My believers are time travelers

Zhunti, who originally thought it would be no big deal to be beaten by Wukong, suddenly felt that his morality was also regressed under the blow.

Hurriedly fixed Wukong to defuse subsequent attacks.

Looking carefully, Sun Wukong's cultivation is not Hunyuan, but a half-step Hunyuan.

But there is a great calamity in the body.

"Okay, you must mention it, you agreed to let me hit you, did you go back on your word?"

Wukong, who was fixed in mid-air, was not afraid, he just opened his mouth and sprayed.

"It's a fight, you guys pack up and go."

After speaking, Zhunti disappeared into the air directly, and the ostentation of the ground spring golden lotus did not happen.

It's really disturbing to see Monkey King's sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks.

As for the reason for the regression of Taoism, he guessed that it should be the power of catastrophe in Wukong's body.

In fact, this is exactly the case. Just when Jin Chan broke the ban on Wuzhi Mountain, the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West officially started.

As the son of the great catastrophe, Monkey King, the power of catastrophe appeared out of thin air in his body.

Under the impetus of this force, his own cultivation has also broken through to the half-step Hunyuan.

Xia Qihong, who was hiding in the golden cudgel, keenly sensed the existence of Jieli.

It was also Wukong's idea to ask for a stick.

He used the golden cudgel as a medium to induce Jieli.

The moment he hit Zhunti, the power of catastrophe also entered Zhunti's body.

The result made him quite satisfied. Just a little power of catastrophe cut Zhunti's three to five hundred years of Taoism.

"This Zhunti ran fast, anyway, the little monk is gone."

Hearing Wukong's call, Jin Chan, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, jumped up.

Changing his rebellious attitude, he walked to Wukong with a flattering smile on his face.

"My lord, where are you going?"

It's no wonder that Jin Chan's attitude has changed so drastically before and after.

This is very prehistoric.

Among the different races in the prehistoric world, the one with the big fist is the master, not to mention that Jin Chan was once beaten to death by Wukong.

Facing Wukong, Jin Chan couldn't feel any resistance in her heart, only a deep surrender.

"How do I know, are you a Buddhist or I? Lead the way!"

Wukong slapped Jin Chan on the bald head and yelled loudly.

"What the great sage taught me is that the little monk is being abrupt, and the great sage will go this way."

Jin Chan didn't care too much, but just focused on leading the way.

Seeing Jin Chan being so knowledgeable, Wukong was very satisfied and didn't want to find fault.

"Little monk, who are the people who learned the scriptures this time, and what forces do they come from?"

"Back to the Great Sage, apart from the little monk, there are two people from Heavenly Court and one from Dragon Palace."

"Oh, when will they join us?"

Hearing this, Jin Chan smiled awkwardly.

"Great Sage, in order to manifest the Dharma, the rest of the people need to be subdued by the Great Sage. And..."

"And what, don't make a fool of yourself."

"Crack" Jin Chan's bald head was slapped again.

"And the deeds of the great sage will be used as a missionary tool to spread in Nanzhan Buzhou."

Fearing that Wukong would be unhappy, Jin Chan quickly walked a few steps away from Wukong's palm.

Sun Wukong fell into deep thought in the back.

"Qi Ling, do you think that if I expose the sect now, will it drag the sect into catastrophe?"

This was the first thought that came to Wukong's mind when he heard that his deeds would be widely spread.

He is still obsessed with Fangcun's identity as a disciple.

He hoped that when talking about him, it wasn't the Buddhist Monkey King, or the Fangcun Monkey King.

This was also what Xia Qihong thought.

The spread of Buddhism's Journey to the West is nothing more than expanding the influence of Buddhism and laying the foundation for the subsequent transmission of Mahayana teachings.

If Wukong declares himself to be a master, it will inevitably reduce the influence of Buddhism and provide help for rewriting the ending.

Moreover, Hongjun also promised that the matter of Journey to the West will be decided by Wukong, so Fangcun's lineage will not be involved.

The reason why Bodhi Taoist expelled Wukong from the teacher's school was to preserve the fire.

Now the opportunity to destroy Hongjun's plan is in front of him, even if it is involved, with Master's character, he must be in favor.

