Weide, the king of Gala Tower, flapped his wings to the west for three hours before he saw that the grass and trees on the ground became increasingly sparse. When he looked at it, he knew that he had arrived at the boundary of Xiniu Hezhou and flew southwest for two more days to reach the West. It was overjoyed and could soon get rid of the filth on its head!

But he heard that the Spirit Sect God on his head suddenly spoke: "Brother Bird has been flying for a few hours, and I think he is far away from the Yiqu! Wukong shouldn't be able to find it! I saw that there seemed to be someone below, so why not stop and rest for a while. What do you think about it?"

The King of Gala Tower Daweide ignored what it said, and just snorted coldly in his heart: "Brother Bird? Who is your Bird Brother! You are so dirty that you insult me ​​so much. When you arrive at Da Leiyin Temple, you must torture everything to vent my hatred!"

Seeing that it had never paid attention to it, the King of the Great Vidgaro Tower just flew to the west. Finally, the Lord of the Jingmen said helplessly: "Brother Bird has a deep misunderstanding about me. I am Huang Ting's body god, and Wukong is born with the will of the organ. His heart knows this monitoring consciousness is my ability to settle down. Now it has been rooted in the place where Brother Bird's heart sarcoma, how can I not know what you think and what you are fluctuating in consciousness?"

"When I first took root, Brother Bird still had a god who was wise and had a profound and unfathomable subjective consciousness. At that time, I was moved by it and felt that the consciousness was profound and proficient in these things. He could see through the attachments between things and me, and had both appearances and forms. Although it was too negative, willing to be mediocre, and had the ability to not go to superman, it was inevitable that people sighed. But he was also a fellow wise man, and I wanted to be a good friend!"

"Unexpectedly, after I said a few words to him, he closed himself and refused to communicate with me, and released Brother Bird, the subordinate personality."

"It can be seen that people in the world are so prejudiced to me!" The God of Jingmen sighed:

When King Vidgarula heard him say this, he couldn't help but recall the incident when the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta was forced to close his consciousness. At that time, the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta could no longer bear it and had to speak out: "How can you, ignorant and dirty, defiled my Dharma body? Since you have the intention to escape, you can untie my prohibitions and I will save you. If you offend me a little, you will definitely let you know that my Buddha also has the rage of Vajra and the fire of the Ming King!"

"It turns out that Brother Bird, you are a disciple of the Western Buddhist temple!" The Lord of the Jingsect said happily: "I have heard that the Western Buddhist temple has unparalleled dialectical theory and has a high level of attainment in philosophy. The monks are not allowed to be shared by female disciples, masters and disciples, and they live together day and night, argue with each other, confront each other, and study philosophy. The novice monks are taught by the elders every night. This is the first organization among these three realms to systematically learn philosophy."

"I really want to be longing for it!"

The nerves of the Jingmen Sect only used two sentences, and it made the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta feel that his mind was invasive and his meditation skills were broken. When he heard the Jingmen Sect God was still nagging: "...I mentioned Buddhism with Wukong and asked him to send me over to debate philosophy with those monks and masters, and to study the debate on emptiness, things, and colors. But he told me that under the Great Leiyin Temple in the West, there were countless temples walking on the body poison. Outside the holy realm of Lingshan, there were countless temples, and tens of thousands of monks recited scriptures and debates day and night, and the feces could produce billions of pounds every day!"

"That poisonous farmer likes the manure in this temple the most. Even the merchants carrying manure, the ones sold in the temple at the foot of Lingshan are more expensive than others. I asked Wukong what the reason is. Wukong told me: This manure is different from other places. It is all done by the masters. When they soak it opens, they will be charged with two pounds of others!"

Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta was furious. Once the meditation skills were turned into flowing water, the spirit god still didn't know it, and he was still trying to death: "I laughed at Wukong for sure that he remembered it badly! This matter must not be caused by his own poison. Dr. Chen's notes clearly wrote that the agriculture of body poisoning is very backward and has not yet learned how to apply manure in the middle earth!"

"Stop your mouth!" Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta couldn't help but scold, "You slander the Buddha and heresy, you are like an arrow, and once you lose your human body, you will never leave the time, and you will be rewarded with endless suffering."

Immediately afterwards, countless scriptures were singing Zen, which was fast and chaotic, and the King of the Mind Sect was dizzy and confused. The scriptures were singing Zen without the blessing of the power of thought, and it was extremely boring. The logic was ridiculous. If the magic power of the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta was still there, it would naturally be able to splendor the lotus, and it would penetrate the hearts of the people. However, Chen Ang restricted his magic power, which made his mouth become clumsy.

The Master Jingmen felt his head swelling and his headache was so much that he had to ask timidly: "I... can I get a little bit of my mouth?"

"Stop your mouth!" The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta was furious and roared like a big bell. He was determined to kill the Lord of the Spirit Sect. Seeing the ugly appearance of the Spirit Sect, he couldn't help but want to raise his magic power and destroy him into the Avici Hell. He could not relieve his hatred even if he cut into pieces.

The Spirit Sect God opened his one-eyed eyes wide and was extremely frightened.

When the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta wanted to raise his magic power, he found that his body was empty and uncomfortable, so he woke up in shock and said, "No, that day, I cut off my luck, and even cut off my wisdom and realm. Now my Bodhisattva realm is like a tree without roots. My heart spring has dried up, my meditation has been broken, and my meditation is in danger of regression. This filthy is not worth mentioning in front of me, but now it can trigger my heart fire. This is the great disaster of the devil who destroys my Taoism!"

Immediately, taking advantage of this bright light, closing my consciousness, no longer feeling the outside world, and cutting off the source of ignorance and troubles.

The Spirit Gate Lord was still timid and angry with the Bodhisattva, and saw the strange bird's eyes closed, and his consciousness shrank to the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness, and he fell into a state of diving. Another weak consciousness took over the body on his behalf. The Spirit Gate Lord took the opportunity to jump onto the strange bird's head, cut the sarcoma with the scalpel, transplanting his blood vessels and nerves with the heart of the Garuda.

Feeling the blood and essence began to nourish his body, the Spirit Lord sighed with satisfaction and said, "The transplant was finally successful! I just left Zhou Bofu's body and had no blood and energy supply. It's too cold. It's cold and tired! It's better to have a body. I'll do transplant surgery for you now!"

So after he woke up, he felt a vertical flesh-shaped object on his head and a waist was on his back. King Garuda Weide thought of it hatefully, and he was shattered for a moment. He was furious and caused his blood to rush into his mind. He immediately felt that the thing on his head stood up again, and he was so ashamed and angry that he could no longer bear it.

"I'll fight with you!" King Garulo roared in his heart, and regardless of it, he just knocked his head onto a cliff. He flew very fast and wanted to die together.

The rocks on the cliff were as sharp as a knife. Although the Garuda birds had steel and iron bones, they could not withstand such collisions. The God of the Jingmen sighed, and there were many lamentations in it, mourning that they were not understood by the world and mourning that the world's ignorant prejudice.

Just as the bloody incident occurred, a demon king who flew over the sky suddenly stopped and said in surprise: "Why is this fellow tribe so strange in appearance? He actually had a handful of shapes on his head... he wasted his gorgeous feathers. Is it going to hit the cliff and commit suicide?"

"This fellow tribe is like this, and there must be grievances. I must not stand by. My brother gathers all the demon kings to find Sun Wukong to discuss the level and weakness, and ask me to invite all the bird kings in the world and the wilderness. Although this fellow tribe describes the vulgarity and has low cultivation, it can be used!"
Chapter completed!