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Chapter 35 Guangzhi, save me!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Monkey King, this fellow has had a bad brain since he was young. Please don't bother with him."

The white-robed wolf swordsman smiled flatteringly and said, "You are here to find the Black Wind King, right? I know where he is. I will take you to find him."

Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Xuanzang, who sighed and retreated back to the team dejectedly like an air force officer who didn't catch any fish.

"Oh? You are quite clever, wolf."

He looked at the white-robed swordsman, and the White Wolf immediately restrained his reckless brother and replied, "He just studied with the old king for a few years and understood human nature. He is not very smart."

He knew that this group of people were not easy to deal with, and the most important thing now was to save his life.

Sun Wukong shook his head: "Don't worry, I am a Buddhist and have long realized the Buddha nature. If you don't do evil, I won't harm you."

"What? Buddha!"

The wolf scout looked at the divine light as bright as the sun. It was not much different from the Buddha's light that the Black Wind King had described. This meant he had met the real Buddha.

He thought of his childhood, when his parents often said, "If you don't sleep, the Buddha will peel off your skin and bones and eat you alive."

The wolf scout, who had been looking silly at first, suddenly had a different look on his face. He kowtowed to the ground, trembling, "Buddha, please don't eat us. Our meat is tough and bitter. If you want to eat something, eat that snake demon."

"Snake demons are pure cultivators, and their meat is the most tender. I know where the snake demons are. I'm most familiar with the mountains. I'll take you there, Master Buddha!"

Sun Wukong looked around again. He believed that he was practicing asceticism and only ate pine cone nectar, which naturally made his breath refreshing. Therefore, he was a sage inside and a king outside, and was born with a handsome appearance. How could he have scared these two little demons?

He said helplessly: "Don't worry, I don't know your meat."

It’s over, I met the real Buddha.

If we don't eat wolf meat, it will absorb our spiritual essence, refine our spirit, and make us unable to be reborn forever.

The white-robed wolf was so frightened after hearing this that he kowtowed and said, "Buddha, please spare my life. Buddha, please spare my life."

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Sun Wukong wanted to explain, but Tang Xuanzang stepped forward, grabbed the wolf demon's collar with his hand, and said viciously, "You damn wolf demon, if you don't want to die, why don't you lead us out quickly?!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

"Grandpa, please spare me, Grandpa, please spare me."

The Wolf Swordsman and the Wolf Scout were exploring the way ahead, shouting all the time:
"Please welcome Mr. Buddha——"

The road ahead was hurried and dusty. When the little demon in front of the mountain heard that it was the Buddha, he looked forward and was shocked by the Buddha's aura and majesty, which made people feel intimidated.

There were also educated wolf demons who were even more frightened when they saw the Buddha's light. They knelt down and kowtowed, begging the Buddha to spare their lives.

Even after looking at the other person's back, his heart couldn't stop trembling. He quickly called the little demon beside him and said, "Go and inform the king quickly. The disaster is coming."

The little demon couldn't help but ask: "Then why don't you go?"

"I have quite a bit of wealth. Before that Buddha can react, I'll quickly grease the soles of my feet and get out."

The little demon was puzzled: "Then I will leave too."

"Why are you leaving? Your family's wealth is all here, how can you run away?"

As he spoke, a little demon hurriedly carried his bag and escaped from the Black Wind Mountain, heading towards the Yellow Wind Cave in the west.

There is a land temple on the side of the road, but there is no incense in the temple. The land god in the clay sculpture is looking out, watching the monkey god leading the group of little demons walking into the mountains.

The God of Land scratched his head, not understanding why the monkeys that came this time are different from the previous ones.

"Can I still use this immobilization technique?"

He had once seen an old immortal. He wore a Taoist robe adorned with stars, carried a medicine basket woven from green vines, and played a fisherman's drum while singing "The moon is high, swaying in three or two steps" as he approached from near and far. The old immortal had given him a basket of rare treasures and miraculous elixirs, and also taught him two magical spells, telling him to pass them on to an old friend if the opportunity arose.

