On the way to learn the scriptures, I had a basic relationship with my love rival.

The two little dragons have long since discovered that the Buddha inside is a fake.

Although they have never seen the Buddha with their own eyes, they have been wrapped in cassocks, blessed by the Buddha, and can eat. They are very familiar with the breath of the Buddha.

Therefore, when they entered Xiaoleiyin Temple and saw the Buddha's face for the first time, they knew that the person sitting in front of them was a fake Buddha.

But Qi Yue didn't say anything, and the little dragons didn't say anything obediently, they just looked around curiously.It wasn't until they left the Xiaoleiyin Temple that one could not help asking.

He lowered his voice and leaned into Qiyue's ear to speak, his voice was very small and light.

The little one couldn't even hear Tang Seng in front of him at all.

However, except for Tang Seng, everyone is not an ordinary person.Even the cry of an ant might not be able to hide it from their ears.

On Putuo, Guanyin, who was watching all this, raised his hand, and the picture in the mirror disappeared without a trace.She didn't have to look any further to know what was going to happen.

"Bodhisattva, can they break the yellow eyebrows and take away the scriptures?" Red Boy asked.

Avalokitesvara shook his head: "No. After all, Huangmei is a boy who played for Maitreya Buddha. This time, he brought a few musical instruments with him. One is a chime hammer and the other is a cymbal. They are both very powerful. .”

And here, with the sound of "dong", the temple gate of Xiaoleiyin Temple was closed heavily.

Zhu Bajie and Monkey King, who were holding the scriptures, were stopped at the door.

Qi Yue hurriedly turned around, kicked open the temple door, and rushed back with Chong Jiu.

The temple gate wobbled and fell.

And Tang Seng was still shouting on Sand Monk's shoulder: "Buddha, Buddha!"

"Hahahaha." The fake Buddha looked up to the sky and laughed.His identity was exposed, and he was finally able to make a move.

He looked at the two little dragons who were at a loss above Qi Yue's head.Look, look, what a sincere child!

Sure enough, children are the cutest people, they have the innocence and kindness that they should have at this age.

It's not like these scripture learners at all. They clearly know that the scriptures should not be taken like this, but they still want to take advantage of the loopholes. They clearly see that the Buddha is a fake, but they still keep silent and do not expose it. Even the most basic trust between people All gone.

"I was discovered by you, yes, I am the fake Buddha!" ​​The fake Buddha said proudly.

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie shook their heads together: "No, no, you are the real Buddha, the real Buddha."

"I am a fake Buddha, a monster." The fake Buddha said.

"You are a real Buddha, not a monster." Sun Wukong said hastily.

"I'm a monster, I'm the King of Yellow Eyebrows." As the fake Buddha said, his appearance began to change, becoming a fairy with yellow eyebrows.His eyebrows are very long, extending from the eye sockets to the corners of his mouth.

"Buddha, don't be joking." Zhu Bajie held the book, "My old pig will carry the scriptures and go back to Tang Dynasty, and I won't come to the west to bother you old man."

"Put down the scriptures." The Yellow-Browed King shouted.

"How can there be any reason to take something back after giving it to someone else?" Qi Yue couldn't help but say.

"That's right, Buddha, don't be too stingy." Zhu Bajie curled his lips, "I just ate your meal and took a few books from you. As for being so fussy with me?"

"Bah." The Yellow-browed King said angrily, "Hand over the scriptures, otherwise, none of you will leave!"

Sun Wukong was too lazy to make excuses, he saw that it was useless to talk, so he put down the scriptures and took out the stick.He pointed at the Yellow-browed King and said, "If you are really the old man of the Buddha, my grandson will give you three points of face. But you, a counterfeit who came out of nowhere, dare to take it from my grandson." robbing?"

"Why don't you dare. You have a stick, but I don't have one?" The Yellow-browed King said, and also took out a stick.

His stick is black, without any luster, short and fat, just like a mallet.

Sun Wukong couldn't help laughing, he danced his slender, shining golden cudgel: "Just your thing, is it worthy of being called a stick? Look at my baby."

"That baby of yours is useful." The Yellow-Browed King sneered.

"Then what's the use of your broken stick?" Monkey King asked back.

"This stick of mine can be thick or thin, hard or soft, it really has infinite uses." The Yellow Browed King laughed.

Everyone: "..."

"Daddy, Daddy, what is the use of this monster's stick?" the two little dragons asked in unison.

"Don't talk so much nonsense." Qi Yue bent his fingers and knocked on their foreheads.

The two little dragons opened their eyes aggrievedly, flew into Chong Jiu's arms, and rubbed their heads against Chong Jiu's chest: "Mother, Daddy hit me, Daddy hit me."

Chongjiu held Xiaolong in his arms and kissed him.And Qi Yue had already taken out his silver gun, and went up to fight with the Yellow-browed King.

This time, it was really the most concerted effort of the brothers.

