Sun Wukong accompanies Tang Seng to learn Buddhist scriptures all the way, and through all kinds of tribulations, he is finally able to defeat the Buddha.
But he is not happy, the western world is extremely boring, every day is either chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha or various dharma meetings.
There are so many rules that he doubts monkey life, and the most important thing is not to go to the lower bounds.
Because he has a criminal record, if he stays in the human world privately, the Buddha must not have been sealed for 500 years this time, maybe 50,000 years, 5 million years.
In the past, the monsters who stopped him halfway were all under the command of Taoist monarchs and Bodhisattvas. When he saw him, not only could he not beat or scold him, but he had to greet him with a good face.
Because the backer is much stronger than him, if he sues, he may be punished, such as reading a thousand scriptures or copying a hundred thousand scriptures or something.
Who in the world doesn't know that his grandson annoys these things the most, and just thinking about it gives him a headache.
He is just a grassroots person with no backer or background. Those colleagues usually flatter them superficially, ridicule them secretly, and occasionally exclude him. He is suffering and cannot tell.
Day after day, he stood in a daze at the edge of the sky, resentment exuded all over his body.
He only wished that he could go back to Huaguo Mountain and live a life as he wished, even if it was a bit hard and tiring, but he would admit it once.
Or if it is possible, just kill the Buddha directly and let him decide the whole Western Paradise. If it is impossible, let it be, after all, he can't do it himself.
When Yu Qingyu opened his eyes, he saw a monk in turmeric cloth and a scarlet cassock standing in front of him.
His deep eyes were full of disgust at the moment, "You go, I don't have an apprentice like you as a teacher!"
Yu Qingyu thought for a while about the TV series he had watched, isn't this the part about the Three Dozens of Bone Demons
He rubbed his head, yes, the golden hoop is still there, and he will not take An Sheng with him when he leaves.
"Master, I can go, you take the gold hoop from my head and I will go."
Tang Seng looked puzzled, "This is a gift from Guanyin, how can I have such abilities?"
Yu Qingyu rolled his eyes, "Then why do you want me to go? After I leave, after you recite the scriptures, will I come back? I don't want to lose face?"
"You...you...cough cough." Tang Seng seemed to be out of breath, and he didn't speak for a long time, his face flushed from coughing.
The second senior brother flattered and hurried forward to stroke Tang Seng's back, "You monkey head, you have killed a few lives, and you still don't admit your mistakes. Master says something to you, and you still dare to talk back?"
Yu Qingyu rolled his eyes, and stood aside with his stick in his arms. It's okay for me to ignore you.
Tang Seng coughed for a long time before recovering. He stared at Yu Qingyu, "Are you going?"
Yu Qingyu: "I won't leave, do you want to recite the magic spell?"
Tang Seng: "Yes."
Yu Qingyu sneered, "Okay, I'll go."
After all, Yu Qingyu has traveled through so many worlds, and he has figured out the condition of this body as early as just now.
As soon as he raised his breath, he flew up to the ground and disappeared in front of the crowd in a short while.
This world is rich in aura, otherwise there would not be so many animals becoming spirits, but it is still far behind the world of cultivating immortals.
At least the people and animals here rely on the induction of heaven and earth, and there are no props to assist their practice.
Some magic tools are still orphans handed down from the past.
Yu Qingyu found a remote mountain range, spent half a day setting up the spirit gathering array, and took out all the spirit stones on his body and piled them around.
He also dug a hole, put Ju Lingzhu in it, took off his clothes and sat in the hole.
With such resources, he didn't believe that he couldn't build a peerless powerhouse.
He doesn't believe whoever has the biggest fist keeps his word. When he has the ability to challenge the Buddha, who can control him.
(end of this chapter)