"Well, Brother Lingji, why are you here? You didn't even tell me that you were here. Oh, right, have you eaten? Why don't you eat with us?”
Tang Sanzang carefully put down the chicken drumstick in his hand and quickly picked it up with his chopsticks before putting it in front of Ling Ji's mouth.
"It's true, Brother Lingji. The mushrooms in the Heavenly Court are really better than the Spirit Mountain. I didn't eat chicken, I only ate mushrooms.”
As he spoke, Tang Sanzang breathed out at Lingji again, almost causing him to die from the stench.
F * ck!
How many months have you not brushed your teeth?
"Breathe in, breathe in, calm down. This is a Buddhist monk from the Great Tang, a necessary figure in the Buddhist Cultivation Tribulation. I have to calm down."
Ling Ji closed his eyes.
He tried hard to forget Tang Sanzang's foul breath, but he could not deceive himself.
Was this an eminent monk from the Great Tang?
What a sin! What a sin!
He had been traveling between Spirited Mountain and Buzhou Mountain for a long time, and now he had come to the Heavenly Court. He was so tired.
Then, he thought of Sun Wukong, who was already in despair at the foot of Mount Buzhou and only wanted to die.
Then, he looked at this group of Tang Dynasty Saint Monks who were still causing trouble with their greasy faces and foul breath.
Was there still any justice in this world?
They were busy to death, crushed to death, and played to death.
He realized that he could not calm down at all!
F * ck!
Who was the one who was going to get the scriptures?
Why did it feel like he was the only one in the world fighting for the prosperity of Buddhism?？
Why was Tang Sanzang so good at it? So happy?
"Sanzang, quickly follow me!"
He suppressed the volcano in his heart that was about to erupt. Without saying anything, he grabbed Tang Sanzang and was about to jump into the lower realm!
"Ah, Ah, Brother Lingji! Slow down, slow down! I just ate my fill, so the doctor advised me not to do too much exercise…"
"Although we're going to Big Sword, there's no need to be so anxious. It's still early, and the bathing center hasn't opened yet!”
"And you, Venus! Remember to leave some chicken soup for me. I'll be back later to drink it!”
……
……
On the mountainside, tens of thousands of meters high.
It was the six-word golden card of Namo Amitabha on Mount Buzhou.
Ling Ji also thought it through.
Since someone was secretly messing with their plan, they might as well not play by the rules and directly help Tang Sanzang, this mortal, cheat.
"Bodhisattva Lingji, are you asking me to save my master?”
Tang Sanzang asked even though he knew the answer.
"What else?" When Ling Ji heard this, he rolled his eyes.”
"No!"
Unexpectedly, Tang Sanzang refused immediately. He said righteously,
"I, Tang Sanzang, am the younger brother of His Majesty Li Shimin, Emperor of the Tang of the East! This is a disaster that I should face on my way to obtain the scriptures. I can't cheat in order to save my master! That would be too embarrassing for our Great Tang!”
Tang Sanzang immediately began his performance. Anyway, he was already indifferent to it. It would only take half a month for him to get a sutra. He had already died several times.
Could it be that he had to die eighty-one times?？？
Was this something a human would do? Therefore, he might as well just dawdle and die as many times as possible!
"Sanzang, do as I tell you to. You are the only one in the world who can remove this kind of golden invitation.”
Lingji explained to Tang Sanzang with his last bit of patience.
He swore.
If Tang Sanzang dilly-dallied any longer, he would teach Tang Sanzang a lesson even if he had to suffer the punishment of Rulai.
He had no choice. After running back and forth for so long, his martial virtue had already been exhausted!
This Tang Sanzang who had just been saved was too f * cking disgusting!
He couldn't take it anymore!
"Really? But I don't believe it. What can I do if I don't believe it?”
Tang Sanzang was frantically testing the waters, but he still looked at Ling Ji with uncertainty.
"Motherf * cker!" Ling Ji had already clenched his fists.
"Alright, I'll expose it now."
Seeing Ling Ji clench his fists, Tang Sanzang knew that he couldn't drag this out any longer.
Thus, he tore off the golden six-character invitation.
There were no signs of heaven and earth. There was only a tearing sound, as if a piece of toilet paper had been torn.
The moment Tang Sanzang tore off the golden invitation, Ling Ji felt that the mysterious Rule Force on Mount Buzhou had disappeared.
……
"Alright, Sanzang, let's go down and see Wukong.”
Ling Ji waved his hand again, and the two of them landed at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain.
At the bottom of Mount Buzhou.
More than ten days had passed, and Wukong's aura seemed to have weakened by half.
"Wukong, Wukong…"
After that.
Wukong closed his eyes. In fact, his soul was out of his body. After all, he had nothing to do.
However, in Lingji's opinion.
He had fainted under the weight of Buzhou Mountain.
Instantly.
Ling Ji was anxious and quickly called out a few times. He then sprinkled a few drops of precious Awakening Water on Wukong. Only then did Wukong slowly wake up.
" Bodhisattva, you're here again!!!"
Seeing Bodhisattva, Wukong suddenly became furious and exploded,
"Bald monk Gautama, you actually dare to suppress your Grandpa Sun. You've already suppressed him for 500 years, and you still dare to suppress your Grandpa?!”
"I, Old Sun, swear that after I come out, I will definitely kill my way to the Spirit Mountain! If he said he wanted to kill his way up to Spirited Mountain, he would do so!”
At this moment.
Sun Wukong began to struggle, his eyes shooting out a fierce light.
The incomparable hatred seemed to fill him with strength.
After that.
As he struggled, the indomitable Buzhou Mountain seemed to really start moving.
Looking at this scene, Ling Ji did not know what to say. After all, they were in the wrong. At least, that was what he thought.
That's why.
He made up his mind that as long as Wukong did not go overboard, he would turn a blind eye.
……
Sun Wukong did not give up. He struggled again.
However, no matter how hard he struggled, he could only shake Buzhou Mountain.
After struggling for a few times, he finally gasped for breath and gave up struggling.
"Bodhisattva, I give up. I, I can't break free from Mount Buzhou. I can't get the scriptures.”
Sun Wukong looked as if he had completely given up. Although he was pretending, he had to put on a full show!
At the thought of this, Sun Wukong decided to reverse his cultivation technique and force out a mouthful of blood. He then sighed," I…I really can't take it anymore…"
"Really, really? Wukong?"
Although he was already prepared.
However, seeing that Wukong was still unable to break free from Buzhou Mountain, Ling Ji's heart tightened.
Looking at the blood at the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth, it didn't seem fake.
"No, Bodhisattva. This is Mount Buzhou. Even Buddha can't break free.”Wukong shouted in despair.
Hearing this, Ling Ji fell silent. He was in despair.
……
"Actually…I think there is a way to save me…"
At this moment, just as Ling Ji was in despair, Sun Wukong's voice sounded.
"What is it? Wukong, do you really have a way?" Ling Ji was instantly pleasantly surprised.
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