I became the boss of the system at the beginning

Wukong came to the kingdom of the human race and searched for the fairy fate who could teach him the way of longevity.

But helpless gods are not so easy to find. It took many years to visit ancient caves, but in the end they couldn't get what they wanted. Instead, they learned a lot of martial arts skills from ordinary people.

After tossing and turning, Wukong unknowingly came to a land called Buddhist monk country.

Walking into a village, I happened to see a monk knocking on the door of a big house.

Looking at the appearance of the compound, it is obvious that it is a big family!
The monk was very young, with a fair face and an exceptionally handsome appearance.

Although he waited for a full quarter of an hour, the monk was not impatient at all, as if he had just started knocking on the door.

At this moment, the door suddenly creaked open.

Before the monk could speak, a group of burly men came out one after another.

Having just hijacked a lot of treasures, these Jiangyang thieves all have pockets bulging, their faces are flushed, and their faces are excited!
Sensing that someone was blocking the way, the bandit leader couldn't help but look up and down at the monk.

It seemed that he was in a better mood, and he also felt that there was nothing that this plainly dressed monk could make him admire. The bandit leader suddenly felt quite in a good mood, and teased:
"You bald monk, do you want to ask for alms?"

"Amitabha, good at fighting, good at fighting, this little monk has exactly this intention."

The monk nodded calmly, looking at the blood-stained blade of the bandit leader, but he showed no sign of fear.

"Then go elsewhere for alms, I'm afraid you won't be able to alms here."

As soon as the bandit leader said this, the many big men carrying the treasure burst into an uproar. Couldn't it be fate, this family was killed by them, could it be possible to bring the dead back to life and cook a vegetarian meal for this bald man?
"Look at all the benefactors coming out from this door, could they be the owners of this big family? That little monk can also ask you for alms!"

"I didn't bring any food with me, so why would I give you a bald head if I did!"

Noticing the unkind expression on the bandit leader's face, the young monk couldn't help but sighed deeply.
"The little monk still has to go in. If he doesn't go in, how can he know whether he will get fate through transformation."

Hearing this, everyone laughed even more wildly, only to see the bandit leader said in a bad mood:

"Turn you a fairy, are you really stupid or fake? Can't you see that the people inside have been killed by Lao Tzu? Are you begging? Can you find a ghost to melt?"

"The benefactor has given the command to kill? Amitabha, all living beings are equal, you have to turn back quickly, or you will fall into endless hell."

"Hell? My dear mother!"

The bandit leader stared angrily, and let out a roar, and the subordinates quickly put the knife on the young monk's neck.

Seeing that his shoulders were held to nowhere by more than a dozen knives, the young monk's thighs trembled, but he pretended to be calm.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's mother-in-law has long since fallen into the arms of the Buddha and gone to the Western Paradise to enjoy blessings. Don't mention her again, otherwise."

Having said that, the monk looked up at the many big men without any timidity.

The bandit leader's heart tightened. It is said that monks are quite capable of fighting. Could it be that the bald man wants to fight?

Thinking of this, the bandit leader looked at the monk with a trace of vigilance.

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise the monk will be very sad."

Seeing the monk talking seriously, the bandits were speechless for a moment.

The bandit leader couldn't hold back and exploded directly.

"You're so sad, it's none of my business?"

"Because you mentioned the poor monk's mother before she was refined from vulgarity."

The bandit leader's patience was gradually worn out, he raised the blood-red sword in his hand, and snorted coldly.

"I'm afraid you don't have any self-knowledge, don't you know that I can kill you at will?"

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness, the benefactor should never create the precept of killing again."

The bandit leader was speechless:
"I have already killed him, and I have already committed a serious crime, so I am afraid that I will kill you again?"

The monk shook his head,

"Don't underestimate yourself like this. My Buddha is merciful. If the benefactor sincerely repents and puts down the butcher's knife, he will become a Buddha immediately and live the same life as the sky!"

"Put down the butcher knife?"

The bandit leader sneered until his lips cramped, but the monk nodded again.

"That's right, wouldn't it be wonderful to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away?"

"Damn your mother, you are really looking for death!"

The monk took a step back, looked at the big knife raised by the bandit leader, his calf trembled constantly, but his mouth was indomitable, and said:

"Almsgiver, it's all right if you call the poor monk a bald donkey. Why add the word "death"? You can add it if you add it. Since everyone calls the poor monk a bald donkey, then everyone is dead. How can you seek death?"

"you!!"

The bandit leader's throat was sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, but when he saw the monk, he broke down and said again:

"So benefactor, you should put down the butcher knife. As a human being, the most important thing is not to contradict yourself. You say that the poor monk is a dead donkey. Why do you still want to chop a knife on the poor monk? This is disrespectful to the dead. , and an insult to yourself."

"puff!"

The bandit leader finally vomited out a mouthful of old blood and lay unconscious on the ground after being babbled by the monk for a while.

"Big brother!"

"Brother, what's wrong with you!"

All the bandits were stunned, and then one of them looked back at the monk angrily, and the big knife on his neck was a little closer, and a trace of blood oozed from the monk's skin.

"Damn bald donkey, you actually made us so angry? Brothers, cut him off!"

"Hey, Amitabha! Think twice!"

The monk clasped his hands together in fright, and chanted a Buddhist saying aloud. He stood upright, but his head was shrunk into his neck in fright.

Puff puff!
After hearing a series of screams, the deadly machete did not come down, and the monk opened his eyes in surprise.

In front of him, a guy with a rough face and a thunderous mouth appeared, and those bandits just now were lying on the ground a few meters away, howling.

"monkey?"

"Did you save me, kind monkey?"

Looking at the grateful monk, Wukong twitched his mouth, suddenly remembered something, and asked excitedly:

"You just said that if you put down the butcher's knife, you will become a Buddha right away? Is it true?"

The monk saw the eyes of the shaggy-faced monster in front of him, and swallowed.
"Yes, that's the reason."

The monk thought to himself, this is what is written in the Buddhist scriptures, and it should be true. The Buddha and his elders are sincere and do not deceive me, Amitabha.

Seeing Wukong hurriedly asked again:
"Is that Buddha the kind of existence that can live forever?"

Hearing this, the monk patted his chest with certainty, and said firmly:

"That's natural."

Wukong was overjoyed immediately, and stared straight at the blade in the hand of the unconscious bandit leader on the ground.

He happily wanted to pick it up, but the bandit leader held it tightly even though he was in a coma. Wukong suddenly became irritable, and nothing could stop him from seeking the way of longevity!

boom!
Going straight down, the bandit leader woke up screaming in pain, let go of the knife in his hand, and Wukong picked it up excitedly.