When Wukong saw this, he felt happy. He smiled and said, "Bodhisattva! Bodhisattva! I have a way to save labor, good luck! Good luck!"

The Bodhisattva asked, "Wukong, why do you say this?"

Wukong said, "This monster didn't ask for it. He carved his name on the bottom of the glass. He has two elixirs in his plate. He is going to celebrate the birthday of the furbolg."

"Bodhisattva, if you don't become like this Ling Xuzi, I will turn into an elixir."

"In this case, Bodhisattva, you don't have to wait for a long time, and I don't have to fight hard."

"If the Bodhisattva does not follow my plan, and Lao Sun returns to the Huaguo Mountain to the east, and the Bodhisattva returns to the Luojia Mountain to the south, then let my master go west by himself, and this Buddhist robe can be regarded as a gift to the furbolg."

The Bodhisattva laughed and scolded, "You monkey head, how can you be so naughty?"

Wukong said, "I can defeat with wisdom, but not with strength. I have grown up a lot in recent years. Bodhisattva, please don't underestimate me."

The Bodhisattva said, "I rely on you, I rely on you."

He transformed into the Canglang Taoist Ling Xuzi.

The Bodhisattva originally had the image of an immortal, but now he is walking beside the Buddha, losing the solemnity of the treasure and showing the charm of the Taoist bones.

Wukong also transformed into an elixir and fell into the glass plate.

On top of the elixir he transformed into, there was a mouth, and he said, "Bodhisattva! I will transform this elixir and refine it with him, and it will be much bigger."

"When you see the furbolg, be sure to give him the big ones."

"After I wait for him to swallow it, I will turn his stomach upside down. If only he is willing to return the Buddha's robes to me."

"If he insists on refusing to hand over the Buddhist robes, I will dismantle his intestines, peel off the skin and bones, and weave a set of Buddhist robes."

The Bodhisattva said, "Your thoughts are very unkind, so don't say anything anymore."

The lips on the big elixir disappeared.

The Bodhisattva Taoist took steps in all directions and continued towards the Black Wind Cave.

These mountains are extremely steep, with towering mountains and ridges rising above the clouds.

A place like this should be full of evil spirits and inaccessible to humans.

But there are also green cypresses and pines. Although they are not rare and precious things, they are lush and lush and quite pleasant.

It is also like the place where immortals live in seclusion and practice.

Bodhisattva walks all the way.

He saw that there was a stream in the mountains and a spring at the head of the stream.

The sound of gurgling water is like the sound of a fairy, like washing your ears.

He also saw that there were elk on the cliff and white cranes in the forest, which was very pleasing to the eye.

The Bodhisattva thought to himself, "This evil black bear has occupied the top of this mountain and lived in such a cave. It can be regarded as some kind of path, and it seems to have some fate with me, the Buddha."

A thought occurred to Him and compassion arose.

The Bodhisattva walked to the door.

The little demon guarding the cave is familiar with Taoist Canglang.

It said enthusiastically, "The immortal Lingxu is here! The immortal Lingxu is here!"

One little demon guarding the cave guides him, and the other enters the cave to report.

The black bear spirit came out of the second door and said, "Fellow Taoist Lingxu, I'll thank you for your hard work, and I will bring glory to you."

While he was saying this, he was thinking in his mind whether Taoist Master Lingxu was transformed by the monkey.

The day before yesterday, he met Hericium for the first time. It was in that grassland, where he sat down with the wise man in white and the Canglang Taoist to talk about Taoism.

The monkey head has seen the appearance of a Taoist before, and it was impossible to deceive him by transforming into Elder Jinchi before. Now it seems impossible that he will transform into a Taoist named Canglang again.

He observed carefully.

But I saw that this Canglang Taoist was more immortal than before, and seemed to be practicing more diligently.

He expected that the monkey head, even if it could be transformed into his appearance, would be exactly the same in appearance, but he would only be able to imitate its appearance and only get its shape, but not its temperament.

