When Sun Wukong came back from picking wild fruits, he saw a tiger's corpse lying on the ground from afar, which had been broken.

Seeing this, Wukong was surprised and quickly fell from the sky, came to Chen Mang and asked, "Master, where is this tiger coming from?"

Chen Mang clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name with compassion: "Amitabha, this tiger saw that I was hungry in my belly and wanted to feed me with my body. Without waiting for me to refuse, he hit the stone in the blink of an eye." As he said that, he glanced at the side of him, a stone was stained with blood.

Looking at the tiger on the ground, Sun Wukong was confused.

His grandson had heard the story of feeding tigers with his body, but this was the first time he had heard of the tigers feeding people with his body!

Seeing Sun Wukong's face showing suspicion, Chen Mang couldn't help but glared and said, "It is said that all sentient beings can become Buddhas. What's the strange thing about this tiger being wholeheartedly good? When the teacher takes off his fur and makes it a garment for Wukong, so that it can die as much as possible."

When Sun Wukong heard that Tang Monk wanted to make clothes for him, he immediately got up happily and ran to the river to wash the fruits for Chen Mang.

Soon, Chen Mang skillfully stripped the tiger and slapped it on the flame to roast it. The tiger skin was blown dry with spells, and he threaded a needle and sewed the clothes.

Seeing that he looked familiar, Wukong asked in surprise: "Master, you can also do needlework!"

"Understand."

Chen Mang responded, and the needle and thread in his hand flew. Soon, he sewed out a tiger-skin short skirt.

Wukong tried it on his body happily, but found that it was just covering his butt. He couldn't help but scratch his ears and said, "Master, this dress seems a bit short?"

Chen Mang suddenly woke up and was not making clothes for Qing'er. He coughed dryly and said, "Cough, you are so impatient, you are not finished yet." After that, he cut two pieces of tiger skin and sewed them together. Soon, a one-piece tiger skin skirt was made.

This tiger-skin skirt looks a bit loose, but when Wukong wears it, he feels free to move, and it feels like he grows on his body, making him very comfortable. He turned around and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Seeing Wukong's happy appearance, Chen Mang took out a monk's robe from the bag and changed it to him, and handed it to Sun Wukong for him to wear it inside.

Sun Wukong thanked Chen Mang and ate the fruits and vegetables. After Chen Mang finished eating the tiger, he packed the remaining tiger meat. The master and apprentice set off on their way and headed west.

Before we knew it, a crescent moon hung on the sky, and the stars shone brightly.

Chen Mang looked up at the sky, stopped his horse and took out a tent, and was about to sleep in the mountains and forests.

At this moment, several figures suddenly emerged from the forest, holding a bright sword in hand, surrounding Chen Mang and the others.

One of them shouted: "That monk! Leave the horses, put down your luggage, and I will spare your life!"

Chen Mang looked at them and was too lazy to pay attention to them anymore. While continuing to build a tent, he said, "Wukong, it is said that if good and evil are not rewarded, the universe will have selfishness. These people do evil and do not know how many lives they have harmed. I also have Arhats in Buddhism, who specialize in killing evil people. You go over and save them."

"Yes, Master!"

Wukong agreed, twisted his right hand in his ear, took out the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, and shouted: "Look at it!" The golden cudgel in his hand, the size of a needle, rose in anger in the wind. The stick was swept out with a powerful magic power, and swept across the thousands of troops and swept all six thieves out.

"Hahaha, Master, these people can't help but fight!"

Seeing that the few people couldn't even hold him in a stick, Wukong felt a surge of pride in his heart and came to Chen Mang to seek credit. The Ruyi stick in his hand shrank, and turned back into a needle and stuffed it back into his ear.

Chen Mang looked at Sun Wukong with a strange look and advised: "Wukong, it's best not to put your Ruyi Golden Cudgel in your ears."

Wukong was slightly stunned: "Why is this?"

Chen Mang explained with concern: "You think, if anyone else knows the method of using this golden cudgel, just recite it and get bigger. With a puff, you will be stabbed through the head by the golden cudgel, and your brain will flow out of your ears along the stick!"

Sun Wukong: “…”

Although what Master said seems to be a little reasonable, can you not describe it so specifically? I, Lao Sun, got goosebumps...

Sun Wukong looked at Chen Mang and fell speechlessly on the stone and fell asleep. The next morning, the master and apprentice set off again.

In a few days, the two of them crossed mountains and ridges to a cliff.

Chen Mang got off the horse and looked at the steep mountains in front of him. He saw the water flowing fast in the mountain stream, with colorful clouds on his head, and gulls and egrets walking among the forests, which was of a unique interest.

"Wukong, where is this?"

"When you come back to Master, this place is called the Sna Pan Mountain Eagle Shock Stream. It is said that the mountains are high and the water is dangerous, and the flying eagle is difficult to cross."

"Yingchoujian, it sounds familiar..."

Chen Mang was thinking about which monster he encountered, suddenly a dragon emerged from under the mountain stream, pushing the waves and bringing up a pillar of water, and pouring it towards the master and disciple.

Seeing this, Wukong was shocked and protected Chen Mang and retreated. The white horse that could not react was bitten by the white dragon and dragged into the turbulent water flow at the bottom of the stream.

Seeing the white dragon, Chen Mang suddenly woke up.

This is the white dragon horse arranged by Guanyin for himself!

Chen Mang's eyes lit up and he said to Wukong: "Wukong, go and capture this little white dragon as your master as a mount!"

Wukong couldn't help but grin and said with some sorrow: "Master, this dragon is so cruel. If it eats you while my old grandson is not around, who will I go to the West to obtain the scriptures?"

Chen Mang said confidently: "Don't worry, this white dragon is a mount specially arranged by Guanyin Bodhisattva for his master. Moreover, he has special dragon riding skills. Just grab it."

When Wukong heard Guanyin Bodhisattva, he stopped talking and used the water to escape the water. Soon, he flew out from the underground of the mountain stream with a young man with a beautiful tree.

The young man saw Tang Monk and knelt down and said, "Master, I am Ao Lie, the third prince of the West Sea. I was detained here because of the fire of burning the night pearl given by the Jade Emperor. Fortunately, I was guided by the Bodhisattva and taught me to protect my master and to go west to obtain scriptures, so that I can achieve the right result."

Chen Mang nodded and looked at Ao Lie and said, "Since Xiaolu, you have eaten the horse of your teacher, then you will turn into a white dragon horse for your teacher to carry on your transportation in the future."

Seeing that he actually called Xiao Lie Xiao Lu, Ao Lie had a very strange accent, and couldn't help but smile slightly. Then he transformed himself into a white dragon horse obediently.

Chen Mang touched the mane on the horse's head and nodded with satisfaction: "It's worthy of being a dragon horse, it's much better than the previous one. Only such a BMW is worthy of being the second in command of Lingshan and the Thirteenth Taibao of Jinshan Temple."

Ao Lie looked at the monk in front of him with surprise, and then looked at Sun Wukong who was not surprised. He couldn't help but feel confused, and he was a little confused. He was a little suspicious if he had admitted his mistake and had obtained the scriptures...
Chapter completed!