Those Years When I Was an Animal

Sun Wukong accompanied the Tang Monk all the way to get scriptures. Through various kinds of tribulations, he finally won the victory over the Buddha.

However, he was not happy. The western world was extremely boring. He either chanted sutras or chanted Buddhist Scriptures every day.

There are so many rules that he suspects monkey life. The most important thing is not to lower the boundary.

Because he had a criminal record, if he stayed in the human world without permission, the Buddha would not have been sealed for 500 years this time. It could have been 50000 years or 5 million years.

In the past, the monsters who stopped him on the way were all under the hands of Daojun and Bodhisattvas. When he saw them, he could not fight or scold him, but also had to greet them with a good face.

Because the backstage is much harder than he is, he may be punished by reading a thousand day Sutra or copying a hundred thousand sutras after a complaint.

Who in the world does not know that his grandchildren are most annoyed with these things and get headache when they read them.

He is just a grassroots, no backstage, no background. On weekdays, those colleagues flatter on the surface, secretly ridicule, and occasionally crowd out. He is hard to say.

Day after day, he stood in a daze, full of resentment.

He only wanted to go back to Huaguo Mountain and live a life of his own free will instead of defeating the Buddha in the struggle of the laoshizi. Even if he was a little bit tired, he recognized it.

Or he may kill the Buddha directly and let the whole Western Heaven be his own master. It's impossible to forget it. After all, he can't do it himself.

When Yu Qingyu opened his eyes, he saw a turmeric cloth clothes and a monk in a big red cassock standing in front of him.

His deep eyes are full of disgust at the moment, "you go, my teacher has no apprentice like you!"

Yu Qingyu thought about the TV play that he had seen. Isn't this the part of three hit white bone fairy?

He felt his head and found that the gold hoop was still there, and he didn't take Anshan when he left.

"Master, I can go. If you take this gold hoop from my head, I will go."

Tang Monk face embarrassed, "this is given by master Guanyin, how can I have that ability?"

Yu Qingyu rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to go? When I'm gone, will I roll back when you read the Sutra? I don't want face? "

"You... You... Cough..." Tang Monk seemed to be in a short breath and didn't say anything for a long time. His face was red with cough.

The second elder martial brother flattered him and quickly stroked the Tang Monk's back, "you monkey head, you killed several lives, but you still don't admit that you are wrong. How dare you reply when the master says you a few words?"

Yu Qingyu rolled his eyes and stood aside with a stick. I can ignore you.

Tang Monk coughed for a long time, then slowly came over, he stared at Yu Qingyu, "do you go or not?"

Yu Qingyu: "I'm not going. Do you want to recite the mantra

Tang Monk: "yes."

Yu Qingyu sneered, "OK, I'll go."

Yu Qingyu has walked through so many worlds. He has known the condition of this body just now.

As soon as he lifted his breath, he flew up and disappeared in front of everyone in a moment.

The world is full of aura. Otherwise, there would not be so many animals. However, it is still far from being immortal.

At least, the cultivation of people and animals here depends on the induction of heaven and earth, and there is no props to assist them.

Some of the magic tools are still unique.

Yu Qingyu found a remote mountain and spent half a day setting up the spirit gathering array. He took out all the spirit stones and piled them around.

He also dug a hole, put the Pearl into it, undressed and sat in the pit.

With such resources, he would not believe that he could not make a world-class strong man.

It doesn't matter who is able to talk with Buddha.