My believers are time travelers

Knowing everything, after trying to understand the reason why Hongjun set off the catastrophe, Xia Qihong naturally understood the real purpose of the Journey to the West catastrophe.

On the surface, it seems that Hongjun is further suppressing the prehistoric dragon clan, but in fact it is passing down the Mahayana Buddhism and imprinting it on the hearts of ordinary people.

Then there are not too many articles that can be done.

In the short time Xia Qihong returned to the cave where Wukong was imprisoned, he thought of a way to destroy the catastrophe.

Since the Great Calamity cannot be fundamentally destroyed due to the modification of the Dao of Heaven, then the result will be changed.

Thinking of his pride, Xia Qihong couldn't help laughing twice.

"Why is Qi Ling laughing?"

"Nothing else, it's just that the day you get out of trouble, little monkey, is approaching."

Xia Qihong made a pretense in embarrassment, now is not the time to share the truth with Wukong.

In fact, he didn't know how to tell Wukong.

It's really hard to say.

Is it possible to tell Wukong that the spirit in the golden cudgel is transformed for the teacher?

As a teacher, watching you being imprisoned but doing nothing?
Luckily, Wukong didn't ask any further questions. The 500 years of retreat and practice had thoroughly sharpened his temperament.

Hearing that he could get out of trouble soon, he didn't react.

He was just slightly taken aback, and then he closed his eyes and meditated again, making it hard to guess what was going on in his mind.

If the previous Wukong was a simple-minded monkey who could read faces, then the current Wukong is a stone monkey who is not happy or angry.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and there is no time to practice.

On this day, Wukong felt a sharp breath approaching him from a distance.

"boom"

The breath that was dozens of miles away in the last second appeared in front of her.

The cave where Wukong was imprisoned was blasted open, and a handsome man dressed as a Buddhist disciple walked in.

"You are the Monkey King who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Court, and that's all. It seems that the people in the Heavenly Court will put gold on their faces."

This handsome Buddhist disciple was Jin Chan, he circled around Wukong who was sitting and practicing, and commented.

"Forget it, since you are destined to be my apprentice, you should kowtow to be my master."

This golden cicada is exactly Chen Xuanzang who held a water and land meeting for the emperor Nanzhan Buzhou and went to Lingshan to seek the scriptures.

With the help of Shimen, he solved the mystery of the womb and retrieved the memory of his previous life.

Jin Chan is originally a wild alien, born with an unruly temperament.

For the master's plan, he had no choice but to act patiently and accompany the mortals in Nanzhan Buzhou to perform a play.

Now there are only him and Wukong in the cave, and they have naturally recovered their original nature.

"Who are you, go ask Zhun to come in advance."

Wukong didn't even look at Jinchan, and replied without raising his head.

Seeing that Wukong didn't take himself seriously, Jinchan was a little annoyed.

"What status do you deserve to see my master?"

If Jin Chan's attitude was changed to 500 years ago, Wukong would have beaten him with a stick.

But now that 500 years have passed, Wukong's temper has already restrained a lot.

It's not that he lost his temper, but that he no longer showed it.

The cause and effect of Zhunti's imprisonment must be repaid by Zhunti himself.

Seeing that Wukong closed his eyes and said nothing, Jin Chan became angry.

He shouted: "Sun Wukong, do you think I can't do anything to you?"

The octagonal Zen stick in his hand hit Wukong head-on.

"clang"

The tin-iron Zen stick was actually split open by Wukong's body.

"Can you do anything to get me?"

Wukong opened his eyes for the first time, and Jin Chan probably needs to be taught some lessons.

After 500 years of hidden cultivation, the Jiuzhuan Yuangong has been thoroughly comprehended by Wukong.

Even if this Zen stick was made by Zhun Ti, it couldn't hurt him at all.

While speaking, Wukong stood up and punched Jin Chan close to him.

"Good come!"

This Jin Chan is also aggressive, he provokes Wukong in every possible way, just to fight and determine the right to speak on the westbound road.

In his opinion, Sun Wukong was only from Yeluzi, so it can't compare to him being a direct descendant of a sage.

This golden cicada is worthy of being a prehistoric alien, relying on its own speed talent to fight Wukong evenly.

