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Chapter 912 Wukong steps back and lets his master come!

There is no doubt that Sun Wukong chose the former, and then he would become the victorious Buddha.

As for where the word "win" came from, it's very simple. If you don't lose, you win!
Recalling the scenes on the westward journey, Sun Wukong looked unbearable.

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But it is said that Tang Monk split the Wuzhi Mountain with one palm and rescued the Monkey King, the Monkey King, who was suppressed at the foot of the mountain.

From then on, Sun Wukong was convinced and followed this Tang sage whose painting style was unusual to go to the West to worship Buddha and learn scriptures.

Well, I pray to Buddha and seek scriptures...

Although the master said so, Sun Wukong looked at the way he spoke and always felt that this guy wanted to reach the west, flatten the Lingshan Mountain, and grab the Tathagata's cassock to extort the scriptures from him.

Whenever he thinks of such a scene in the future, Sun Wukong can't help laughing.

When they were walking to a valley with beautiful mountains and clear waters, they suddenly heard a sharp whistle beside the road, and six figures rushed out, each holding a sword, gun and stick, and they were trying to block the road with ferocious looks.

In an instant, a golden dragon surged out and rushed forward with its teeth and claws, frightening the six robbers so much that they screamed in horror and pissed themselves.

The master and apprentice bid farewell to Liu Boqin who looked shocked, crossed Liangjie Mountain, and officially embarked on the westward journey.

…Sure enough, a monk is a monk, he is kind-hearted and soft-hearted, and he doesn’t know what it means to cut off the grass and root out the roots.

A calm voice came from behind.

"Roar!"

"If we don't get rid of it today, good people will be killed tomorrow."

Nie Changchuan's conversation changed so quickly that Sun Wukong was stunned.

"Amitabha." Nie Changchuan recited the Buddha's name and said with compassion on his face, "Wukong, you have just entered the Samanaa. It is time to cultivate your moral character. You should let your master do the sinful karma of killing!"

"...?"

Just when Sun Wukong was about to step forward to fight these six robbers who did not know whether to live or die, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind and firmly grasped the middle part of the iron rod, making it unable to move.

"Master, you'd better let me catch up and beat these evil thieves to death with a stick!"

"Wukong, stand down."

Sun Wukong tried his best to persuade Nie Changchuan to eradicate the evil.

Sun Wukong shook his head secretly, looked at Nie Changchuan's back and said: "Master, I know that monks are compassionate, but this compassion cannot be spread randomly!"

The next second, Nie Changchuan, who was still behind Sun Wukong, opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "The mighty Tianlong!"

Sun Wukong looked surprised and couldn't help turning his head: "Master, why is this?"

Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong laughed loudly, raised his hand and took out a wishful golden hoop.

"How are these evil men who block roads and rob us different from monsters?"

Not long after, the six robbers fled into the forest in terror and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong came back to his senses and understood that the master just wanted to scare them away, not really want to kill them.

Nie Changchuan was silent the whole time. It wasn't until Sun Wukong finished speaking that he nodded and said, "I thought highly of these bandits. I thought they would at least have a den of thieves. Unexpectedly, there were only six of them."

Hearing these words, Sun Wukong was slightly startled.

Nie Changchuan turned his head and said with a smile: "Good disciple, I will teach you two new words today, called fishing and law enforcement, playing hard to get!"

Before he finished speaking, a dragon's roar suddenly sounded from the mountain stream not far away, which was also mixed with one or two short screams.

"..."

Sun Wukong swallowed, put away the golden cudgel, respectfully held his hands in his hands and said: "My disciple has been taught!"

Nie Changchuan nodded with satisfaction, then took a step forward and said: "Let's go, I see that the cottage is well built, with pots, pans, and all kinds of kitchen utensils. You and I, the master and the apprentice, are here today." "Have a rest!"

Sun Wukong didn't dare to refuse, so he quickly followed with his luggage and dry food.

Before leaving, Nie Changchuan glanced at the clouds on the horizon and softly chanted the Buddha's name.

Above the clouds, Guanyin Bodhisattva and Hui'an Walker Muzha fell into silence.

The former looked at the golden hoop in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and took it into his arms.

……

When they arrived at the bandit's stronghold, Nie Changchuan took the lead and went straight to the kitchen.

Sun Wukong stood at the door, hesitantly looking at the blood and six corpses all over the stronghold, he hesitated to speak, but hesitated to speak.

In the end, he didn't dare to say anything, but silently stepped forward and collected the bodies of these six unlucky men.

Not long after, Nie Changchuan came out with bear paws that had been pickled for many days, and invited Sun Wukong to eat with him with a smile on his face.

Sun Wukong was dumbfounded, and after he came to his senses, he declined politely.

Although he was a famous demon king five hundred years ago, he was born upright after all. He was born as a spiritual stone monkey and had a clear air in his belly. Therefore, he only ate various spiritual fruits and fairy wine, and never tasted meat. Seeing that his eldest disciple refused, Nie Changchuan also remembered this matter, and immediately expressed regret, so he could only eat it himself.

During dinner, looking at the bald monk feasting in front of the bonfire, Sun Wukong was nibbling dry food next to him, holding his luggage and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, and felt a little dazed for a while.

Above the clouds, Guanyin Bodhisattva also sighed, confessed his sins, and recited the name of the Buddha.

