My believers are time travelers

"Chi, chi, chi..."

Blood holes kept appearing on Wukong's body, and blood flowed out.

Jin Chan continued to use space displacement to create injuries on Wukong.

Wukong was powerless to fight back.

"It hurts!"

Wukong suddenly let out a low cry.

"laugh"

Another wound appeared on his body.

"It hurts"

"Hahaha, it's okay to be in pain, Monkey King, do you think I can get you?"

"laugh"

Another wound appeared on Wukong's body.

"I said it hurts!"

At this time, a sudden change occurred, and Jin Chan, who was supposed to disappear again, did not disappear.

Instead, it hung on Wukong's body, no matter how desperately he pulled, the sharp claw he had pierced into Wukong's body could not be taken out.

It was Sun Wukong who used his supernatural powers to draw a formation in his body, and locked Jin Chan's claws that pierced into his body.

Enduring the tearing pain, Wukong, who locked Jinchan with his body, started to fight back.

He grabbed Jin Chan's claw with his left hand, and cast a spell to become as tall as Jin Chan.

With his right hand, he punched Jin Chan one by one.

Even though the rest of Jin Chan's claws were hurting him more, he still gave Jin Chan a hard hammer regardless.

Jin Chan's claws gradually lost strength, and his body hung on Wukong like a broken sack.

But the fist in Wukong's hand still blasted towards Jin Chan's body one after another.

In Jin Chan's fist-sized eyes, the dissatisfaction at the beginning gradually turned into pleading, and finally into fear.

Because Jin Chan felt the loss of vitality, if this continues, he will be killed on the spot within ten punches.

Jin Chan has no energy to beg for mercy, and only hopes that Monkey King can see his pleading through his eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Jin Chan was desperate, but Wukong's eyes didn't waver in the slightest, and he still punched him one after another.

“10、9、8、7、6、5…”

Following Wukong's falling fist, Jinchan silently counted the countdown to her life, and came up with the idea that she should not be an enemy of Wukong.

"3, 2..."

Just when Jin Chan closed his eyes and waited to die, a Buddha's name sounded.

"Great Sage, can you spare his life?"

A monk riding a golden retriever and dressed in a non-Buddhist or Taoist manner appeared in front of Monkey King.

"Who are you?"

"The West teaches Cihangdao people."

"It's Western religion again, go ask Na Zhunti to come and see me."

Wukong didn't care about Cihang's half-step Hunyuan breath, and the last punch still landed on Jinchan.

Jin Chan, who had rekindled her hope after the appearance of Cihang, was punched to death by Wukong before she had time to be happy.

"laugh"

He casually pulled out the corpse of Jin Chan hanging on his body, and threw it in front of Cihang.

"I'm used to beating him, stop it, go and save him."

Cihang looked at the confident Monkey King and sighed softly.

He also has nothing to do with the son of the great catastrophe, and he needs to be willing to cooperate with the journey to the west.

I don't know how Zhunti offended him and was so relentless.

In desperation, Cihang took out the mutton fat jade bottle and used magical powers to bring Jin Chan back to life.

This golden cicada is also a Westward Journey hand-picked by Zhunti, so there is no room for loss.

My task is to keep Chen Xuanzang, that is, the life of Jin Chan.

"The great sage will come later, I have sent a message, the leader will arrive later."

Hearing the words, Wukong cast a look at Cihang that you still understand.

The Wuzhi Mountain that imprisoned him is shaped like an upright palm, and the cave is located at the middle finger of this palm, towering into the sky.

"500 years have passed, and at a glance, the world is still so boring."

Sun Wukong sat at the entrance of the cave, looking into the distance, chatting with Cihang one after another.

"Nowadays, the prehistoric land is governed by the heavenly court according to the divine way. Naturally, there is no such interesting person as the Great Sage who follows the rules in everything."

"Oh, I don't know what the real person thinks, is it better to be interesting in this world, or boring?"

Wukong suddenly remembered that this Cihang Taoist was originally a disciple of his uncle Yuanshi. After he became a god, he changed his family and joined the West.

It's just that I don't know if I have the same mind as Ksitigarbha.

"We who practice the Tao don't ask about worldly affairs but only seek the Dao."

Cihang didn't answer directly, and Wukong still had to ask in detail.

