I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

As he spoke, he came to the table. There were four kinds of pastries in the basket, all of which were exquisite gadgets.

It looks like it was made by a woman.

"I'm laughing at you, Xing'er made them all by herself, don't blame me if I'm not good at craftsmanship." Xingxian said shyly.

"Fairy's culinary skills are exquisite, and the poor Tao admires them."

Monkey King took a bite of the pastry, it smelled like peach blossoms and tasted good.

Xingxian approached Sun Wukong and smiled, "As long as the real person likes it, how about Xing'er having a few drinks with you?"

"Thank you Fairy for your kindness." Sun Wukong nodded.

This Xingxian is not inferior to Liang Jin in beauty, but has more charm. Of course, Sun Wukong, an old pervert, would like to have such a beauty to accompany him to drink.

Xingxian filled the wine glass for Monkey King, leaned towards Monkey King, and whispered in his ear: "I have wine that is more fragrant than Xinghua wine, and I want to invite real people to taste it."

To be honest, Xingxian's temperament really made Monkey King greedy enough.

Sun Wukong naturally knew Xingxian's intention, and the old color critic didn't want to make trouble.

It's just that he wants to stay here for a while, and it's not suitable if Hengmei Leng is right.

Let Xingxian come in because he wanted to speak up.

"Pin Dao thanked Fairy for her kindness, but Pindao practiced the way of pure heart and asceticism, but he couldn't accept Fairy's kindness."

Sun Wukong stepped aside and said.

"This……"

Xingxian was a little disappointed, practitioners practiced differently, and the tree spirits cultivated the way of involuntary desire, so they seemed uninhibited.

Sun Wukong said that his way is the way of pure heart and few desires, so Xingxian knew that he could not achieve good things with the old way of Perak.

"Don't blame the real man, it's because I am a concubine and Meng Lang is frivolous." Xingxian was wronged and tearful.

Sun Wukong shook his head and said: "Fairy don't have to say that, the fairy knows all about his heart and soul, but the way is limited by his skills, it's really... Sigh!"

Xingxian didn't succeed, and he didn't dare to use Monkey King, the power of the Golden Immortal Realm, so he could only bid farewell to Ai Ai.

Sun Wukong watched Xingxian leave, heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, fortunately! I finally managed it."

Lao Sepi hurriedly sat cross-legged, reciting the Heart Sutra in his heart, but he wanted to dispel the anger in his dantian.

Speaking of the Heart Sutra, I got it from him, and occasionally read one or two.

It has to be said that Buddhist exercises also have their own advantages, at least they have a good effect on calming the mind.

……

It was night, the north wind was howling, and the first snow since winter had arrived.

In the morning, when the wind stopped and the snow stopped, Sun Wukong pushed open the door, and the ghost messenger in the small courtyard was directing several servants to clear the snow.

Four old dryads were sipping hot tea on the stone table over there.

Xingxian happened to push the door into the courtyard, met Sun Wukong's eyes, and said with a shy smile, "Good morning, real man."

The four old tree spirits turned their heads and saw Sun Wukong coming out, so they all came to say hello.

Breakfast was still specially prepared by Xingxian.

Xingxian went back last night and thought a lot about it.

He felt that it was still necessary to use practical actions to win over Daoist Thunderbolt.

This master is very fast in practice and has a literary talent. Duan has a bright future, and he is exactly the object of admiration for heretics like her.

The dryads had breakfast with Sun Wukong, and they wanted to ask for poetry recitation again.

Sun Wukong was full of confidence when he saw the winter snow last night.

"The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and there is snow in October on the Thorn Ridge. Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom."

Half a Snow White song can be considered to have conquered the old dryads.

The tree spirits burst into admiration.

The following days were simply boring for Sun Wukong.

The dryads don't practice at all, either reciting poems to make a confrontation or playing the piano and painting.

And what about Sun Wukong?

I can only plagiarize a poem from time to time to deal with it.

Most of the time, he hides in the room and does not go out, so as not to be ridiculed for not being able to write poetry.

Looking at this bunch of tired slobs, Sun Wukong wished he could go up and beat them up, it's no wonder Bajie couldn't kill him instantly at this level.

What made Sun Wukong even more speechless was that, staying with them all day, Sun Wukong's Taiyi Xuangong actually derived a skill from the dryads.

Music, chess, calligraphy and painting!

"Wang Defa! What the hell are piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

Sun Wukong is very speechless, and this thing can be used in front of ordinary people. He is a golden fairy, and he is very useful in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Even if it reaches perfection or transformation, can the Tathagata Buddha play the piano to death?

The only fortunate thing is that he received the luck of Shibagong and Xingxian, and the red in the luck value has increased a lot.

The boring days just passed by day by day, and it was not easy until winter turned to spring.

Tang Seng and his disciples finally arrived.

It was still Shibagong who came forward to capture Tang Seng, but in fact their original intention was to ask Tang Seng to recite poems against him.

These dryads are already demonic, and anyone who can improve their artistic level must be found to discuss and learn from each other.

"The real Perak is also here?"

When Tang Seng arrived at Muxian Nunnery, he saw that Sun Wukong was here, and he was a little bit surprised and trembling, and he immediately relaxed.

There is thunderbolt, I am safe!

The old monk happily chatted with the tree spirits about poetry, and Monkey King occasionally interjected to utter a famous saying.

Everyone chatted happily.

In the evening, Xingxian came. The old monk had a good literary talent, but in Xingxian's eyes, the old monk was not as attractive as Daoist Jinxian.

