[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

The smell of the incense in the room is very weak, and even the smoke that floats up is a translucent blue color, which can hardly be noticed by ordinary people, but the ancestor can smell it. Like any panacea, it is said that it can calm the mind and calm the mind, and help practitioners get rid of demons and gradually enter the realm of perfection.

Now, on the desk in the hut, there is a large piece of it, as if you don’t want money.

But the effectiveness of this thing is only rumored, and it is really picky. When you meet your irritable apprentice, burning a whole room of Buddhist incense may not be useful.The ancestor felt that he might have been infected by his own apprentice.

Wukong: Get out!Lie down and look for Liu Er, don't look for me! 【Contemptuous face】

The Tathagata is actually very quiet, sitting there as if in meditation, no matter what the ancestor does, even turning his head away from him, he just smiles, flips through an old Buddhist scripture beside him, and occasionally Read a few words with interest, and the ancestor who read it is upset.

He was angry at first, but Tathagata's move was really sinister, unknowingly suppressing his whole body, although the ancestor also lamented that he was indeed inferior in skills, but he didn't have a good look at him .

As if he knew that this stalemate could not continue, the ancestor would occasionally turn his head and talk to him about Wukong. When he was there, he turned around in circles with him, and didn't make a clear statement for a long time.

"You clearly know that it is doomed for him to come down this time!"

"I know. At the very beginning, he lost all his magic power. Didn't he survive the most dangerous moment?" Tathagata took a good look at him, "Now he has recovered more than half of it, and there is a golden cudgel beside him." And Liu Er, I just don't understand, so what else do you have to worry about?"

"Of course you don't feel sorry for not being your apprentice," the ancestor snorted, and glanced at him, "I know that Wukong is capable, but I don't know what's going on with him right now, so I'm just worried?"

Tathagata was stunned for a while, shook his head, then lowered his head to read the Buddhist scriptures.

"Speak up!" the ancestor became irritable.

"It's not my apprentice, I don't feel bad," Tathagata repeated the old ancestor's words, grinning, "Although you feel bad, but you don't have the ability now."

The ancestor was so angry that he almost dropped the cup in his hand.

He really didn't understand, did Tathagata look for him for so long just to leisurely flip through a Buddhist scripture that he had read badly in front of him?

Isn't this sick?

The old ancestor crazily complained about the abnormality of his senior brother in his heart, but couldn't help but add: "You Tathagata, Wukong is one of the 35 Buddhas anyway, what do you care about?"

Tathagata put down the scriptures in his hand and told him without much thought, "As long as it's about Junior Brother Huaiti, I'll take care of it."

"Wukong's business is my business." The ancestor looked at him with a straight neck, "Then you hurry up and take care of it."

Tathagata retorted him with a smile: "But Junior Brother hasn't seen me for so many years, and it's hard to see me once. His heart and eyes are full of Monkey King. I feel sad, so I don't want to care about it."

Is there really no problem with the logic of your previous sentence and the next sentence? ?

As the Tathagata Buddha, are you really a real man by throwing your temper like this? !

The ancestor was so angry that he covered his heart and gave him a hard look. He never swears, but now pointing at Tathagata's nose, he really wanted to swear.

Tathagata put away the scriptures, looked at him trembling with anger, seemed amused, smiled slightly, and stretched out a hand to help him breathe.

"Junior Brother, don't be angry," Tathagata comforted, "Sun Wukong, no one is better off than him."

Tathagata's voice is low and deep, and what he said will always make people feel at ease, but if the ancestor listens, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

He naturally knew that the ending of this matter was good. When the ancestor knew about Wukong's calamity, he calculated it on purpose, and the final result was obvious.

——Although there are ups and downs, but Fu Lu is with you, and if you survive a catastrophe, you must be diligent.

The old ancestor is entangled, and there are always "waves" and "catastrophes" in the process. Although he knows that the ending is good, and although he knows that Wukong will not have a major event, it is distressing to get hurt accidentally.

The six-eared macaque and the double heart of Wukong are indeed a great help, but this guy has as many thoughts as briquettes, and he is not wholehearted. This time he came here because of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Sometimes, based on the original heart, he will not do his best. ;Golden Cudgel has lived for a long time and knows a lot. He is a magic soldier, and his lethality cannot be underestimated, but his weakness is too obvious. If something happens to Wukong, he will probably be messed up immediately.

As for Shusi's Qingjue Qingyan, the ranks are not enough, and there is no good help.

The ancestor waved away Tathagata's hand and sighed worriedly.

"Junior brother's mind is wandering, it's not on me," Tathagata looked at his expression, and sighed like him, "Even if I'm sitting right in front of you, you don't know to look at me and say something about me. "

He was wearing an old cassock, and at first glance, he looked like a plainly dressed monk, with a gentle smile and soft voice, and seemed to be respectful everywhere, but that was just a "likeness". The person in front of him, even Speaking dissatisfied words also makes people feel that there is no thorn in their side.

Everything he said was right, everything he said was justified.

Tathagata is like this, even if he leaves the lotus seat and gorgeous cassock of the Buddha altar, he is still Tathagata.