"It seems that 500 years ago, the Monkey King who killed the giant spirit, injured Nezha, and fought Yang Jian to make a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace was nothing more than that."

Jin Chan seemed to be able to handle Monkey King's counterattack with ease, and kept teasing Monkey King with words.

"People in the world say that Sun Wukong is invincible under Hunyuan, but it seems that the reputation is hard to live up to!"

But he didn't know that Wukong at this time was just using him as a tool to relax his muscles and bones.

He just warmed up with the strength he had when he was fighting Yang Jian.

I heard that Jin Chan continued to provoke her recklessly, even a clay figurine has earthy nature.

"Heh" Wukong chuckled, called out the golden cudgel and put more effort into his hand, and the speed was also a little faster.

Jin Chan, who was originally joking with ease, suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Gradually he could not see the trajectory of the golden cudgel clearly, and had no way to dodge, so he had to hold up the Zen staff to resist the bombardment from the golden cudgel.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The lightning-fast triple hit hit the Zen stick, making Jin Chan's hands numb and his stomach churning.

"not good!"

Jin Chan whispered in his heart, it seems that he is not Wukong's opponent with fists, feet and weapons.

Immediately, he used his natural supernatural powers to distance himself from Wukong.

Fortunately, this cave contains the Mustard Seed Sumeru technique, and the interior space is extremely huge.

After moving, he immediately pulled away a hundred feet.

Seeing this, Wukong didn't chase after him, he put the golden cudgel on the ground, and said lazily:
"Little monk, you can't do anything to me, go ask Zhunti to come see me."

Jin Chan, who was about to give up and make peace, turned purple when she heard the words.

"Sun Wukong, whoever said I can't do anything to you is a treasure."

A purple golden bowl was sacrificed by the golden cicada, and it changed in the wind, shining brightly like a small sun.

This is the merit and virtue magic weapon that Zhunti personally refined and bestowed on Jin Chan for protection.

This treasure is designed to restrain people who commit murder and robbery, and who are contaminated with cause and effect.

Under the light of the purple golden bowl, such people will have their three flowers cut off, and the Niwan Palace will be closed to be slaughtered.

But it happened to be Wukong.

Wukong has committed countless murders, but if he can't stand the golden cudgel in his hand, it is also a treasure of merit, and killing people does not involve karma.

No matter how the purple golden bowl shone, Wukong would not move like a mountain.

"I said that little monk, what are you doing to your grandfather over and over again with that flower pot, are you recognizing your ancestors, look carefully, don't admit mistakes."

This Wukong is also a man who doesn't show his morals, and he is so angry that the golden cicadas and three corpses are furious.

Putting the purple gold bowl on the head to protect the body with rays of light, Jin Chan took the initiative to kill Wukong.

"Haha, it's good to come!"

The current Monkey King is like the golden cicada just now, able to handle the stormy attack with ease.

"Everyone in the world says that the West teaches a school of dual sages, but I don't think so. The disciples they teach are too poor."

Wukong imitated Jinchan's tone just now, making Jinchan wish to tear him up, but Wukong couldn't do anything about it.

"Haha, I just like to see the expression on your face that you want to kill me but can't help me."

A word from Wukong who owed him made Jin Chan break his defense.

Jin Chan's eyes were red, and she forgot Zhunti's exhortation that the son of the catastrophe should not be killed.

He revealed the prototype, a golden cicada more than fifty feet tall, with gold-plated body and claws like sharp blades.

Generally speaking, after the prehistoric creatures have successfully cultivated, they will take human form.

Because the human form is the closest to Pangu, and also the closest to the cultivation form of Tao.

The human form can maximize the power of the Dao.

However, this is not the case for the prehistoric alien species.

The ontology is the one that can give full play to their strength.

Suddenly, the golden cicada in front of Sun Wukong disappeared, and Wukong couldn't lock his figure.

It is Jin Chan's innate supernatural power, spatial displacement.

In human form, Jin Chan can't exert his full strength, and his natural supernatural powers make people feel that he is just very fast.

But once the body is exposed, Jin Chan's talent can be called terrifying.

Under Hunyuan, no one can lock Jin Chan.

If Jin Chan has cultivated to Hunyuan, no one in Honghuang will be able to lock Jin Chan.