When True Immortal Ruyi heard this, he was shocked.
The Fountain of Fallen Embryos was the capital that he had used to make his fortune.
"That's not up to you."
Chu Yun grabbed True Immortal Ruyi's clothes and threw him out.
Chu Yun's forceful throw would cover at least a hundred thousand miles. As for whether this True Immortal Ruyi was dead or alive, he didn't care.
Then, Chu Yun set up another restriction, preventing True Immortal Ruyi from approaching within a radius of 50 kilometers.
"In the future, the Fountain of Fallen Embryos will belong to your country of women.”
Then, Chu Yun turned around and left, leaving behind a dashing back.
The king of the Kingdom of Daughters looked at the back of that person.
He couldn't let go for a long time.
He was simply too handsome.
"Your Majesty! That Great Immortal has already gone far away."
The Grand Preceptor said.
"Grand Preceptor, have you heard the name of that Great Immortal?”
The Grand Preceptor saw through the King's thoughts.
"Your Majesty, that great immortal called himself Chu Yun from Che Chi Country. He must be from Che Chi Country.”
As long as he knew where the other party was and who his surname was, it would be much easier.
………
On the way back, Chu Yun slapped himself.
Damn, why are you acting cool? Can't you chat with the beautiful king for a while?
Why did he have to leave in such a hurry?
Chu Yun returned to Luoxi Mountain and found a huge temple in front of him.
"Little Thunderclap Monastery!"
Strange things happened every year, but there were especially many this year.
Could it be that in order to deal with him, the Western Tathagata had even moved his hometown here?
Little Thunderclap Monastery was only a hundred miles away from Chu Yun's thatched cottage.
Previously, he was certain that there was absolutely no such thing.
"Little Thunderclap Monastery, could it be…"
The corners of Chu Yun's mouth curled up slightly as he strode into the Little Thunderclap Monastery.
Sure enough, it was just as he had imagined.
First, he saw the Four Great Vajras. Then, he entered the main hall. The eighteen Arhats stood on the left and right. Looking up, they were Manjushri and Samantabhadra Bodhisattvas.
Sitting on the main seat was none other than Gautama Buddha.
"Bold Demonic Priest, why don't you kneel when you meet Buddha?”
Ananda Kasyapa said.
At the same time, Sun Wukong and Maitreya were hiding in the dark.
"I say, Buddha of the East, that Demonic Priest's skills are quite impressive, yet you sent a little boy to deal with him?”
He saw that the Maitreya Buddha was like him, hiding in the melon field with a cat's waist.
Sun Wukong couldn't help but tease.
"Great Sage, please rest assured. My child is very clever, and he has the golden cymbal in my hand! As long as the Demonic Priest was covered by the golden cymbal, it would be a success.”
Sun Wukong was rather skeptical of the Maitreya Buddha's optimism.
After all, even Heavenly King Li's golden pagoda could not protect Chu Yun.
As for the golden cymbal that he had never seen before, he did not know how powerful it was.
The Maitreya Buddha's child was called Huang Mei. He had planned to stay on the road to the west to give Tang Sanzang and his disciples a hard time.
Now that the situation was urgent, he could only let him take action.
At most, he would ask the Guardian Golden Condor to take action in the future.
Before Maitreya finished his words, a huge golden cymbal flew out from Little Thunderclap Temple.
Boom!
It landed in the melon field not far behind them.
"Haha! Great Sage, do you see that?"
Maitreya laughed. His golden cymbal was a Protocosmic spirit treasure. Once it was trapped, it would be impossible to escape.
The golden cymbal vibrated.
Presumably, the Demonic Priest was trapped.
"Haha! Chu Yun! You also have today."
Sun Wukong took out the Ruyi Jingu Staff and knocked on the small golden cymbal.
As long as this Demonic Priest was trapped, everything would be much easier.
At this moment, a familiar and annoying voice came from not far away.
"So it was you who were playing tricks.”
Sun Wukong knew that he was in trouble.
"Chu Yun, if you're here, then what's inside…"
Chu Yun flipped over and landed on the golden cymbal.
Needless to say, the person inside was the yellow-browed old man.
"Monkey! Where did you get reinforcements from?”
Chu Yun said as he looked at the smiling Maitreya Buddha.
"This poor monk is Maitreya. Almsgiver Yudu."
"Save me? I don't need to be saved, you should save yourself first!”
Chu Yun had nothing to say about Maitreya.
After all, he was only a future Buddha.
"Amitabha! Benefactor, why don't you put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! This poor monk will seek a position in the Western Heaven for you.”
Maitreya chanted a Buddhist name and said.
As he spoke, Maitreya kept sizing Chu Yun up.
The more he looked, the more shocked he became.
There was no magic power fluctuation from the other party.
The other party was a mortal, so this was naturally impossible.
A mortal could stop the four of them? Captured tens of thousands of celestial soldiers?
All signs indicated that the other party should be a powerful cultivator who had achieved success in cultivation.
"I don't plan to become bald like you!”
Chu Yun quickly waved his hand. He would rather marry Fairy Chang'e than join Western Buddhism.
Baldy!
Sun Wukong almost couldn't hold it in.
If not for Maitreya Buddha's good temperament, he would have cursed out loud.
"Benefactor! You can cultivate with your hair!"
Maitreya still wanted to pull Chu Yun under his wing.
If Chu Yun joined Buddhism, everything would be solved.
"Maitreya, why don't we make a bet?”
Maitreya's right eye twitched. He had long heard that this Demonic Priest was addicted to gambling.
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