The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 512 Yellow Wind Monster: Well, Holy Monk, are you hot?

Why do the more you go west, the more demons there are?
Hearing Tang Sanzang's question, Zhu Bajie's face was obviously stunned, his long mouth moved, but he didn't dare to speak, so he smiled coyly: "Master, how do I know this? Tomorrow we will get rid of the little demon and just go on the road, don't worry." I don’t think so much about it.”

Zhu Bajie naturally knew the reason, or in other words, anyone with knowledge in the prehistoric world knew it.

Among the great monsters in Hezhou, Xiniu, eight or nine out of ten have nothing to do with Western Buddhism, but he dare not say so.

What is said here will cause karma and cause big troubles. Even if he is the marshal of the canopy, he will not be able to bear it.

In today's prehistoric world, although the sages do not come out and the power is gradually decreasing, the Taiyi realm is already the top master in the prehistoric world, but if someone wants to kill a little Taiyi quietly, it will not be too much trouble.

Can't say, can't say.

Tang Sanzang frowned slightly, he sensed something was wrong, and was about to ask, but he heard Sun Houzi grinning: "Master, my old grandson knows about this."

Oh?
Zhu Bajie rolled his eyes in disdain, and was just about to speak, but after thinking about it, he took it back.

Tang Sanzang was also a little surprised, and asked, "Wukong, why don't you tell me?"

Sun Houzi scratched his ears and cheeks, and said with a smile: "Hey, master, you always talk about the compassion of Buddhism, so the monks of Western Buddhism are compassionate."

Tang Sanzang was also a little speechless, thanks to his own expectations, he said helplessly, "Wukong, Bajie, rest, I will cross the Huangfeng Ridge when I start my journey tomorrow."

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the second day, Tang Sanzang got into bed early, packed up and saluted, called Wukong Bajie, and set off again.

Old Wang, who was sleeping next door, heard the sound, and hurriedly came to see him off. When he reached the entrance of the village, Old Wang couldn't help but ask: "Holy Monk, why are you leaving in such a hurry, really don't think about it anymore? Is Huang Fengling really It's too dangerous!"

"Thank you for the kindness of the king's benefactor, but I happened to travel more in the early morning, so I could pass the Huangfeng Ridge earlier. The poor monk still has to go to the west to get the scriptures and come back."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, bid farewell to old man Wang, got on his horse, and headed for Huangfengling.

Seeing that Tang Sanzang could not be persuaded, the old man Wang could only sigh, and watched him go away, but finally he shouted: "Holy Monk, if you can't do anything, you might as well come back. Old Wang, I can rest here."

Tang Sanzang, who was drifting away, didn't look back, but he was chewing on one sentence in his heart: Buddhism, compassion?
On the westbound road, a precipitous and towering mountain range stood in front of it. Steepness can be seen everywhere, and there are abysses between the twists and turns. If you think about it, it is not easy for mortals.

What is even more embarrassing is that in this mountain range, there are unusual whirlwinds, rolling endless yellow sand, circling endlessly in the entire mountain range, making people daunting. It is worthy of being called the dangerous place called Eight Hundred Li Huangfengling .

At this time, in Huangfeng Ridge, in the depths of Huangfeng Cave, a demon king with a mouse face, yellow all over, and armor was knocking on his throne with an ugly expression, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

A colorful tiger demon next to him licked his lips and grinned ferociously: "Your Majesty, why are you so sad? Isn't it because Western Buddhism is here to recruit us, just do it."

This demon king is the Huangfeng monster entrenched in Huangfengling. Hearing what the tiger demon said, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, and cursed: "Idiot, let you go to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha, would you like it? We are eating Meat monster!"

The tiger demon was slightly taken aback, and immediately shook his head: "No, no, then we will refuse."

reject?How to refuse?

The Yellow Wind Monster also wanted to refuse, but he didn't have the right to say no.

As a yellow-haired marten, he still learned the Tao from near Mount Sumeru, so he naturally knows the horror of the power of Western Buddhism.

The most important thing is that he is just a little golden fairy. He is a master at best, but cannon fodder at worst. How can he fix it?

The environment of Huangfengling here is very suitable for his natal supernatural powers, and this is what allows him to lay a foundation, otherwise the Huangfeng monster would have already run away.

Huang Fenggui sighed, now he can only take one step at a time.

The yellow-haired ermine thought for a while, and said, "Did Lingji Bodhisattva ask us to find a passing mortal monk and arrest him. Let's help him handle the matter, but the matter of converting to Buddhism If it is rejected, I think he will not trouble the king."

As soon as the words fell, the Yellow Wind Monster seemed to feel that it was a little bit of his own prestige, so he coughed dryly, slapped the throne suddenly, and shouted loudly: "Little ones, get up and find that monk for me! In this Huangfeng Ridge , even if the Buddha comes, I will not be afraid of him, this time is to give the Buddhist sect a face, otherwise I will show them how powerful the Sanwei Kamikaze is, hmph!"

"Yes!"

Led by Banlan Tiger Spirit, many demon soldiers and generals did not dare to hesitate, and responded repeatedly. Then one by one, they swept up the demon wind, set out from Huangfeng Cave, and blocked all the gates of Huangfeng Ridge tightly.

Seeing many little monsters leave, the Huangfeng Cave became deserted, and the Huangfeng monster turned pale and collapsed on the throne. Why did life want to attack this little mouse, it was too difficult.

But catching a monk is not a difficult task, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

As a demon king without much knowledge, Huang Fengguai may not know how big or small this problem is.

And Bodhisattva Lingji, who had already rushed to Huangfengling to ambush, sneered when he saw this situation, closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

On the other side, Tang Sanzang and others stepped into the boundary of Huangfengling, and after traveling for more than ten miles, suddenly a colorful tiger jumped out, with a humane look of joy on its face, roaring: "Wow! The monk has been found!"

With the roar of a tiger, all the monsters in Huangfengling gathered here, and the Huangfeng monster in Huangfeng Cave was also overjoyed. He immediately put on his cloak, picked up his three-strand steel fork, and killed the Buddhist scriptures with the rolling monster wind. go.

But before the Yellow Wind Monster arrived, a little demon came and cried and reported on the way: "My lord, it's not good, Tiger Pioneer was killed by a monk with a hairy face, it's a miserable death!"

When Huang Feng heard the words, he cursed: "Damn it, my lord just wanted to catch him, but he killed my Tiger Pioneer. Today, my lord will definitely want him to look good!"

Now the Yellow Wind Monster is full of murderous looks, and he wants to avenge his own Tiger Pioneer!

Seeing the place, there was a dead tiger monster lying on the ground, beside a monk, a monkey, a pig spirit, and a somewhat fat yellow horse, the yellow wind monster knew that he had found the right owner, and made a move of "crow". "Dragon sweeping the terrain", he attacked down, and at the same time shouted: "Where did the monk come from, dare to kill the king and tiger pioneer, come here for me."

The voice stopped abruptly, and when they got closer, the Yellow Wind Monster sensed that there was a mortal monk below, Nima's two Taiyis, a Jinxian, and a hammer!
Lingji, fuck you!

Huang Feng blamed a sudden brake, but it was too late, and the "oolong swept the terrain" was extremely powerful, and instantly changed into "flat sand and falling geese", and knelt down in front of Tang Sanzang and the three with a plop, and the bean big beads of sweat couldn't stop Live down.

Seeing that the atmosphere on the field was a little awkward for a moment, Huang Feng felt strange, and smiled with a sly face: "That holy monk, are you hot? How about giving you a blow-drying show to cool you down?"

(End of this chapter)