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For the first time, Zhao Xiyue felt that being a system was boring.

She could only follow Jin Chanzi's gaze, see what he saw, and smell what he heard.

And the moment Patriarch Bodhi saw Jin Chanzi, he smiled with relief.

He kept saying, "Since you are still alive, the little monkey should also be alive.

well!"

After saying "OK" twice, he took two steps back as if his wish had been fulfilled and sat down on the ground weakly.

The white beard was scattered messily on the ground, but in an instant, the old man who was originally feeling strong turned into a skeleton without flesh and blood.

"Amitabha." Jin Chanzi bowed to the skeleton, his eyes full of sadness, "Since the day of the forbidden invasion, the ancestor has been working hard for the people of this world.

He had already transcended the three realms, and that person could not do anything to him.

But the master used himself as a bet, fighting for the glimmer of hope for the survival of all living beings."

He calmly focused on the golden light in his sea of ​​consciousness, and said with some doubt, "You are not from this world. Although you have some merits, they are not great.

Why does the Bodhisattva say that life must be brought by people who are not in this world?"

Zhao Xiyue was about to talk nonsense when she suddenly remembered rule one: play the role of Tang Monk well.

In an instant, even though she had no body at this moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

Did this Golden Cicada do it intentionally or unintentionally?

No matter what, Zhao Xiyue decided to shut up and pretend to be dead.

Jin Chanzi asked again, "How did you enter this world?"

Zhao Xiyue closed her eyes and refused to listen to the turtle's chanting.

After asking a few more questions and still getting no response, Jin Chanzi wisely shut up.

When he walked outside the pagoda, two monks saw him and greeted him respectfully, then stepped aside.

Jin Chanzi looked at the twinkling stars in the sky and murmured, "There is no moon tonight."

As he spoke, he kept making hand gestures, chanting spells, and looking towards the south with a hint of joy.

"Golden Chanzi, now that you are awake, please come to the main hall."

It was the voice of the autistic future Buddha. Even though he had not arrived yet, he seemed to know everything that was happening here.

Zhao Xiyue realized belatedly that she might have been put in there intentionally.

The purpose is to let her bring the real Golden Cicada to the three Buddhas.

In the main hall of the Mahavira, three tall Buddha statues stand on the high hall.

Jin Chanzi said without any sadness or joy, "Disciple Jin Chanzi, I pay my respects to the three masters."

Through Jin Chanzi's eyes, Zhao Xiyue discovered that the three Buddhas at the top and the Eighteen Arhats on both sides were clearly hideous monsters.

The living Buddha in the middle is even more strange. One side of his body is a monster, while the other side still looks like a human.

It was like being split in half, each side of the body had its own consciousness, and they would occasionally mock each other.

It's weird and a little festive.

The Future Buddha asked kindly, "Have you thought clearly about this journey to the West?"

As he spoke, groups of cold fog crawled over from the ground like snakes and surrounded Jin Chanzi.

"Amitabha." Jin Chanzi lowered his head and said, "I wish to follow the three masters and ascend to paradise forever."

Zhao Xiyue frowned, not knowing what Jin Chanzi was up to.

"Hahahaha." The Future Buddha laughed happily, "Okay."

He continued, "Since you are my direct disciple, you are naturally different from those outside.

Don't worry, I will keep you conscious."

As he said this, Future Buddha changed his topic and said, “Those three of your disciples may not be very capable, but they are also troublesome.

Go and call the three of them over, and Master will teach you the Dharma."

Jin Chanzi lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes."

As he said this, he walked out of the hall and started chanting the spell to tighten the hoop.

"Master, Master, stop reciting!"

The monkey came screaming in pain. The tiger-skin skirt around his waist had disappeared. He was now dressed as the Monkey King Sun Wukong.

Phoenix-wing purple gold crown, chain mail golden armor, and lotus silk cloud-walking shoes.

He was wearing shiny golden armor and a shining golden crown on his head.

He holds a golden hoop in his hand and wears cloud shoes on his feet.

A pair of strange eyes like a star, and two ears that look over the shoulders and are hard.

The posture is straight and the movements are varied, and the voice is as loud as bells.

What a Monkey King! Zhao Xiyue’s eyes lit up, knowing that she had seen the real Monkey King.

This is her childhood idol.

Sun Wukong jumped down and stood firm, saying with a smile, "Master, now you have figured it out. Let's smash this damn monster's nest."

Jin Chanzi shook his head and said, "Go and bring your two junior brothers here quickly."

Sun Wukong waved his hand and laughed, "Those two idiots didn't even know they were possessed by a monster.

I, Old Sun, just sent them down the mountain and helped them regain consciousness. I’m afraid they can’t go up the mountain now.”

Jin Chanzi looked down, a smile on his face, "Then follow me in."

Stepping into the main hall, Sun Wukong swept his eyes around, immediately raised his golden cudgel and shouted, "What a bunch of monsters! How dare you pretend to be the Tathagata Buddha? Today, I will expose your true form!"

The golden hoop was raised high, with great power, but the three Buddhas ignored him and only stared at Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi sighed and recited the spell to tighten the hoop.

The monkey fell from mid-air in pain and rolled on the ground, "Master, why are you chanting the spell?

Are you in cahoots with them?"

The Future Buddha laughed triumphantly, "That's right, you are his token of allegiance!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were red with anger, "Master!"