The Bodhisattva asked, "Are you willing to take my precepts and practice?"

The Holy Infant King, Red Boy, did not look arrogant at this moment. He said with tears, "If the Bodhisattva spares my life! I am willing to take the precepts and practice with the Bodhisattva!"

The Bodhisattva said, "Are you willing to come into my door?"

Honghai'er said, "If the Bodhisattva is really willing to spare me, I will! I will!"

The Bodhisattva said, "In this case, I will rub my forehead with you and receive the precepts."

The Bodhisattva took out a razor made of pure gold from Zhihong's sleeve. He went to the red boy and shaved a few times, as if he was weighing down the top of Mount Tai.

It's just that he still left three top towers here, which can hold up to three knots.

The Monkey King over there laughed and said, "This goblin is really unlucky! You made me neither a man nor a woman, I don't know what I am like!"

The Bodhisattva ignored Sun Wukong and said to Red Boy, "Since you have accepted my precepts today, I will not treat you lightly. You can just call me a good boy. What do you think?"

The former Holy Infant King Red Boy, now the Good Fortune Boy, nodded and accepted the order.

No matter what the Bodhisattva says at this moment, he will agree because he just wants to survive.

The Bodhisattva pointed at the lotus platform transformed into thirty-six Tiangang knives, and he shouted, "Back off!"

I saw that the Gang Dao fell off that day, and the red boy's body grew quickly.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva and Mucha Hui'an Walker said, "Hui'an, go and call this sword to your father. After you return from the Heavenly Palace, you don't need to pick me up. Just go back to Mount Putuo and wait for me in the heavens." ."

Mu Cha took the order and went to heaven with thirty-six Tiangang knives.

But he said that the boy who was good at making money was wild and unstable.

He saw that his legs no longer hurt and his body would no longer be punctured.

He closed the three knots on his head, then picked up the spear and pointed it at the Bodhisattva and said, "How can you, a Bodhisattva, have any real magic power to surrender to me? It turns out that you used the treasure you received!"

"How could I follow such an incompetent Bodhisattva like you! I can't accept your precepts! Look at the gun!"

The red boy stabbed the red-tipped spear at the Bodhisattva. Although Sun Wukong was still laughing at the Bodhisattva just now, he couldn't really hurt the Bodhisattva now. He was holding the iron rod in both hands and was about to fight with the red boy. Let’s have another fight, kid.

I saw that the Bodhisattva was an old god, and he said, "Wukong! Don't fight! I will punish you in my own way!"

I saw the Bodhisattva taking out a golden hoop from his sleeve.

He took out the golden hoop and said to Wukong, "This treasure was originally a hoop given to me and the Buddhist pilgrims in the East by my Buddha Tathagata. There are three golden hoops in total."

"I gave both the tight hoop and the tight hoop to your master. I wanted him to put the tight hoop on you, but for some reason he didn't put it on you."

"I originally wanted to stay in that prison, but unexpectedly, your master took it away."

"And I think this last golden hoop will be used on this rude monster."

The Bodhisattva threw the golden hoop out, and saw that the hoop grew in the wind. The Bodhisattva shouted, "Change!"

I saw this golden hoop, one turned into five.

The largest one was placed under the head of the red boy, while the four smaller ones were fixed on the ankles and ankles of his hands and feet respectively.

The Bodhisattva said to Wukong, "Wukong, go away and let me recite the "Golden Hoop Mantra"."

Wukong is watching a peep show here, and he also wants to see what effect this golden hoop will have if it is really used on others.

As soon as he ducked away, the Bodhisattva started to pinch and recite the mantra silently.

This mantra did not end after being recited once. The Bodhisattva recited it several times in a row.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The red boy who was shouting about beating and killing just now was speechless.

Wukong's eyes were fixed on the red boy. He saw the standing red boy, suddenly scratching his head and scratching his head, and immediately rolling on the ground.

The Bodhisattva is not finished yet, He is still reciting.

I saw that the golden hoop on the red boy's head was getting tighter and tighter, as if it was trying to squeeze his head into a gourd head.

And the same goes for his limbs.

Wukong, who has fought against Red Boy for so many rounds, certainly knows how hard Red Boy's head is and how strong his limbs are, but they are all useless in front of this golden hoop.

He couldn't help but think of what if he had put on those tight hoops.
Chapter completed!