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

Chapter Seventy Seven You Are Not Going To Die

Thinking of their Buddhism, which one is not all four.

How come this fellow Tang Sanzang completely changed his appearance.

But it still learns from people, and can’t afford the existence.

Lingji Bodhisattva sighed. In his opinion, Tang Sanzang couldn’t get out of the brothel for a while.

So, I went to the imperial palace of Wuji Country and found the king.

The king at this moment is already the mount of Manjushri, and the green lion has changed.

As for the real king, he has already been pushed into the river.

The two discussed it to make the difficulty complete.

In the eyes of the Leo King, this is not a problem at all.

Not to mention the powerful support behind it, the arrangement of Buddhism. He is the Lion King, who has great magical powers.

So this difficulty, in his opinion, is easy.

It’s just that Puxian doesn’t think so.

Your host, Manjusri, is soaking in hot springs.

Are you still crying?

He had an urge to stay away from the Lion King. The guy in the province died and hurt himself.

You know, the current Buddhism, but some can’t stand a blow.

Fuxian must protect his useful body and never go in the sauna.

night.

Inside the brothel.

Tang Yu was sleeping soundly with one arm in his arm.

A gust of wind blew through the window.

The soul of the Wuji King floated in.

He was killed by the Lion King and has been pushed into the well for three years.

Fortunately, in a dream recently, a Bodhisattva told him.

There is a Datang Saint Monk, passing by here, you can save him.

This is a rare opportunity for the Wuji King who has been so wronged.

Only after waiting for two days, the Datang sacred monks did not enter the palace.

There was a Bodhisattva last night, and he fell into a dream again, telling him that at the moment the Datang Saint Monk is in the brothel.

Datang saint monk, entered the brothel?

This made the Wuji King unresponsive for a long time, but he could claim his grievances, which was the main thing.

Therefore, his soul floated in.

Suddenly, a scene of spicy eyes appeared in front of him.

The black-bone king took a breath.

Stepping forward, calling Tang Yu: “Holy monk, holy monk…”

Tang Yu clicked his mouth, turned over and fell asleep again.

It seems that I was tired yesterday, so I slept so soundly.

“Holy monk, holy monk…” The Wuji King continued to shout: “Wake up, wake up…”

Tang Yu sat up abruptly, yelling: “You’re fucking endless, get out of the way.”

He is dreaming.

Damn it.

From the moment he entered, Tang Yu Taiyi Jinxian’s cultivation was felt.

Only when he was half-dreaming and half-waking up, he continued his dreams.

The old guy screamed endlessly, and he didn’t know if he could continue to catch this dream.

The black-bone king was stunned at the same place, and he didn’t get back to his senses for a long time.

Tang Yu had already lay down and continued to fall asleep, frowning slightly, and then stretched out, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had taken the dream to him.

“Holy monk, wake up, don’t sleep.”

The Wuji King continued to cry helplessly. He had great grievances and urgently needed Tang Yu’s help.

Tang Yu turned back and forth, and finally sat up, and cursed: “Fuck, you are not dead.”

“Holy monk, I have grievances. I hope that the holy monk can avenge Xiao Wang.”

The black-bone king knelt on the ground.

“I know.”

Tang Yu was very angry when he was disturbed by the dream, and naturally he was not angry when he spoke.

He naturally knew the grievance of the Wuji King.

This old boy is nothing but a victim of the symbol of Buddhism and Taoism, and he is very pitiful.

Wuji Country.

All over the country, there are devout Buddhist believers.

Take the king as an example, and don’t even eat meat.

His sincerity toward the Buddha touched the Buddha. The Buddha sent Manjushri to the world, and his mind was to make him a golden arhat and become the Buddha.

But Manjushri had to install next door when he descended.

Turned into a mortal, at the meeting, said to the king, boy, I think you are good, follow me in the future, I am Manjushri of the Western Heaven.

Doesn’t this pull the calf?

For a normal person, people with a bit of IQ don’t believe it.

This is equivalent to in modern times, walking on the street and suddenly encountering an old man, a young man, I think you are very talented, your bones are amazing, and the task of maintaining world peace will be left to you in the future. I have the palm of the original Tathagata here, and it only needs one billion.

Who can believe this?

If you don’t beat you, you are considered ugly.

The Wuji King is a person with IQ, so it is naturally impossible to believe in Manjushri.

He directly sent someone to tie up Manjushri Bodhisattva and threw it in the water for three days.

In any case, Buddhism is a group of people with yin and small belly.

Manjusri directly caused the Wuji country to suffer a drought for three years.

No matter how the king worships Buddha and tells God, it is useless.

At this time, a veteran appeared.

That’s right, this is the Taoist priest of Manjushri’s mount change.

It rained in Wuji Country under his spell begging for rain.

And this black-bone chicken king is also a second stroke.

At first glance, the Taoist priest had two brushes, and he directly became a brother of the opposite sex with him on the spot.

Even the women are so close.

What the Wuji King said was similar to what Tang Yu knew.

However, people will describe themselves as the victim when they dictate it.

Even if it is not, I will try my best to find excuses for my refusal.

“Three years ago, in the middle of the night, he actually pushed me into the well, and immediately became like me, occupying my river, and occupying my concubine… Jing Longwang felt my grievances and took me physically Stored in the well, I hope that one day, I can get rid of the injustice…”

The Wuji King sighed long and looked at Tang Yu.

At this look, his eyes widened involuntarily.

The saint monk of the Tang Dynasty… fell asleep.

The halazi in his mouth shed the old elder.

“Holy monk, holy monk, have you heard what Xiao Wang said.”

During his shoving, Tang Yu wiped the halazi that came out: “I heard it, I heard it.”

“I beg the holy monk to avenge the little king.” The Wuji king knelt on the ground again; “Remove the demon way.”

Just a fart?

Tang Yu smiled disdainfully in his heart. Generally speaking, it was nothing more than a conspiracy, and the Wuji King suffered an unsuspecting disaster.

Why, the Lion King became a Taoist priest.

Why did he tell him that he, the Great Tang Saint Monk, can save him.

This is the fucking way of the Buddhist monks.

Taoist priests harm people, but Buddhism saves them.

However, this Wuji King didn’t know that it was arranged by the Buddhists.

Tang Yu clicked one eye and wiped his eyes: “If you want me to say, why don’t you die? It’s better to die, not to get angry. You are saying that you have this virtue, or reincarnation.”

The Wuji King was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.

He is here to ask for help, hoping to make himself unjustified.

I didn’t let myself die.

Tang Yu’s eyes widened: “Why are you looking at me? Listen to my analysis. I guess after the analysis, you will have no face to live.”