My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 423 The Bandit Attacks
Tang Seng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It would be a lie to say that you are not hungry.

I have been eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha for so many years, and my mouth has long faded out.

If it goes on like this, it can still be tolerated.

But after tasting the sweetness of meat, it is as difficult as ever to give up.

Tang Seng's eyes flashed with firmness.

"Okay, the poor monk will eat it, test the poison himself, and save the innocent people in the world."

Bite off a chicken leg.

Ah!
good to eat!

Moderately salty, delicious and sweet, it is simply a masterpiece in the world.

No wonder Li Shimin was not allowed to eat fast in the Tang Dynasty.

With such delicacies, who wants to eat fast?

"Teacher, let me give all these poisons to my master, so that you won't be poisoned."

I go!

Grab my chicken leg.

shameless.

But Ye Fan was overjoyed in his heart.

This is the eighth difficulty, and Tang Seng began to break the precept.

Let him become a demon in the future, just around the corner!

This definitely affected the plot of Journey to the West.

This RPG game is here, I must have a lot of points.

Being able to make a face for the demon world and the bull boss, this game is so worth playing.

By the way, when will this dungeon be finished.

A little tired.

No pressure at all.

really.

The Bull Demon King laughed out loud when he saw this scene.

To say that killing Tang Seng before was a bit opportunistic.

But at this moment, Ye Fan has definitely done what ordinary people can't.

"What do you say this time? Who else? Hahaha!"

"Absolutely, this kid did everything I wanted to do."

Sun Wukong gave a thumbs up and was amazed.

"Brother Niu, I don't know if you have this kid's WeChat, I want to add him to communicate."

"Ok?"

The Bull Demon King was slightly shocked.

His brother doesn't like to play Qiankunyi the most.

If it weren't for responding to the call of the fairy world and Western religion.

He doesn't know how to play WeChat.

Even so, after playing for countless years, he still doesn't have many friends on WeChat.

Let him take the initiative to add.

Ye Fan's visit was worthwhile.

"Yes, I'll recommend him to you right now, and then you can help me guide and guide me, teach and teach."

"No problem, we can talk."

The others looked bad.

Because Ye Fan's points are indeed increasing, and they are multiplying.

Has fallen behind a lot of others.

If according to this growth rate.

It is estimated that within two days, Ye Fan will win directly.

There is no need to compare.

But they had no choice but to watch.

After all, this game is supervised by multiple parties, and no one can intervene.

……

The old man on the side looked at Tang Seng, who was full of food, with contempt on his face.

Just eat it.

Still acting such a big show, who is it for?

It's not as real as Elder Sun.

Fake monk, bad review!

I ate and stuffed for a long time.

Tang Seng finally ate all the food, said lightly.

"Disciple, I'm going to meditate as a teacher, and save the dead souls for this chicken and duck."

Take off your pants and fart--it's superfluous.

But Ye Fan also knew that this was Tang Seng's self-salvation.

When he has redeemed enough, he will naturally no longer feel guilty.

When relapse becomes the norm, everything will not be far away.

"Yeah, go, master! My old grandson will protect you."

"Thank you, apprentice!"

"belch!"

A full belch came out.

"This chicken leg is really fragrant, and there is still something to say..."

"It's okay, master! Next time I will kill a few wild boars and bison and cook you a BBQ. That will be a real feast of food."

"Monks don't tell lies, so you must not lie to your teacher! This BBQ must be on the agenda!"

"no problem."

In the evening, the night is deep.

Tang Monk finished chanting.

Sewing tiger fur clothes for Ye Fan under the oil lamp.

"Master, are you still asleep?"

"For my teacher, the weather is getting colder, and you are wearing thin clothes, so I will sew a dress for you."

"Hey, thank you Master!"

Look at the tiger skin in his hand.

Ye Fan said: "Master, in order to protect your safety. My old grandson broke the precept of killing and killed this fierce tiger. I really feel ashamed."

"Just now, my apprentice came up with a good idea. If you encounter a tiger again in the future, why don't you let him eat you, just like a peacock devouring Buddha?"

Tang Seng trembled when he heard it.

When the Buddha was swallowed, he had already cultivated a six-foot-long golden body. He was not afraid of peacocks, and peacocks could not digest him.

When he came out, he was still the boy he once was.

What about yourself?
But the mortal body, if it is really swallowed.

When it comes out, it's a pile of shit.

Of course, this was what Ye Fan said on purpose.

If Tang Seng agrees, he really won't care about it in the future.

If he doesn't agree, it proves that he assisted the killing out of fear.

No matter what, Ye Fan won.

"Forget it, as a teacher, I can forgive you for such a sin. As you said, if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"The disciple understands."

A cunning flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.

Don't look at these few words as harmless.

But Tang Seng planted a killing seed in his heart, and sooner or later, it will take root and sprout into a towering tree.

……

At this moment, there was a shout of killing outside the thatched cottage.

"Disciple, hurry up and follow me outside to see what happened."

"Ok."

The two walked out of the house.

The old man curled up on the ground.

"You gangsters, don't hurt my grandson."

But at this time, a steel knife was already on the grandson's neck.

"Wukong, you have the ability to reach the sky, hurry up and save Lao Zhang. Remember, don't kill anyone."

"Don't worry, Master."

This group of robbers was arranged by Master Guanyin.

The purpose is to show Monkey King's bloodthirsty nature and take the opportunity to cast the curse.

Let him kill, Ye Fan can't kill.

"Certainly!"

He didn't talk nonsense, he performed a hold spell.

All the robbers stopped in place, motionless.

"Huh? Why didn't they move?" Tang Seng asked curiously.

"Master, this is my grandson's supernatural power."

"Old man, get up quickly."

The father-in-law, grandson and grandson were still in shock.

Quickly kneel down and thank you.

"Thank you two elders for saving your life."

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

"Master, how to deal with these robbers?"

"It's better to drive them out."

Ye Fan shook his head.

"Master, they are robbers, disgusting and hard to change. Letting them go will only let the tiger go back to the mountain. When we leave, the old man's family will be in danger."

"What Wukong said is, what should we do?"

Tang Seng is like an ant on a hot pan.

The so-called scholar meets soldier is justified and unclear.

He couldn't deal with these robbers at all, so he couldn't sit down and explain Buddhism to them.

Saving people to be kind requires long-term guidance, how can it be effective in just a few days.

Ye Fan smiled: "Master, how about this! Didn't we make an appointment for a BBQ feast!"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Tang Seng raised his head.

Aftertaste of Ye Fan's description.

High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking. After a busy day, Master Sun will first marinate pork, beef and mutton to taste.

Raise the grill again with charcoal.

Remember, charcoal must be used here, otherwise it will lose the fragrance of charcoal.

Then there is barbecue, sprinkle with various spices, slices of oil, with secret sauce, and put it in the mouth at the most tender moment, it is more refreshing than being a fairy.

(End of this chapter)