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Chapter 49 You are really Sun Wukong

The Six Dings and Six Jias, the Great Sage Huangfeng and others looked at each other and confronted Lingji who was holding the flying dragon staff. They were looking for each other's weaknesses. Suddenly, Yinhu, carrying a big knife, suddenly chopped it forward, causing thousands of air waves. The surrounding sand exploded with a rumbling sound.

Lingji Bodhisattva used his flying dragon staff to block it, and at the same time the dragon head released Sanskrit sounds, which brainwashed people and kept whispering in their ears, making them nervous and extremely uncomfortable.

Nezha threw the red ball and it hit the flying dragon staff accurately. Immediately, the flying dragon staff turned into an eight-clawed flying dragon and was sucked into the red ball, which made Nezha very happy.

"Great Sage, let me handle the Buddhist sect. I, Tang Xuanzang, as the master of the Great Leiyin Temple, shoulder the mission of the rise and fall of Buddhism. I will deal with these evil demons and heretics."

Tang Xuanzang jumped out, rubbing his hands together, as if he were wearing a brass knuckle bracelet. He touched his head again and laughed cruelly with excitement: "Jiejiejie——"

Xuanzang, pay attention to the temperament of our orthodox immortals and Buddhas!

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, unable to bear to look: "Okay, you're one."

"Hold back your strength, don't destroy Huang Fengling with one punch."

The friend-recruiting banner in Sun Wukong's hand stopped waving, and the crisp sound of the fairy bell disappeared, turning into sounds of praise. These words of praise turned into golden spells, blessing everyone.

Everyone's aura became even stronger, divine power flowed in their bodies, and even produced an illusory fruit of immortality, nourishing their bodies.

An idea flashed through the mind of the Great Sage Yellow Wind, and a sudden inspiration prompted him to recite a poem on the spot:

"The world shifted in a chilling whirl, and invisible yellow sand swirled.

It pierces the forest, breaks the ridges, topples the pines and plum trees, and spreads dust and collapses the hills."

Then the divine wind blown out by the Great Sage Yellow Wind really changed the color of the sky and the earth, the mountains collapsed and the seas dried up, the water of the Yellow River became more turbid, the Xiang River began to surge with blue waves again, the Douniu Palace in the sky shook, and the Senluo Palace underground collapsed.

The Great Sage Huangfeng felt it was incredible. His divine wind could only blind people, so how could it become so powerful?

The Monkey and others were also blessed, and they recited poems together. At this moment, each of them was like an immortal descending to the earth, with great momentum, especially the Tiger, who chopped at them with a long sword in his hand.

Lingji Bodhisattva fought with these six people. The Buddha's light on his body was with Mount Sumeru. At the same time, he summoned the Five Sacred Mountains to bless his body.

Although he was unable to move, he was able to withstand the attacks of everyone.

"Lingji bird thief, eat my enlightenment!"

Tang Xuanzang's little head was magnified several times, top-heavy, like a big gourd that had opened and could bring about the law of heaven and earth. He kowtowed to Lingji Bodhisattva.

The big head crashed down like a meteorite. Lingji held it tightly with his hands, thinking to himself: Why is it the head again? Is Lao Ne in conflict with heads today?
Before they could hold on for a few moments, the Tiger and the Great Sage Yellow Wind came together to chop them, a rat holding a magical wind to blind the eyes, and a tiger slashing with a broadsword. Not only that, the Monkey and the Dog were chanting spells for the two from behind, constantly boosting the momentum of the Tiger and the Rat.

This knife seemed to be blessed by the great power of heaven and earth. The power of time and years accompanied the blade, completely cutting Lingji Bodhisattva in half, turning one Bodhisattva into two.

Chen Long scratched his head, looked at the fierce fighting on the field, and protected everyone in front of him, grinning: "Hey, it seems that I don't need to go over there?"

Bodhisattva Lingji lowered his head in disbelief. The hole in his body that was hit by Sun Wukong was still leaking air, and now new wounds had appeared besides the old ones.

Before he could say anything, the Great Sage Huang Feng grabbed it, and in an instant, the head of Lingji Bodhisattva fell down again smoothly.

This time, his body decayed, his soul disintegrated, and Lingji died beyond death.

