“call out!”

The spear-like golden hoop pierced the abdomen of the Yellow Eyebrow King and then lifted him up high!

Cheng Long, holding a stick in one hand, looked at Huang Mei, who looked like a kebab, and sneered, “Old Huang Mei, if this is all you can do, then you are not far from death.”

“Humph, it’s not that easy to kill me!”

Huang Mei gritted his teeth and shouted angrily. A little light burst out from his hand and hit the golden hoop hard, causing it to tremble.

Unfortunately, the thunder was loud but the rain was light, so the golden cudgel was not damaged at all. However, Huang Mei, who was pierced by the cudgel, took the opportunity to break free.

Huang Mei, who had escaped, knew that he was no match for his opponent. His heart sank and he took out a magic weapon, which was a golden cymbal.

He threw the treasure in his hand upwards, and the golden cymbal swelled in the wind, as if covering the sky and the sun, and directly covered Cheng Long below!
Looking at the golden cymbal coming down, Cheng Long’s face changed slightly. He wanted to dodge, but there was no room to dodge. He could only raise the golden cudgel in his hand and hit the golden cymbal.

His heart moved as he wished, and the golden cudgel extended in both directions, obviously wanting to use it to hold it up.

However, the golden cymbal pressed down without any pause, and the two parts that were pressed down continued to extend upwards like plasticine.

Bang!
The next moment, the two halves of the golden cymbal slammed together, trapping Cheng Long inside. It looked like a flying saucer with two tentacles, quite weird.

“This golden cymbal is indeed of good quality. It can even be extended infinitely…”

In the golden cymbal, Cheng Long took back the golden cudgel on his own initiative and put on a helpless posture. Huang Mei saw the golden cymbal returned to its original state and grinned.

What can the Monkey King do? When he encounters Maitreya Buddha’s treasure, he will still be trapped inside.

Cheng Long, who took the initiative to join the game, didn’t care about Huang Mei’s thoughts. He put away the golden hoop and sat cross-legged in the center, constantly practicing the law of devouring to absorb the innate essence of the golden cymbal.

Ever since he swallowed the Golden-Winged Roc’s Yin-Yang Qi Bottle five hundred years ago, he discovered that the original substance contained in the innate spiritual treasure has miraculous effect in strengthening the physical body.

He could give face to Maitreya Buddha and not kill Huang Mei, but since Huang Mei trapped him with the magic treasure, he could not blame him for transforming into a Taotie and devouring the innate essence in the golden cymbal.

The cultivation resources that come to your doorstep must not be wasted.

……

Just when Cheng Long pretended to be defeated and had his golden cymbal taken away by Huang Mei, Bajie and Sha Seng, for the first time in their history, used all their strength to kill all the monsters in the hall, some dying and some escaping.

By the time Huang Mei put away the golden cymbal and returned to the hall in high spirits, the cannon fodder that he had forcefully recruited a few days ago were either lying on the ground with broken limbs or had fled.

“Little boy with yellow eyebrows, why is it you? Brother Sun?”

When Zhu Bajie saw Huang Mei returning to the hall triumphantly, his heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that Brother Sun was accidentally killed?

If this is true, then wouldn’t they, the master and his disciples, soon follow in his footsteps?

“Your elder brother Sun?”

Huang Mei spread out his palm, showing the glittering golden cymbal, and said with a smile: “Look, isn’t it in here?”

“evildoer!”

Bajie shouted loudly, raised the nine-toothed rake in his hand, and rushed towards the Yellow-browed Patriarch.

Sha Wujing on the side was not idle either. He raised the demon-subduing staff in his hand and shoveled it towards the Yellow-browed Ancestor.

However, facing the attacks from the two, there was no panic on Huang Mei’s face. He just quickly untied an old white cloth bag from his waist and threw it up.

Wow!
The opening of the cloth bag was facing Tang Seng and the other two, and a terrifying suction force emerged.

Tang Seng and his disciples had no ability to resist at all. They felt dizzy and were sucked into the human bag.

It was extremely dark inside the human bag. Even if Bajie and Sha Seng were standing next to Tang Seng, they could only barely see some outlines and could not see his true appearance at all.

“Master, this is a big trouble!”

Knowing that he was being captured by a magic weapon, Bajie stamped his feet in anxiety. The main reason was that Cheng Long had been captured by the yellow-browed boy with a golden cymbal before.

Now, the three of them, the master and his disciples, have also been taken away, leaving only a white horse outside.

If the Yellow-browed King really wanted to harm them, then even if the white horse was the reincarnation of the Third Prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea, it would have no chance of escaping from this small Leiyin Temple.

“Master, now we have been captured by this peerless demon. We have to find a way to save ourselves! We definitely can’t rely on Brother Sun.” Sha Wujing next to him also spoke, his words revealing a sense of anxiety.

