Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter 61 Manjusri’s Back Pot

“The teacher just wandered around intentionally or unintentionally and saw that there are many more on the tree. Why don’t you take advantage of the high moon and wind tonight, and let the teacher take you to enjoy it. You must know that this ginseng fruit is a good thing. ”

This thing is really delicious, even if you eat it every day, you can’t get tired of it.

What’s more, it has the effect of increasing the cultivation base.

At this moment, a Manjushri Bodhisattva was there, and it was time for him to carry the scapegoat.

The three apprentices looked at him in disbelief.

My master, this is to take people to steal the fruit.

Is this still a Taoist monk?

He even had to do things like stealing.

But when I think about it, I can understand what my master has done along the way.

After all, the brothel is in, what else can’t be done.

The masters and apprentices made plans. Of course, Tang Yu was the main one who made the plan.

Manjushri, hidden in the sky, couldn’t help swallowing.

He has never eaten such precious things as ginseng fruit.

There was a sudden in his heart, and he sneaked down the whole one, and no one knew it anyway.

Amitabha, Amitabha.

Sin, sin.

As a monk, how could he have such an idea.

This is really a sin. Fortunately, the Buddha didn’t know. If the Buddha knew about himself, he would have the idea of ​​stealing, and he would probably have to suffer another meal.

But why doesn’t this Monkey King come to steal the fruit?

As long as Monkey King stole the fruit, he was bewitching the two children.

Then Monkey King furiously pushed to the ginseng fruit tree, then the difficulty became.

Western sky.

Tathagata Buddha was watching nervously with his cigarette in his mouth.

Yuanshi Tianzun had already fooled Zhen Yuanzi over, and then it was his own Buddhist operation.

Judging from the current trend of the situation, there is no problem at all.

But he didn’t dare to take it lightly, because there were still variables in Journey to the West.

You don’t know when he jumped out, affecting the overall situation of Westward Journey.

This Manjushri Bodhisattva is also not flexible at all.

Although Monkey King didn’t steal the fruit, wouldn’t you steal it stealthily and then blame them on them?

Really, no head.

Bai has been with this seat for so many years, and can’t even handle such a thing.

“Buddha, now it seems that there should be no unexpected problems.”

Samantabhadra said a Buddha name.

At least in his opinion, there is no problem now.

With a cigarette in his mouth, if the Buddha squinted his eyes, it would seem so unpredictable.

He reached out and buckled his big feet, then rubbed his nose.

“hope so.”

Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

Guanyin Bodhisattva is waiting for Monkey King to come to her and heal the fruit tree.

You know, in heaven and on earth, only she can save the ginseng fruit tree.

It’s just that she was absent at this moment, and was not so concerned about Journey to the West.

Because of the state of mind, this is the top priority.

The trouble should end it.

Only Tang Sanzang could help her solve this, but she still couldn’t kill Tang Sanzang.

At the beginning, such a good mission of Journey to the West fell on her head, still secretly ecstatic.

At this moment, she didn’t feel that way at all.

She even had an urge to quit her job with the Buddha.

But this is obviously impossible.

Until now, Tang Sanzang and the others couldn’t stop, and she couldn’t stop either.

This fucking dragged myself.

By now, it is impossible to stay out of the matter.

Tang Yu exchanged something with the system.

So I took the apprentices into action.

Target ginseng fruit tree.

Looking at the shining fruit on the tree, Tang Yu swallowed.

The task of climbing the tree and hitting fruit was naturally handed over to Monkey King.

He is a monkey himself, going to the tree to pick fruit, which is his strong point.

Since then, a few master and apprentice thieves picked all the fruits of Kazuki.

Back to the room, after enjoying the fruit, the core was disposed of, and the following things were explained to the three apprentices.

sleep.

Beautiful.

Manjushri, wait for it.

Um?

Manjushri opened his eyes blankly, how he fell asleep.

She slept under the ginseng fruit tree.

I hurriedly looked at the tree, and the gleaming ginseng fruit was still there.

He was just about to get up, and was hidden in the air again, waiting for an opportunity to act.

But just moved, I was stunned.

Holding a ginseng fruit in his hand, he was also bitten.

Manjushri suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

How is this going?

Did he fall asleep, sleepwalking in a daze, plucking a man ginseng fruit.

It shouldn’t.

Aside from gritting teeth, snoring, and farting when I slept, I never heard Xitian’s colleagues say that I was sleepwalking.

But the ginseng fruit is clearly in his own hands.

Things Cao.

It’s bad.

I actually ate the fucking ginseng fruit secretly. If this spreads to the Buddha’s ears, I must be done with it.

The ginseng fruit in my hand has already been bitten by myself.

How can this be good?

The fruit has come down and can’t grow up.

I groaned for a while, and I took a bite, and I also ate, and I ate one, and I also ate.

Such a good thing can’t be wasted.

Manjushri gritted his teeth, as if he had made a great determination, and ate the fruit.

It’s just that he didn’t see that the shining fruits on the tree had disappeared little by little.

This was nothing but the blinding technique Tang Yu asked Monkey King to use.

After adding some medicine to Manjushri Bodhisattva, his mind is still not very clear, so he didn’t see it directly.

High in the sky, a figure came quickly.

It is Zhen Yuanzi.

He found out there was nothing wrong with Yuanshi Tianzun’s old boy.

All kinds of wrangling with myself.

Ask yourself how did you eat during this period and do you still have dry stools.

Isn’t this fucking bullshit?

What I have cultivated for, and always talk about the old things.

Therefore, he was angry and left directly.

As soon as he returned to the Wuzhuang Temple, he saw Manjusri Bodhisattva gnawing on the ginseng fruit, which made him slightly startled.

Immediately after seeing more than 20 fruits of his life, they were all gone.

Only a bare tree was left standing.

Zhen Yuanzi almost didn’t faint.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi suddenly appeared, Manjushri was also stunned, holding a few bites of ginseng fruit in his hand, just staring at Zhen Yuanzi blankly, motionless.

“Manjusri, Wu Cao you Da Ye.”

Zhen Yuanzi was angry.

Ginseng fruit has bloomed for three thousand years, fruited for three thousand years, and matured for three thousand years.

It took nine thousand years to end such thirty.

I’m not willing to eat it, so I basically give gifts or something.

But at this moment, it was actually eaten by Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Not even one was left, only the core of the ground.

What’s more remarkable is that he was still sitting under the tree and gnawing upright.

They were so unscrupulous, this didn’t put his Jin Yuanzi in his eyes at all.