"How dare you be so disgusting and harm my junior brother!"

"That one, come out and talk to my old pig's rake if you dare!"

Hand-held rake.

Zhu Bajie glanced around and wherever he looked, no matter if they were civil or military officials, palace servants or guards, even the three immortals, refused to look him in the eye.

He was so majestic and domineering that even Sun Wukong behind him nodded secretly.

This idiot can still do something.

But I'm just a little too kind.

If it was Sun Wukong who took action, he would not have killed the black dog with one blow. It would definitely be a tracing spell, making it difficult for the people behind him to live or die.

but.

In order to go against the wishes of Buddhism, it is not excessive for Zhu Bajie to do so.

Seeing that no one came forward, Zhu Bajie didn't seem to want to pursue the matter any further.

Later.

Zhu Bajie ignored the frightened palace maid in front of him and the noble ladies who were gradually becoming noisy around him, and reached out to grab the tray containing Sha Monk's heart.

He even had the leisure to shout.

"You, Imperial Master, if you can't afford to fight, then don't bother. What kind of ability do you have to do something in secret?"

"Don't say it has nothing to do with you! You chose the place, and you decided to fight. If there's a mistake, it's not your fault. Who else can you blame? If you really can't stand it, come and compete with me with my rake!"

"If I say no to you, I will be cowardly and cowardly! Such covert tactics are truly despicable."

"What do you think of this battle, Lord?"

If the three immortals of Chechi Kingdom had not worshipped the Three Pure Ones.

If these three immortals were not accompanied by human luck, they would still be considered to have achieved some merits.

Moreover, Zhu Bajie also knew some things very well and did not want to be a pawn in the hands of certain people.

It is possible that Zhu Bajie, who was feeling angry at the moment, really didn't care about the fight and just killed all three immortals with his rake.

Really, he, Zhu Bajie, is easy to mess with!
"Your Majesty has ordered... This game is a draw!"

soon.

As the three palace people hurried down from the high seat, announcing the order of the Chechi Kingdom's ruler, Zhu Bajie turned around angrily and threw the heart on the tray towards the execution platform.

The heart, like a young swallow flying into the arms of a man, sank straight into Monk Sha's heart.

Sha Seng didn't even need to use any magical powers, his heart and abdomen opened and closed naturally, his skin grew flesh with every breath, and there was no trace left between his chest and abdomen.

Such a scene.

This actually made all the civil and military officials in the military training ground, and even Monk Tang, look surprised.

If you have this kind of ability, you won't have to worry about being injured by swords, guns, axes, etc. in the future.

Also provoked.

Zhu Bajie returned to Tang Monk and muttered to himself, "You have never seen the world. If I were to take over, I could confuse you with any magic trick. Why waste your time? It's because Junior Brother Sha is honest."

Trying to deceive some ordinary people's five senses.

No matter what magical power you can use, any small trick will be enough.

Fortunately, after a burst of noise.

The three Chechi Imperial Masters gathered together again for some unknown reason, whispering and discussing something. After a while, Yang Lixian, with a serious face, quickly stepped into the training ground and announced that he was going to start the third fight - the oil pan.

"This time, it's Old Pig's turn! Master, I'll be back soon."

"Pigsy..."

"Master, please be at ease! I want to see how capable this imperial master is. I want to see how well this dry and tough meat can withstand being fried in oil. I have to smell the aroma of the meat."

"Don't be ridiculous, Bajie. You can't enter that oil pan, Bajie..."

Tang Seng called out several times.

Zhu Bajie just responded casually twice, and didn't care what Tang Seng said to him. He had already strode into the training ground, waiting for the palace servants and soldiers to set up the pot and light the fire.

In fact, Sun Wukong didn't even have time to watch this fight.

It's really not pleasing to the eyes.

Forget about the oil pan, even if it was the Six Ding Divine Fire, with Zhu Bajie's now slowly recovering Taiyi Water Channel practice, he would probably be able to hold on for three days.

Such a fight is purely for the benefit of ordinary people.

"Wukong, go help Bajie."

"How can I help?"

Sun Wukong didn't know whether Tang Seng was sick or not.

Doesn't he know that any one of the big monsters he met along the way, with their magical powers, is a thousand times more powerful than thousands of pork chops fried in a frying pan?
Compared to breaking mountains and burning rivers and seas, frying in an oil pan is nothing!
"If not, the elder went to replace that idiot?"

"Amitabha! Don't talk nonsense, Wukong! How can a person enter that boiling oil pot..."

Sun Wukong was still thinking that if Tang Seng really dared to jump into the oil wok, he would give him a retribution immediately.

Not much more.

Just attract a few rays of real fire from the sun and burn him.