Without Cheng Long by their side, they really had no confidence at all.

“I hope everything goes well with Brother Sun!”

Hearing the discouraging words of his two disciples, Tang Seng sighed in his heart and could only place his hopes on Cheng Long.

Then, he sat cross-legged in the human bag without caring about anything, chanting the Heart Sutra of Avalokitesvara.

Seeing how calm the master looked, as if he didn’t care at all about life and death, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng also felt relieved.

……

after one day.

In Xiao Leiyin Temple, Huang Mei crossed his legs, enjoying the service of the little demon, and was in a particularly happy mood.

As soon as he took action, he captured all the main forces of the pilgrim team. The powerful people in the three realms were keeping an eye on Tang Monk’s journey to the West. This was a great honor for him, right?

When I return, Maitreya Buddha will definitely reward me!

“Crack!”

Huang Mei was in a good mood. He grabbed an unknown fruit, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

The juice is sweet and leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.

Although it is an ordinary spiritual fruit, it has a unique flavor.

“Now that everyone has been captured by me, I have also injured the escaping Third Prince of the West Sea, Ao Lie. I think he will run for help soon. By then, with the help of my golden cymbal and human bag, he will surely surrender easily…”

“And my name, Huang Mei, will be known throughout the three realms because of this!”

“Hey hey hey…”

He took another big bite of the spiritual fruit, and the corners of Huang Mei’s mouth were about to crack.

Little did they know that Ao Lie, who had escaped from Xiao Xitian, was hiding in an unknown valley, eating and drinking to his heart’s content, with no intention of asking for help.

Because Ao Lie had not yet escaped down the mountain, Cheng Long’s voice rang in his ears, telling him to find a place to rest for a month and never ask for help.

Ao Lie had complete faith in Cheng Long, the main force of Journey to the West. Although he didn’t know what Big Brother Sun was up to, he could tell from the fact that the other party was taken away by the magic weapon and was able to send a message to him that Big Brother Sun was not really trapped.

With Brother Sun watching over Tang Seng, Ao Lie naturally doesn’t have to worry.

This resulted in Huang Mei enjoying the service of the little demons in the Little Leiyin Temple, while Ao Lie was also in some desolate place, enjoying a rare leisure time. After being ridden by Tang Seng for several years, it would be a lie to say that Ao Lie had no resentment in his heart.

Now is a good time to relax and adjust your mood…

For three or two days, no one came, but Huang Mei was not in a hurry at all. It would take three to five days for the injured Little White Dragon to recover, not to mention that he had to fly for help.

No one came after seven or eight days, and Huang Mei felt a little worried.

I didn’t really kill him. He will definitely recover after practicing for three to five days. So why doesn’t Little White Dragon go and ask for help?

After waiting for another three to five days, Huang Mei was dumbfounded. As long as one participated in the Journey to the West, one could gain merits. Logically, one prayer should come true, so how could there be no response for more than ten days?
Something was wrong, very wrong.

Soon, half a month passed, and everything in the Little Leiyin Temple was back to normal and very peaceful. Sun Wukong did not make any noise after being captured, and stayed quietly in the golden cymbal.

Tang Seng and his disciples also stayed obediently in the human bag.

However, the little white dragon that escaped down the mountain seemed to have no intention of coming back to save people.

The more Huang Mei thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

If Xiao Bailong really didn’t care, then what would he do? He couldn’t really lock up Sun Wukong and Tang Seng for life, right?
Not relevant?

We caught the person ourselves, how could we let him run away secretly?
If we really do this, won’t it make Journey to the West a laughing stock in the three realms? This is not a child’s play.

……

“You evil boy! This Buddha asked you to come down to earth to create a disaster! But you have caused them to be completely annihilated!”

“The Journey to the West has come to a standstill because of this? How can I explain this to the entire Buddhist community?”

“I, I’ll beat you to death, you little bastard!”

The Maitreya Buddha, who usually smiles, put away his smile at this moment. He raised one hand with a ferocious face, and a giant palm that covered the sky and the moon evolved from the void, and he slapped himself fiercely.

The overwhelming evil spirit frightened Huang Mei so much that he suddenly woke up.

“Master, no!”

“I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!”

Huang Mei was startled and suddenly jumped up from the throne, kneeling down and begging for mercy.

It was not until I came to my senses and looked up at the familiar Little Leiyin Temple that I realized I had just had a dream.

“call……”

Huang Mei breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was just a dream, the furious Maitreya Buddha in the dream was a real person.
Half a month has passed, and we really can’t delay it any longer.

Tang Seng, Sun Wukong and others must find a way to be sent out. The progress bar of Journey to the West must not be allowed to get stuck in their own Little Western Paradise.

Otherwise, the master will really take his own life!
“My king, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

The noise Huang Mei made in the cave attracted several female demons, who ran to him and asked about his well-being.

