The Heavenly Venerate of the Great Antiquity

"The monster that shamelessly attacked your grandfather, give it to my grandson! Eat my grandson!"

When Wukong saw the other party come out, without waiting for the other party to speak, he shouted, and while swinging the golden cudgel in his hand, he hit the other party.

Well!

The golden hoop rod came violently, bringing a whimper of air, and swept over the monster's head.

Whoa!

The monster's voice was swept away by the stick, leaving an afterimage, and people had no idea where it went.

Suddenly, right in front of Wukong, a stronger gust of wind swept in, targeting Wukong in mid-air.

"...Humph! A trick to eagle bugs!" Wukong snorted coldly. Just now he was attacked by the opponent without paying attention. Now that he came prepared, how could the same method succeed twice?

The whistling wind swept through the yellow sand of the carrier. Wukong was ready, and immediately sacrificed the eyes that Ye Chen had refined for himself, and protected them.

Sandstorm skipped the glasses and did not have the slightest effect on Wukong (the king's Zhao).

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Chapter [-]: Yellow Wind Strange Escape

The whistling wind swept through the yellow sand of the carrier. Wukong was ready, and immediately sacrificed the eyes that Ye Chen had refined for himself, and protected them.

Sandstorm skipped the glasses and didn't have the slightest effect on Wukong.

With the glasses, even though the strange wind was surprisingly powerful, Wukong just used a supernatural power to stabilize his body and was not affected by the strong wind.

Then, with the help of glasses, Wukong saw the Yellow Wind Monster not far away, who was wrapping Tang Seng and trying to escape.

"I still want to run this time, dream!" Wukong shouted, calling out his own somersault cloud.

唰

Just a moment, he ran in front of the yellow wind monster.

Huang Fengguai was startled, his own samadhi god wind was in no way unfavorable, how could it have no effect on this monkey?

Naturally, he didn't know that all of this was due to the odd pair of glasses on the other's face.

"I hit!"

The monkey was angry at this time, and struck the yellow wind monster with a stick.

The other party quickly picked up his three-pronged steel fork, trying to block Wukong's stick.

But how did he know that Wukong's golden cudgel was so powerful that when he fought, he was knocked down from the air by Wukong.

The yellow wind monster is only a powerful kamikaze, and other skills are mediocre. Without the help of kamikaze, he is naturally not Wukong's opponent. Just a few times, his hands and feet are numb, and he can't even hold the steel fork tightly.

After a few more sticks, Wukong saw a gap in the opponent, and hit the yellow wind monster with a stick, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood spit out, and when it encounters the air, the black gas that turns into a zizi disappears in the air.

The yellow wind monster hurriedly blew another gust of wind, Wukong was not afraid at all, and another stick knocked down and went straight to his forehead.

When this stick was knocked down, it was when the Yellow Wind Monster was killed.

The yellow wind monster hurriedly threw the Tang monk on the ground and blocked it in front of Wukong's iron rod.

Wukong hurriedly closed the move, caught the unconscious Tang Seng, turned his head to look again, the yellow wind monster didn't know what trick to use, and turned into billowing yellow smoke.

"Hmph! Good luck to you!" Wukong rubbed his aching eyes and cursed angrily, for fear of another accident, he took Tang Seng and turned his head away.

Not far from the ground, Huang Fengguai pressed his injured shoulder, his eyes showed traces of demonic energy, and the demonic energy permeated his entire body, slowly recovering his injured shoulder.

He looked at Wukong's disappearing figure, cursed secretly, and disappeared into the depths of the ground.

The new Taoist view in Hami, Wukong landed from mid-air and threw the unconscious Tang monk to the ground.

Seeing that Tang Seng was just too frightened, Ye Chen didn't care anymore, and turned to look at Wukong: "How did you get this look?"

At this time, Wukong's beard and hair were all messed up, and his appearance was in a mess, all of which were blown by the strange wind.

At the moment, Wukong told Ye Chen about his encounter with the Yellow Wind Monster.

"Hmph, this is the Samadhi god wind, this must be a ghost from Buddhism! Don't pay attention to him, I will settle the account in the future, I will show you your eyes first!" Said, he just used Taiyi Holy Water, Xiantian Renshui, Houtian Kui It was prepared with water, and the antidote of various elixir was added to Wukong's eyes, and it would be fine in a while.

After the eyes were healed, Wukong (bbee) happily ran to play.

The next day, Tang Seng also woke up leisurely. In addition to being frightened, he also came to express his thanks to Wukong. Unfortunately, Wukong didn't like this monk at all, so he just closed the door and disappeared, which made Tang Seng quite embarrassed.

Surprisingly, after this experience, the bald head's determination to build a temple has not changed at all, and he is just pulling the monks of the Guanyin Temple to repair the new Guanyin Temple.

In this way, more than a month passed before everyone set off westward again.

Let's say that everyone waited until the Tang monk completed the Guanyin Temple, came out of the mountain, and walked all the way to the west for the night.

The borders of Wusi Dizang are not small, and when you sit on the mountain peak, there are no demons blocking the way.

At this time, the Jinwu clan was wiped out, and the Buddha's golden body, the Great Sun Tathagata, which was originally transformed by Daoist Lu Ya, naturally disappeared, not to mention his dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, Zen Master Wuchao.

Without Zen Master Wuchao, there would be little "Many Heart Sutra" that mentions the spirituality of Tang monks.