It's a pity that Tang Seng doesn't have the courage! He is just good at talking.

"Don't worry, Elder. Bajie is quite fat, so he should be thawed out to lose some weight."

"Don't be naughty, Wukong. If anything happens to Bajie, be careful and I will recite the Vinaya for you a thousand times. Go quickly and help him."

"Okay! You have the final say."

Still thinking about law!
You are still threatening me, Tang Seng, you really live too comfortably!

Wait for me to find an opportunity, abandon my real body and explode myself. Then, you, Monk Tang, and all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind you will have to eat dust.

Sun Wukong casually agreed and was about to step into the training ground.

When Zhu Bajie saw this, he felt a little strange, "Brother Monkey, what are you doing here? Do you want to take a hot bath too?"

"Go away, do you think I am you? I am covered in pig dirt and mud."

"It was Monk Tang who asked me to come here so that he could add more fuel to the fire for you, lest you fall asleep in the oil pan. How about the Sun's True Fire?"

Even though Sun Wukong hasn't practiced any special Sun Dao in the past few hundred years.

But with the divine blood of nine golden crows entering his body, even though 99% of it was "borrowed" by Donghuang Taiyi, some of the Great Sun inheritance was still left behind.

He really knows how to use the Big Sun True Fire, and he uses it very well.

Making a fire is something that can be done with ease.

"Brother Monkey, you want me to be burned to death. If you are angry, don't take it out on me. If that doesn't work, why don't you go to the South China Sea or Lingshan Mountain?"

"Even if we can't defeat him, destroying his mountain gate is good enough..."

"Get out! You pig-head, why don't you just go? It wasn't just me who suffered back then!"

They're all crazy ideas.

Breaking down the mountain gate is indeed a slap in the face of Buddhism. But what can be done?

Besides, both Lingshan and Putuo Mountain are guarded by various Buddhist prohibitions and large formations. If you want to break into their mountain gates, you don't know how many treasures and magical powers you will have to throw at them.

It's not worth it, not worth it at all.

So what if he really broke into the mountain gate? Those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas would not be bothered at all. Sun Wukong would never do such a dishonest thing. Moreover, there was no need for Zhu Bajie to remind him. Sun Wukong had already been planning when to give the Buddhist sect a good beating.

Let them plot against Lao Sun all the time!

"I would like to go, but I don't have the ability. Brother Monkey, I also know pain, numbness and itch! Brother Monkey, do you think those Buddhas are determined to get you into Lingshan? Aren't they afraid of the saint of Jiejiao? I don't know what they are thinking."

"Afraid of a hammer!"

Sun Wukong snorted and said in a voice transmission: "Don't forget, you idiot, more than one of the second generation disciples of the Chan Sect entered Buddhism."

Not to mention the orthodox teaching, the same is true for the unorthodox teaching.

The three thousand mortals are all disciples of Jiejiao!
Buddhism has completely provoked the Chan and Jie sects. It is not a loss at all that this calamity has fallen on Buddhism. They deserve it.

It is true that Buddhism was robbed, but Sun Wukong had no idea what would happen in the end.

For the sake of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, who dares to say that the Chan and Jie churches will not give up the cause and effect here, and will there be internal strife...

"That's true. Buddhism is also a big sect, and there are two saints in charge of it. Hey, Monkey, look at that oil pan... My goodness, it's actually an ice dragon..."

"This is too much."

Zhu Bajie originally thought that Yang Lixian was practicing the way of body cultivation, but now, looking at the little ice dragon swimming around in his boiling oil pan, he almost burst out laughing.

Just a frying pan, what’s the big deal?
What kind of practice are you doing? You even need an ice dragon to cool down the oil pan. This is really a disgrace to the Three Pure Ones.

Yang Lixian's practice, which seemed like it was in the real fairyland, was simply wasted.

Zhu Bajie looked at Yang Lixian, who was enjoying the frying pan, with contempt in his eyes.

But how would he know?

People like Yang Lixian are considered good.

Generally, disciples in the world who have not inherited the Taoist tradition would call a true immortal like Yang Lixian "immortal master" when they see him.

"What ice dragon? It's just an ice dragon at best."

"When the little loach saw the little white dragon, it wanted to call him ancestor, but it also wanted to see if the little white dragon was willing to do so."

Do you really think that any species of dragon can be called a dragon?

Yang Lixian wanted to subdue a real dragon to use as a backup, but he also needed that kind of ability.

There are some tricks to cooking in a frying pan, but that’s all you can do.

"Ice Chi is Ice Chi, it is also a dragon species."

Zhu Bajie snorted twice, then turned his eyes and said, "Brother Monkey, if I were to help him get the ice dragon out of the frying pan, wouldn't there be a delicious fried chicken in the frying pan in no time?"

