Fantasy World Transmigration

The old Taoist priest climbed onto the hill in front of Lingshan. He looked up and saw the Lingshan above. Wandao Xiaguang bloomed. Among the numerous buddhas, a large Buddha face smiled and smiled, about with Sumiyama.

In front of the big Buddha, a giant golden monkey looks extraordinarily thin and short. It wears a dragon-winged gold-crowned crown, wearing a gold chain mail, and the footsteps are stalking. Holding a daring gold hoop, barely standing in front of the big Buddha, a stick to the sky, to the face of the Buddha, waved that stick.

Its feet will take a deep crack in the earth, facing the round, intelligence, and peaceful light behind the Buddha’s head. It seems to have a strong force on the shoulders and will not kneel down. .

“Wukong, are you still obsessed?” Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn’t bear to ask.

“Enlighten! Monkey!” He also persuaded.

“What is wrong with being a fighter to win the Buddha?” Erlang said with emotion, it seems that there is a flaw, there seems to be regrets, ask Wukong, and ask himself.

Looking at the Buddha or disdain, or dignified, or low-lying eyes, Wukong is just laughing, and suddenly there are three silhouettes in his mind, one is a stubborn stone monkey, and the game is in the Fruit Fruit Mountain. Explore a water curtain hole, and the monkeys are so popular, a Monkey King.

One is fierce armor, drinking 蟠 peach fairy wine, stealing Laojun Jindan, wearing a gold chain mail, wearing a feather-winged purple gold crown, drinking a group of demon, stepping through Ling Xiao said Qi Tian.

The last one sat on the lotus platform, and numerous golden hairs fluttered in the wind. The figure was tall and tall, and the face was correct. The eyes were a little compassionate, the intelligence was clear, the possessive remarkable abilities… The treasure was solemn, and a dark gold plaque was put on the body. The end is a great compassionate, prajna intelligence of the gods of the holy Buddha.

“If you are willing… why do you have me?” Wukong asked.

“If you put this down, clear comprehension itself, I am fighting against the Buddha… But if I want to be a Buddha, will there be thousands of reincarnations, and you will not be perfect?”

The fight in his heart beats the Buddha started talking: “Let’s put it down!”

In the air, Chen Ang’s phantom slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint sigh…

The call in my heart is always awkward!

The clouds in the wind, it came to me.

The man in the distance is still waiting

The familiar voice is gone.

Wukong bowed his head and the pressure from the big Buddha in front of him was getting heavier and heavier. For example, the thousand-seat, the 10,000-shoulders of the mountain, the high-powered reliance of the past, this moment is like the absence of the general, such as the ruin of the iron and bone, but only Like a paper paste, the straight lone turns a little bit, and the straight spine gives off a heavy sound.

Wukong licks his teeth, but his voice is already hoarse.

The opposite Buddha’s sigh sighed: “Idiot!”

His right palm was vain, moved towards Wukong, and slowly slammed, Wukong’s foot under the mountain was broken, his legs were tied like a stone, shivering slightly, and his arms were no longer stable like Mount Tai. Also, as the legs trembled, the pressure of the enormous force of the heavens caused Wukong’s eyes to split, and a row of blood and tears flowed down the corners of the eyes.

Dropped on the ground.

The old Taoist priest opened his mouth and did not know how to describe this scene.

“You said you want to leave, will you come back tomorrow? Once you can’t forget, now you still remember. Turning around is not to say goodbye, but separation is inseparable…”

On the Lingshan, the Buddha is silent, and in the unwillingness of Wukong, there seems to be a voice singing. The old Taoist priests looked back and saw the setting sun. Chen Ang took the horse and left with Lingshan.

“If I met the former me… please bring him back!”

“Master…” Wukong’s voice is vague, it is overwhelmed, and he is still struggling to ask, “When you gave the name, but because he used to call Sun Wukong?”

Chen Ang is not replied at first: “Or for this reason, but in my mind, you are the unique and unmatched Sun Wukong!”

Wukong’s mind emerged from the past scenes. At that time, the erotic people were said with a smile: “If you don’t want to be old, and you want longevity not to be old, then you will be surnamed Sun!”

Chen Ang also said: “You seem to be a talented person. The inside is an unruly temper. If you don’t bend it, you will have to make a big disaster in the future. This is a natural evil, a hard stone. The wayward nature, as well as the magic that I learned from the teacher here.”

“You are a monkey, and you don’t expect you to become a moral person. Breaking the stone is not Wuken…”

“In the future, you will call Sun Wukong!”

At this time, its waist has been pressed into a tight bow, and the spine seems to be broken at any time. The Buddha of Heavenly Heaven has raised his heart, worrying about when it will break and smash it. .

Wukong is one inch and one inch facing the pressure of the palm of the hand, straight up!

His booth eyes are red, almost thinning out of the blood mist, a word of words: “Break the stone…not Wukong! Hey…no…enhance!”

The gift from Chen Ang, which was built by the extraterrestrial star, was cracked by an inch and an inch after bending to the limit!

The Buddha’s Palm, which was supported by it, slammed down to Wukong, and couldn’t help but cred out in surprise. Erlang Xiansheng really couldn’t help but step forward, clenching his fists, and watching the demon king in the distance is a big cow. Eyes, face scared.

“Hey said! Hey… no… enlightenment!” Wukong screamed in the sky, waving a broken golden hoop, hitting Buddha’s Palm It broke the palm of the gods, and it took out a myriad of time and space collapses, and the vast stars of the universe were destroyed.

Chen Ang hearing this, looking back, seeing the broken star of the gods, the renewed golden hoop, suddenly revealed a smile.

“Apocalypse… I need a unique gold hoop!”

“What to change?”

“What is the key data for an experiment?”

“What experiment?”

“That golden hoop, can you break Gautama’s head?”

“it is good!”

The golden hoop sticks on the Buddha’s Palm, which is the sky, which covers the whole three universes and completely flips it. With all the materials of the four major continents and the four seas and four oceans, the blow is crushed and crushed. A gold hoop was torn open, and Buddha’s Palm was broken by a stick.

The golden god, who jumped out of it, jumped out of it.

Suddenly, I stopped stagnation and silently looked at my broken palm and sighed: “You won!”

In all directions, countless Immortal God stagnate together, and suddenly sighs and praises: “Do fighting, fighting, winning, Buddha!”, Guanyin Bodhisattva also praised: “Do fighting, fighting, winning, Buddha!” ​​suddenly all over the world, countless Immortal God A total of praise: “Qi Tian the Great, fighting … victory Buddha!”

During the tsunami in the mountains, Wukong gazed at the golden hoop in his palm and suddenly smiled, and finally looked back.

Going to fly ash and go…

The golden hoop fell into the dust, smashing the plaque of the Daxiong Hall and plugging it in front of the Great Thunder Sound Temple.