My believers are time travelers

It was still dark, and the two walked to a village at the foot of the mountain.

The farmers at the bottom of the mountain were working hard to harvest the golden rice in the field before the heavy rain came.

"Holy Monk, we have not been lazy, and the harvest will be finished tonight."

The busy farmers saw Jin Chan wearing a monk's robe from a distance, and they all came to the side of the road and knelt down to salute.

"Old man, you have misunderstood the person, we are passing by."

In front of the people, Jin Chan chatted with the farmer kindly like an eminent monk.

At this time, the leading farmer who was kneeling on the ground dared to look up and look at Jin Chan by the light.

Seeing that it was indeed not the monk in charge here, the farmer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old man, I was on my way and missed the post station. I don't know where I can stay overnight."

"If the master wants to stay in the shop, he can only stay in the Guanyin Temple in front of him within a hundred miles."

"Oh, I see that there are so many people here, why only Guanyin Temple can live there? Could it be that the old man doesn't worship Buddha?"

"Master, be careful with your words. It's not that the old man doesn't respect the Buddha, but that the property of the Guanyin Temple is within a hundred miles, and the old man is also the tenant of the temple."

Hearing what the old man said, Jin Chan sang the Buddha's name and walked towards the Guanyin Temple.

"Master, please hurry up, it's getting late, there may be ogres and monsters haunting you."

Hearing this, Wukong laughed loudly:

"Thank you, old man. I am the grandfather of the monster. No monster would dare to eat me."

"You hairy-faced monk, your mouth is really poor."

Wukong on the horse couldn't see it. When the farmer said that there was an ogre, Jinchan's face flashed with surprise, as if he remembered something, and then returned to normal.

After walking about 10 miles, a resplendent Buddhist temple appeared in front of the road.

Jin Chan knocked on the door, and a welcoming monk came out.

In a few words, the matter of the two staying together was finalized.

Following behind the Zhike monk, Wukong looked around and frowned slightly.

He sensed the breath of mixed blood.

This is very strange. Now Nanzhan Buzhou's aura is exhausted, and the path of practice has long been blocked. How did this monk obtain the method of practice?

Soon his doubts got understood.

It is heard that an eminent monk who has made a great wish to go to Lingshan to seek the scriptures stayed overnight and presided over the visit.

Looking at the abbot with a hunched back and foreign objects writhing constantly under his monk's robe, Wukong knew that he was the source of the miscellaneous blood here.

All the monks in the courtyard practiced the exercises he taught and changed their blood.

Aware of Wukong's cultivation, the host asked Jin Chan.

"Dare to ask the holy monk, who is this?"

Jin Chan cast a pleading look at Wukong, and said bravely:

"This is my guardian vajra, protecting me to go to Lingshan to seek the scriptures."

The host was overjoyed upon hearing this, and stood up and bowed to Jin Chan.

"Holy Monk, I have something to ask."

"The host please speak."

Jin Chan helped the host up and continued, "You and I are both monks, so we should support each other."

"To be honest, this Guanyin Temple is at a critical moment of life and death!"

Under the host's narration, the two learned that a monster appeared in the mountain not long ago.

Cannibalism is practiced at every turn, and the host wanted to wipe it out, but he was not the opponent of that monster.

The repeated attacks made the monsters even more angry, and they would come to the Guanyin Temple to attack on the night of the full moon, and everyone in the temple was in danger.

"Where is that monster hiding?"

Wukong was furious when he heard the words. You must know that the monster race is transformed by the aura of heaven and earth.

Naturally eat the wind and drink the dew, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to practice.

But once the demon devours the flesh and blood of the living beings, he falls into a demonic way and is called a demon.

The way of magic, created by Rahu, is a prehistoric creature, everyone can get it and kill it.

"It's in the Black Wind Mountain."

"Okay! Wait for a while, the old grandson will come back as soon as he goes."

Seeing Wukong leaving against the wind, the host continued to chat with Jinchan with a happy face.

But what Jin Chan said next changed his expression drastically.

……

According to the instructions of the host, Wukong rode the clouds all the way to the Black Wind Mountain.

This Black Wind Mountain is rare, and it is a paradise for all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts.

Seeing that the Black Wind Mountain is quite big, there will be no trace of the monster for a while, Wukong squeezed the magic formula with his hands, and muttered words in his mouth.

