"Whoops!"
The spear-like golden hoop pierced the Yellow Eyebrow King's abdomen, and then raised him high!
Cheng Long, holding a stick in one hand, looked at Huang Mei, who looked like mutton skewers, and sneered: "Old Huang Mei, if you only have this ability, then you are not far from death."
"Hmph, it's not that easy to kill me!"
Huang Mei endured the pain and shouted angrily, a little light burst out from his hand, and slapped the golden cudgel violently, making the golden cudgel tremble.
However, the thunder was loud and the raindrops were small, and the golden cudgel was not damaged. However, Huang Mei, who was pierced, took the opportunity to break free.
Huang Mei, who had escaped, knew that he was no match. His heart sank, and he turned over his hand and offered up a magic weapon, which was a golden cymbal.
The treasure in his hand was thrown upward, and the golden cymbal rose in the wind, as if it was blocking the sky and the sun, and it directly covered Cheng Long below!
Looking at the covered golden cymbal, Cheng Long's face changed slightly. He wanted to dodge, but there was no room for dodge. He could only raise the golden hoop in his hand and push it towards the golden cymbal.
As the mind moves at will, the golden hoop extends in both directions, obviously wanting to use the golden hoop to hold it up.
However, when the golden cymbal pressed down, it did not stop at all. The two parts that were pressed continued to extend upward like plasticine.
Bang!
The next moment, the two halves of the golden cymbal suddenly came together, trapping Cheng Long inside. It looked like a flying saucer with two tentacles, which was quite weird.
"The quality of this gold cymbal is really good, and it can be extended infinitely..."
Among the golden cymbals, Cheng Long took the initiative to withdraw his golden cudgel and put on a helpless posture. Huang Mei grinned when he saw that the golden cymbal returned to its original state.
What can the Monkey King do? If he encounters the treasure of Maitreya Buddha, he will still be trapped in it.
Cheng Long, who took the initiative to enter the game, didn't care about Huang Mei's thoughts. He put away the golden cudgel and crossed his legs in the center, non-stop using the Devouring Law to absorb the innate origin of the golden cymbal.
Ever since he swallowed the yin and yang two cylinders of the golden-winged roc five hundred years ago, he has discovered the original substances contained in the innate spiritual treasures, which have magical effects on strengthening the physical body.
He could give Maitreya Buddha face and not kill Huang Mei, but Huang Mei trapped himself with spiritual treasures, so don't blame him for turning into a glutton and devouring the innate origin in the golden cymbal.
The training resources that are delivered to your door cannot be wasted.
……
Just when Cheng Long pretended to be defeated and Huang Mei took him into the golden cymbal, Bajie and Sha Seng also used their full strength for the first time to kill all the monsters in the hall, and they were both dead and alive.
When Huang Mei put away the golden cymbals and returned to the palace happily, the cannon fodder that he had recruited forcefully a few days ago either turned into broken limbs and lay on the ground, or fled away.
"Yellow-browed child, why is it you? Brother Sun?"
When Zhu Bajie saw Huang Mei returning to the hall triumphantly, his heart suddenly tightened. Brother Sun wouldn't have been accidentally killed, right?
If this is true, wouldn't their master and disciples soon follow in their footsteps?
"Your brother Sun?"
Huang Mei opened his palms, showed the golden cymbals, and said with a smile: "Well, isn't it in here?"
"Monster!"
Bajie shouted loudly, raised the nine-tooth rake in his hand, and headed towards the Yellow Eyebrow Ancestor.
Sha Wujing on the side was not idle either. He also raised the demon-suppressing treasure staff in his hand and shoved it towards the Yellow Eyebrow Ancestor.
However, facing the attack of the two men, Huang Mei didn't show the slightest panic on his face. He just untied an old white cloth bag from his waist and threw it up like lightning.
Wow!
The mouth of the bag faced Tang Monk and the three of them, and a terrifying suction force emerged.
Tang Seng and his disciples had no ability to resist at all. They felt like the world was spinning, and they were sucked into the human race bag.
It was extremely dark inside the humanoid bag. Even if Bajie and Sha Seng were standing next to Tang Seng, they could only barely make out some outlines, and could not see their true appearance at all.
"Master, we are in big trouble now!"
Knowing that someone had used a magic weapon to hide him, Bajie stamped his feet anxiously. The main reason was that Cheng Long had been collected by the yellow-browed child with a gold cymbal before.
Now, the three masters and apprentices have also been taken away, and there is only one white horse left outside.
If the Yellow Eyebrow King really wants to harm them, then even if the white horse is transformed by the Third Prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea, he will not be able to escape from this small Leiyin Temple.
"Master, now we have all been caught by this unparalleled monster. We have to find a way to save ourselves! Brother Sun must be unreliable." Sha Wujing next to him also spoke, with a hint of anxiety in his words. .
Without Cheng Long by their side, they really had no confidence at all.
