"It's fine if Xuanzang insists on doing this."

Guanyin sighed softly and did not persuade her. In fact, this was nothing to her. The little white dragon was gone, and she could find the little black dragon and the little yellow dragon, just to make some trouble.

The kneeling little white dragon saw that he had nothing to do with his own affairs when he got the scriptures, and was stunned and knelt down foolishly.

Guanyin ignored him, glanced around and said in a false confusion: "Why is Wukong not here?"

Xuanzang recited the Buddha's name and carefully said that Sun Wukong killed the bandits and ran away with anger, saying bluntly that monks should be compassionate.

Wukong is disregarded by human life and is not suitable for being a family member. And he does not have the ability to discipline Wukong.

"Wukong is a casual person, he is bloodthirsty and willful, and he should be punished. I am having something with you."

Guanyin said, descending from the clouds, taking out a golden hat from her sleeves, and handing it to Xuanzang.

"When Wukong comes back, let him put it on. I will pass on another mantra of you, called the Tight Hook Spell, which can subdue him."

"Thank you Bodhisattva"

Xuanzang took the hat and listened carefully to the spell of tight hoops.

After about a stick of incense, Guanyin stepped on the sky, and Xuanzang left Yingchou Stream and continued to go west.

The broken Yingchou Stream has returned to silence. Between the rocks and water stains everywhere, the little white dragon stood in a daze. From now on, he will continue to be trapped in Yingchou Stream.

The only chance I missed, the next time, it may be a hundred years, a thousand years, or forever.

He was so badly hurt by the bitch of Nine-Headed Worm and the Halloween Princess. Only at this moment did he understand their sinister intentions.

"I will not be a dragon if I do not avenge this revenge!"

The little white dragon clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were about to spit out. After a moment, he let go of his hand dejectedly. He didn't even have the courage to leave here, so how could he ask the Nine-Headed Wart and Princess Halloween to take revenge.

The sound of branches being trampled off came from a hundred steps away from the southeast side, and a Taoist man wearing a mysterious yellow Taoist robe appeared.

"who"

The little white dragon suddenly turned around with sharp eyes. Seeing that it was a Taoist priest with no level of cultivation, he frowned slightly and had suspicion in his eyes.

Chu Feng put the hands in his sleeve behind him with a smile on his face.

"Ao Lie, I came here to tell you that I will stay in Yingchoujian with peace of mind. Once the journey to the west is over, I will plead for you and let you go home."

"you?"

Xiao Bailong's eyes were full of suspicion. With his identity, he had basically seen all the gods and immortals of the nine heavens and ten earths, and all the big and small gods, but he had never seen the Taoist priest in front of him. Why should he plead for him if he is nothing?

Chu Feng had long expected Xiao Bailong's reaction, so he reached out and pulled his belt and shook it.

"The golden rope of the Taishang Laojun!"

The little white dragon exclaimed.

A red light flashed in Chu Feng's palm, and a purple-gold and red gourd appeared.

"The Purple Gold Red Gourd of Laojun"

The expression on the little white dragon's face turned into extreme shock. The two things that Taishang Laojun carried with him actually appeared on this Taoist priest. This person's identity must be extremely valuable. Maybe he came on behalf of Taishang Laojun.

The Taishang Laojun is not scary. What is scary is the person behind the Taishang Laojun, the legendary character, and the legendary terrifying existence of the Hunyuan Immortal Tribulation.

He saw this incident on the ancient scroll he picked up by the Dragon Clan. It was a glorious and prosperous era. The Dragon Clan also dominated the world, but unfortunately it was defeated in the end.

The bloodline was suppressed and became a slave to the heavenly court.

At this time, Chu Feng took out two more items, one with a lotus-shaped jade lamp on his head and the other with a three-pointed, two-edged knife.

"This is the Lotus Lantern of the Three Holy Mothers, Erlang Shen's Three-pointed Two-edged Sword"

The little white dragon's heart was filled with turmoil again. Why are these two things? Is it meant that the Jade Emperor was hinting himself that he would stay honestly in Yingchoujian and not participate in anything. When the time comes, he could regain freedom.

Chu Feng waved his hand and took everything back, but there was still a smile on his face.

“Everything is the same as you think”

The little white dragon immediately smiled, and it seemed that he had regained his life. Being able to gain freedom was his greatest wish. As for whether he could become a Buddhist, he had no interest at all.

What do the dragon clan like the most? The treasures in the world, the free soaring of the world, and the beauties of all races.

"Thank you, Master, I will cultivate my mind and nature here!"

Xiao Bailong gave a big gift seriously.

"Well, I'm leaving"

Chu Feng shook his sleeves and left.

Very good, killed one, the next one, Goku!

...

On the path of sheep intestines, the breeze blew.

Xuanzang held the nine-ring tin staff and walked alone, his eyes swept to the surrounding plants and trees from time to time. The horror scene created by the little white dragon just now was still wandering in his mind. At this moment, he was afraid that a monster would come out and give him a mouthful.

"Master, Master..."

A voice came from the sky, very loud, not exactly the voice of Wukong.

Xuanzang was delighted, turned around and looked at it. Thinking of what happened before, he deliberately looked very serious.

Sun Wukong came near, stretched out his furry hand, scratched his neck, and said with a smile: "The disciple just went to the old dragon king for a drink."

Xuanzang picked up a stone as tall as an ordinary chair and sat on it, looking very unhappy.

"You can have wine when you are in good condition, but I can only eat some rotten steamed buns."

"The disciple is wrong, the disciple is wrong..."

Sun Wukong walked to Baima with a smile, took off his luggage, opened the package, found a rotten steamed bun, threw it in his hand a few times, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw a golden hat with excellent workmanship.

He put down the steamed buns casually and said excitedly: "Master, this hat looks so good, but is it for me?"

The expression on Xuanzang's face was a little unnatural. After all, it was the first time to cheat someone. It was wrong, cheating monkeys!

"If the master doesn't say it, it's mine."

The innocent and romantic Sun Wukong didn't know that he had been deceived by humans again. After putting on the hat, he inadvertently struggled with Xuanzang's expression, because of trust, and didn't think much about it. (He trusted Xuanzang for five hundred years, and he trusted Xuanzang who rescued him with a simple mind. This is why Chu Feng took the risk and sent Xiao Liu Yanchang to try it, but unfortunately he didn't succeed).

"Namo Puguang Buddha, Namo Puming Buddha, Namo Pujing Buddha, Namo Tamaraba Sandalwood Buddha, Namo Sandalwood Buddha, Namo Sandalwood Buddha..."

A sound of chanting scriptures came.

Sun Wukong felt his hat tightening suddenly. Without saying a word, he took off the hat and threw it aside.

"Ah, master, master, don't miss it, don't miss it..."

Sun Wukong covered his head in pain and looked at Xuanzang in disbelief. He was deceived by humans again.

Xuanzang had no intention of stopping, and he became more and more excited as he thought.

Sun Wukong kept rolling on the ground in pain, falling into the grass and falling into the stream. He tried to escape, but no matter how far he escaped, the sound like a magic sound would be like in his ears, causing severe pain in his head.
Chapter completed!