Killing something is naturally a joke.

The Bodhisattva asked himself not to beat him, and Tang Sanzang didn't think he would be beaten to death by anyone.

Seeing the Bodhisattva's face dark, Tang Sanzang took off his colorful cassock as soon as he raised his hand, and walked to the old host kneeling on the ground under Guanyin's confused gaze.

"Old host, let's talk about the fact that you set fire to make money and killed me and lost my monk's colorful cassock.

Look at my monk's robes, are they all out of line?"

call out!

Tang Sanzang had just finished speaking, a gust of wind came from his ears. The next moment, he saw a white jade bell wearing red thread on his wrist.

Tang Sanzang: ""

"Bodhisattva, have you made a mistake?"

What I want is not a bell, but I also want to save my life.

The Bodhisattva's mouth twitched, "That red rope is the last one, the bell is made of the same material as the mutton fat jade bottle of me, and it was refined from the remaining materials at that time."

"Amitabha, since the Bodhisattva sincerely wants to send him off, I will reluctantly make it difficult for me and I will be disrespectful."

Tang Sanzang covered the bell worn on his wrist, looking as if he was afraid that he would be snatched away, but he still had to be merciless.

Bodhisattva: "It's nothing, I will go back to the South China Sea.

In the future, don’t look for me if you have nothing to do, and don’t look for me if you have something to do.”

As he said that, auspicious clouds rose under the Bodhisattva's feet, and he flew to the sky with him.

Looking at the Bodhisattva's leaving figure, Tang Sanzang thought secretly.

It seems that I have really offended the Bodhisattva. I am too scrupulous. Didn’t I just want such a little thing? I am also very compassionate and merciful to save the suffering and the suffering.

After curling his lips, Tang Sanzang took out a stack of talismans and asked them to be placed in his hand and patted them. He shook his head and put them helplessly, "Oh, these good things may be ruined."

"Plop!"

The departing Guanyin Bodhisattva caught a glimpse of the movements in Tang Sanzang's hand from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't control it and fell from the sky with a thud.

After that, before Tang Sanzang could speak, he didn't even look back at him. The human-shaped traces that were smashed on the ground flew away in a hurry before they could clean up.

Looking at the Bodhisattva who was so disobedient, Tang Sanzang curled his lips and snorted, "Hehe, monk~"

"I've been to Jiangnan

The face waiting in the season is like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers

The east wind does not come, and the willow catkins in March do not fly

Your heart is like a small lonely city

The streets of bluestone are just like night

The sound of the sound is not loud, and the spring examination in March will not be revealed

Your heart is a small window tightly covered

My Dada's horse hooves are beautiful mistake

I'm not a neighbor, I'm a passerby."

The sound of horse hooves dripped, and the bells hanging on their wrists jingled and made a crisp and pleasant sound as they swung, which made people feel excited.

Tang Sanzang, riding on the horse, raised his hands and raised his head, looking at Sister Bailong who was hanging on his wrist and the Great Sage who was flying aside on the somersault cloud, couldn't help but show off his face.

"How is it? How is this poem done by me?"

The Great Sage glanced at him, "Bored."

Sister Bailong's voice was crisp and she shouted a smile that could not be left invisible, "Little Monk, your poem is impeccable regardless of the season, narrative, and lyricism."

After a compliment, before Tang Sanzang was humble, Sister Bailong's voice rang out again, "If it weren't for the words that marked the place in Jiangnan, I almost believed it, you made it on the spot."

Tang Sanzang: ""

The Great Sage glanced at Tang Sanzang again, with more or less visible eyes, and a little contempt.

At this time, nearly two months had passed since the burning of Guanyin Zen Temple.

The cold winter is over, and the grass grows and the birds fly, which is a good time for spring in March.

After brushing the copy of the Black Bear Spirit, the Great Sage's Nine-Turn Profound Power exceeded expectations and broke through to the fourth True Immortal Realm. It was able to easily fly into the clouds and the golden hoop was able to take off in the hands of the Great Sage again.