"I hope everything goes well with Brother Sun!"
Hearing the depressing words of his two disciples, Tang Monk sighed in his heart and could only place his hope on Cheng Long.
Then, he sat cross-legged in the human race bag regardless of the situation and recited the Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra.
Seeing the old master's presence, as if he didn't care about life or death at all, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng also felt relieved.
……
One day later.
In Xiaoleiyin Temple, Huang Mei crossed her legs, enjoying the service of the little demon, feeling particularly happy.
As soon as he took action, he captured all the main forces of the Buddhist scripture collection team. The great masters of the three realms were watching Monk Tang's journey to the west. This matter was a big loss of face, right?
When you go back, Maitreya Buddha will definitely reward yourself!
"Crack!"
Huang Mei was in a good mood. He grabbed an unknown fruit and brought it to his mouth to take a bite.
The juice is sweet and leaves a fragrance on your lips and teeth.
Although it is an ordinary spiritual fruit, it has a unique taste.
"Now everyone has been captured by me, and the escaped third prince Ao Lie of Xihai was also injured by me. I think he will run for help soon. By then, with the help of the master's golden cymbals and human race bag, he will be able to surrender easily... ”
"And my name as Huangmei will be resounding throughout the three realms!"
"Hey hey hey..."
He took another big bite of the spirit fruit, and the corners of his yellow eyebrows and mouth almost split.
Little did they know that Ao Lie, who had escaped from Xiaoxitian at this time, was hiding in an unknown mountain col, eating a lot of food and showing no signs of running for help.
Before Ao Lie could escape down the mountain, Cheng Long's voice rang in his ears, telling him to find a place to rest for a month first and not to move reinforcements.
Ao Lie was convinced of Cheng Long, the main force in Journey to the West. Although he didn't know what Brother Sun was up to, he could tell from the fact that the other party was taken away by the magic weapon and could still send a message to him that Brother Sun was not real. Trapped.
With Brother Sun watching Tang Seng, Ao Lie naturally didn't have to worry.
This led to Huang Mei enjoying the service of the little monsters in Xiaoleiyin Temple, and Ao Lie also enjoying rare leisure time in a deserted place, being ridden by Tang Monk for several years. If Ao Lie had no resentment in his heart, then It's definitely a lie.
Now is the time to relax and adjust your mood...
No one came for three or two days, and Huang Mei was not in a hurry. It would take three to five days for the injured little white dragon to recover from his injuries, not to mention having to fly out to bring in reinforcements.
After seven or eight days, no one came, and Huang Mei felt slightly worried.
He didn't do much to kill him. If he just practiced for three to five days, he would definitely be able to recover as before. So why didn't Xiao Bailong go and bring in reinforcements?
After waiting for another three or five days, Huang Mei was dumbfounded. As long as you participate in the Journey to the West catastrophe, you can reap merits. Logically speaking, if you seek an accurate answer, how can there be no movement for more than ten days?
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Soon, half a month passed. Everything was as usual in Xiaoleiyin Temple, very calm. Sun Wukong was captured without making any fuss at all, and stayed quietly in the golden cypress.
Master Tang Seng and his disciples were also staying in the human race bags.
But the little white dragon who fled down the mountain seemed to have no intention of coming back to save anyone.
The more Huang Mei thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
If Xiao Bailong really doesn't care, what will happen to him? We can't really hold Sun Wukong and Tang Seng in prison for the rest of their lives, right?
Not closed?
People were caught by themselves, how could they be allowed to escape secretly?
If we really do this, wouldn’t it make Journey to the West a laughing stock in the Three Realms? It's not like children playing house.
……
"You evil boy! This Buddha asked you to come down to earth and create a disaster! It would be better for you to destroy them all!"
"Journey to the West has stalled because of this? How do you want me to explain it to the entire Buddhist sect?"
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"I, I will beat you to death, you little beast!"
The usually smiling Maitreya Buddha put away his smile at this moment, raised a palm with a ferocious expression, and a giant palm that covered the sky and the moon evolved into the void, and slapped him hard. .
The overwhelming evil aura scared Huang Mei to wake up suddenly.
"Master, no!"
"I was wrong, I really knew I was wrong!"
Huang Mei suddenly jumped up from the throne and began to kneel down to beg for mercy.
It wasn't until he calmed down and looked up at the familiar little Leiyin Temple that he realized that he had just had a dream.
"Huh..."
Huang Mei breathed a long sigh of relief.
Although it was just a dream, the angry Maitreya Buddha in the dream was a real person,
It's been half a month and I really can't delay it any longer.
Tang Monk, Sun Wukong and others must find a way to send them out, and they must not let the Journey to the West progress bar get stuck in their own little Western Heaven.
Otherwise, I will really kill myself!
"Your Majesty, what's wrong? What happened?"
The noise Huang Mei made in the cave attracted several banshees, who ran to him to inquire about his welfare.
