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

It was already evening, and no one had passed by in the alley.People usually walk on one side of the main road, and in this alley that is forgotten and about to be rectified, no one knows that there is still a Buddha collapsed and speechless in it.

It didn't work, no matter what I did, the mana still didn't come back.Not only was the connection broken, but even the simplest moving things could not be done.

The most terrifying thing is that he can't even cultivate.

Even if a Buddhist practitioner encounters something and loses his mana, he can start from the beginning again.But the strange thing is that he doesn't even have the ability to start from scratch.

Although the spiritual power here is thin, it can absorb some through meditation practice.What he didn't expect was that all the absorbed things disappeared, and his body was like a bottomless pit.

In addition, there is another problem that makes him feel even more headache.

The golden cudgel was gone, and all connections were cut off.

Can anyone tell me what exactly is going on? ?asshole! !

After waking up, everything she relied on didn't exist, and she was still fending for herself in a cold alley! !

The injuries on his body were not serious, but there were a few not deep wounds on his waist and legs, which had scabbed and stopped bleeding.The only serious thing is the golden cudgel that has lost all mana and disappeared.

If Wukong, who was in trouble due to the advancement of the Golden Cudgel, can be described as "helpless".So it is not an exaggeration to describe him as "the sky is falling apart".

A crash is a crash, but you have to calm down.

After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, Dou Shengfo was very sure of where he was.This alley is somewhat similar to the time when the human guardian took him to the lower realm.

There is no such place in the world of immortals and Buddhas, and the underworld is much darker than here.Undoubtedly, this was the only human world that he didn't know what it would become.

The weird human world, the human world he is not familiar with.

Wukong stretched out his hand and rubbed the messy blonde hair even more.But at any rate, I tried my best to figure out a little idea.

Even though his magic power is completely disconnected and he is still in the human world, it doesn't mean that he has nothing to do.

There is at least one human guardian who is always watching the human world. As long as he goes out and makes some unusual movements, the human guardian can find him. In this way, he can find the Jade Emperor along the way and ask him what happened. What happened.

It's just that he lost all his mana, which made him extremely passive.Without mana support, he couldn't even transform into a prototype and go out to scare people.The transformation of the Buddha is not a magic disguise, but a complete form transformation. If you want to change back, magic is the foundation.

Wukong was a little bit crazy. Normally, he didn't feel the importance of spells, but once he lost the spells, he found that no matter what he wanted to do, without spells, it was empty talk.

There is, however, a more passive approach.Wait for the Buddha to come.

But this is the human world, how many immortal Buddhas can come down to find him?There are only a handful of them.The only reliable Tathagata has been missing for an unknown amount of time.

Wukong, who had almost rested, walked out of the dilapidated alley with a heavy heart.It's just that his appearance is really unsightly and affects the appearance of the city.

His face was pitch black, covering his beautiful features, and his tattered clothes made him look no different from a beggar on the street.People who are in a hurry almost subconsciously stay away from him.

What the hell is this place?The disgusted Wukong's head is still a mess.

The mortal guardian is in charge of "unusual" things, but he has no magic power, what can he do to make some movement that can be noticed by the human keeper?

In front of the shopping plaza, under the huge musical fountain, is a cistern covered with beautiful tiles.Wukong stepped forward, bowed a handful of water and threw it on his face.

His whole body was scorched black and he had no image at all, so he knew it himself.Wukong, who just wanted to wash his face and hands clean when he saw the water, didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior.To him, the musical fountain is no different from the stream on the way to learn Buddhist scriptures.

The only difference is that there are more people around.

It's just that other people who saw a certain "beggar" washing his face under the musical fountain felt different.

Properly affect the appearance of the city.

The short blond hair is still messy, and the tattered clothes on his body have not changed, but Monkey King has completely turned over after washing his face.

This man looks so attractive, as long as he stares at that face, who will see anything else.

Do all beggars look like this these days?It's just against the sky.

Unable to come up with a solution, Wukong walked aimlessly along the street, completely in no mood to pay attention to other people's strange eyes.

He is racking his brains to think of everything he can think of about the human world. His previous impressions of the human world are completely incompatible with the current human world.

The bull demon king Princess Iron Fan, the vixen with jade face, and the Quanzhen Taoist Xiuyun Xiushui.

But these people, he can't find them all now! !

Wukong went from sunny to late at night, from the commercial street to...uh...a ghostly place that I don't know where.