Therefore, the white horse and the Jiuhuan Tin Staff returned to Tang Sanzang's hands two months ago.

The weather is sunny today and cloudless, which is a good time to go out.

After being denied the proposal to stop rushing to a picnic barbecue conference, Tang Sanzang did not feel disappointed, but was in a good mood and had the urge to recite a poem.

Then

After thinking about it, Tang Sanzang made a modern poem with a stunning success. He remembered that it seemed to be a "Error" written by a guy named Zheng Yuchou.

Originally, I wanted my disciple and Sister Bailong to look at me with admiration, but I didn't want to forget to change the place name and directly exposed the truth of my plagiarism.

Of course, with Tang Sanzang's thick skin, he naturally would not admit that he copied it.

What? You said this was copied?

Well, call the original author over to confront me.

Damn, I am thousands of years earlier than him. Who did you copy? Do you have any idea?

so

"Ahem, Sister Bailong's eyes really look like a torch, and it can be seen that this poem was not created by the monk on the spot.

This poem was written by a monk who first went down to the mountain of Death and passed Jiangnan on his way to Chang'an. Today I took it out to let Sister Bailong taste it."

"Xilulu~"

The white horses under the crotch seemed to be disgusted by Tang Sanzang's shameless spirit, and he couldn't help but scream.

Bang!

"Call!"

"Will call!"

"I am making you sigh!"

He slapped the horse on the head, as if he was not satisfied. Tang Sanzang scolded him while slapping him again.

The white horse curled his lips in grievance and did not dare to shout again.

When he was laughing under the crotch by the Great Paladin, he mocked and bullied Tang Sanzang, he never thought that he would fall into Tang Sanzang's hands one day.

Now in the past two months, Tang Sanzang has to deal with it if he has anything to do, and finds various excuses to pat its head. It is almost photographed by Tang Sanzang as Ge You.

Huh? Who is Ge You? Why do I say Ge You?

The doubts in Baima's heart flashed, but no one paid attention to its thoughts.

It is considered its fortune to be able to open up spiritual intelligence. Do you really want to have a position in this team of seeking scriptures?

Seeing the white horse surrender to his tyranny, Tang Sanzang nodded with satisfaction and rode the white horse and continued to rush on the road.

After walking through mountains and ridges, the master and apprentice had already walked into a plain.

"Where is spring, where is spring~"

Tang Sanzang hummed the faster the song, rode forward, and suddenly saw a big stone in front of him and suddenly stopped moving forward.

"Xilulu"

The white horse was suddenly tied to the reins and couldn't help but scream in dissatisfaction.

This scream awakened the young man who was sleeping on the huge rock. The young man opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the white horse that woke him up, Tang Sanzhan on the white horse, and the great sage above Tang Sanzhan.

"Yaoyao~"

Seeing the shape of the Great Sage's magical martial arts, the young man rolled directly from the huge rock to the ground, got up and ran away.

One step, two steps, three steps.

As he ran, the young man retreated to Tang Sanzang's white horse.

"Plop!"

The young man's knees softened and he knelt directly on the ground, "Grandpa Monster! Grandpa Monster, don't eat small ones. He is small and thin, without two taels of meat, and his bones are still sour. It's not delicious, not delicious!

If you want to eat, I would like to recommend my master to you. My master is rich and has a high standard of living. He eats a round body and has a lot of meat.”

He was clearly running away, but he found that every step he took was going backwards. The young man didn't know that he had fallen into the hands of the monster, so he immediately sold his master without hesitation.

Listening to the young man's begging for mercy, Tang Sanzang, for no reason, sounded thirteen years ago when he was a young monk.

At that time, he also encountered a monster, as if it was a cute little fox.

At that time, I had been playing with the little fox for a day and was very happy, but when I was leaving, the little fox suddenly spoke.

At that time, I thought the little fox wanted to eat him, so I sold my master without hesitation in order to survive.
To be continued...