Moments later a masked woman appeared before him riding a black panther.

"Shan Gui, where is this Heifeng Mountain monster?"

This masked woman is the mountain god of Heifeng Mountain, named Mountain Ghost.

In the past, when Sun Wukong became the king and ancestor in Huaguo Mountain, he made friends all over the world. The famous mountain god Hebo and the big monster Juqing all drank wine.

"It turned out to be Sun Dasheng, who was far away."

The faint voice of the mountain ghost rang in Wukong's mind.

"However, there are no monsters in my Black Wind Mountain, but there is one in the Monster Race."

"Oh, what is the origin of this demon clan, and where does it live now?"

"This monster belongs to the iron-eating beast clan and lives in the Black Wind Cave in the southeast."

"Thank you so much. The mountain ghost is now surrounded by Lao Sun Jieli, so it is inconvenient to get close to you. After Lao Sun has done his business, he will come to find you for a drink."

After finishing speaking, Wukong flew towards the Black Wind Cave pointed by the mountain ghost.

"Shan Gui, why didn't you tell the Great Sage the truth?"

After Wukong's figure disappeared, the black panther under the mountain ghost suddenly spoke out.

"I was born as a ghost, and I have tried my best to protect myself in this world. How can I still be involved in such disputes? Haven't I seen someone as strong as Sun Dasheng who is also trapped in a catastrophe and cannot save himself?"

The mountain ghost's figure slowly faded away, leaving only this cold voice floating in the mountains.

This is the portrayal of most of the living beings in the prehistoric world today, sweeping the snow in front of their own doors, and not caring about the frost on others.

Following the guidance of the mountain ghost, Wukong found the Black Wind Cave.

There are two rows of crystal green bamboos planted outside the Batu Cave, and not far away is surrounded by a small stream that was moved by human power, which looks quite elegant.

"This fellow is quite elegant, he is a refined monster."

Seeing that no one was guarding the cave, Wukong also went straight in.

"Ah!~~"

A girl's scream sounded in the cave, and after a while, Monkey King ran out of the cave in a panic as if fleeing.

Behind him was a delicate girl with animal ears.

"Deng Tuzi stopped, looked at my aunt's feet and wanted to run, look at the beating."

I saw this girl holding two gossip purple gold hammers in her hands, wearing a black and white leather jacket, the muscles under the clothes were high and bulging, which didn't match her delicate and lovely face.

"This girl, listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation!"

It turned out that when Wukong entered the cave just now, he happened to see this woman preparing to take a bath, saw her jade feet, and was chased out by the angry girl.

"If there is anything to explain, I've read it all, and let my aunt hit it twice, and the matter will be settled."

As soon as Wukong heard that it made sense, he did read it himself. What's the use of explaining, it's better to let the girl beat her twice to calm down.

"Boom, boom"

The girl's gossip purple gold hammer hit Wukong without any fancy.

"Hey, I didn't expect your shriveled body to be so resistant?"

The girl was a little surprised, and blurted out looking at the unharmed Wukong.

"Since you were able to catch my two hammers without any injuries, it seems that you are also a good man. It must have been an unintentional mistake just now, hahaha."

The girl laughed boldly, the standard of a good man is that simple.

Wukong looked at the demon clan who had obviously transformed in front of him a little speechlessly, and shook his head.

"Girl, were you captured by the monsters in this Black Wind Cave?"

"No, this is my home, and I live here for generations."

"Oh, what about your adults?"

Just when Wukong was talking, in the Guanyin Temple at the foot of the mountain.

The host knelt in front of Jin Chan and kowtowed like garlic.

"The holy monk forgives the sin, the holy monk forgives the sin."

"Hey, is there a third person who knows about this?"

"Only the orphan in Heifeng Mountain knows, and the rest of the insiders have already been saved."

"This trip to the west is to show the world the compassion of Buddhism and spread the teachings of Buddhism, but why are you such a fool?"

Jin Chan, who was originally calm, felt bad when he heard that the only flaw was in Heifeng Mountain.

Sun Wukong, the son of the catastrophe, is a variable. When the only one encounters a variable, it is very likely...
Just when Jin Chan was thinking secretly, a huge stick fell from the sky without warning.

The entire Guanyin Temple was smashed to pieces, exposing the thing buried deep in the temple.

A nine-story bone stupa!