"Good disciple, how about I give you a Dharma name for my master?"

"Wukong is my Dharma name."

Xuanzang said happily: "It is also suitable for our sect."

"Could it be that your previous teacher was also from my Buddhist sect?"

"Born and raised by the earth, magical powers are self-evident." Wukong answered.

Xuanzang expressed his understanding, as it seemed that these saints were all highly capable, otherwise they would not have allowed Buddha to intervene to suppress them.

He looked Wukong up and down and said, "You look just like that little Toutuo. I'll give you a mixed name and call you Walker, okay?"

"Master, has anyone told you that you are a bit wordy?" Wukong frowned and looked at Xuanzang. He wondered if he had recited the tightening curse too hard and damaged the other person's brain.

"Nonsense? No, right?"

Xuanzang felt good about himself.

"You haven't said what the name 'Walker' is like yet!"

Wukong said casually: "We are all seekers on the road to the great road, so we can be called practitioners."

"Did you agree?"

"Um."

"Good, good, good!"

Xuanzang was very happy and began to talk more.

"Disciple, you have great supernatural powers and have seen the Buddha. Do you think the Buddha can hear me when I recite sutras?"

"You can hear it, you can definitely hear it."

Wukong said perfunctorily: "Buddha's eyes can see all over the world, and that old man likes to meddle most."

Xuanzang asked again: "The Buddhist text says that you had a Dharma fight with Yang Jian, the Erlang God?"

"Um."

"Then his third eye is more powerful, or is the Buddhist clairvoyance more powerful?"

"I haven't compared it, so I don't know."

"Among the four heavenly kings, why is there no King Li?"

"Because there are only four gates in heaven, Lao Li has no place to stand."

"Is Nezha a boy?"

"At least it seems so for now."

"Why?"

"Because He is the reincarnation of a bead, his gender can be very ambiguous."

"..."

Xuanzang was slightly startled, then he didn't say anything and just looked at Wukong quietly.

The chattering master fell silent, which made Wukong feel strange.

"What are you looking at?"

Xuanzang said hesitantly: "Nezha is a bead and you are a stone. Doesn't that mean..."

Wukong's face darkened: "Get out!"

Xuanzang clasped his hands together and shook his head: "A monk should not say 'Go away'."

Looking at the serious Xuanzang, Wukong felt his blood surge and his brain hurt.

He took a deep breath and organized his words.

After a moment, Wukong carefully said every word:

"Please politely leave my sight!"

"This sentence is much more elegant."

When Xuanzang heard this, his face lit up with joy. He nodded happily, saying that this disciple really had wisdom.

Wukong was stunned.

He glared at Xuanzang: "Then why are you still here? My respected master!"

In the last sentence, Wukong squeezed it out through his teeth.

In an instant, Xuanzang felt a murderous aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood coming towards his face.

His heart trembled and his whole body was terrified.

When he thought that this monkey was also a master of unprovoked killings, Xuanzang was able to bend and stretch, and he responded:

"Okay!"

Then he decisively got on his horse.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Looking at Xuanzang's back as he rode away, the anger in Wukong's eyes gradually dissipated, and his expression returned to calm.

He said to himself somewhat amusedly: "It's really interesting."

This master on the way west is actually a wonderful man.

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Zhongnan Mountain.

The misty haze fills the door, and the greenery of pines and cypresses surrounds the house.

Three thousand steps lead directly to the top of the main peak, and countless lotuses bloom in the void.

Thanks to the grace of the mountain owner, many ascetics gather in this open cave paradise.

In the distance, I can only see tall mountains, and hear apes and deer singing, and spiritual birds flying in and out of the clouds.

Immortals ride on the clouds and mist, Taoists sing happily.

With the sound of wind and the roar of cranes, there is a divine wind-controlling crane in the nine heavens, riding in the blue sky.

Immortals, Taoists, and gods live together in the same mountain, all free and easy, carefree and at ease.

When they can chat, they sit on the ground in small groups;

If we can't talk, then we should bow our hands and separate.

No one is causing trouble.

No one dares to cause trouble.

Unless you can resist the mountain master's sword.

The owner of the mountain has something to say first, you must have real skills when doing nonsense.

If you can resist his sword, you can conquer the vastness of heaven and earth.

Of course there are people who are eager to try it.

But so far, no one has succeeded.

Those who try it are on the verge of death.

Under the sword, all living beings are equal.

Therefore, everyone knows how powerful the mountain master is.

Then.

The number of people asking for a hammer also increased.

When it comes to spiritual practice, there are naturally many people who go against the current.

It is also a long-standing tradition to dare to ask the strong for swords.

Mingyu was positive about this.

He waved his hand happily and set up a sword formation on the top of the mountain.

Let these iron-headed boys bang their heads and bleed.

boom--

The sword light on the top of the mountain flashed red, orange, yellow and green, knocking down four immortals.

One of them accidentally landed in front of Li Shimin.

This surprised Li Shimin, who had just entered the mountain gate.

"Chunfeng, what are you doing?"

"Your Majesty? Why are you here?"
To be continued...