Tathagata Must Be Defeated

In the school city, the monsters are building in the heat.

The outline of the city is already very clear, and a school is rising.

Because of the shortage of manpower, there are many young students in Wanling City who are also looking for help here.

“The founder said that letting these students build their own cities can strengthen their sense of belonging.”

Zhenyuan Daxian said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong nodded and immediately asked: "Why is it called Shanhaicheng?"

The name of the school city was modified by Zhenyuan Daxian to Shanhaicheng, making Sun Wukong somewhat strange.

"The mountains and the sea are on the ground, but it is flying in the sky. Don't you find it interesting?"

Zhenyuan Daxian said.

Sun Wukong seriously thought about it and couldn't understand where the fun was.

However, he has not been very picky about the name. Zhen Yuan Daxian explained it, and he did not ask much.

"Xiandi."

Zhenyuan Daxian asked: "I heard that you took the bag of Maitreya's people? Did you refine it?"

"No."

Sun Wukong shook his head.

Zhenyuan Daxian nodded immediately: "Wise."

Unlike the general magic weapon, the ethnic bag is just an ordinary bag.

This bag was hung on Maitreya Buddha. After years, it became a magic weapon of the day after tomorrow. It can almost be said that the Maitreya Buddha's magical power was changed, and others could not take it away.

That is the same principle for the Golden Jubilee. Others can only use it. Only Maitreya Buddha is its master. Even if it is broken into ashes, Maitreya Buddha can easily become intact.

"If you force refining, you will not succeed, but you will offend the laughing monk."

Zhenyuan Daxian said: "He is the Buddha of the East, the Buddha of the future, and he is cautious."

"Da Xian is assured."

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "I have my own consideration."

The effect of the genius bag is similar to that of the sleeves. He has mastered the magical power of this kind of suction and has not wanted to take it away.

The value of the gold plaque is not high, and the golden hoop can break it.

Compared to these two magic weapons, Sun Wukong has something more desirable.

He waited for a few days, and Maitreya Buddha really came over.

On this day, Sun Wukong was talking about the matter in the Hall of All Souls. There was a colorful cloud in front of the temple. Some people laughed and said: "Da Sheng, come to pick up the guest!"

When Sun Wukong heard the voice, he immediately greeted him with a welcome.

"Eastern Buddha, I haven't seen it for a long time."

He greeted him.

Then he went to salute, and some curiously stared at the monk who was rolling in front of the temple.

“This is the Buddha of the future?”

I have some good feelings.

Maitreya Buddha's ears are wide and wide, and his face is full of smiles. When everyone sees him, he will be influenced by that smile and have a good impression on him.

There are not many Buddhas that Sun Wukong knows. Maitreya Buddha is one of the few acquaintances.

At that time, he greeted the gods in the Heavenly Palace and loved the lively Maitreya Buddha several times. The two men got to know each other.

Sun Wukong greeted Maitreya Buddha and entered the temple, calling people to drink tea.

"Buddha is coming for people to pack bags?"

He asked bluntly.

Maitreya nodded with a smile, and Sun Wukong went straight and straight, but saved his efforts.

"What do you want me to exchange for?"

Maitreya is also very direct.

He knew that Huang Mei’s boy had done something wrong with the human bag, and Sun Wukong would not return the baby to him easily.

"I want to learn some Buddha magic."

Sun Wukong raised the conditions.

No matter how good the baby is, it is not as important as its own strength.

Maitreya is quite curious: "What kind of magic do you want to learn?"

"I have heard that Buddhism has a supernatural power and can turn words into mantras."

Sun Wukong said: "Is it necessary to come to the East?"

He is very interested in the Buddhist scriptures recorded in the Bible, especially the singularity written by Guanyin Bodhisattva in the palm of his hand, and the banned words written by Maitreya Buddha in the yellow-breasted boy.

The words they wrote seem to have a superb power.

Sun Wukong will also have a few tricks, but it is just an ordinary Taoism, but it is very different from Buddhism.

"Is the word a mantra?"

When Maitreya thought about it, he picked up the teacup on the table.

He drew a word in the cup and dipped it with his right hand.

"You come over."

Maitreya beckoned to the quiet division.

When the quiet secretary walked over, Maitreya released his right hand and let him in the word, and then threw the teacup out.

The quiet secretary was like a demon, and immediately chased the teacup and ran outside.

Soon after, the quiet secretary walked in with a cup of tea in confusion.

"The Great Sanctuary has to learn."

Maitreya looked at Sun Wukong: "But these spells?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

Maitreya could not help but frown, this is indeed the magical power of Buddhism.

"This is a boulevard that varies from person to person and is difficult to tell."

Maitreya thought for a moment and said, "I can tell you some doorways. If you can comprehend, you have to look at yourself."

Sun Wukong promised.

Maitreya immediately sent some doorways to him, and after two hours, he stopped.

"These words are so far, and there are more, it is the line."

Maitreya said: "Grand St., can you return those magic weapons to me?"

"of course."

Sun Wukong nodded, and then let Ning Shensi take out the human bag and the golden dragonfly and hand it to Maitreya Buddha.

Maitreya Buddha thanked him and walked away with a smile.

"Brother."

After Maitreya’s departure, he couldn’t help but ask: “Just return the magic weapon, is it too cheap for him?”

Sun Wukong looked at her and said, "Did you not listen to what he just said?"

The words that Maitreya Buddha just taught were not specifically concealed, and the fairy tales and the surrounding fairy tales can all be heard.

敖鸾 slightly frowning, seems a bit confused.

Ning Shensi said: "The Great Saint, it is just a shallow doorway, it is not worth exchanging magic."

The fairy goddesses around nodded.

"superficial?"

Sun Wukong sighed and then sighed: "It turns out."

He suddenly understood the truth that the ancestors said that they did not encounter the avenue of the people.

Although the words of Maitreya Buddha were shallow, they were carefully listened to, and there were many doorways inside. Even he could not fully understand it at the moment. Ning Shensi actually said it was superficial.

Sun Wukong could not help but shake his head.

"Brother."

He asked: "What do you realize?"

She just heard it simple, but it didn't feel simple, but it was not simple to think about it.

Sun Wukong nodded: "Only Xiaowu."

He reached out and slid slowly through the air, and there was a golden light flashing into a "receipt".

After the font was formed, there was a gust of wind in the Hall of All Souls, and the face changed, feeling a huge suction coming from the font.

However, just for a moment, the word 'received' suddenly turned into golden light and the suction disappeared.

"Ugh……"

Sun Wukong sighed: "It’s really an avenue, I can’t make it. I have to stay closed for a few days.”

I can't help but feel awkward.

Just listening to some doorways, Sun Wukong can write a real word.

His savvy is so high?

For other things, then the wood