Coming across the ocean to see you.

When Sanzang and Monkey traveled thousands of miles and spent several months floating across the sea and set foot on the land of Nanzhan Buzhou, they couldn't help but feel as if they were in another world.

This time it was not a dream after all.

Buddhist scriptures are too true.

The monkey stuck out his tongue and looked at Sanzang.

Although Master's shoulders are empty, the pressure is not small at all.

Because what follows is not simply about subduing demons, but about convincing people's hearts.

In the real Tang Dynasty, Buddhism was spread.

Can it be successful?

The monkey felt anxious.

The people here don't seem to need Buddhism.

Along the way, they passed through villages and cities, but there were still robbers and bandits, corrupt officials, bullying of the weak, injustice and evil happening.

But generally speaking, the world is peaceful and peaceful, the kings are wise and the ministers are wise, the government is harmonious, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the dynasty is under the protection of the emperor, the gods and Buddhas are rare, and the demons dare not commit minor offences.

This is the true human atmosphere.

The monkey compared Xiniuhezhou and Nanzhanbuzhou, and gave cordial greetings to Tathagata.

Liar! Big liar! Humph!

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Without the spread of Buddhism, the mission cannot be accomplished. If Buddhism is spread, this place will not become the next Xiniu Hezhou, right?

Difficult to handle.

The monkey habitually wanted to scratch its ears and cheeks, but its shoulders were tilted under the pressure of the Buddhist scriptures, and it almost fell down.

For some reason, lately I feel that the scriptures are getting heavier and heavier.

It's not just a small mountain, it's literally hundreds of mountains stacked on top of each other.

"Wukong, let me be my master!"

Just as he was baring his teeth, Sanzang's gentle voice sounded. He stretched out his hand and took the Buddhist scriptures.

The monkey was puzzled: "Master, why are you so relaxed?"

Even if the master is the most powerful, capable of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, and being indestructible, his absolute strength is not much greater than theirs.

The monkey felt extremely strenuous to read the sutra, but there was no reason why the other party didn't feel any pressure at all...

Tripitaka said: "You are burdened by the Dharma, and you are resistant and unwilling to accept it. You cannot bear the weight of this true sutra!"

As he spoke, the small mountain of Buddhist scriptures continued to shrink in Sanzang's hands, and finally turned into a golden book.

"Then Master, why do you want me to carry it?"

The monkey scratched his head and blurted out his doubts.

But before Sanzang could answer, the monkey's expression changed: "Is this a test? I failed? Master, you are not going to drive me away, are you?"

Sanzang shook his head: "Of course not, but Wukong, you have to ask yourself, why did you come to the Eastern Land of the Tang Dynasty with your master?"

"What am I for?"

The monkey thought of Sha Seng, Bajie and Xiao Bailong's torture before leaving. They had found themselves through the hardships along the way, but what about him?

From beginning to end, he didn't seem to have an obvious goal. He just followed Sanzang, was protected by his master along the way, and was captured by monsters. As time flew by, his fellow travelers all had their own destinations, but he couldn't even carry the Buddhist scriptures.

…

The sky is vast, where is my home?

The more the monkey thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more he thought about it, the more painful he became. Suddenly he held his head and screamed miserably.

"Ah! Master, it hurts!"

The golden hoop on his head began to shrink, tightly constraining his head, and countless voices seemed to be heard in his ears.

There are the sounds of Buddha, Tao, and the sounds of heaven and earth.

It was as if the whole world was pressing down on my head.

"Wukong!"

Sanzang's expression changed, and he realized that the golden hoop was actually much stronger than he imagined. He reached out and grabbed it, trying to take it off.

But at the moment of contact, a huge force surged out and shook the palm open.

That power has exceeded the upper limit of Buddhism. Even if Tathagata is still there and at his peak, he cannot achieve this intensity.

"The way of heaven?"

"Heaven's imprisonment of the demon clan!"

Sanzang showed a look of surprise, finally understanding what kind of existence the golden hoop was.

It turned out to be Heaven's suppression of the demon clan, which materialized this golden hoop!