Muzha held the iron rod and his eyes kept wandering between the monk eating meat and the monkey king chewing dry food. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was the peerless demon king five hundred years ago... …

In the following days, Nie Changchuan used his absolute power to tear up the script of Buddhism and immortals.

In the melancholy stream of the snake-coiled mountain and the eagle, Xiao Bailong, the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea, was punished here for setting fire to the palace.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva enlightened him and wanted to turn him into a dragon and horse to help the pilgrims traveling westward. However, this dragon was naturally rebellious and unruly and planned to make things difficult for the pilgrims traveling westward.

So, that day, when Nie Changchuan and his disciples passed by Yingchou Stream, the little white dragon suddenly flew out, causing a wave of water and wetting Nie Changchuan's cassock and the luggage carried by Sun Wukong.

Nie Changchuan was furious. He immediately waved his hand and made a huge golden palm print in front of Xiao Bailong's confused gaze. He grabbed his neck, held him down beside Yingchou Stream and beat him violently.

Sun Wukong stood by and watched, gloating at the misfortune at first, but soon he couldn't bear it and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Nie Changchuan.

"Master, stop, stop, if you keep fighting, this little dragon will be beaten to death by you!"

After hearing Sun Wukong's dissuasion, Nie Changchuan stopped, stared at Xiao Bailong's bruised and swollen face, and asked viciously: "Tell me, are you going to the West?"

"Go, go!"

Xiao Bailong nodded repeatedly and agreed with a horrified look on his face.

Nie Changchuan's face softened slightly, and he turned to look at Sun Wukong and said dissatisfiedly: "Tell me, why didn't you stop me as a teacher earlier?"

...Didn’t I stop it?
Sun Wukong felt aggrieved, but he dared not speak out in anger.

He looked at the little white dragon who silently turned into a dragon and horse, and everything was unspoken.

After that, Nie Changchuan got a mount, and Sun Wukong not only carried luggage, but also had the task of leading the horse and riding on it.

The master and apprentice continued to move forward, passing by a large and spacious river.

The local river god originally turned into a fisherman and was going to carry the master and apprentice to the other side of the river according to the script, but he never thought that the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty just glanced at him and was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to step forward.

Nie Changchuan waited for a while and saw that the fisherman was still reluctant to come over, so he became impatient and immediately threw out his Zen staff, which instantly separated the river, revealing a spacious river bed channel.

Seeing this situation, the fisherman transformed into the river god was frightened, but he was glad that he did not step forward.

Sun Wukong was not surprised, so he immediately led the white dragon horse and Shi Shiran crossed the river.

After that, on the way westward, Nie Changchuan met rivers and opened rivers, met mountains and moved mountains, forming an extremely convenient passage wherever he passed.

At that time, Sun Wukong only thought that the master was too lazy to take a detour, but he never thought that in the next thousand years, this holy monk's road would become the most important hub connecting the Central Plains and the Western Regions.

The merits resulting from this are countless.

After crossing Luojia Mountain, Nie Changchuan sat on the white dragon horse, thanked the Luojia Mountain God for the hospitality, and then ordered his disciples to continue moving forward.

In Luojia Mountain behind him, a group of mountain gods sent the holy monk away respectfully with smiles on their faces.

It wasn't until each other's back disappeared from sight that they breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and couldn't help but express the same emotion.

——Compared with the holy monk, it turns out that the great sage is still kind-hearted!

After that, after traveling for hundreds of miles, we could vaguely see the shadows of towers and palaces in the valley ahead.

Nie Changchuan's eyes sparkled with golden light, he glanced forward, and immediately read with great interest: "Guanyin Temple..."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "It turns out that this is the territory of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Master, since we are old acquaintances, why not give her face and stay here for a night, which is also a rest."

Hearing Senior Brother's words, Bai Longma nodded repeatedly.

His true body is a white dragon. After transforming into a dragon and horse, he always feels very awkward when walking, sitting or lying down.

In addition, Nie Changchuan has been traveling day and night these days without stopping at all. Even if Bai Longma is not physically tired, he is already very tired mentally and would like to find a chance to take a good rest.

Nie Changchuan noticed the intention of the two apprentices, so he nodded and said: "Then, as you two said, let's rest here for the night!"

As soon as he said this, Sun Wukong suddenly smiled and did three somersaults in excitement.

The white dragon horse was also refreshed, and with a neigh, it spread its hooves and ran forward.

Seeing this situation, Nie Changchuan couldn't help but reveal a kind smile on his face.

Not long after, a man, a monkey and a horse stopped in front of a black mountain filled with evil spirit.

Sun Wukong held the reins of the horse and looked at the Black Mountain in front of him with a dull expression, and then at the Guanyin Temple twenty miles away behind him. Finally he couldn't help but asked: "Master, have we passed by?"

Nie Changchuan looked at him strangely and said calmly: "I haven't walked there before!"

Sun Wukong said in a numb tone: "But this mountain doesn't look like Guanyin Temple, does it?"

"Who said I'm going to Guanyin Zen Monastery as a teacher?"

Nie Changchuan asked in reply, looking at the evil-filled Heifeng Mountain in front of him, and said excitedly: "What's the point of a Zen temple? This Black Wind Mountain is full of evil spirits. It looks like a big demon cave at first glance. It's not as interesting as Guanyin Zen Temple... It's appropriate. many?"

(End of this chapter)