I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

He wanted to dance again,

"Come on!"

"Master, what is your order?"

A disciple came in and cupped his hands.

"Hey, today, I have a great divine comedy to pass on!"

"The Great Way... The Divine Comedy of the Great Way?!!"

The pupil's eyes shine,

"Master, you are really kind to your disciples!"

……

"Well, disciples, let's get started!"

On the square, Patriarch Bodhi spoke,

"Come on, the first sentence, everyone follow, 'You are my little apple, how can I love you...'"

"Okay! That's great!"

"Master, you sing really well!"

"You are my little one..."

"Wonderful, wonderful beyond words, wonderful beyond words!"

……

……

In the rhythm of Little Apple.

Three days passed in a flash.

At this time, Patriarch Bodhi thought of a good idea again.

this time.

He did not attend the scene in person, but sent his own disciples to go out and practice spells deliberately over the heads of Sun Wukong and others.

Some fly to escape;

Some of them use the method to look at the sky and the earth, and they rise hundreds of feet in an instant;

Some of them sang the Taoist song "Little Apple" handed down by Bodhi, full of vigor, like gods and demons!

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===Chapter 7 Come to cheat and sneak attack===

"It's amazing! It's amazing! If only I could learn such spells!"

At this time.

Li Jing and his son were on the sidelines, pretending to be extremely shocked.

……

"Hahaha!"

The brawny man who performed the law of heaven and earth heard the words.

Then he laughed loudly,

"The spells we were waiting for were learned in the Three-Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, and the Patriarch Bodhi there is amazing!"

"really?"

Nezha also pretended to be ecstatic, "Will Patriarch Bodhi accept us as disciples?"

"Don't worry," another strong man humming "Little Apple" came up and said with a smile,

"In my opinion, the three of you and others are all people who are predestined with my family's patriarch."

"I think the old man, Master, will definitely accept you."

"Really? That's great!"

At this time.

Li Jing and his son pretended to be ecstatic.

And as the protagonist of the event.

Monkey King watched all this coldly, with a half-smile on his face, and everyone who watched panicked for a while.

"Ahem, Daoist Brother, I wonder if you are interested in cultivating immortals with us?"

The strong man asked Sun Wukong slowly.

"Not interested in."

Sun Wukong shook his head.

"This……"

Everyone was stunned for a while when they heard the words, and for a while, they didn't know what to do.

"Could it be that Brother Dao is not interested in longevity?" the brawny man asked.

"no!"

Sun Wukong shook his head.

"Is that why Brother Dao doesn't believe what I'm waiting for?" the brawny man asked again.

"No!" Sun Wukong shook his head again.

"Then why is Daoist brother?"

The strong man lowered his head again and asked.

"Because you guys are too hot!"

"You are all little hot chickens. Come to think of it, your master, the founder of Putao must be a big hot chicken."

Sun Wukong said.

"what?!"

As soon as Sun Wukong said this, all the disciples of Patriarch Bodhi were instantly outraged.

Nima.

They are all proud disciples of Patriarch Bodhi.

In the future, he will be among the immortals.

Now he is being pointed at by an unknown person and scolded as a hot chicken?

Can they bear it?

a time.

They even forgot the advice of Patriarch Bodhi.

"In that case, please ask Brother Dao to give some advice!" Accompanied by a cold snort.

A left whip kick, a right jab, and a right whip kick came towards Sun Wukong's face.

"No!"

Li Jing and his son sensed that something was wrong, and when they wanted to stop it, it was already too late.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was about to be attacked by everyone's right eye, the hearts of Li Jing and his son sank to the bottom in an instant.

These people don't talk about Wude, but engage in fighting in the nest, if Sun Wukong has any troubles because of this.

Everything will change that day!

But the next second.

The eyes of Li Jing and his son froze.

Under their watchful eyes, Sun Wukong just walked out of the layers of attacks step by step.

Those attacks, united, caught off guard, even they, it is impossible to retreat unscathed.

But Sun Wukong, who had just been born and had no experience of immortality, did it.

"All guarded out?"

"impossible?!"

Everyone was stunned for an instant.

at this time.

Sun Wukong moved.

A huge aura, like a mountain roar and a tsunami, gushed out from Sun Wukong's body.

For a moment, the space seemed to freeze.

That is the aura of the Taiyi Golden Immortal!

"scandium!"

Sun Wukong took a step forward, and a hole hundreds of feet long burst out of the earth.

At the same time, Sun Wukong appeared in front of the strong man who was exercising the law of heaven and earth.

"escape!"

It was almost a subconscious reaction, the strong man was about to run away.

But it's too late!

Sun Wukong cast the pine cone phlegm shaking lightning whip with both hands, and hit the strong man's face directly, sending him flying backwards.

"He doesn't talk about martial ethics, he doesn't know how to go to the end, peace is the most important!"

"He fights in the nest!"

"Run away!"

see this scene.

The other disciples of Patriarch Bodhi were scared to pee in an instant, and they showed the fastest three-second speed of men.

To escape!

But, did they escape?

In just a few breaths, everyone was hit by the pinecone phlegm and lightning whip, and fell to the ground in convulsions.

After subduing these people.

Sun Wukong didn't embarrass them too much, and let them go casually.

But it was this indifferent attitude that greatly dampened the self-esteem of these people.

To know.

They worshiped under the door of Bodhi Patriarch, but they have practiced for tens of hundreds of years!

But who knows.

Today, he was defeated by Sun Wukong, who had never been exposed to any immortal techniques.

This scene is destined to become the nightmare of their lives!

……

……

Invitation failed again!

"Fuck, young man, don't know the rules, cultivate immortals, don't talk about martial arts!"

In the quiet room.

Patriarch Bodhi looked at the ground, and the group of disciples who were still flashing electric arcs from time to time became a little angry.