So even though I chatted with Tang Seng about poetry for a while, I didn't mean to hook up with Tang Seng at all.

The dryads were as good as Tang Seng in terms of literary talents, and they were equal in chess, and they chatted with each other until dawn.

Then I heard someone shouting: "Master! Master! Which dialect do you speak?"

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===Chapter 1116 Is it you?===

The three monkey brothers found the vicinity of the Muxian Nunnery, and Sun Wukong asked the old tree spirits to let Tang Seng go.

The old dryads chatted happily with Tang Seng, and Tang Seng didn't even want to leave so soon.

"Go, don't delay the important matter of learning scriptures."

After Sun Wukong gave an order, Tang Seng woke up immediately, and thanked Sun Wukong for his reminder.

Tang Seng thanked the old tree spirits again, bid farewell to Sun Wukong and the tree spirits, turned around and left the Muxian Nunnery.

The monkey thought that the evil spirits had captured the old monk, but saw the old monk walk out of the mist by himself.

Asking about what happened last night again, it turned out that he met the real Perak.

When the three apprentices heard that Daoist Perak was also there, they immediately felt relieved.

The monkey helped the old monk to get on the white horse, and said to the mist, "Thank you for taking care of the old monk, and the old grandson bid farewell."

"Go, I'll send you off in a short distance." Sun Wukong said after hearing the monkey's voice.

Tang Monk and his disciples walked westward all the way, Sun Wukong turned to the old tree spirits and said:

"The Thorn Ridge has been closed for thousands of years. It is time to clear the road. Remove the thorns on the road and open the east and west roads."

"Let go of the east and west roads?" The dryads were quite puzzled.

The reason why they blocked the east and west roads in the thorns was actually to block the roads between Western Buddhism and Eastern Taoism, which can be regarded as adding a barrier to Taoism.

"If you want to save your life, just follow the poor way. You don't have to worry about the internal reasons. Remember, this road must be smooth, otherwise you will suffer disaster in the future."

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he turned around and drove towards the west without waiting for the dryads to answer.

What should be said has been said, what has to be done has been done, if I don't leave now, why should I still listen to their poems and poems here?

"Real person? Where are you going, when will Xing'er see you again?" Xingxian shouted loudly.

"If there is a destiny, there will be a time to meet each other." Monkey King's voice came from an illusory voice.

Monkey King left, and the old tree spirits looked at each other, not quite understanding what Monkey King meant.

But Sun Wukong made it clear that if this road continues to be closed, they will die.

"Forget it, remove the blockade. Daoist Perak must be saving us." Shiba Gong thought for a while and said.

"He can get the Dharma from the Taoist ancestor, it must be the true transmission of the Taoist sect. Although we have not received the decree of the Dharma, it is not a big mistake to respect his will." Ling Kongzi said.

"Get out, get out, get out of the way, and you and I will go to hide in the mountains and forests, reciting poems and composing poems!" Fuyun old man said.

Gu Zhigong nodded, and moved his hand, the vegetation on Thorn Ridge trembled.

The thorns on the east-west road began to recede slowly to the two sides, gradually showing a road connecting the two sides.

On the way ahead, Zhu Bajie was waving a hoe to open the way, when suddenly there was a strange movement in the forest.

He thought it was a monster coming, so he looked around with the rake sideways in shock.

The monkey has sharp eyes and saw Monkey King flying over the clouds at a glance.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's just go, someone opened the way for us." The monkey laughed.

"Amitabha! Where is that man? Thank you, the fairy family." The old monk sat on the white horse and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"Thank you next time I see you." Monkey said.

"Next time? Oh, it's Daoist Perak!" The old monk came to his senses.

He is used to it, and he will meet Perak once in a while.

This veteran is like the sixth person in the Journey to the West team, basically following him all the way to protect him westward.

Monkey King surpassed the old monk and his disciples. The trip to Thorn Ridge was really not in vain. After spending another night with Tang Seng, he finally turned his luck into red.

The only regret is that the luck he draws Tang Seng now is not as fast as Tang Seng himself.

With just such a draw, now Tang Seng, an old monk, still has the luck value of orange with blue.

Needless to say, once the old monk came out of Thorn Ridge, at least he was lucky in orange.

Sun Wukong can only think long-term about this. Fortunately, there is still a long way to go, so he has time to plan slowly.

After driving Yuntou westward for a whole day, suddenly auspicious clouds surrounded the Sanskrit voice in front of him.

"I wipe? Where is this?" Sun Wukong was taken aback, but he remembered that there was no such place before he came here.

Lie on the head of the cloud and look down.

"Little Leiyin Temple."

It turned out to be here. That year when Monkey King passed by here, the old monster with yellow eyebrows hadn't come down to earth yet.

After walking around, I forgot about this place.

This Little Leiyin Temple is indeed a treasure land, and there are dozens of gods in the bag of Houtian people.

It's a pity that Sun Wukong knows that he is no match for this old monster with yellow eyebrows, and he has no magic weapon to deal with the acquired human race bag.

If he finds out, this encounter will be robbed.

Thinking of this, Monkey King didn't look down, and flew away towards the west on the cloud head.

"Huh? Where did the old man come from? He walked very fast, or pretend that he came down to beat the tooth festival."

As soon as Monkey King left, a monster flew out of Xiaoleiyin Temple, and the golden eyebrows were the old monster with yellow eyebrows.

After leaving Xiaoleiyin Temple, you will arrive at Tuoluozhuang not far away.