"Disciple, take it with you. Then the master will teach you how to relieve it. It's best not to use it on weekdays." The kind voice of Patriarch Bodhi came into Sun Wukong's mind.
Sun Wukong loosened his clenched hands and then closed them. He responded helplessly: "Okay!"
He took the tightening curse from Tang Sanzang's hand and put it on his head with Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression of disbelief on his face.
Guanyin Bodhisattva hurriedly recited the tightening mantra passed down to him by Tathagata Buddha. Sun Wukong felt a splitting headache and lay on the ground rolling around.
When Guanyin Bodhisattva saw that the Tightening Curse had not failed, he transmitted the Tightening Curse to Tang Sanzang using a secret method.
On the way back to Lingshan, Guanyin Bodhisattva still couldn't figure out why Sun Wukong wore a tightening curse?
Until I returned to my own Nanhai, I was still thinking about this issue.
After Guanyin Bodhisattva left, Tang Sanzang hurriedly untied the tightening spell. Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Sun Wukong's face and he was panting.
"Master, thank you!"
At this time, Tang Sanzang's thoughts had gradually been led astray by his previous words. Seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva, whom Buddhism has always worshiped, using such cruel methods to control Sun Wukong's faith, a big crack opened in his heart.
"Wukong, since you don't want to, why do you still bring it with you?" Tang Sanzang asked curiously.
"There are things you don't have to do just because you don't want to do them. This is inevitable." Sun Wukong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a trembling voice.
Tang Sanzang somewhat understood something, but he seemed to have understood nothing at all.
Sun Wukong shook his head noncommittally and asked Tang Sanzang, "Where are we going next?"
Tang Sanzang recalled the route given to him by the Tang Dynasty King, and said with bright eyes: "Gao Laozhuang!"
Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang slowly arrived at Gaolaozhuang.
At this time, Gaolaozhuang was full of joy. The whole village was filled with joy, and the strong young man transformed by Marshal Tianpeng was also happy.
Because today he is getting a wife, and from now on he will no longer be alone in this village.
Liu Qiao looked at the once high-spirited Marshal Tianpeng with lonely eyes, knowing that the next step would be the time when he and Sun Wukong would have a grudge.
The two of them staged a farce of Zhu Bajie carrying his wife on his back, and even the angry Marshal Tianpeng almost started a fight with Sun Wukong.
When Gao Laozhuang saw Marshal Tianpeng showing his true form, they were all frightened and fainted. All they saw was Marshal Tianpeng's pig face and tusks, he was clearly the reincarnation of the pig spirit.
Just like this, the slowly arriving Guanyin Bodhisattva and the familiar Zhu Bajie, scenes from the Journey to the West, were played out in front of Liu Qiao's eyes, and even the meanings of the expressions were exactly the same.
Zhu Bajie was still so reluctant, and Tang Monk was still nagging, so he named Zhu Bajie Bajie and asked him to quit everything in the world.
The three reluctant masters and apprentices slowly walked on the road and arrived at the Liusha River.
It is worth mentioning that after this original Heavenly Curtain General descended to earth, the nine people he killed were all the reincarnations of Tang Monk.
Liu Qiao looked confused. He wondered what Tang Sanzang would think when he saw that the nine skeletons on Sha Monk's neck were his. He probably wouldn't be able to make the journey to the West.
Tang Sanzang, the only good old man, also wants to go on a killing spree. Any grudge or grudge is worth killing every time you reincarnate. What's even more outrageous is that I still want to forgive you and accept you as my disciple?
Following Guanyin Bodhisattva's instructions, Tang Sanzang shaved the head of General Shulian and changed his name to Monk Sha. This time Guanyin Bodhisattva also brought a lot of documents and customs clearance documents, and directly told Tang Sanzang that every country he visited must be stamped in person.
Leave your name.
After the count of ninety-nine, the journey to the West is completed, and only then can one go to the West to obtain the true scriptures.
Only then did Tang Sanzang understand what his purpose was, and he slowly continued walking forward with his three disciples.
After Liu Qiao saw this, he stared at the four people. After watching Chang Long go to sea and transform into a white dragon horse, he felt relieved.
In this way, Chang Long's merits are almost certain.
But Sun Wukong's fiery eyes clearly saw that this docile white dragon horse was as good as him in cultivation. If it weren't for the pure energy that filled his body, Sun Wukong would have beaten this little white dragon to death at any cost.
Liu Qiao let out a sigh of relief, almost revealing the secret he had buried.
Liu Qiao watched Tang Sanzang's master and his disciples overcome thorns and thorns all the way, pass five passes and kill six generals, and experience countless demons and monsters along the way.
These beauties and fairies were all seen through by Sun Wukong's piercing eyes. Under Sun Wukong's secret instructions, Tang Sanzang, who had already lost his mind to which Java country he had strayed to, just performed the "deep love between master and disciple".
The more he saw along the way, the more frightened Tang Sanzang felt. Those big man-eating monsters all had profound backgrounds and origins.
And every move made by Buddhism was seen by him. It is true that as his eldest disciple Sun Wukong said, a group of hypocritical villains hide in the place where evil and evil people hide evil.
In the Lingshan Mountain, the Tathagata Buddha, who is so high above, has no idea that his disciples have arranged him into a mess.
He is still sitting high on the Buddhist altar, under the Buddha's light, with a solemn expression, compassion and kindness. The entire Lingshan Mountain is still a place of pilgrimage to the Buddhist country at the foot of the mountain, and the dream of countless believers.
Liu Qiao glanced at it and saw that nothing unexpected happened. He closed the cave directly and went into seclusion in a daze.
The immortal Qi in Zi Mansion has been flowing slowly for a long time, and Liu Qiao's long-term hard work has finally gathered a deep foundation.
The immortal energy of 129,600 years gathered together, Liu Qiao's Lingtai became clear and clear, and his mind and nature were clear.
Falling into a mysterious and mysterious state, the soul has already unknowingly emerged from the body and is swimming proudly in the avenue.
He has been practicing for countless years, and Liu Qiao still didn't wake up until Sun Wukong encountered big trouble.
The Jade Emperor looked at the gathering spiritual power and immortal energy in the distance, and a smile appeared on his lips. As a good prime minister, he had finally reached this point.
The sound of bagpipes came from the distance, and the sorrowful sound made people cry. Our Lady of Yaochi, who was the most beautiful lady in the country, felt heartbroken when she saw the crying pear blossoms bringing rain to the people.
"Long Ji, you and he are not the same person after all. Let it go!"
Princess Longji cried so hard that her voice sounded like weeping.
"But I still like him so much, I don't want to give in."
Yaochi gently stroked Princess Longji's green hair and whispered softly: "Even if you become a true immortal, you are no longer the same as him."
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"The so-called true immortal lives as long as heaven and earth, and the end of the world is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. He already hopes to become a leader-level figure. You and he will not be able to get together after a long time."
"Liu Qiao is now with the great road, taking care of thousands of universes. Do you want him to see you look old?" Yaochi hasn't spoken to someone like this for a long time.
"I do not want."
"Have a good sleep, Long Ji!" Yaochi hugged Long Ji, who was tired from crying, and comforted him softly.