Yellow Wind Monster, leaving only the main dish, Master, in the pot. If it had been later, Master would have been boiled into a meat soup. Luckily, Old Pig arrived at the right time!"

"But the essence of the plants and trees in the pot was not wasted. Now it's all in the old pig's stomach."

"Who told Monkey Brother not to go with Pig to look for the master..."

Hearing Zhu Bajie say this and taking a look at his belly, Sun Wukong couldn't help but sneer. (End of this chapter)