Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 160

The Yellow-browed Demon King swept away his consciousness, and found that the physical body had no breath, and the dead could not die anymore.

"It's over! It's over!"

The yellow-browed demon king showed fear in his eyes, and kicked the big iron pot to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The world seemed to be collapsing, and the Yellow-browed Demon King felt his eyes go black for a while.

How could this Tang monk be so stupid that he jumped into the pot by himself!
Are you so stupid that you still want to jump into my mouth and then rush to the stomach?

Thinking about the consequences of this exposure, Huang Mei only felt that the tailbone was itching. Now, Maitreya Buddha might not be able to keep himself!
Who the hell did I provoke?Why is it so sad!
The yellow-browed demon king looked up to the sky and cried loudly, and some little demons beside him felt very strange when they saw it.

With a wave of his hand, the fantasy world of the Little Leiyin Temple was shattered and turned into ruins. After burying the human race bag and the golden cymbal at the foot of the mountain, the Huangmei Demon King beat all the little demons in the temple to their wits, and put an end to the underworld. The possibility of discovery, and then fled to Beiju Luzhou in a desperate manner.

It's not that he doesn't want to take those two magic weapons, but that he can't take them. They are originally Maitreya Buddha's things, and there is a mark of the primordial spirit on them.

He didn't dare to stay here for a long time. He accidentally killed the Buddhist scriptures by mistake. Such a crime would not be enough to drive him out of his wits hundreds of times.

The yellow-browed demon king with trembling heart and liver used a method of concealing his breath, completely erasing his traces, and disappeared directly in Xiniu Hezhou.

……

After everyone left, the void shook, and a chaotic bead suddenly appeared on the spot. Xuanzang stepped out of it and looked around.

"Huh? Are you leaving?"

"Oh, it's really boring, the poor monk hasn't had enough fun yet! Wukong is gone, Xiong Er!"

Xuanzang heard a voice transmission, and a small insect flew down from the pillar, and then turned into Monkey King in a flash of golden light.

"Hey, Master, you didn't see it! That monster turned green when he saw you jumping into the pot! My old grandson almost died laughing... By the way, this guy was arranged to avert disaster?"

"Well, it should be! But in this way, their calculations will come to nothing, and they don't want to share our merits! Good good good good!"

At this time, Xiong Likui struggled hard in the backyard, broke free from the iron chain made of fairy iron, and walked out of a dilapidated hut.

Sun Wukong and Xiong Er followed Xuanzang, and they found the caravan, and found that Zhu Bajie was playing cards with Bailongma, and many leaves had been pasted on his face.

"Master is back!"

When Zhu Bajie saw Xuanzang approaching, he quickly got up to greet him, threw the card away, and then pulled the leaves off his face.

Holding a good deck of cards, Bai Longma looked at Zhu Bajie angrily, as if saying, "Can't you afford it, pig?"

"Let's go, it's time to continue on the road!"

The master and apprentice continued on the road after crossing the high mountain. After walking on the road for several months, Xuanzang's cultivation of immortality broke into the late stage of Daluo Jinxian.

It is now June, and the trees are growing extraordinarily green and lush. The summer sun is like naughty elves dancing on the treetops, casting mottled shadows under the trees. Under the scorching fire, people are busy Hit the grass valley and harvest the wheat field.

A Zhuangzi appeared in front of it, located on a flat land, under tall trees and low walls, with hundreds of houses scattered in an orderly manner.

With the sound of cicadas, the villagers were busy threshing wheat. Most of them wrapped their heads in towels and took them off from time to time to wipe the sweat off their faces.

Near Zhuangzi there is a square stele, three feet high, with the words "Tuoluozhuang" engraved on it.

When passing the wheat field, the busy villagers stopped to look at them.

"Where did this person come from? How can a horse pull such a huge carriage!"

"It's probably a stranger! Looking in this direction, they don't mean to go to that shithole, do they?"

"Look, there are several monks sitting in the carriage!"

"It's hundreds of miles away, and the stench is so bad, it's impossible to get through!"

……

At this moment, an old man with a rake stopped their way and said loudly: "Don't go west! It's a shithole, you can't get through it!"

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the poor monk is sent from the east to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures, can you tell the poor monk where this shit is?" Xuanzang came up from the car, clasped his hands and bowed.

As he asked, Xuanzang swept his spiritual sense to the west, and found a canyon between the steep mountains and cliffs. The two sides were extremely steep, and there was persimmon mud two meters deep in it, which was accumulated over the years. Black gave birth to maggots, and a foul smell filled the canyon.

"Monk, you want to go west, but you can't go! This is the Little West Paradise. If you go to the Great West Paradise, the journey is very long. Not to mention the difficulty of going, it's hard to get through this shit!" The old man put the rake on the ground. At hand, said slowly.

"There are eight hundred miles along this mountain road, and the mountain is full of persimmons. The ancient cloud persimmon tree has seven characteristics: one is longevity, two is more yin, three is no bird's nest, four is no insects, five is frosty leaves to play with, six is ​​fruitful, The seven branches and leaves are fat, so the mountain is called Qijue Mountain.

Every year, rotten persimmons fall to the ground, filling up the canyon; eroded by rain, dew, snow and frost, they will become moldy and deteriorate during the summer rainy season, thus becoming a road of filth.The villagers here call it Xishitong.As long as the westerly wind blows, there will be a foul smell. Even Amoy Dung doesn't have such a stench. "

Xuanzang nodded when he heard the words, he didn't take it seriously, although these canyons are dirty, but they all have supernatural powers, so they can naturally clear them.

While talking, a black wind suddenly blew up in the sky, dark clouds and black air covered the sky, and the sky and the earth instantly became dark.

The wind and sand filled the sky, and the chickens, ducks, and livestock all became restless and restless.

The tiles on the roof flew, the willows were bent, and even the trunks were broken and smashed into the stream.

"Monk, run with me, there are monsters coming!"

Everyone in the wheat field ran back to the village with fear on their faces, and then closed the door tightly.

Women scream, children cry.

The old man called Xuanzang twice, seeing him standing still, he didn't care anymore, threw the rake on the ground and ran away.

"You silly monk, if you don't run away, the monster will eat you!"

Knowing that the old man was kindly reminding him, Xuanzang shook his head with a smile, and looked up into the black mist in the clouds.

There, there is a monster!

Monkey King also got down from the caravan, with a golden light in his eyes, and looked towards the sky.

Two big red lanterns appeared in the black air, the red light reflected the ground, and the bloody wind paved the surface.

"Wow!"

With a neighing sound, a huge snake kiss loomed in the black mist. The huge red scales were bigger than the mouth of a bowl.

"Hiss~~~"

The appearance of Xuanzang and others in the wheat field was reflected in the cold snake's pupils, spitting out letters, and rushing straight towards the black wind.

The huge snake body loomed in the dark clouds, with red eyes and black mist spraying from the nose.

(End of this chapter)