Thinking of this, Xia Qihong pondered for a moment and said:

"To a large extent, the one who won't interfere with your decision, but it doesn't rule out the one who doesn't care about face."

After listening to Xia Qihong's analysis, Wukong stopped talking and followed Jin Chan silently, wondering what he was thinking.

"Great Sage, Great Sage?"

Jin Chan's voice interrupted Wukong's meditation.

"What's the matter, if it's nothing serious, be careful of your crutches."

The interrupted Wukong angrily threatened Jinchan.

"My lord, this is where the third prince of Xihai is waiting."

Jin Chan tremblingly pointed to a canyon called Yingshoujian in front of her.

Wukong stepped forward and saw that it was indeed a dangerous place.

There is a distance of three to five feet between the two Wanrenxiong Mountains, connected by vines in the middle.

Below it is a bottomless river.

Sure enough, birds are hard to cross!

Wukong didn't speak, just looked at Jinchan quietly.

Jin Chan felt a little hairy, and asked bravely:

"Why does the Great Sage look at the little monk like this?"

Wukong still didn't speak, and moved his chin towards the mountain stream.

Although Jin Chan is a young monk who is dissatisfied with double ten in this life, but the body is an old ghost who has survived since ancient times. How could he not understand what Wukong meant.

"Great Sage, you are the one to surrender, not me."

Jin Chan said to Wukong with a mournful face.

"Your family leader said that everything is up to me to decide, if you shirk again, be careful."

After speaking, Wukong called out the golden cudgel and pushed the golden cicada towards the edge of the cliff.

Feeling the push back from the golden cudgel, Jin Chan threw his heart out and jumped down.

I thought it was a trip to learn Buddhist scriptures on a beautiful mission, but I was afraid it would turn into a trip to die.

After a while, a young man with a face like a crown jade and a tall and straight figure followed Jin Chan to Wukong.

Before Jin Chan introduced him, the young man respectfully bowed to Wukong.

"I saw my uncle."

"Haha, hundreds of years have passed, it's hard for you to remember the old grandson."

"Uncle Yingzi won't dare to forget even for a thousand years."

The third prince flattered Wukong skillfully, which made Wukong quite comfortable.

"Okay, don't be too polite, nephew, your Dragon Palace and the Western religion are in the same boat, why are you helping Buddhism this time?"

The third prince glanced at Jin Chan, but said nothing.

Seeing the difficulty of the third prince, Wukong laughed.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all our own people."

When Jin Chan heard this, her heart felt a little queasy, who the hell is with you.

"Uncle Haojiao learned that it is really a last resort for us, Dragon Palace, to help Buddhism this time. The way of heaven has destined Buddhism to prosper this time. My Dragon Palace can't go against the sky. In the past, Western religions wanted their sons and daughters to serve as eight dragons. My Dragon Palace did not Yun, this time, this time, alas."

"Good nephew, don't worry. After arriving at Lingshan, Lao Sun will talk to Zhun Ti Haosheng, how can my Lao Sun's nephew be a servant?"

Jin Chan on the side heard that the number of uncles and nephews fell to the west, so embarrassed, and finally the two of them finished talking, Jin Chan said with a smile.

"My lord, let's go."

Turning around, he said to the third prince again, "Third prince, if there is no change, when will it be?"

The third prince swung his body and turned into an unusually handsome white dragon horse.

"Great Sage, this white dragon horse is my mount..."

Jin Chan, who was about to get on the horse, caught a glimpse of Wukong's expression, and immediately continued:

"But how can the little monk He De, the dragon horse is not going to carry the great sage."

Seeing Wukong's expression turned pale, Jin Chan breathed a sigh of relief.

This Sun Wukong is really difficult to wait on, he slaps him every now and then, but fortunately he sees the opportunity quickly, and if he doesn't let him, he has to be slapped again. Doesn't he want to lose face?

"Snapped"

Jin Chan's bald head was slapped again by Wu Kong.

"Why are you in a daze, you haven't come to lead the horse and lead the way."

"Haha, Great Sage, let's go this way."

Jin Chan, who was sober after being fanned, walked up to the horse with a smile on her face, took the rein and walked down the mountain.

In the setting sun, a young man with a hairy face is sitting on an extraordinary white dragon horse and is being led slowly down the mountain by a young monk with a jade face. This scene is both harmonious and strange.