I saw auspiciousness falling from the sky, golden lotuses gushing from the ground, and the Buddha's name was in my ears.

It was Zhunti who brought three hundred monks, and three hundred arhats appeared.

"Hehe, real man, you Westerners are so rich."

Seeing the golden scene in mid-air, Wukong couldn't help teasing Cihang.

"Great Sage, why do you insist on seeing me?"

Zhunti in the sky today is no longer what it was like 500 years ago.

Instead, he sat on the lotus platform, dressed in Buddhist attire.

Wukong was not rude either, he smiled and sang to Zhunti.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you in 500 years. The leader's pomp is much bigger than that of the emperor."

"The great sage laughed."

Seeing the appearance of Zhunti Gujing Wubo, Wukong changed the topic and entered the topic.

"I don't think I have offended the leader. Why did the leader imprison me for 500 years? Isn't the leader afraid of resentment in my heart?"

With a dark cry, Zhunti Baoxiang solemnly replied:

"Great Sage, you also know that you are the son of the catastrophe, but you don't know that the 500-year imprisonment is not destined by heaven."

He vaguely informed that this was determined by the way of heaven, and he also obeyed orders.

Seeing that Zhunti was a bit resigned, Wukong knew that the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West might be extremely important to Zhuanti, so he was determined at the moment.

"Master, although it is destined, but Lao Sun is not happy in his heart, what should we do?"

"What does the Great Sage think?"

"It's okay to ask me to travel to the west, but I have conditions."

"First, don't mention the matter of apprenticeship."

"Second, no matter how many people you wait to deploy, you must obey my orders."

Wukong pointed to Jin Chan who woke up and said, one master is enough.

At this time, Xia Qihong's voice, which had not been spoken for a long time, came to the back of Wukong's head.

Wukong, who had already thought of the two, put forward the third condition.

"Third, everything on the westbound road is up to me to decide, and no one else can wait to intervene."

Anyone who speaks heavily, obviously means something.

"If you agree, I will accompany this little monk to go on a journey with peace of mind. If not, don't mention this matter."

After hearing this, Zhunti remained silent for a long time, obviously communicating with Hongjun.

He also only knows the general idea about Journey to the West, and Hongjun still needs to decide how to do it.

After a while, Zhunti let out a deep sigh.

"Forget it, it's all up to you, but you need to take good care of Jin Chan going west."

"Master, keep your heart in your heart. As long as the little monk doesn't make trouble, I will keep him safe."

"That being the case, it's settled."

Seeing that the matter had been settled and the Buddha's voice reappeared in the sky, Zhunti was ready to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Wukong called out to stop Zhunti.

"What else is there for the Great Sage?"

"Old Sun is still a little upset."

"How are you doing?"

"Stretch out the lone crutch and let the old grandson hit you with a stick, and then you will rest."

Zhunti, who was originally kind, instantly turned into a glaring diamond.

"Don't push yourself too hard, you monkey!"

Wukong's request did not hurt much to Zhunti, but it was a great insult.

How could he stretch out his feet to let someone beat him with a stick for nothing?
"If you don't agree to such a small request, please ask someone else to go west."

Wukong didn't bother, turned around and entered the cave after being rejected by Zhunti, and closed the cave door.

There is a big disagreement, the posture of retreating and practicing.

Seeing Sun Wukong's lazy look, Zhunti's face was uncertain.

Gu Jing's calm state of mind was also aroused.

Seeing that he didn't move, the three hundred monks and three hundred arhats all disappeared.

"Just a stick."

Zhunti, who exhibited the supernatural power of Zhang Er's golden body, had no choice but to agree to Wukong's request.

The matter of Journey to the West is related to Hongjun's detachment, if it is delayed because of him, it will not be solved with a stick.

As if he had expected Zhunti to compromise, as soon as the words fell, Wukong rushed out of the hole with a golden cudgel, and hit Zhunti's calf with a stick.

"clang"

A loud bang resounded through the flood.

Wukong felt that it was not enough, so he raised his stick and prepared to hit it again.

Originally guessing that the monkey would definitely take the opportunity to hit him a few more times, Zhunti, who was about to let him do what he did, suddenly changed his face.

The wide sleeves swept Wukong and held him in the air.

"You have cultivated into Hunyuan!?"