With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

"Yes, yes. This Amitabha Buddha is too stingy, and he only gave you two acquired treasures, Master."

"He also has the nerve to make a move."

Xuanzang raised his eyebrows.

"Wukong, listen to what you mean, you have a lot of good babies?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Of course."

"Master, don't think that my old grandson usually only uses the golden cudgel, that's the only one he can use."

"And this stick is also an innate spiritual treasure."

"The day after tomorrow baby or something, my grandson always holds it as a toy."

Xuanzang heard it.

came to be interested.

"Then why don't you show it to the teacher?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

Take out a robe.

The robe looks like a Taoist robe, with bright precious light, strange fragrance bursting out, and runes flowing.

"Master, look, this myriad transformation Taoist robe is much better than your tattered cassock."

"A low-grade congenital spiritual treasure. Ten thousand dharmas cannot be invaded, and water and fire are not close."

"Let's not talk about this ordinary fire, even the thunderous purple fire of that court, you can't get close to it."

"Master, do you want it?"

Xuanzang stared.

"The poor monk is a monk, so it is inappropriate to wear Taoist robes."

Monkey King then took out another treasure.

This is a lamp.

This lamp has eight palaces and eight anises, and the Yin and Yang of the eight trigrams are positive.

On the octagon, each rune flashes.

inside the lamp.

There is a mass of purple fire.

"Master, look at this, it's called Bagua Jinggong Lantern."

"There is a sky-burning purple fire inside this lamp. This fire is so powerful that it has the ability to burn the sky and boil the sea."

"The ordinary fire outside is just a fart in front of the burning sky purple fire."

"Master, do you want it?"

Xuanzang glared at the monkey again.

"It's starting a fire, and you're taking a better one. Is it appropriate?"

Sun Wukong thought for a while.

So he took out a pair of pokers.

Seems unremarkable.

Take it out.

The fire outside is three points weaker.

While waving, there is even more mysterious and divine power.

Sun Wukong held up the tongs as if offering a treasure.

"This is the fire press tongs, it can overcome all kinds of fires."

"As long as it's the flames that exist in this prehistoric world, it's nothing to worry about under these pokers."

"Master, don't you believe it, if my old grandson really wants to extinguish the fire outside."

"Just a wave. It's done."

Xuanzang looked Sun Wukong up and down.

"This time, why don't you ask if you want to be a teacher?"

Sun Wukong quickly put away the tongs.

"I can't do this, my mother gave it to me, I can't give it to you, Master."

Xuanzang was not only not angry, but smiled with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad, you are a filial monkey."

"No matter what is given by mother, no matter how high or low, it cannot be given to others."

"However, I'm a little curious as a teacher."

"What kind of mother can give birth to a monkey like you?"

As soon as Monkey King mentioned this, he became excited.

"Back then, my mother and my father mended the sky together."

"After the sky is mended, there is one more stone to mend the sky."

"That piece is my grandson."

Xuanzang blinked with interest.

"This paragraph, let me talk about it in detail with my teacher."

The fire was raging outside the Zen room.

In the meditation room, the storytelling session began.

Chapter 427

The three masters and apprentices told stories all night in the meditation room.

Successfully narrowed the relationship between each other.

of course.

Xiaobai's excessive request to become a horse again was rejected.

The night passed.

The next morning.

The three masters and apprentices walked out of the meditation room, and saw that the originally simple and strong Buddhist temple had turned into a white space.

Not only the Chanyuan, but also most of the mountain where the Chanyuan was located was burned down.

Monkey King just glanced at it, and his golden eyes lit up.

"Master, this fire was extinguished by sorcery and Taoism."

Little Bai Aolie's spiritual thoughts swept across the entire monastery, with a long donkey face.

Showing a playful expression.

"Not a single monk died? Interesting."

The voice just fell.

I saw a black-faced man, a white-clothed scholar, and a gray-robed Taoist priest coming out of the corner.

behind them.

Follow the more than two hundred evil monks.

"stop!"

The black-faced man scolded angrily.

There is a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers with anger.

Xuanzang sat on Xiaobai's back, lowered his head and hurried on his way.

Sun Wukong was carrying the golden cudgel, bowed his head and hurried on his way.

Xiaobai, carrying Xuanzang on his back, hurried on with his head bowed.

Like a gust of wind, like a cloud of smoke.

Leave gently.

Do not take away a cloud.

The three silhouettes of master and apprentice passed through the three leaders.

Add a group of evil monks.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost!"

Wait until the master and apprentice are far away.

Guang Zhicai suddenly exclaimed.

The voice was high-pitched and thin, as if some part had been cut off.

Guangzhi was tired all night just to put out the fire.

Suddenly his face turned from white to yellow.

From yellow to green again.

Foaming at the mouth, he fell to the ground and died.

It turned out that he had been pushed to the critical point by all the visions.

Now I saw Xuanzang, master and disciple three passing through like phantom blue smoke.

Unable to bear it any longer, he was frightened to death.

"Ghost, ghost, hahaha, ghost, they're all dead, they're all dead."

Seeing that Guangzhi was frightened to death, Guangmou also collapsed.

Yelled wildly.

Crying and laughing, he stumbled and ran down the mountain.

The remaining evil monks.

Either they were frightened crazy, or they scattered like birds and beasts.

But it's all gone for a while.

These evil monks have done a lot of bad things.

Originally, there was also a Buddhist monastery for protection, which was more or less protected by a trace of Eastern Buddhism.

This was not punished.

Now the monastery is gone.

The retribution of these evil monks is coming.

The black-faced man and his party looked at everything in front of them in a daze.

For a while.

The Taoist just slapped his thigh.

"Brother, that just now seemed to be a method of pinching smoke to turn wind."

The so-called pinching smoke to transform the wind does not have a certain magical power of Taoism, but a category of Taoism.

And it is the basic Taoism.