I opened a martial arts gym in Journey to the West, and deduced the Immortal Sutra at the beginning

The Guanyin Temple has been turned into a piece of scorched earth.

"Apprentices, just rest here, I really can't walk as a teacher."

The instinctive monk is a monk who can't bear hardships.

After walking hundreds of miles on the mountain road, even with a dragon and a horse instead, he still felt uncomfortable sitting.

Just after noon, he began to clamor for a rest.

Sun Wukong snorted and stopped.

"Wukong, go and alms for the teacher."

The Instinct Monk yelled loudly.

Monkey King rolled his eyes and was ready to go.

Ao Lie stood up at this time, "Master, the mountains are deep here and the road is far away. It may take a long time for senior brother to go alone for alms."

"Why don't I go with Eldest Brother."

Monk Instinct looked worriedly to the left and right, "What if there are monsters coming?"

Ao Lie smiled, "Master, don't be afraid."

He drew out a long sword and stuck it in front of the instinctive monk.

"With this sword, even if monsters come, it is impossible to hurt Master."

"Brother and I will go back quickly, so that the master won't be hungry."

Monk Instinct thought it was reasonable, so he nodded in agreement.

Ao Lie left with Monkey King.

As soon as he walked away, Sun Wukong stared at Ao Lie, "That sword is just ordinary iron, and you haven't cast any spells, so how can it have any protective effect?"

Ao Lie smiled, "Of course, the monk died as soon as he died, so what does it have to do with you and me?"

Monkey King was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Ao Lie said in a low voice: "I have received news that important members of Buddhism, such as Randeng, Maitreya, Guanyin, Puxian, Manjusri, and Dizang, have died in succession."

"Now Lingshan's luck is extremely weak, if we don't run at this time, when will we wait?"

Sun Wukong opened his eyes wide, "Are you serious?"

Ao Lie spread his hands, "Brother, it depends on whether you believe it or not. If you believe it, it is true."

Sun Wukong's eyes flickered, "But I have a golden hoop."

Ao Lie snorted, "Even if there is no golden hoop, do you still have a future, big brother? Have you checked it yourself these days? Your future has long been ruined by Buddhism."

Sun Wukong's face was extremely gloomy.

Chapter 150 Wutian enters the stage, Buddhism revives from the ashes

"This Western Paradise, it doesn't matter if you don't go!"

Sun Wukong's face sank like water.

Since Ao Lie joined the westbound team these days, he has not less than preached the bad deeds of Buddhism to Sun Wukong.

What big Luo Jinxian, what piercing eyes, what King Kong does not damage the body!

These seemingly awesome supernatural powers are all reducing his blood talent and locking it firmly under the control of the Buddhist sect.

These days of ideological indoctrination made Monkey King aware.

What I should hate the most is Buddhism, not Heaven!

"That black bear spirit, can he kill that bald donkey?" Sun Wukong asked.

"I'm afraid it can only hurt the physical body, but not destroy the primordial spirit!"

"Then you go back with my old grandson and help...that black bear spirit!"

The two of them did what they said, picked up the things in their hands and went back, begging for alms or something, people who are dying don't have to eat!

……

Sure enough, when the two returned to the monk instinct, they saw a black bear rushing towards the bald head with its teeth and claws.

"Humph!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, you will definitely die here today!

"Disciple, come and rescue me as a teacher!" Monk Instinct was terrified, this black bear spirit was more than ten feet tall, and he appeared from nowhere.

"Master, my grandson, come to save you!"

A playful look appeared on Sun Wukong's face, and then the golden cudgel flew out with a whoosh.

Smash the instinctive monk into minced meat!

"How do you know I like minced meat?"

Hei Xiongjing grinned and rushed up to eat the ground meat, only to see a primordial spirit flying out of it.

The Primordial Spirit of the Instinct Monk (Jin Chanzi)!

Sun Wukong recalled the golden cudgel, jumped up and hit it with another stick, but saw a burst of black smoke rising from the primordial spirit!

The primordial spirit was instantly indestructible, and bounced the stick back!

"My old grandson can't break that thing!"

"How is this possible, it's just a wisp of primordial spirit!"

Ao Lie was puzzled, thinking that the monkey grandson retreated before the battle, so he had to throw the sword in his hand, but was still bounced back by the black-spirited primordial spirit!

! !

"Hahaha, Wutian Buddha came just in time!"

Jin Chanzi's primordial spirit laughed wildly, but the faintly visible seven orifices were pitch black, obviously bewitched.

A monkey and a dragon immediately stood on end, and they looked at each other speechlessly!

No matter how unbearable Jin Chanzi was, if he came to be the second disciple of the Buddha, how could he easily become a demon?

……

On the other side, above the void.

Xuan Chen waved his hands at will, moving time and space.

He should have been smiling just after he had wiped out the Buddhist sect, but at this moment his brows and eyes were not very happy.