Anyway, there are more weird things here.Wukong didn't recognize those colorful lights, so he tried to avoid them.

In the middle of the night, the things he doubted did not increase but decreased.

His indestructible body should have been destroyed by the way, as can be seen from the few scars on his body, but his golden eyes are still there.

It's just that the sharp eyes after the catastrophe are not the same as before.

The prototype can only be seen superficially, such as the low-level ghosts with no self-consciousness that pop up in the middle of the night, screaming and absorbing a small part of human yang energy to survive.This kind of low-level ghost spirit has existed since ancient times, and it has been lingering until now.It's just that no creature will notice this kind of thing at all.

They are so weak that they do minimal damage even to humans.

The sharp eyes back then, even a simple glance, were enough to kill these low-level ghosts.But now, only the thin outlines of ghosts and spirits can be seen, let alone the lethality.

It's too weak, the effect is so small that it can be ignored, it's the same as nothing.

Wukong, who was tired from walking, sat down by the street lamp, and the ghosts in the shadows beside him were still clamoring to disturb his thinking.

Under the light, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes can be seen at a glance.

A group of people who were drunk in the bar next door staggered past this place, their footsteps were flimsy, and they almost bumped into Wukong.

Wukong frowned and sat a little further away.It's just that the person who almost bumped into him actually sat beside him.The few remaining people also stopped and scattered around him.

drunk……

Wukong glanced at him sideways, the visitor's exaggerated attire and the smell of alcohol made him feel uncomfortable for no reason.

"Brother, let me tell you..." The drunk tilted his head slightly, leaned slowly on Wukong's shoulder, and suddenly laughed like crazy, "Let me tell you, hahaha... those people, what the hell are they? Something...hahaha..."

Wukong moved aside.

The drunk man hadn't finished his stuttering words when a gust of alcohol hit him, and then he spat on Wukong with a "wow".Fighting and defeating Buddha, who was already embarrassed enough, was surrounded by a pile of filth when he was caught off guard.

Pursuant to all living beings... universal salvation to all living beings... universal salvation to all living beings.Wukong said it silently three times, and finally held back not to throw this guy aside.

A certain drunk, who didn't know what he was doing, finally raised his head and looked at the person he had been leaning against when he was talking nonsense.

Even though the body is dirty and messy, the face is clean.The dark eyes are as beautiful as jewels under the light, the skin is too fair, the lips are slightly upturned, it is simply a face that has been carefully crafted, and it is impeccably beautiful.

A certain drunk swallowed everything he was about to spit out in an instant.The wine was almost half sober.

In front of the beauty, he subconsciously wanted to touch Wukong's face, but Wukong slapped him away with a quick reaction.

"What are you doing?" Wukong glared at him, "Get up quickly when you're sober."

"Beauty..." The drunk man didn't take Wukong's warning to heart, and still tried to reach out to touch Wukong's face, "How about a drink together?"

Wukong slapped his hand back unceremoniously again. Even though he has almost worn out his hostility in the Buddhist world for so many years, it doesn't mean he has no temper.

"roll!!"

The man was not angry at all, he was still approaching with a smile on his face, the unbearable Wukong was about to throw a punch, but the person behind him suddenly gave him a sap on the neck, before losing consciousness, all Wukong could hear was that The crowd laughed wildly triumphantly.

Wukong is not facing one drunk, but a group of drunks.A bunch of drunks who made meanness a habit.

Without mana, Wukong is just an ordinary person.He slumped limply on the concrete pavement, surrounded by a group of people with malicious intentions.

This is the bar street, where men and women are drunk, dreaming and dying day and night.People who drown in alcohol are never responsible for their actions while intoxicated.Wukong wandered here, not knowing whether it was good or bad.

Only when people have the ability to protect themselves, a pretty face is capital, otherwise it is a disaster.

The morning sun was not too glaring, but it felt a bit warm on the silk sheets.The whole room was empty, except for one person who was lying on the bed and hadn't opened his eyes.

After the coma, Wukong didn't know what happened to him that night. Anyway, when he woke up the next day, he found him lying on a bed with no clothes on his body, but fortunately there was a quilt.

In this world, there are always things that make people feel extremely broken.But as long as you work hard and persevere, you will always encounter even more frustrating things.

After seeing the story of Bailongma and Tang Seng, Wukong doesn't understand everything.