Zhu Bajie was very happy. He had only been working for a few days and was already very excited.

He only traveled four hours a day and took five days to rest for two days. This was more comfortable than being a son-in-law in Gaolaozhuang.

"Wukong! I'm thirsty for my master, go and get some water for me to drink."

Tang Seng, who came down from the white dragon horse, glanced around and shouted at Sun Wukong in front of him.

With Tang Seng's current cultivation level, he naturally doesn't have to drink water, but this can kill time. Anyway, he is just a salary.

If I were really busy traveling all day and walking for a month, it would be boring.

"Okay! Master, wait!"

Sun Wukong was not surprised at all, so he rushed back to Zhu Bajie and took out the purple gold bowl from his bag.

"Brother Monkey! Get some for me too!"

Zhu Bajie, who put down his bags, also shouted at Sun Wukong who was leaving.

"no problem!"

Sun Wukong's response came from afar.

"After taking Zhu Bajie, there is Huangfengling below, but there seems to be a Zen Master Wuchao in the middle!"

Tang Monk, sitting on the stone, was thinking about the next itinerary in his mind.

The Futu Mountain where Zen Master Wuchao is located is not far from Fuling Mountain, and I think it will take only two days to go.

This guy who showed his face during Journey to the West and even gave Tang Seng the Heart Sutra is also full of mystery.

After disappearing, it never appeared again, but most of them were guessed that they were Buddhists.

"I'm a little hungry!"

Tang Monk was pondering in the distance, but Zhu Bajie, who was originally lying on the ground, unconsciously touched his stomach.

After scanning the bags placed on the ground, Zhu Bajie hurriedly came over.

But after rummaging through my backpack for a long time, I didn't find any food, but instead found a good hat.

"Hey! Why do you have such a good-looking hat? It must be the master's. Let me give you a try too."

He secretly looked at Tang Monk sitting in the distance, and Zhu Bajie took off his monk's hat.

A light set is just right!

"It turns out that the master's head is so big."

Zhu Bajie, who had the hat straightened up, was surprised.

But after wearing it for a while, Zhu Bajie was about to take it off suddenly found that his hat could not be taken off.

He tugged for a long time, but he couldn't get it down.

"Bajie! Why are you squatting there? Come and drink water!"

Sun Wukong, who happened to have returned from the water, saw Zhu Bajie buried his head in the distance and couldn't help but call him.

Tear up!

Zhu Bajie, who was squatting down and pulling his hat, heard this, and used his hands too hard and pulled off a large piece of cloth.

"Oh no! I broke the master's hat."

Looking at the fabric in both hands, Zhu Bajie looked panicked.

Just as he was about to secretly hide the broken hat, Zhu Bajie suddenly felt a strange feeling.

He felt a little cold on his bald head.

Zhu Bajie reached out and touched him and found that there was a hoop on his head.

"What's this thing? It's so hard!"

He pulled hard and found that he could not shake it at all.

"Ouch! It hurts so much that my old pig!"

Just as he was about to use his magic power to take it off, the golden hoop on his head was tightening.

The severe pain made him roll on the ground.

Tang Monk, who was drinking water, heard this and turned around and looked around.

Tang Monk, who stood up, looked at Zhu Bajie rolling on the ground not far away, and his mouth twitched slightly.

He had already seen the golden hoop on Zhu Bajie's head.

I thought about it and realized the reason.

It must be Zhu Bajie was curious and tried to wear it, but found that he couldn't take it down.

"Bajie! What's wrong with you?"

Sun Wukong didn't see it at first. After all, there was only a golden hoop left, and Zhu Bajie was still covering his hands.

I didn't go to see it on purpose, I couldn't find it at all.

"Master! I was wrong. I shouldn't have worn your hat secretly. Please help me take off the golden hoop. I will not dare to do it again."

Zhu Bajie, who was crying on the ground with his head in his arms, shouted at the coming Monk.

Now, Sun Wukong finally saw the rag that was torn apart by him and knew the reason for the incident.

"Bajie! You are in trouble. That hat was worn by the Bodhisattva for the master."

Looking at Zhu Bajie holding his head on the ground, he was crying with pain, Sun Wukong felt a sense of gratitude.

Fortunately, I was not curious about wearing it secretly at the beginning, otherwise it would have been miserable.

"Bodhisattva? Ouch! What sin did I suffer?"

Hearing this, Zhu Bajie screamed bitterly and kept rolling on the ground.

Although his mind was not clear, based on the scenes he had been at work these few days, he naturally understood the reason why the Bodhisattva gave him a hat.

No wonder the master threw it in the package and didn't wear it. It turned out that he couldn't wear it at all.

"Bajie! Don't struggle, otherwise you will tighten the tighter and tighter."

Guanyin is not around now, and no one recites the spell of the tight hoop and will shrink.

Fortunately, I didn't wear it with the foresight at the beginning, otherwise it would be the one who hurt me.

When Zhu Bajie, who was lying on the ground screaming, heard this, he quickly gave up resisting. As expected, the pain became much smaller.

After a while, Zhu Bajie was lying on the ground with sweat on his face.

"Bajie! How are you?"

Sun Wukong, who was squatting next to him, couldn't help feeling a little sad when he looked at Zhu Bajie's miserable appearance.

After all, it was a powerful Golden Immortal, but it hurt so much.

"Master! You have to help me!"

Zhu Bajie, who had sat up, hugged Tang Monk's thighs and wailed.

A few days ago, I felt that I was so happy to get the scriptures. Today, I inexplicably put on a golden hoop.

He had never suffered the pain of the sin just now.

"Eight Pills! This golden hoop is given by the Bodhisattva, and the master can do nothing."

Looking at the pitiful Zhu Bajie, Tang Seng felt helpless.

This golden hoop is something given to Guanyin by the Tathagata, and it is not an ordinary thing.

"Bajie, don't move, let me, Lao Sun try it to see if I can pry it open."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong turned the golden cudgel smaller and inserted it into the winger.

The master has no choice but to rely on Sun Wukong now.

"Oh my god! It hurts so much that my old pig, Brother Monkey, stop! Stop!"

But in just a while, Zhu Bajie's screams rang out.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong had to stop immediately.

"Master! This is given to you by the Bodhisattva. You must have a way. I, the old pig, can't stand the sin."

The miserable Zhu Bajie finally could only look at Tang Monk.

"Don't worry about it, do you still feel it hurt?"

After pondering for a while, Tang Seng spoke.

The golden hoop in the original work requires the effect of the tight hoop curse. This must be specially prepared by Guanyin or Tathagata for him, and there will definitely be many differences.

In this case, Tang Seng can only suggest this.

“But…but…but…”

Zhu Bajie was sweating profusely, and his face was bitter.

It’s all my fault for wearing what hat I want to wear, and now I’m making myself so embarrassed.

Zhu Bajie, who was helpless in his heart, could only sit still. It was indeed as Tang Seng said, without pain.
Chapter completed!