Huang Feng grabbed Lingji Bodhisattva's head and eagerly dug open his skull. He looked down and was stunned: "Where is my aptitude? Where is my aptitude hidden in Lingji's skull?"

The Great Sage Huang Feng searched everywhere, he thought it shouldn't be the case. Could it be that Lingji's head didn't close when he was fighting and fell off?

The Six Dings and Six Jias looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering, "Aren't we thousands of miles apart? How could they have arrived in such an instant?"

Yin Hu held the big knife, closed his eyes and felt the strength of his body: "Same, different!"

"I have diligently practiced martial arts for many years, and I always thought my practice was perfect. Today I realize how wrong I was!"

The Tiger of Yin slashed forward, and the Tao and method of the Divine General Jiayin were confirmed by the Tiger of Yin. The opponent used a high-level wisdom, looking down from a high position, to fill the gaps in his own martial arts like pouring water.

Everyone was intoxicated by the power of this blessing, and couldn't help but wonder, "Where does this power that originates from the same source as us come from?" "Praise the poem, I join the praise."

"Generally speaking, reciting poetry at critical moments is very useful, such as when making a breakthrough in battle or when creating a terrifying aura. This is common sense in cultivation."

Everyone blinked. "Where does this common sense come from? I've never heard of such a thing."

Sun Wukong waved the banner, and it made a soft ringing sound. "Well, actually, this power belongs to you."

"Our own?" Shen Hou was skeptical. "If we had this kind of power, would we still be minor gods or immortals?"

"It's yours, but it's the divine power of another self."

The Friendship Banner in Sun Wukong's hand transformed back into a book, and with a gentle tug, it split into two. "It is indeed the same substance and assimilation. The essence of power is the same, so I can skillfully use the power of my other self."

Yin Hu was puzzled: "Great Sage, what is the other self you are talking about?"

Sun Wukong: "Bajie, please explain it to me. I really don't want to use the so-called conspiracy theory to explain it."

"Explain? Actually, I'm a little confused now."

Zhu Bajie is confused now. Is the monkey in front of him better than his senior brother in terms of Taoism and magical powers?

With such a powerful monkey, does he still need to play the role of Sun Wukong?
Zhu Bajie stared at Sun Wukong's banner and said, "I wonder if I am among them?"

"Yes, do you want to try the divine power inside?" Sun Wukong picked up the book casually, opened it, and shot out a projection of the Milky Way, and the figure of a priest emerged. He was nine feet tall and very sturdy.

Zhu Bajie stared at the afterimage and was stunned. He stretched forward and Tianpeng turned into starlight, pouring into Zhu Bajie's body. The piglet with precious sleeves suddenly grew taller, first turning into a wild boar spirit, then shedding his mortal bones and transforming into an immortal body, becoming a tall and handsome young man.

Tianpeng lowered his head in disbelief, looking from bottom to top, still unable to believe this move.

"My goodness, I've forgotten what the old pig looks like."

Tianpeng touched his face. He was still a little uncomfortable without a mouth and nose. He shook his head and smiled: "Monkey, I believe you now."

"You're from another world!"

"You are Sun Wukong, the other Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

Sun Wukong grinned: "You believe it? Actually, we are here with a conspiracy!"

Tianpeng shook his head: "What other conspiracy could there be? I can feel another me from that power."

"His will is pure, even purer than mine. It's as pure as a true god, as high as the heavens and the earth. I am ashamed of myself!"

"If you truly have a conspiracy, it's definitely brighter and more sacred than ours. Perhaps it shouldn't even be called a conspiracy."

Tianpeng's eyes sparkled with longing: "This is a mission!"

Sun Wukong looked at Tianpeng, gazing directly into his eyes: "So this mission is to replace you?"

Tianpeng sighed, his body gradually shrank, and he returned to the form of Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie laughed and said, "Take it, take it. It's just a life. I don't care about it."

Sun Wukong patted Zhu Bajie and threatened him deliberately: "Bajie, you are a good man. Good men, go with ease. I will come to pay tribute to you next year."

Bajie's eyes widened. "No, I was just saying it casually. Bi Ma Wen, are you really not going to help me?"

"I'm teasing you."

Sun Wukong laughed heartily: "Don't worry, it's just that some fellow Taoists want to discuss Taoism with you."

(End of this chapter)