“Are there any other successful demon kings nearby?”

Huang Mei asked.

Since Xiaobailong can’t be relied upon, he has to find a way to send Tang Seng and his companions away on his own.

We really can’t delay any longer.

“No more. All the powerful demon kings within a radius of five or six hundred miles have been recruited by you before. The ones who escaped some time ago have long since disappeared.”

The little witch who was in charge of warming Huang Mei’s bed and making the quilt said carefully.

Several other banshees also nodded in agreement.

“Okay, you have nothing to do here, go down!”

Huang Mei frowned, thinking secretly in his heart, and fell into a light sleep again in a daze.

At this moment, the light on the surface of the golden cymbal placed aside by him began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just one stick of incense’s time, the golden cymbal that had been shining with golden light turned from golden to dull gray-black, completely losing the spiritual charm that a spiritual treasure should have.

……

“who is it?”

“What a courage!”

“How dare you damage my spiritual treasure?”

At Fenjing Mountain, Maitreya Buddha, who was used to smiling, sensed that his middle-grade innate spiritual treasure, the golden cymbal, was damaged. He became furious and his face turned ferocious, with murderous eyes.

A creepy aura surged out from the Fenjing Mountain and instantly swept across half of Xiniu Hezhou.

“What happened to Maitreya Buddha?”

Zhen Yuanzi of Wanshou Mountain, who was also in Xiniu Hezhou, was surprised when he sensed the angry aura of Maitreya Buddha. The Maitreya of Buddhism was a typical good guy who always smiled at everyone.

Why do I feel like a cuckolded lion today?
“Haha, Maitreya’s magical golden cymbal was actually swallowed by Wukong. How interesting!”

In the Heavenly Palace, the idle Jade Emperor took out the Kunlun Mirror that could reflect the three realms, and found that the golden cymbals beside Huang Mei had lost the charm of the innate spiritual treasure and turned into a pair of dull and ordinary golden cymbals. He immediately laughed from ear to ear.

Except for Tathagata and Guanyin, all the quasi-saints in Buddhism are poor. A medium-grade innate spiritual treasure is already the best treasure in Maitreya’s hand.

That human seed bag is nothing more than a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Without the golden cymbal, Maitreya Buddha’s strength would drop by at least 20%.

The magic weapons in the world of Journey to the West have never been as simple as a weapon, but the key to determining victory or defeat. The Golden and Silver Boys, the One-Horned King, and Huang Mei in the original drama all relied on magic weapons to commit crimes.

Without magic weapons, it’s like a tiger without claws and fangs, and can only be slaughtered.

“This Wukong is causing me trouble again!”

In the South China Sea, Guanyin, who was meditating in the Purple Bamboo Forest, suddenly had an idea. She counted with her fingers and found out that the golden cymbal of Maitreya Buddha was destroyed by Cheng Long. She was immediately furious.

Maitreya Buddha is not a small character, but the future Buddha among the Three Buddhas of Buddhism. When Tathagata dies, he will succeed the Buddha.

Although the probability of this happening is extremely low, it is still better than the ancient Buddha Dipankara.

After all, time only moves forward and cannot flow. The Buddha of the past will always be the Buddha of the past and it is impossible for him to be put on the table as the Buddha to be worshipped by all the Buddhas.

Maitreya was designated as the future leader of Buddhism by the two saints Jie Yin and Zhunti. Naturally, his strength is extraordinary. His cultivation in the late stage of quasi-saint is one small realm higher than that of Guanyin, Manjusri and Bodhisattva.

Since Cheng Long offended Maitreya Buddha, Guanyin naturally had to worry about him.

Fortunately, Maitreya was well-informed and did not rush to the Little Leiyin Temple to cause trouble, otherwise Guanyin would not know how to stop the angry Future Buddha.

Just as the powerful people of the three realms were amazed, Cheng Long absorbed all the innate essence of a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure and finally broke free. He stomped on the golden cymbal that had transformed into an ordinary item, and at the same time took out the golden hoop and hit Huang Mei with it.

Huang Mei, who was still asleep, was beaten half to death on the spot. His head tilted and he fell into a deep sleep.

This made Guanyin completely relieved. Otherwise, if Maitreya’s golden cymbal was destroyed and then Huang Mei was killed with a stick, even if Maitreya had a strong sense of the overall situation, he would probably not be able to help but rush to Xiao Xitian and attack Cheng Long personally.

It’s useless even if you come, you might even end up getting imprisoned yourself.

But in the Three Realms, apart from the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, who else knows that Cheng Long’s clone, Sun Wukong, is a powerful being who has reached the perfect state of Hunyuan Golden Immortal!
With such a level of cultivation, he is a big shot whom even Tathagata and Zhen Yuanzi have to treat with courtesy.

No one can defeat him except the saint. (End of this chapter)