"How dare you get sick and harm my junior brother!"
"That's the one who has the ability to come out and talk to my old pig's rake!"
Holding the rake.
Zhu Bajie glanced around. Wherever he looked, no matter the civil servants, nobles, nobles, palace guards, or even the three immortals, they refused to look at him.
It was so majestic and domineering that Sun Wukong behind him nodded secretly.
This idiot can still do something.
It’s just that I’m kind-hearted.
If Sun Wukong had taken action, he would have killed the black dog with a stick. It is definitely a retroactive spell that will make it difficult for those who follow it to live or die.
However.
In order to disobey Buddhism, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhu Bajie did this.
Seeing no one came forward, Zhu Bajie didn't seem to want to pursue further.
Later.
Zhu Bajie ignored the frightened palace people in front of him and the noble nobles who were gradually noisy around him, and reached out to grab the tray containing Monk Sha's heart.
Xianxin even hissed.
"Wuna Imperial Master, if you can't afford to compete, don't compete. What kind of skill is it to do such a secret thing!"
"Don't say it has nothing to do with you! You chose the place, you decided the fight, and it's not you who made the mistake. Who else are you going to look for? If you really can't see it, come and fight with the old pig. Let’s compete!”
“If I say no to you, it’s because I have no courage! It’s really disgusting to use such secret methods.”
"What do you say, Lord, in this round of competition?"
If it weren't for the three immortals of Chechi Kingdom, it was Sanqing.
If these three immortals were not accompanied by human beings and luck, they would still be considered to have meritorious deeds.
Moreover, Zhu Bajie also knew something well and didn't want to be a pawn in the hands of someone.
It is impossible to say that Zhu Bajie, who is angry at the moment, really doesn't care about any competition, he just wants to kill all three immortals with one nail and a rake.
Really, Zhu Bajie is easy to mess with!
"Your Majesty has a decree...this game is a draw!"
Soon.
As the people from the Three Palaces quickly walked down from the high seat, the decree of the Lord of Chechi Kingdom came out. Zhu Bajie turned his head angrily and threw the heart in the tray towards the execution platform.
The heart, like a baby swallow throwing itself into his arms, sank into the heart of the monk.
No need for Sha Monk to use any magical powers, his heart and soul came together naturally, the skin grew fleshy between the breaths, and no trace was left between the chest and abdomen.
Such a scene.
It made all the civil and military officials in the school, even Tang Seng, look surprised.
If you have such ability, wouldn't it mean that you will no longer have to worry about injuries such as swords, guns, axes and axes in the future?
Also provoked.
Zhu Bajie, who turned back to Tang Monk, muttered a few words in a low voice, "This is something I have never seen in the world. If it were Old Zhu, I would be able to confuse you all with any illusion or illusion." Are you still using this skill? That is, Junior Brother Sha Shicheng. "
I want to deceive some ordinary senses and senses.
What magical powers and techniques can be used, any small method is enough.
Fortunately, after a while of noise.
The three Imperial Masters Chechi also got together again for some unknown reason, and muttered and discussed something. After a while, a serious-looking Yang Lixian quickly entered the school grounds and announced that he was going to start the third competition - getting into the frying pan.
“In this case, it’s the old pig! Master, the old pig will come back as soon as he leaves.”
“Bajie…”
“Master, please be patient! The old pig is here Let’s see how capable this national master can be. He can resist deep-fried meat. You must smell the meat.”
"Bajie, don't be joking. How can you enter that oil pan? Bajie..."
Tang Monk called several times.
Zhu Bajie just responded casually, not caring what Tang Seng said about him. He had already entered the school grounds, waiting for the palace servants and soldiers to set up pots and light a fire.
In fact, Sun Wukong didn’t even bother to watch this fight.
It’s really unattractive.
Not to mention the oil pan, even if it is replaced by Liuding Shenhuo, with Zhu Bajie's now slowly recovering Taiyi Waterway practice, I am afraid it can be carried steadily for three days.
Such a competition is purely for the sake of showing off to ordinary people.
"Wukong, go and help Bajie."
"How to help?"
Sun Wukong doesn't even know if Tang Monk is sick.
Doesn't he know that any of the big monsters he encountered along the way, if taken out with a magical power, would be a thousand times more powerful than hundreds of fried pork chops?
Compared to breaking mountains and burning rivers and seas, frying oil pans is nothing!
"If not, the elder went to replace that idiot?"
"Amitabha! Wukong, don't talk nonsense! How can a person get into that boiling pot of oil..."
Sun Wukong still thought that if Tang Monk really dared to get into the frying pan, he would be given retribution as soon as possible.
No more.
Just attract a few rays of real sun fire, and it will burn him alive.
It’s a pity that Tang Seng didn’t have the courage! He is also very sharp-tongued.