"Are there any successful demon kings nearby?"
Huang Mei asked.
Since Xiao Bailong can't be relied on, he has to find a way to send Tang Seng and his party away.
We really can't put it off any longer.
"No, the more powerful demon kings within a radius of five to six hundred miles have been recruited by you before. Those who escaped some time ago have already disappeared."
The little banshee who was responsible for warming Huangmei's bed and folding the quilt said cautiously.
Several other banshees also nodded in agreement.
"Okay, it has nothing to do with you here, just go down!"
Huang Mei frowned, thinking secretly in his heart. In a daze, Huang Mei fell asleep again.
At this moment, the brilliance flowing from the surface of the golden cymbal placed aside began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just one stick of incense, the shining golden cymbals turned from golden to dull gray-black, completely losing the aura that a spiritual treasure should have.
……
"Who is it?"
"What a courage!"
"How dare you damage this Buddha's spiritual treasure?"
In Fenjingshan, Maitreya Buddha, who was used to smiling and laughing, felt that his middle-grade innate spiritual treasure, the golden cymbal, had been damaged. His face became angry and ferocious, and his eyes were filled with fierce light.
A frightening aura surged out from the Self-immolation Jingshan Mountain and swept half of Xiniu Hezhou in an instant.
"What happened to Maitreya Buddha?"
Yuanzi of Wanshoushan Town, who also lives in Hezhou, Xiniu, sensed the angry aura of Maitreya Buddha and was a little shocked. Maitreya of Buddhism is a typical good old man who always smiles at everyone.
Why do you look like a green lion today?
"Haha, Maitreya's spiritual treasure and golden cymbal was actually swallowed by Wukong. It's interesting!"
In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor, who had nothing to do, took out the Kunlun Mirror, which could reflect the three realms, and found that the gold cymbals beside Huang Mei had lost the aura of the innate spiritual treasure and turned into a pair of dull ordinary gold cymbals. He immediately laughed. grinning from ear to ear.
Except for Tathagata and Guanyin, all the quasi-sage powers of Buddhism are poor. The middle-grade innate spiritual treasure is already the best treasure in Maitreya's hands.
That human seed bag is just a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.
Without the golden cymbal, Maitreya Buddha's strength dropped by at least 20%.
The magic weapon in the world of Journey to the West has never been as simple as a weapon, but the key to determining victory or defeat. In the original drama, the Golden and Silver Boy, the One-Horned King, and Huang Mei all relied on magic weapons to carry out their evil deeds.
Without a magic weapon, he is like a tiger without its claws and fangs, only capable of being slaughtered.
"This Wukong has caused trouble for me again!"
In the South China Sea, Avalokitesvara, who was practicing in the Purple Bamboo Forest, suddenly had a sudden impulse and calculated with his fingers. He learned that Maitreya Buddha's golden cymbal had been destroyed by Cheng Long, and he immediately became furious.
Maitreya Buddha is not a small character, but the future Buddha among the three Buddhas of Buddhism. When the Tathagata dies, he will take over the position of Buddha.
Although the probability of this is extremely low, it is still better than the Buddha Ran Deng Ancient Buddha in the past.
After all, time only moves forward and does not push back. The Buddhas of the past will always be the Buddhas of the past. It is impossible to be put on the stage and be the Buddha worshiped by thousands of Buddhas.
Maitreya can be led by the two saints, Zhunti, and designated as the future leader of Buddhism. His strength is naturally good, and his cultivation in the later stages of the quasi-sage is a small level higher than Guanyin, Manjusri, and Bodhisattva.
Cheng Long offended Maitreya Buddha, Guanyin naturally felt worried about him.
Fortunately, Maitreya knew well and did not go to Xiaoleiyin Temple to find trouble. Otherwise, Guanyin would not know how to stop the angry future Buddha.
Just when the great power of the three realms was amazed, after absorbing all the innate origins of a middle-grade innate spiritual treasure, Cheng Long escaped from the trap and stepped on the golden cymbal that transformed into an ordinary grade. At the same time, he took out the golden hoop and aimed it at Huang. Eyebrows are like a stick.
Huang Mei, who was still sleeping, was beaten half to death by him on the spot, his head tilted and he fell asleep.
This made Guanyin completely relieved. Otherwise, Maitreya's golden cymbal would be destroyed, and then Huang Mei would be beaten to death with a stick. Even if Maitreya was concerned about the overall situation, he might not be able to help but rush to Xiaoxitian and attack Cheng Long personally.
Although there is no point in coming, it is even possible to accompany yourself in.
But in the Three Realms, besides Sanqing Nuwa, who else knows that Cheng Long’s clone, Sun Wukong, is a powerful person in the perfection state of Hunyuan Golden Immortal!
With such a level of cultivation, even the Tathagata and Zhen Yuanzi were able to treat important people with courtesy.
Under the saint, no one can defeat him. (End of chapter)