Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

Bai Susu nodded and took the brocade cassock from the other person's hands: "To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue."

Sudhana stared intently at her face, and mustered her courage to ask:

"May I ask the Bodhisattva, has the 'Sutra of Freedom' been completed? I believe it can be used to resolve the malevolent energy within the Black Bear Spirit."

Within the sky, amidst the clouds.

Huang Mei's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he pulled out the Human Race Bag and pointed the opening at the Black Bear Spirit.

In an instant, a powerful suction force appeared out of nowhere, pulling the unsuspecting black bear spirit up from the ground and swiftly into the bag.

At the same time, Bai Susu said, "It's not finished yet..."

"You're not a bodhisattva!"

Sudhana looked up at the clouds, then drew a celestial sword and charged straight at Bai Susu: "Bodhisattva never wrote any 'Sutra of Freedom'."

"You found out too late."

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel to block the Dragon Girl's sword, stood in front of Su Su, and sneered, "Good Fortune Dragon Girl, when we reach the Bodhisattva in the future, I, Old Sun, will file a complaint against you."

Sudhana sheathed her sword and flew away, coldly saying, "Your pretense of being a Bodhisattva is a grave offense, far exceeding my association with demons; if you sue me, who knows who will ultimately suffer the consequences?"

Sun Wukong: "..."

That makes sense.

Just as in a human dynasty, if someone impersonates the king, the crime is certainly greater than flirting with a foreign race.

Huang Mei gripped the human race bag tightly in one hand and suddenly flew down from the sky: "We're even. We won't sue you, and you shouldn't sue us."

Sudhana glanced at the human seed bag in his hand, and felt a sense of relief.

The Bodhisattva said that the black bear spirit had a connection with Luojia Mountain, but she really didn't like him.

Therefore, this outcome may not be a bad thing for her.

However, she couldn't show this emotion on the surface, so she pretended to glare at him coldly and scolded him in a coquettish tone:

"This was your idea, wasn't it? You're full of schemes and plots; you're unworthy of being a Buddhist."

Huang Mei praised, "You look quite cute when you're all puffed up."

Sudhana almost lost her composure, glared at him fiercely, and suddenly transformed into a rainbow and disappeared into the distance.

Beside him, Sun Wukong couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter like thunder, startling countless birds into flight.

Huang Mei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and waited until the monkey had laughed enough before sincerely saying, "Wukong, thank you for your help, otherwise..."

Sun Wukong waved his hand, pointing to the cassock in Bai Susu's hand and interrupting, "Helping you is also helping myself, why thank me?"

Huang Mei smiled and shook his head, not agreeing with this explanation, but he didn't refute it anymore. Instead, he shook the human seed bag vigorously and released the black bear spirit, who was weak and limp.

"Shameless! Despicable!" the black bear spirit said, forcing himself to stay awake after falling to the ground.

"How dare you talk to me like that?" Huang Mei raised his hand and summoned a chime mallet, which transformed into a long hardwood stick. He then proceeded to give the Black Bear Demon a sound beating.

His experience of subduing the Demon King made him realize that taming demons is like taming beasts, and taming beasts is like taming horses.

As for the art of horse training, the most classic example is Wu Zetian's iron whip method.

In short, the strategy is to beat them until they submit. If they still refuse to submit, then kill them and move on to the next one!

Faced with this sudden and brutal beating, the black bear spirit was initially stunned, but then the intense pain overwhelmed his defenses, and he instinctively screamed in agony.

Not to mention now, he has never been beaten so badly since he can remember. He didn’t know that being beaten could hurt so much.

Under the onslaught of wave after wave of pain, he felt that even death would be a relief.

However, Huang Mei's main purpose was not to kill him, so he was unable to escape and could only roll around on the ground with his head in his hands, no longer resembling a demon king.

Huang Mei's face was cold and stern. He swung his stick with force and attitude, ignoring everything the Black Bear Spirit said, whether he begged for death or for mercy.

But seeing the Black Bear Spirit's transformation from begging for death to begging for mercy, he was not unmoved.

This feeling wasn't pity, but self-reflection.

Although he could avoid many malicious actors by waving the banner of the Buddha of the East, the path he chose was itself extremely dangerous.

Today you may be the one hitting someone, but tomorrow you may become the one being hit. This is by no means impossible.

The only way to break this deadlock is to increase our strength, to increase our strength madly.

Once he can overcome all laws with his own strength, he won't have to worry about encountering such things anymore.

half an hour.

When the thick-skinned black bear demon was beaten to the brink of death, Huang Mei finally stopped, stepping on the bear demon's chest and saying, "Are you convinced now?"

"I give up, I give up." The black bear spirit's eyes were almost unfocused, and he said with a face full of fear.

Beside him, Sun Wukong shrank his neck, feeling a chill creep down his spine for no apparent reason...

"Loosen your mental defenses, and I will extract a part of your soul and spirit."

"So that you won't forget the pain once you've recovered and start thinking about rebellion again." Huang Mei silently withdrew his foot and said coldly.

He had witnessed firsthand how despicable the black bear spirit was, so he couldn't treat him with the same respect he had for the Mischievous Demon King. He could only regard him as a tool for profit, a lackey, or even... consumables!

Faced with coercion, the black bear spirit shed a tear, obediently lowering its mental defenses and allowing the other party to pour immortal energy into its sea of ​​consciousness, extracting its soul and spirit.

Sun Wukong's throat bobbed, and he suddenly realized: his elder brother was the real ruthless character.

Being kind to one's own people doesn't mean he doesn't have a ruthless side.

After all, is it something a Buddhist disciple would do to extract a person's soul raw?

But he not only did it, he did it openly, as if it were a matter of course.

After a short while, Huang Mei silently collected the Black Bear Spirit's soul and spirit, then turned around with a smile: "Wukong, now that this matter is settled, let's return to the Zen temple."

Sun Wukong nodded: "It's time to go back. Tang Sanzang must be getting impatient."

Inside the Zen temple.

Sanzang waited for two whole days and nights, but Wukong did not return for a long time, and many guesses gradually emerged in his mind.

Amidst his anxiety, he suddenly saw a bright, clear sky with colorful clouds, and four figures swiftly descended the steps. He hurriedly called out, "Wukong!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the fourth figure clearly, and his heart tightened immediately.

Why did the Demon King come along too?

Could it be that Wukong made some kind of deal with him?

The fear brought by the unknown made his scalp tingle, and he even subconsciously took two steps back.

Upon hearing his shouts and seeing the figure of the black bear demon, the monks who had gathered around also stopped in their tracks, ready to flee at any moment.

"Master, the robe has been retrieved."

Sun Wukong strode up to Sanzang and unfurled his brocade cassock.

Sanzang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The fact that the robe was retrieved meant that he was at least out of danger.

"Wukong, what's going on with this guy?"

After taking the cassock from the monk, Sanzang pointed at the black bear spirit and asked.

Sun Wukong chuckled: "He was subdued by my elder brother."

Sanzang couldn't help but gasp.

If the other party beat Jin Chi with a stick, the impression he got was one of cruelty.

So, after going out and subduing the black bear spirit, he felt a terrifying sense of power.

Fear and shock intertwined, leaving him speechless for a long time.

As for the monks' wisdom and strategic thinking, it was even more astonishing.

As the two most trusted confidants of Elder Jinchi, no one in the temple knew the terror of the Black Wind King better than the two of them.

Simply put, he was a big shot they couldn't even get close to curry favor with, but now they've been won over?

That's why, when they looked at Huang Mei again, their gazes were filled with reverence, as if he were a god!