This kind of thought has always been lingering in the ancestor's heart, as long as the Tathagata spoke, he would bring up this sentence, and the alarm bell rang in his heart for a long time.

Tathagata silently lowered his head and said nothing else.

But because he didn't speak, it didn't mean that the ancestor who had held back for a long time didn't speak either.

"Do you just want to trap me like this?" When the ancestor was angry, he habitually blew his beard and stared at him. This is one of the necessary moves in the version of the white-bearded old man. But now he looks like a young man, and he has long since lost his beard.

Tathagata looked at him grinning, and his originally tight lips were slightly bent, until he heard the old ancestor's questioning, he didn't take back his smile.

"How can it be called sleepy?" Tathagata retorted him frankly, "Junior Huaiti can go upstairs to rest if you want to eat. There is a small kitchen here, and there are many Buddhist scriptures in the study next door. Although this place is small, it should be there. Everything is there, the scenery is not bad, I can find everything my junior wants, how can I be sleepy?"

Old Ancestor would always be annoyed by his logic, so he didn't want to have another word with him at this time.

"Go and read your Buddhist scriptures!" He roared, thinking of himself coming out with him at that time, he felt boundless remorse, "Don't bother me anymore! Can't I see the scenery?"

If the cell is more advanced, isn't it called a cell?

The ancestor didn't bother to argue with him, anyway, the Tathagata would definitely argue with him with that extremely unflattering smile.It's not that I can't compete with him, I just don't care about logic with this god.The ancestor silently turned his head and ignored Tathagata.

Tathagata smiled connivingly at Junior Brother Huai Ti who called him over and then drove him away. In fact, he still didn't say a word, but judging by the form, he wouldn't listen.

——I am always by your side, so how can it be called sleepy?

Wukong didn't know that his ancestor was so angry at the divine logic attribute that Tathagata usually hides automatically, because he himself is also suffering from brain pain now.

Dou Zhanfo is cleaning up the mess for his first soft heart.

He did not know how many times he pushed out the head of the golden cudgel on the shoulder socket, but he still leaned forward unyieldingly.

"You agree," Jin Chou Bang chuckled, "You love me."

"No..." Wukong denied it. It's not that he's twitchy. It's one thing to be soft-hearted, but another thing to accept it. He glared at him and said, "Don't think too much."

The golden hoop is his thing, after all, he can't be bullied by other people, and blindly avoiding it is not Wukong's behavior style after all.

"Okay," Jin Choubang looked at him, tilted his head slightly, but was still tired and unwilling to walk away, "Anyway, you won't leave me and run out again."

"However, when I went out this time, I met a few human beings," Wukong touched his chin, "they have the breath of listening, so it's not unrewarding, and I have to follow what I left on them. Find the breath."

The golden cudgel's arms loosened a little when he heard Wukong talk about the business, Wukong took the opportunity to slip out, opened the door and stepped out, just about to talk about this matter with Jinchuangbang, waiting at the door Qingyan blinked his eyes, and obediently reported the news to him: "Master, the little uncle is gone!"

"Siqi?" Wukong was not surprised, "He couldn't stay still, he probably went out to play."

"Well," Qingjue nodded slightly, and continued, "When we went to look for it, we found a very elegant fan on the uncle's bed, but he was gone."

"Fan?" Wukong was taken aback for a moment.

He remembered what he promised the Jade Emperor, but the Jade Emperor told him that the fan was on the ancestor.

"What kind of fan?"

Qingyan was surprised for a while, he didn't expect Wukong to ask such a detailed question, and after recalling for a while, he said: "It's nothing special, it's a folding fan, made of white paper, with the name of the uncle written on it, and black wooden fan bones, which are very common. of."

At this time, Jin Choubang also followed, he heard half of Qingyan's words, he was a little confused, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Let's go and have a look." Wukong didn't know which tendon was wrong, and suddenly became interested, "Si Qi has never played with fans, and he has never liked such arty things. If he got one, he would take it again." Go change sugar man."

Could it really be the one the Jade Emperor wanted?If it is true, it can be regarded as a solution.

As soon as the golden hoop touched Wukong's clothes, he turned and left, and had no choice but to follow.

After six ears adjusted his breath, he also put aside the loud sneezing that he sneezed in the process, ran up the stairs, and asked Qing Yan by the corner of his clothes, "What are you doing?"

"Look at the fan." Qing Yan answered him honestly.

"Monkey King? Look at the fan?" Liu Er snorted, but kept walking, "I'll go too!"

The fan that Shus got up on the bed was really not very attractive, it was simple, very plain, without even a fan pendant, Wukong looked at it for a while, and was not sure if it was what the Jade Emperor wanted.

It's just that he looked at it for a long time and saw something else was wrong.

There is no other breath on this fan.

Whoever owns the "item" will naturally be contaminated with the owner's breath, but this fan stays in the middle of the bed that Shus made, but there is no smell of Shuss, nor the breath of other people.

It’s weird.

Qing Yan glanced behind him, and said: "This fan seems to be a bit curled."

Wukong glanced at it, the paper fan was fragile, and it was indeed a little curled, and some places were yellowish, so the quality was probably poor.

Qingyan then muttered again: "I just checked with my brother and haven't seen it yet."