"Is it still crispy? I think it's hard to make fried chicken, but fried lamb chops might be possible."

Seeing that Zhu Bajie was really eager to try, Sun Wukong couldn't help but glared at him, "You idiot, don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face. No matter what, they built the Sanqing Temple and worshiped the Sanqing saints. You spared them before. Do you think it's appropriate to bring trouble to them now?"

The Three Pure Ones naturally include the Great Pure One and the Upper Pure One.

One is even the ancestor of Zhu Bajie, and the other is the master of Sun Wukong. These three national masters, carrying the destiny of the whole country, burn incense and kowtow to the statues of the Three Pure Ones every day, calling themselves the ancestors of Taoism and their disciples.

Let the master send you orders and still devote yourself to expanding the Dao.

It's not easy to harm them...

Let’s be honest.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Three Tiger-Power Immortals are the disciples of Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie.

There is no such thing as a great master who brings harm to his own younger generation.

"It's inappropriate."

"Hehe, I was just saying that. Just because the three of them are so devoted to Taoism, I can't do anything bad to them. I'll just take a bath in the oil pan. At worst, I can let Tang Seng chant the spell afterwards."

After Zhu Bajie said this, he actually calmly jumped into another boiling oil pot.

Even after entering the frying pan, he stretched lazily.

Even though the grease in the boiling pot was frying my vulgar clothes and making sizzling sounds, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

This is true for both.

In a fight like this, it would naturally take a while to tell who would win.

Wait for a quarter of an hour.

Eighty to ninety percent of the pine wood in the two oil pans had been burned. The King of Chechi State, who could not wait any longer, sent another decree to the people of Ling Palace, saying that the situation should still be considered a draw.

The result is two draws and one win, so naturally Tang Seng won.

Soon.

Sure enough, there were palace maids delivering imperial decrees, saying that there was some holy monk from the East who had extraordinary powers, was a truly enlightened Buddhist, and had a compassionate heart and was committed to saving all living beings.

A holy monk has spoken, so all the monks in the city should be released...

They were allowed to return to their respective places, and their past mistakes were not investigated. A small amount of the monks' property in many temples was also returned.

A farce-like fight ended just like that.

"Amitabha! My Buddha is compassionate!"

"I am here to thank your majesty for his great grace..."

After the pilgrims left the parade ground, another palace servant followed them to the Tongwenguan and delivered the pass and the letter from the Tang Dynasty. However, there was no smile on Tang Monk's face at this moment.

Sun Wukong didn't bother to pay attention to anything.

Instead, Zhu Bajie sneaked up to Sun Wukong and said something about how he wanted to go with Sun Wukong to look for the three immortals at night.

"You idiot, why did you go to see those three demons for no reason at all? Why don't you get some good sleep at night?"

"Is it a draw, but you're still not convinced?"

"Brother Monkey, am I that kind of person?" Seeing the smile on Sun Wukong's face, Zhu Bajie snorted twice and said, "Brother Monkey, I am just thinking about what those three demons are talking about, the three immortals, their cultivation is really too shallow."

"I just want to pretend to be a master with Monkey Brother at night and teach them some skills."

"This way, we can keep Chechi Kingdom in good condition and expand our Dao sect. Isn't that great? In the future, when they encounter any evil spirits, they will always have a way to protect themselves and save their lives. Brother Monkey, what do you think?"

When did this idiot become so kind?

Aren't you the idiot who's trying to steal someone else's ice dragon in the frying pan?
And the one holding the rake, wanting to kill the three state masters with the rake, aren't you an idiot?

Sun Wukong looked left and right, which made Zhu Bajie a little annoyed. Then he nodded reluctantly in approval.

"Silly boy, you have grown up. You know better than to worry about the gains and losses of a moment or a place."

"Go away, what are you talking about, Monkey? To be honest, as long as I live, I can be Monkey's great-grandfather... Monkey, let go, it hurts! It's going to fall off..."

Whose grandpa?

If you dare to say such an advantageous word in front of Sun Wukong, it would be strange if Sun Wukong didn't pinch this pig's fat ears and twist them a few times.

Wait until night. When the night is still.

As expected, Zhu Bajie found his way to Sun Wukong's bed.

Seeing that Sun Wukong had opened his eyes without him calling him, he immediately signaled with his eyes, and then one after another, he disappeared from Tongwenguan.

Not long.

The two of them arrived at the Sanqing Temple one after another, and saw that in the middle of the night, the three immortals were in the main hall of the temple, with a group of Taoist disciples, burning incense and offering sacrifices, and worshiping the statues of the Three Pure Ones. (End of this chapter)