He thought about it so much that he couldn't help but feel guilty for doubting his old friend, so he became even more enthusiastic.

The two of them finished praying to each other.

The Taoist Bodhisattva sat down, held up the transparent multi-colored glass plate in his hand and said, "Xiao Dao recently obtained an elixir and presented it to the king."

"Taking it and enjoying it can prolong your life for thousands of years."

The black bear spirit didn't want to eat it immediately, so he chatted with the Canglang Taoist about his encounter with Wukong yesterday.

The Bodhisattvas and Taoists also didn’t respond.

He said in his mouth, "No matter what those throwing things are, immortality is what we pursue."

When Black Bear Spirit saw Master Canglang saying this, he also said, "Don't talk about the bad things. On good days and auspicious days, we must talk about the happy things!"

When he saw two elixirs in the plate, he said, "Fellow Taoist Lingxu, you and I can take these together and live for a thousand years!"

"I would like to be friends with your Majesty for thousands of years!"

The Taoist Bodhisattva took a closer look and picked up the slightly smaller one.

Over there with the black bear spirit, pick up the bigger one.

The black bear spirit said, "We are happy together! We are happy together!"

He just opened his mouth and put the elixir into his mouth. Before he could chew it, the medicine seemed to have spiritual power and rolled down.

When Wukong entered the black bear spirit's body, he didn't wait for a moment. He immediately showed his true form and started tossing around.

The black bear spirit fell to the ground immediately.

The Bodhisattva and the Taoist suddenly transformed and showed their original treasure appearance.

He begged the black bear, "Where are the Buddha's robes and cassocks?"

The black bear spirit hunched over and trembled, like seafood out of water.

To outsiders, it looks like he is alive and kicking, but in reality he is in agony and almost dead.

He told the location of the Buddha's robe intermittently. After hearing this, Wukong in his belly stopped torturing the black bear spirit and flew out from his nostrils to find the cassock.

When the Bodhisattva saw Wukong retreating, he was afraid that the black bear would cause trouble and be rude.

She once received three hoops from the Buddha, all of which have the ability to calm the mind and control the wisdom.

If Tang Monk Li Fuduo hadn't asked for one, it would be just right to use it here.

It's a pity that the Bodhisattva only has one in his hand, so he is very unwilling to use it like this.

Fortunately, in recent days, He has been studying the golden hoop method day and night, and has gained some experience.

She plucked a bud from the willow branch in her hand, tied it into a ring of grass, and threw it on the head of the black bear spirit.

The demon had already seen Wukong get the cassock at this moment. He picked up the black tassel spear and didn't want to think about anything else. He just wanted to have a fight to calm down his anger.

Unexpectedly, when the Bodhisattva held the Dharma seal with his hand and recited the true text, the grass ring that fell on his head suddenly tightened.

In an instant, it gave him a terrible headache.

The Bodhisattva ascended into the air and stepped on the lotus throne.

When Wukong saw the terrible appearance of this black bear spirit, he burst out laughing.

He was also very afraid, "If Master listens to this Bodhisattva's slander and wears that forbidden ring on me, I'm afraid I will be in this terrible situation."

He misses Master even more.

At this time, the Bodhisattva loudly said, "You evil beast! Are you willing to take refuge in my Buddhism now?"

The black bear spirit rolling back and forth on the ground was so painful that it showed its prototype.

If the Bodhisattva does not recite the mantra, his head will not stop.

He personally felt this power. In its true form, a black bear, it knelt down on the ground and said, "My disciple, I wish to take refuge! I hope you will spare my life!"

Wukong saw the tuft of white hair on the black bear monster's chest rising and falling, and he no longer had the thought of beating it to death with a stick.

I just feel like this monster is quite pitiful.

But if he didn't show off, how could the furbolg stop hating the Bodhisattva and become grateful?
Chapter completed!