"Don't worry, elder, Bajie is so fat that he should be fried raw to lose weight."
"Don't be naughty, Wukong, if Bajie has ten thousand 1. Be careful, the poor monk has recited the law for you a thousand times. Go quickly and help him.”
"Sure! You have the final say."
Read the law again!
You even threatened Lao Sun, Monk Tang, you are so comfortable living!
Waiting for Lao Sun to find an opportunity to give up his true and false bodies and blow himself up. Then you, Monk Tang, and all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind him will eat dust.
Sun Wukong agreed casually and almost entered the school grounds.
When Zhu Bajie saw him, he felt a little strange, "Brother Monkey, what are you doing here? Do you want to take a hot bath too?"
"Go, go, go, you think Lao Sun is you. Pig dirt and mud."
"It was Monk Tang who asked Lao Sun to come over so that he could add some fire to you so that you wouldn't fall asleep in the oil pan. "
Despite the fact that in the past few hundred years, Sun Wukong has never practiced the Way of the Great Sun.
But with the divine blood of the nine Golden Crows entering the body, even if 99% of it was "borrowed" by Donghuang Taiyi, some of the Great Sun inheritance was still left behind.
He really knows how to use it, and it's really good at using it.
The matter of making a fire is not easy.
"Brother Monkey, you want the old pig to be burned to death. If you are angry, don't take it out on the old pig. If it doesn't work, you might as well go to Nanhai or Lingshan for a walk."< br>
“Even if I can’t defeat him, I’ll just break his mountain gate...”
“Get out! You pig head, why can’t you get rid of it? Old Sun was not the only one who suffered in the first place!”
They are all naughty ideas.
Breaking the mountain gate or something is really a slap in the face of Buddhism. But so what?
Furthermore, Lingshan Mountain and Putuo Mountain are not guarded by various Buddhist sanctuaries and large formations. If you want to break through the mountain gate, you don’t know how many treasures and magical powers you have to throw out.
Not cost-effective, not cost-effective at all. Again.
So what if the mountain gate is really broken, those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are not indifferent to it, and Sun Wukong will not do such dishonest and cheap things. Moreover, there was no need for Zhu Bajie to remind him that Sun Wukong had already been thinking about when he would give Buddhism a powerful blow.
Let them plot against Lao Sun all the time!
"Old Zhu wants to go, but he doesn't have the ability. Brother Monkey, Old Pig also knows pain and itching! Brother Monkey, do you think those Buddhas are determined and want you to After entering Lingshan’s sect, they are not afraid of the saint. I don’t know what they think.”
“Afraid of a hammer!”
Sun Wukong snorted and said again. Yin said: "You idiot, don't forget that more than one of the second generation disciples of Chanjiao has entered Buddhism."
Not to mention Chan Jiao, Jie Jiao is not like this.
Three thousand visitors from the mortal world are all disciples of Jie Jiao!
Buddhism has completely offended the two sects of Interpretation and Interpretation. This calamity fell into Buddhism, which is really not a loss at all. They deserved it.
It’s true that it just robbed Buddhism, but what will happen in the end, Sun Wukong can’t imagine.
For Hongmeng Ziqi, who dares to say that the Second Church of Interpretation will not give up the cause and effect here, and whether there will be internal strife...
"That's true. Buddhism is also a big sect, and there are two saints sitting in the sect. Hey, Brother Monkey, look at that oil pan... Good guy, it turns out to be an ice dragon..."
"This is too What's that?"
Zhu Bajie originally thought that Yang Lixian was a way to practice physical training, but now he looked at the little ice dragons swimming around in his boiling oil pot. I almost laughed.
A frying pan, what about it?
What kind of method do you practice? You still need an ice dragon to cool down the oil pan. It is really embarrassing to the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty.
Yang Lixian's cultivation seemed to be in a real fairyland, but it was just like feeding a dog.
Zhu Bajie looked at Yang Lixian, who looked like he was enjoying himself in the oil pan, with a look of disdain in his eyes.
But how could he know.
Yang Lixian is considered good.
Generally speaking, worldly disciples who have not received the inheritance of Taoism will call out "immortal master" almost when they see a true immortal like Yang Lixian.
"What an ice dragon is, it's just an ice dragon at best."
"When the little loach saw the little white dragon, he wanted to call him his ancestor, but also wanted to see if the little white dragon was willing."
Can any kind of dragon really be called a dragon?
Yang Lixian wants to subdue a real dragon to do some tricks, and he must have such skills.
He even does some tricks when he gets out of the frying pan, that’s all.
"Ice Chi is just Ice Chi, not a dragon species."
Zhu Bajie snorted twice, rolled his eyes and said again: "Brother Monkey, tell me, if Old Zhu is kind enough to help him, put the food in the oil pan Once the Bing Chi is taken out, will there be a fragrant and popular fried chicken in the pan instantly? "
"Is it still crunchy? "Old Sun, it's hard to make fried chicken," he said. Fried lamb chops, maybe."
