Journey to the West: Swallowing Giant Panda

Chapter 383
The Yellow-browed Patriarch roared sharply from the side, but he was no longer in the panda's eyes.

No one would ever notice the sound of an ant, just like how a panda feels to the Yellow-browed Patriarch now.

Looking back at Sun Wukong: "I'll leave it to you, okay?"

"Hey, brother, this innate spirit treasure has been taken away. In less than a quarter of an hour, I can get this grandson for you." Monkey King patted his chest.

"Okay, I'll trust you once. If you don't lose face again, don't say you are from Huaguoshan in the future."

After the panda finished speaking, he was about to walk towards the temple.

He has already sensed that today's round doesn't seem to be just to set up a disaster for the Journey to the West group of four.The gushing aura inside proved that it was probably for me.

Since they have already come, if they don't see each other, I'm afraid it's hard to explain, isn't it?Pandas are not good at explaining to themselves, and they will not go back to do business.

"Panda, you... are too arrogant!"

Patriarch Huangmei has always been proud and arrogant, even in the Buddhist sect, he practiced with the Buddha who came from the east.Maitreya has no disciples, Huangmei Patriarch has always regarded himself as a disciple of Maitreya.How could it be so easy to let go of being so belittled by a panda today?
He tore off the human race bag tied around his waist and threw it towards the sky: "Since you already know that you have this treasure, you should know that this treasure has infinite uses. Even if it is you panda today, Never try to escape from this human race bag."

"whoosh whoosh"

As he spoke, several beams of Buddha's light rushed from the hands of the yellow-browed patriarch to hit the human race bag above the sky.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the mouth of the human race bag open, gusts of wind flew out of the bag first, and then a burst of powerful suction rushed towards the panda and enveloped it.Not only the panda, but even the mountain peak under his feet couldn't restrain himself, and gradually wanted to separate from the ground and soar into the sky.

"People say that the West is suffering, but if I see it today, I'm afraid it's not worthy of the name."

The panda sneered and didn't even look at Huangmei Patriarch, but looked up at the human race bag.

He knew that the Yellow-browed Patriarch was casting spells here, so Maitreya Buddha must be watching above his head.But so what if he watched?Could it be that you are a quasi-sage, so you can do anything wrong.Can other people just listen to you?
"go with!"

Raising your hand is another throw.

This time, there was no ping-pong sound, but the race bag suddenly seemed to lose control.The rope was tied to the hole again, and it floated down from the sky feebly.As for Patriarch Huangmei, he spat out a mouthful of blood.The two eyes are wide open, staring at the panda.

"In addition to this race bag, there is also Jin Nao, do you want to try it too?"

"you"

"Don't you dare? It's okay, then I will try for you."

The panda continued to slam the yellow light in his hand towards the temple gate, the sound of ping-pong sounded, and then Huangmei Patriarch felt as if he had been hit hard, his whole body was exhausted, and he half-kneeled on the ground I couldn't slow down for a while.

"Wukong, take him down. Remember not to kill him. After all, he is the one who came from the east to the Buddha. No matter what, he has to give the Buddha face."

After the words fell, the panda stepped forward and walked in through the temple gate.

Three innate spiritual treasures: copper hammer, golden cymbal and human race bag.Coincidentally, Luobao money can only be used three times within twelve hours.If Maitreya Buddha could barely notice his face not showing up today, then the panda would have no worries this time.

But things have progressed to this point, whether Maitreya will pay attention to his own face, even a panda can't say.

After all, he really participated too much in Journey to the West!

If the amulet of Heavenly Court is still on his body, maybe they will be a little more reserved.But now Haotian won't protect him anymore.It is impossible to say how much the Buddhist family would be afraid with only one black hair of Empress Nuwa.

There are saints behind you, and there are saints behind them.Moreover, there are two saints, two personal masters of their own.Let's judge!
The moment he stepped into the golden cymbal, the panda really sighed.

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop!"

He stepped in, and with a bang, the temple door closed.With the closure of the temple gate, the last bit of illusion can no longer be maintained.The entire temple turned into a golden cymbal in an instant.From the top to the bottom, the panda and the people among Jin Nao were tightly trapped inside, and no one could figure it out.

Although Sun Wukong was worried, the worry was not too great.He trusts the panda so much that he almost thinks he is omnipotent.

So he took two steps forward with the golden cudgel on his shoulders, and used one end of the stick to strike Huangmei Patriarch's chest.

"Relying on the benefits of magic weapons is not a skill. My old grandson will give you three hours to adjust your breath today. We will come again when you finish adjusting your breath. If I lose, I will kowtow to you and admit my mistake. If you lose If you do, I will pay back ten times what you hit my old grandson before!"

Who said Wukong can only fight?

Now he can be regarded as a member of the Buddhist family, and his status is much higher than that of the yellow-browed patriarch.If it is someone who is not a Buddhist, he said that Maitreya Buddha still has a chance to protect his shortcomings.But now?When Wukong said this, it was equivalent to a fair competition within the Buddhist sect. Who can protect the shortcomings?

Even if Maitreya Buddha stood here, he could only watch with a smile, as if it was a friendly exchange between two juniors.No one can hurt the face of the Buddhist family, this is the most important thing.Even Maitreya couldn't do it, and he wouldn't do it.

"Despicable! Despicable!!!" The yellow-browed patriarch knelt on the ground.Of course he knew his own strength, if he did it with real swords and guns, two or three of them added together would not be able to defeat Monkey King.

What's more, now that the imprint of the spirit and soul has been erased by Luobao money, he was injured first.

Later, one can imagine how much damage he will suffer, but right now he is powerless.There was really nothing he could do except stare at Sun Wukong and gnash his teeth.

"Despicable?" Sun Wukong sneered: "You can say whatever you want. I just want to remind you that if you fight against each other later, swords and swords don't have eyes. If there is a casualty or injury, it will be regarded as entering the world of reincarnation and practice. Dharma."

After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged in front of Huangmei Patriarch, holding the golden cudgel and waiting quietly.He completely ignored the yellow-browed patriarch's pale face from fright.

(End of this chapter)