At this moment, even if Sun Wukong officially joined the team for the pursuit of scriptures, Zhang Yang still has one very important thing to solve before setting off, that is, the golden hoop on his head.

"Monkey, can you help me find Guanyin Bodhisattva in the South China Sea?" Zhang Yang explained after asking: "The golden hoop on my head was originally for you to wear, but I couldn't take it off. The person who tied the bell must be unlocked, and she has to ask her to help me take it off."

"Is this golden hoop for me? What are you for?" asked Sun Wukong.

"Of course this is for you to show off. The gold is very important, just right with your reputation as the Monkey King?"

Zhang Yang said that this was used to make the monkey headache unless the circuit in his mind burned. After he said that, he found that Sun Wukong was staring at him, which made him feel scared.

"There are words on it." Sun Wukong grabbed Zhang Yang's head with both hands and carefully recited a line of words engraved on the golden hoop: "This is a golden hoop, which can become smaller with the spell, causing the wearer's brain to break and feel pain. The comments are made, because the power is too great, so the wearer can only be the stone monkey Sun Wukong."

After hearing this, Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly: "If I knew who carved this word, I would crippled his hand."

Sun Wukong asked, "How to recite the spell?"

Zhang Yang replied: "His eldest and second uncles are both his uncles."

Then Sun Wukong read it backwards: "Uncle is the second uncle and his uncle, he is the eldest, huh? I didn't respond, are you lying to me?"

Zhang Yang shrugged: "I'm not stupid, I won't hurt you if I give you the spell."

Sun Wukong waved his hand and walked away: "Then try it yourself. It is a tight hoop curse when chanting directly, but it is a loose hoop curse when chanting opposite."

It's so simple? Zhang Yang held a try-and-try mentality and chanted the tight hoop curse backwards. Sure enough, the golden hoop on his head became loose. He shook his head twice, and the golden hoop fell to the ground.

At this moment, Sun Wukong suddenly turned around and quickly put the golden hoop on Zhang Yang's head again, then stared at his eyes and snapped his fingers in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yang shouted at Sun Wukong, and then quickly recited the spell again by himself, but something that scared him happened. It was obvious that the spell was about to come to his mouth, but he just couldn't say it, as if something was blocking his mouth.

"Just keep your mouth shut, so you can't take off the golden hoop by yourself." Sun Wukong smiled wickedly: "And I have heard what curse you recite just now, so I have to listen to me in the future, do you understand?"

"You stinky monkey, do you think I will believe your nonsense?" Zhang Yang obviously lacked confidence, but he still said with a strong attitude: "If you have the ability, you will be scared to read it."

As a result, Sun Wukong said a few words intently, Zhang Yang's head began to buzz, and he heard a crisp "crack" sound on his head, and he fainted on the ground.

When he woke up, he found that he was being carried on his shoulder by Sun Wukong. He said dizzyly, "Brother Monkey, I'm wrong. I'll listen to you from now on, stop thinking about it."

Sun Wukong ignored him and always walked quickly, wanting to arrive in the west as soon as possible. After walking like this for a day, they arrived at the steep Snake Mountain. There was a Yingchou Stream in the mountains. On the shore of the mountain stream, there was a handsome man in white. Seeing that he had been staring at him, his expression on his face was not very friendly, Sun Wukong simply threw Zhang Yang on the ground and took out the golden cudgel from his ears.

When the third prince saw Sun Wukong's attitude, he looked contemptuous and cursed: "The man from Yamano Village knows how to fight. From the time he fought five hundred years ago to the present, he still has no memory."

When Sun Wukong heard his tone, he seemed to know him, so he put down his stick and asked, "Do you recognize me, Lao Sun? Since you recognize me, why do you still block my way?"

At this time, Zhang Yang wiped the blood that oozed out of his head, stopped Sun Wukong, and pointed to the third prince and said, "Brother Monkey, don't be angry. This should be the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea. He is here to be my mount. Everyone is their own."

The third prince looked at Zhang Yang, wearing a cassock, wearing a monk's hat, and holding a Zen staff in his hand. He should be the one who seeks the sutras as Guanyin Bodhisattva said.

Then he walked forward with a smile on his face and bowed to Zhang Yang. When he got close to him, he quickly grabbed his hand, then pulled it to himself suddenly, and then turned a sword out of his other hand to stab Zhang Yang's heart.

Before Zhang Yang could react, he saw a stick stretching out from under his armpits, pushing it to the third prince's stomach, and directly pushing him into the stream. Sun Wukong quickly stepped forward to support Zhang Yang who was staggering and said to him: "You deserve it if you want to recognize people."

At this time, a white dragon flew out of the Yingchou Stream, letting out a deafening roar, and then attacked Sun Wukong with his teeth and claws. He opened his bloody mouth, as if he was about to eat the monkey in one bite.

Sun Wukong was not a good horn. He waved the golden cudgel in his hand and turned it into a size as thick as a white dragon. He hit the white dragon with a heavy blow, knocking the white dragon to death and falling on the stone beach beside him.

Sun Wukong walked slowly to Bailong with a stick, then stared at Bailong's lower eyelid, approached his pupils, and asked, "Say, who instructed you to do this? If you don't say that, Lao Sun beat you into meat paste."

The white dragon's seven orifices were bleeding, and its internal organs were damaged. There was no strength to talk. However, when he saw that it was Sun Wukong standing in front of him, he laughed out loud: "Hahaha, I have face to die at the hands of the Monkey King. You can do it, I won't talk nonsense to you."

After hearing this, Sun Wukong nodded, raised the stick and said, "Okay, I, Old Sun, will fulfill your wishes, no need to thank you."

Just as he swung his baton, a knife appeared from somewhere, blocking the attack of the golden cudgel. Sun Wukong was wondering what this was when he heard a voice from behind: "Why are you so angry, you monkey? I said he is a member of the team to obtain scriptures, why don't you listen?"

Sun Wukong turned around and saw Zhang Yang's body full of smoke, and the knife flew back to him. It seemed that the bald man was causing trouble. He asked in dissatisfaction: "Didn't you see him killing you? There is also a team of Buddhists who can take you to the West alone, and I can't use so many people."

Just as Zhang Yang was about to defend himself, he heard Bai Long staring at him fiercely and cursing: "You guy with a human face and a beastly heart don't have to talk to me, I just feel disgusted. Every time he said, I'm here waiting to kill you! You scum like you are not worthy of living in the world!"

Zhang Yang said this for no reason. He felt that the third prince seemed to have some misunderstanding about him. He waved his hand quickly and made a "stop" action, asking: "Stop first, what kind of grudges do I have with you? You can make it clear first."
Chapter completed!