From this point of view, the monkey is restrained by the golden hoop and can still exert a fighting power that is not inferior to that of Bajie and Sha Seng. The real strength may be beyond everyone's expectations.

Unfortunately, Sanzang's external force was unable to help the monkey take off the shackles, and it seemed impossible for him to take them off himself.

Sure enough, the monkey tried various methods on the golden hoop, but it had no effect. He could only writhe on the ground in pain.

Gradually, he panted, emptied his mind, and stopped thinking about those problems. The pain in his head suddenly weakened until it disappeared.

When the monkey got up again, his temperament suddenly became docile, and he no longer had a beard. He silently came to Sanzang, lowered his head and whispered: "Master, I should memorize the Buddhist scriptures!"

Sanzang stared deeply at the monkey: "Wukong, what you want to realize should not be this kind of emptiness!"

The monkey trembled slightly: "Master, I am very good, I am really very good..."

Sanzang didn't say much, turned around, took the Buddhist scriptures and walked forward.

The monkey caught up.

…

The atmosphere between master and disciple became even more oppressive, until one day, a dark cloud rumbled towards us in the distance.

It was no ordinary dark cloud. In the center was a giant whirlpool of strange colors. There were dozens of powerful figures inside, sitting, standing, or walking, forming a strange scene.

They are all top immortals.

Sanzang and Monkey couldn't help but stop.

Before, I praised the Eastern Land and the Tang Dynasty for not being influenced by gods and Buddhas. How could you be slapped in the face so quickly?

That's not right, these gods and gods don't seem to be here to teach the Taoist tradition, but rather to practice cultivation.

Practicing in the human dynasty in Nanzhan Province?

They didn't know that it was the alien space created by the Dragon Queen with two hundred sources of power when she sent Bleeding Shura to the lower realm.

This is a conspiracy.

Take the initiative to create a heavenly paradise where you can understand the adversity of gods and demons. Please enter the urn.

The goal of gods and demons in adversity is the way of all worlds, with all contracts and only one, and there is a database of all heavens in the source power, which is extremely attractive.

Hearing the Tao in the morning and dying in the evening, taking advantage of the immortals' desire to break through their own realm, delayed it here. It was so long that the main plot was almost over, and I was still mesmerizingly comprehending it.

It will take a long time to attack the adversity of gods and demons with this method. Let alone a day, a month, dozens or even hundreds of years, it may not be possible to succeed. In this process, these gods and demons who are in seclusion are equivalent to losing their combat effectiveness.

, allowing the reincarnators to flourish.

Of course, there is no loss in standing on the side of the heavens.

Taking this opportunity, as long as we can achieve a few guards, it will not only defend the world in the future, but also help the overall situation at the critical moment of dominating the inheritance.

The greater the number of guards and patrols, the easier it is for the master's inheritance to fall into the hands of one's own people, rather than being tainted by the evil gods and demons that have separated from the main temple.

Both sides had their own gains and losses, but Sanzang and Monkey were stunned until a call came from above: "Why don't you two come up and talk?"

A corner of the dark clouds dispersed, and on a spiritual peak, two Taoists with immortal style were playing chess on the top of the mountain.

Sanzang looked to the left and recognized the person as Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortals. He had had a lively chat with him at a Dharma gathering and served him tea with his own hands.

The one on the right is very unfamiliar, but his aura is unfathomable, and he seems to be still above Zhen Yuanzi.

"Master?"

The monkey's hesitant voice came from behind him, and Sanzang was keenly aware that he was not calling him. When he looked sideways, he saw the monkey looking at the white-bearded old man on the right with tears in his eyes.

That was none other than Patriarch Bodhi. He looked at the monkey and gently stroked his beard: "Idiot! Idiot!"

But at this time, the monkey shook his head again, and the golden hoop tightened again. The severe pain caused his facial features to deform, and he muttered to himself: "No, I am not him. I am a Buddhist fighting and defeating Buddha. I should preach the scriptures honestly. Don't

If you think about it, it won’t hurt anymore! Ahhhhh!”

Along the way, he heard many scoldings from monsters and realized that he was not the unparalleled Monkey King, but just a Buddha created by Buddhism.
To be continued...