Monkey King rushed to the forefront, taking the lead, dancing with a golden cudgel until only afterimages were seen.Zhu Bajie can only attack but not defend, he works hard without complaint, relying on his thick skin, he was beaten a few times by the yellow-haired king without pain.The Drifting Monk stopped playing soy sauce, and showed his real skills, chopping and patting around with a crescent stick, specifically to greet the yellow-browed king's weak spots, and secretly poking and making some small moves.

Qi Yue walked around behind the Yellow-browed King and poked his ass with a gun, yelling: "Your stick is no good, let you taste the taste of my silver gun, and I will make you feel good."

For the sake of the scriptures, the four of them let go of their hands and feet and worked hard.In the past, when fighting monsters, everyone was lazy and slippery, and they could play four or five points at most with ten points of combat power, but at this moment, they could not play more than twelve points.

Tang Seng looked at it in confusion, hating in his heart, these apprentices, when I was captured by monsters, why have I never fought so hard before!

The Yellow-browed King is highly skilled in martial arts, and the club in his hands is really superb, but facing the four people who have tried their best, they are still at a disadvantage.

Not to mention that outside the circle there was Chong Jiu who was holding a little dragon, spitting snake venom at him from time to time.The little dragon in his arms followed suit, opening his mouth to spit at the Yellow-browed Immortal.

"Little baby, don't spit indiscriminately. Didn't your parents teach you?" The Yellow-browed Immortal couldn't help but say.

"I haven't taught it before." Qi Yue said, poking the silver gun again in his hand, and at the same time he set an example and spit out a big mouthful of saliva at the yellow-browed fairy.

"Spit well, spit well. The dragons just spit." Sun Wukong laughed, and threw a few more sticks at the Yellow-browed King.

The king with yellow eyebrows couldn't beat him, so he took a few steps back helplessly, and said, "Little Lizi, don't be so arrogant, look at my other treasure."

"What treasures do you have, use them quickly!" Monkey King said, but his subordinates did not relax at all.

In his busy schedule, the Yellow-browed King took out a gleaming golden cymbal from his pocket.

Cymbals are a musical instrument consisting of two plate-sized disks with a bulge in the middle, and when the two pieces collide, they can produce crisp and loud sounds.

The Yellow-browed King held the golden cymbal in his hand, stepped back two steps, put his hands together, and smashed it with a "bang".

Everyone immediately stayed in place as if they had been hit hard.

The Yellow-Browed King continued to knock with a "boom-boom-boom".Not only did he knock loudly, but he knocked without any rhythm, which made people listen to it, causing upset and headaches, not to mention fighting, he didn't even have the strength to raise a weapon.

Several people backed away holding their heads, and even the two little dragons drooped their ears quickly.

The Yellow-Browed King laughed loudly, and continued to knock on the cymbals in his hand.

"Master, recite the scriptures quickly!" Sun Wukong shouted.

Hearing the words, Tang Monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and began to recite the scriptures.

At first, only the sound of cymbals could be heard, but immediately, Tang Seng's chanting became louder and louder, and the two voices began to fight against each other.

Although the sound of golden cymbals is unpleasant, the sound of Tang Seng's chanting can not be let down.

Tang Seng gradually entered the state, and the sound of chanting became louder and louder.The Yellow-browed King shook his hands, and the rhythm of the cymbals was unexpectedly distracted.

Chong Jiu had already carried the two little dragons away from the wrong place, and the other four also hurried away.

"Boom." There was another cymbal.

The sound of cymbals and the sound of chanting echo each other, forming a double effect.

This time, even the Yellow-Browed King himself couldn't stand it anymore.He took a few steps back, his face suddenly white.

He didn't believe in evil, his hands were shaking, and he tried to hit the cymbal again.

But he listened to the horrible sound of chanting scriptures, and searched for it, but he still couldn't find the rhythm of his cymbals.

He tried to knock it, but it was not in the tune he was familiar with at all.The sound that came out was superimposed with the sound of Tang Seng's chanting, and the Yellow-browed King couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. His throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed into his mouth, almost spitting out.

But at this moment, you must not show your timidity.The Yellow-browed King gritted his teeth and swallowed the mouthful of blood forcefully.

"Master, don't read it!" Sun Wukong shouted.

Tang Seng then stopped chanting and opened his eyes.

The Yellow-Browed King swayed on the spot, fearful, and dared not strike the cymbals again.

The four brothers were overjoyed, and rushed forward at the same time, ready to subdue the monster, took the scriptures and left.As for learning from the Western Paradise?Who cares about him.

The Yellow-Browed King was not afraid, he forced a smile, raised the golden cymbal in his hand and said: "My treasure, it has a magical effect."

"What magical effect?" Sun Wukong asked.

"It can be opened or closed, loosened or tightened, hehe." The Yellow Browed King smiled strangely.

Everyone: "..."

The four picked up the guy and stepped forward.But I saw the king with yellow eyebrows throwing the golden cymbal into the air.

In an instant, the golden cymbal opened, became bigger, and covered the crowd.

"Not good." Sun Wukong shouted, planning to escape with a somersault.

The two cymbals closed heavily, shutting everyone in.

The Yellow-Browed King let out a breath, patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's okay, they didn't snatch the scriptures away."