The God of Land looked at the majestic monkey god wearing golden armor and carrying the divine will of heaven, and then looked at the little monk who was hiding behind him. He didn't know that their skills were much better than his.

Old Immortal, have you ever met this monkey? Why does it seem like he knows everything?
The God of Land hid in the clay sculpture in depression, with two books in his hands, one was "Theory of Gods" and the other was "Manual of Daily Skills of Heavenly Gods". These were given to him by the Horse-Faced Guardian who rushed up from the underworld last night. Recently, a large number of ghosts and spirits have appeared, which is not common these days.

"I heard that in the future, becoming an immortal requires taking an exam and being granted a talisman before ascending to the next level. Is that true?"

"Forget it. As there are only two days left today, a small god like me dare not speak out about the affairs of these great gods. I just hope to settle down quickly and save my life."

"Grandpa Buddha, the road ahead is guarded by a soulless monster, and we can't get close. I know a small path, let's take it."

The white-robed wolf pointed at the dark corpse in front of the door. The other party stood there, with black thorns growing on its dark green head, holding a string of green prayer beads in its hand, closing its eyes and instinctively chanting a spell, like a big potato.

The ghost kept circling around, and the white-robed wolf was thinking about how to get around it, but unexpectedly the monkey master's Buddhist robe in front of him was too dazzling.

The rustling sound of the precious beads on his body really caused Elder Jin Chi's body to react.

The ghost's eyes widened, and he actually spoke: "Precious robes! Precious robes!"

"It's my precious robe—"

He pounced towards Sun Wukong. The four-meter-tall monster pounced on Wukong. Wukong chuckled and turned to look at Xuanzang:
"Xuanzang, it's your turn to take action."

Xuanzang laughed heartily: "That's right, I will start from here."

His left hand was compassionate, and his right hand was devoted to fighting. It turned into two fists, which beat the ghost to a pulp. His two small hands squeezed hard, squeezing out worries, karma, and attachments.

Xuanzang attacked and defeated the enemy with one move. His method was cruel, just like pinching a mouse.

The ghost opened its eyes wide and screamed like a groundhog. It sounded harsh, but in the depths of the bamboo forest, the scream sounded like a cry for help.

It was as if saying, "Guangzhi, save me!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, and it traveled through the mountains and forests to Guangzhi who was practicing martial arts.

Ever since the fire at the temple, he had been filled with regret, hating the evil thoughts he had harbored and the plan he had offered. If he hadn't provoked Elder Jin Chi's evil thoughts, none of this would have happened.

Over the years, Guangzhi could not find peace in meditation. Whenever he wanted to numb himself with scriptures, he would think of his master, Elder Jinchi. At this time, he would go out and take a look at the ghosts wandering outside.

The Black Bear King's resurrection technique did not work, and Jin Chi's body wandered around in a daze like a zombie. Guangzhi was also confused and didn't know what to do.

"boom--"

The ground was shaking again, and this sound was his master's signature skill, the Iron Head Kung Fu!

"Alas, the obsession won't go away, and I'm confused!"

The huge wolf head sighed, looking extremely nagging. He held up the magic weapon Red Tide and slowly walked out of the yard. He sighed outside, and then he widened his eyes!

Jin Chi was clasping his arms with a young monk, with his arms resting on the other's shoulders, wrestling with each other!
"Fight! Fight!"

With the fearless Buddhist Dharma, Xuanzang's bald head emitted billions of golden lights, which smashed heavily on the green head of Jinchi.

With a big headbutt, two hard and shiny heads knock against each other, making both of them dizzy and enlightened, which can help them calm their minds and eliminate selfish attachments.

"So that's how it is. You are Elder Jin Chi's spirit, entangled with his corpse and refusing to dissolve."

Since receiving the guidance of the Great Sage, Xuanzang understood that to conquer troubles, one cannot just use fists, but must use his brain to find solutions.

Sure enough, Tang Xuanzang was really insightful and began to use his brain to conquer his worries!
"Take another headbutt from me!"

(End of this chapter)