He sees:

After receiving Zhunti and Zhunti to spy on the secrets to no avail, he chose to guide the Tathagata to release Wutian Buddha, who represents his evil side!

Wutian Buddha, the most evil side of the Buddha, holds sixteen relics!

Wutian Buddha eroded Tathagata on the spot, and the two merged into one, representing the head of Buddhism, the Buddha was blackened on the spot, and the entire Buddhism began to distort from the root, falling into the magic way!

The sixteen relics returned to their places, and Ran Deng, Avalokitesvara, Manjushri, etc., were revived collectively!

After all the buddhists became enchanted collectively, their cultivation bases all rose, and their overall strength was faintly suppressing all the immortals in the heavenly court!

In addition, in the 81 disaster set by Buddhism, all the goblins began to distort, their strength increased greatly and they could not be educated!

Blackening is three times stronger, and whitewashing is three times weaker.

Buddhism is still there, and Journey to the West is still there.

Jieyin and Zhunti have seen this wave of pictures, and they intend to fight to the death with Tianting, and directly grab their luck!

In addition, Wutian was also able to get the most important No. 17 relics by means of the hand of Measuring Tribulation.

Because the No.17 relic is Monkey King, of course it is also the most important one!

"Conspiracy can't be played anymore, start playing Yangmou!"

"Acceptance, quasi-mention."

Xuan Chen sneered, these two old boys have worked so hard to get the luck of this catastrophe that there is no lower limit!

He had a hunch that this Journey to the West calamity would turn into a pure murder!

As the strength of the monsters becomes stronger and their desires multiply, it is the human race along the way who will suffer!

In addition, the Heavenly Court, which is torn apart from Buddhism, will definitely try its best to obstruct it. When the two sides fight, it will definitely be earth-shattering, with countless casualties!

Xuan Chen had the idea of ​​destroying the two saints.

But the saint is in harmony with the way of heaven and is blessed by the way of heaven.

Now he is only a quasi-sage, and has not yet reached the level of a great saint, so he cannot take the place of Tian Dao for the time being.

"In this case, the owner of the museum will move the chessboard and play two moves with you!"

The unhappiness just passed by for a moment, Xuan Chen used the precious art of mantis to cut through time and space, and came to the vicinity of the Guanyin Temple in one step.

at this time……

Monkey King and Ao Lie are copying guys, fighting with the soul of the golden cicada.

"A mere primordial spirit, how can it be so difficult!"

Sun Hou knocked no less than thousands of sticks on the Yuanshen that was emitting black smoke, and almost knocked the stick crookedly, but he still didn't see any weakness in that guy.

Bai Longma bombarded him with his dragon fist countless times, and his fists were smoking, but the golden cicada was still surprisingly stiff!

"Hahaha! I have the blessing of Buddha Wutian's relic, you can't hurt me!"

Jin Chanzi laughed out loud, he thought he was going to die just a second ago.

Now with Wutian's direct protection, even if the quasi-sage came up, he might not be able to destroy his primordial spirit!

"Strong!"

Xuan Chen's voice suddenly sounded in Ao Lie's mind.

"Ancestor!"

Hearing Xuan Chen's voice, Ao Lie's eyes flashed brightly, the ancestor must have come to help me!

"I have a chance with you, I hope you can help my Dragon Clan snatch the merit and luck of this Journey to the West!"

After all, a huge palm covered the sky and the sun, covering the world in shadow.All cause and effect are cut off, even a saint cannot investigate.

Another hand stretched out from the space, grabbing the pitch-black primordial spirit of the golden cicada.

"Ahh! Who is it, who is it!"

Jin Chanzi, who was still complacent, suddenly felt the surging pressure from all directions, and the entire soul was compressed on the spot, shrinking to the size of a fist.

Liu Shenfa, endless life!

The black bear spirit, who had been watching the battle with its neck curled up, suddenly vomited, and a large piece of minced meat spit out from its mouth, and then combined with the puddle of minced meat on the ground, returning to the appearance of a monk.

The instinct monk has no eyes, because he only has a body but no soul.

The fist-sized Jin Chanzi Yuanshen was controlled and stuffed into the instinctive monk's body, sealed at the dantian, and had no chance to control this physical body.

Afterwards, the black bear spirit exploded into powder all over the sky.

Its primordial spirit flew out, stunned for a moment.

"This is me, am I dead..."

The black bear muttered.

"Do you still want to eat monk meat?" Xuan Chen's playful voice sounded in his ears.

"Think!" Even though only Yuanshen was left, the black bear spirit's greediness remained unchanged, and invisible saliva flowed from his mouth immediately.

"You pretend to be a monk and follow those two people to the Lingshan Mountain. The Lingshan Mountain is full of great monks with delicate skin and tender flesh!"

Xuan Chen laughed.

"Oh! I'm going to Lingshan!"

The black bear spirit was full of excitement, and with a whimper, he got into the dull-eyed body of the instinctive monk.