Seeing Zhu Bajie really eager to try, Sun Wukong couldn't help but rolled his eyes and glared at him, "You idiot, the so-called "don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face" anyway. They are Sanqing Temple, and they are worshiped by Sanqing Saints. You spared them before. Do you think it is appropriate to cause trouble now?” These two saints of the Shangqing Dynasty.
Even one is the ancestor of Zhu Bajie and the other is the master of Sun Wukong. The three national masters, carrying the country's human destiny, burn incense and kowtow under the statue of Sanqing every day. They call themselves ancestors and disciples, and consider themselves their disciples and descendants.
Allow the orders of the Patriarch, but still focus on expanding the Taoism.
Harming them is hard to say even if it is easy to do...
Let’s talk about the truth.
It is not an exaggeration to say that these three tiger immortals are the disciples and grandsons of Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie.
There is no such thing as an ancestor who would bring trouble to the younger members of his own family.
“It’s not appropriate.”
“Hmph, Old Zhu just said that casually. Just because the three of them are so broad in Taoism and are dedicated to the Tao, Old Zhu can’t do anything evil, right? . Forget it, the old pig just goes to take a bath in the oil pan. No matter what, let Tang Monk recite the curse afterwards."
After that, Zhu Bajie really jumped into another boiling pot. in the oil pan.
Even after entering the oil pan, he stretched lazily.
Even though the fat in the boiling pot made the clothes "sizzling and rattling", I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of discomfort.
Both are the same.
With such a competition, naturally there is no winner or loser for a while.
Wait for one hour and three quarters.
Eighty or ninety percent of the pine firewood under the two oil pans was burned. The somewhat impatient Lord Che Chi made another decree from the Ling Palace people, saying that the game would still be a draw.
With two draws and one win, Tang Seng naturally won.
Not long.
Sure enough, someone from the palace passed a message, saying that the holy monk from the East had great supernatural powers, that he had the true enlightenment of Buddhism, and that he had the intention to save all living beings with a compassionate heart.
A holy monk said, it is time to let all the monks in the city go...
Let them go back to their respective places, and no longer look back on their past mistakes. Less than half of the monks’ properties in many temples were released.
A farce-like fight ended like this.
"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful!"
"The poor monk is here, thanking Your Majesty for your great kindness..."
When the Buddhist monks left the school grounds, there was another palace. They followed him to the Tongwen Hall and delivered the customs clearance document and the Tang Dynasty credential. At this moment, Tang Monk could not see any smile on his face.
Sun Wukong didn’t bother to care.
However, Zhu Bajie secretly found Sun Wukong and said that at night, he wanted to go with Sun Wukong to find the three immortals.
"Why are you going to see those three demons for no reason, you idiot, if you don't get a good night's sleep?"
"Is it a draw, and you're still not convinced?"< br>
"Brother Monkey, is Old Zhu that kind of person?" Seeing the smile on Sun Wukong's face, Zhu Bajie hummed twice and said: "Brother Monkey, isn't Old Zhu thinking, those three The demon said that the three immortals are really weak in cultivation."
"I just want to pretend to be a master with Brother Monkey at night and teach them some techniques."
"In this way, it will not only keep the weather smooth for Chu Chi, but also broaden our Taoist door. Wouldn't it be great. In the future, when they encounter any evil spirits, they will always have a way to protect themselves and their lives. Brother Monkey, you Say it. "
When did this idiot have such good intentions?
The one in the oil pan who wants to steal the ice chili, isn't it you, the idiot?
There are those who hold a rake and want to kill the three national masters with a rake. Are you not a fool like you?
Sun Wukong glanced left and right, which made Zhu Bajie a little annoyed, and then he reluctantly nodded in approval.
"Idiot, you have grown up. You know it and don't care about the gains and losses of one moment and one place."
"Go, what did Brother Monkey say? Seriously, Old Pig Lives Years later, I can be the grandfather of Brother Monkey...Brother Monkey, let go, it hurts! I'm going to fall..."
Whose grandfather should I be? !
If you dare to say this in front of Sun Wukong to take advantage, it would be strange if Sun Wukong didn't pinch the pig's fat ears and twist them twice.
Wait until night. In the dead of night.
As expected, Zhu Bajie touched Sun Wukong's bed.
Seeing that Sun Wukong had opened his eyes without him calling him, he immediately signaled his eyes, and disappeared one after another out of Tongwen Hall.
Not long.
The two of them landed in Sanqing Temple one after another, and unexpectedly saw that this late at night, the Three Immortals were in the main hall of the temple, leading a group of Taoist disciples to burn incense and worship the statue of Sanqing God. (End of this chapter)