After about two months of walking to the journey to obtain the scriptures, the weather gradually warmed up, and green buds had already appeared on the wasteland on the side of the road.

In the evening of that day, the sun was about to set. They found towers and pavilions at the foot of the mountain in the distance. They guessed that they were either temples or temples. Wukong pulled Zhang Yang over to stay without saying a word. When they walked closer, they found that it was indeed a temple. When they looked up, they could see four big words "Guanyin Zen Temple" written on the main hall.

A young monk came to greet them in the temple. He looked at them from side to side and asked, "Is the master a monkey?"

Wukong was furious at that time, grabbed the little monk's collar and cursed: "Little bald donkey! We are monks who came to seek scriptures from the Tang Dynasty of Dongtu. We talk nonsense and knock off your teeth!"

The monk was so scared that his eyes were filled with tears and he looked at Zhang Yang like a plea, but Zhang Yang shook his head at him with his booze, meaning that the monkey had the final say.

At this time, other monks in the temple surrounded him. Wukong didn't want to be too troublesome, so he pushed the monk to the ground with one hand, and then led the white dragon horse into the temple without anyone looking at him.

When the monks saw a monkey who could speak and had a bad temper, they did not dare to say anything and gave way to him. Zhang Yang didn't say anything. He understood the monkey's temper along the way. Every time he asked someone about food, he would scare people to cry when asked about the way.

Zhang Yang always felt that this was not good, so he couldn't help but say a few words to him, but the most terrible thing was that the monkey knew the loose hoop curse of the golden hoop. Whenever this time, he would take the golden hoop down and put it on his fingers and turn it around twice, looking at Zhang Yang with a smirk.

Zhang Yang couldn't say anything about his suffering, so he could only comfort himself: Forget it, when he saw the gate of time and space in the West, he would be able to go home, and he would no longer have to look at the monkey's face.

After Zhang Yang followed and walked into the temple, Wukong went to find a place to tie the horse's reins. At this time, two young monks in the temple helped an elderly monk walk out, and they said, "The master is here."

It seems that he is Elder Jinchi, with thin eyes and thick lines, and he doesn't look like a good person. Zhang Yang quickly recalled the plot in "Journey to the West". Elder Jinchi was very greedy. In order to get Tang Monk's cassock, he ordered the monk to set fire to him to death. It was a very evil crime.

Elder Jinchi walked up to Zhang Yang, clasped his hands together with a smile, and greeted him, "I heard that the holy monk was the Taoist monk who was ordered by Guanyin Bodhisattva to go to the West to seek sutras. He passed by the small temple and hoped that I would prepare some vegetarian food and serve him well."

The more Zhang Yang smiled kindly, the more creepy he felt, but there was nothing he could do. Now he was preparing to spend some time in other people's territory, so he could only be humble. He quickly returned the gift and said, "Thank you, the elder."

While Elder Jinchi, Zhang Yang and several monks were vegetarians together, Wukong sat on the side with his legs crossed his head, playing with the golden hoop while staring at Jinchi.

The golden eyes of the fire-eyed eyes are not used for beauty makeup. He clearly saw that Elder Jinchi had a black aura on his body. Unlike the demonic aura and the demonic aura, this is the evil and vulgar human nature.

When he looked at Zhang Yang again, he couldn't help laughing. The bald man looked at the table of vegetarian dishes and vegetarian rice, looking desperate and difficult for him. He was obviously not a monk, but he had to eat so lightly.

Wukong thought about it and thought that he would go to the mountains to try it tomorrow, so that he would not go to the west and go to the west.

I really wanted to cry when I ate this meal. Not to mention the table of vegetarian dishes and steamed buns, just Jinchi stared at him with his vulgar little eyes throughout the whole process, he couldn't stand it.

From Jin Chi's eyes, he seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking: Monk, hand over your cassock.

Sure enough, after the vegetarian meal, Jinchi got to the point and asked: "Since the holy monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the East, he must have treasures from the Tang Dynasty. Can we see the world?"

Zhang Yang was embarrassed. According to the original work, Guanyin Bodhisattva gave Tang Monk a robes that had been opened. However, when Tang Monk died, he only wore an ordinary robes, so he wore this ordinary robes, without any treasures on his body. He had not even entered the Tang Dynasty and was dragged to seek scriptures.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang could only say embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, I don't have any treasures, there is a monkey, you can take it if you want it."

Everyone looked at Wukong who Zhang Yang pointed at, and stared at him one by one. Jin Chi couldn't hold back his face, but he still smiled and asked unwillingly: "Saint monk, stop talking and joking. This monkey elder who probably learned Buddhism from the holy monk, often listened to and recited scriptures and became a human form. The treasure I mentioned is that kind of valuable thing."

Hey, this old guy is really not a taboo to speak, he just opens his mouth. Zhang Yang just had to say anything about someone else's meal. When he talked about valuable things, he thought of the golden hoop in the monkey's hand, which was pure gold.

So he asked, "The golden hoop in the monkey's hand is valuable, made of pure gold, why don't I give it to you?"

Wukong was also happy after hearing this. He threw the golden hoop on the table in front of Jinchi and stared at him with a smile.

Jin Chi sneered, sat up again, and didn't look at the golden hoop. He wanted as much as gold and silver jewelry in the temple. Even eating vegetarian food and tea were made of beautiful jade. He looked down on this small golden hoop.

"I guess there are no treasures in the Tang Dynasty. If even gold is used as treasures, then I can't say anything. If the holy monk likes it, I will give you a box before leaving tomorrow morning, which can be considered as giving the Bodhisattva face."

Zhang Yang was unhappy to hear him say this. He was a Chinese at least. He said that the Tang Dynasty was not good, that his family was not good. However, no matter how angry he was, he really had nothing valuable on him, so he could only endure his anger very aggrievedly.

At this time, Wukong said to him: "Bald, don't you have a magic weapon? Take it out and let the old guy open his eyes."

Zhang Yang slapped his head, then he remembered that there was a flowing blade Ruohuo in his body. Then he said to the others: "Do away, I'm going to take out the magic weapon, be careful to hurt you."

In fact, it is very simple to take out the Liubing Ruohuo, but in order to create momentum, he must pretend to scare these monks.

After hearing this, the monks hurriedly took several steps back, curious about what he could take out.

Because the venue was open, Zhang Yang couldn't help but want to dance. He walked around in the space step and released the flowing blade Ruohuo to the critical point of his body. So white smoke was emitting from his body. Coupled with this strange dance move, the eyes of these monks were almost gone.

Finally, Zhang Yang was tired of jumping. A violent shock wave burst out from his body and rushed to the ground with the monks around him. He transformed the flowing blade Ruohuo out of his body and floated directly in front of him.
Chapter completed!