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Hearing this, the two sects were furious. They were the mainstay of the Chidu sect, how could they be so humiliated.

No way! Book after book of scriptures flew out of Tang Sanzang's hand.

"The seven natures of Mahayana and the six names of Buddhism!"

There were thirteen Buddhist scriptures in total, which overwhelmed the two of them.

The reversal came so suddenly that St. Peter had not yet broken free.

Then layers of shackles were put on his body, and he was truly doomed.

Seeing this, the Universal Patriarch was eager to try, but he did not dare.

"Please, Lord Messiah, kill this bald donkey yourself!"

But Jesus' face was ashen. He had become a saint, and his target was the Tathagata of Buddhism. As a result, the leaders under him couldn't even defeat a disciple of Buddha. His face was dull.

Everyone below was surprised: "How can Mahayana Buddhism be so powerful?"

Many people without sectarian beliefs are watching the earth-shaking over there.

I can't help but yearn for it.

"In this age where gods are rampant, we have to choose a sect to believe in. I am still undecided. Now I have decided to join Buddhism. I want to learn Mahayana Buddhism!"

Especially those who despised Buddhism also changed their minds because of Tang Sanzang.

"I have to say that we all underestimated the foundation of Buddhism."

Lu Dongbin sighed lightly, feeling ashamed to be inferior to Tang Sanzang in this state.

I think back then, this mortal with naked eyes couldn't even tell whether he was a human or a demon.

Everyone thought that the leader of the three religions under Jesus could beat Monk Tang.

Now the reversal is sudden, and only the leader of the Protestant religion has not yet appeared.

"Come out, you are so far away. How can you hear the poor monk chanting sutras?"

Tang Sanzang was short-sighted, and another scripture flew out.

The sound of chanting in his mouth never stopped, and it actually produced boundless golden threads, tearing apart the trembling void.

A dark figure, the man describing the priest was captured.

"Presumptuous!" Although he was caught secretly, Martin Luther still dominated the heavens and crushed the heavens with one foot.

Even though the sky collapsed, the golden thread could not be broken.

Then he was unambiguous and wanted to use the gospel to fight Buddhism.

Finally, the appearance of a sacred weapon turned the tide of the battle.

"Buddhist monk, you are too conceited. No one among the saints has ever dared to fight one against three against me."

As the sacred thunder swayed across the sky, the holy vessel pushed away the Buddhist scriptures.

Looking up again, the three leaders were already standing in a row.

He actually respected Martin Luther!

The Christian believers were overjoyed again: "Times have changed. The three religions have gone through historical changes, and each generation has become better and better. The one we are more familiar with today is undoubtedly the Christian Lutheran, Lord Martin Luther."

All the believers were waiting for this person, and finally they arrived.

Three big figures from the Catholic Church, the Orthodox Church, and the Protestant Church gathered together.

Jesus felt relieved, and his eyes moved from Tang Sanzang to the monkey.

"I really want to go over and deal with you at this time, but your master is fighting for you, so you can't take advantage of him."

Jesus murmured that he would not kill Brother Monkey now.

It’s to repay the wish I just made.

At the same time, he also wanted to reorganize Jidu and completely unify the three religions.

"Tang Sanzang, I hope you won't let me down."

Martin Luther and others heard this sentence and did not understand why.

In fact, the contradiction between the three religions is not between the founders.

It is a conflict of original teachings.

The three of them have never even met, so there is no conflict at all.

However, the ultimate destination of faith is Jehovah, and Jesus is like the last layer of media. He is well aware that the serious divisions in faith have led to the lack of the holy throne.

This gap should be made up. Problems like this are not uncommon, and Ahura is almost the same.

But Tang Sanzang shook his head: "I said, poor monks don't kill."

Either salvation or eternal damnation, for Tang Seng.

Self is the biggest killer.

"Let's go together. Oh, by the way, the fists and kicks of the poor monk are actually not much worse than the Mahayana Buddhism."

Then he saw Tang Sanzang rolling up his sleeves and surrounded by thirteen Buddhist scriptures.

Actually remembered the past.

Golden cicada, golden cicada, everyone thinks that golden cicada is an auspicious thing.

Little did he know that when the Tathagata accepted him as his disciple, what he was interested in was not the wisdom root of Buddhism, but the word "great evil".

Just by succumbing to this skin of thin skin and tender flesh, the ferocious nature was wiped out in Lingshan, but the essence will not change.

Following the Buddha's light, a large golden cicada suddenly appeared.

Everyone finally realized it.

"I strongly suspect that the reason why Tang Monk's meat can live forever is precisely because of the golden cicada's body."

This also gave everyone a new understanding of what it means to be unholy.

"But I still feel...Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it."

Under the saints, this word is strictly restricted.

Is Qu Yuan Half Saint powerful enough? Is Mr. Zhuge powerful enough?

But the final outcome is...

The more high-spirited the situation, the more people are wary of danger in times of peace.

Holy monk, you must be good.

Under the golden cicada, there is also the purple gold alms bowl used for alms.

"Don't be afraid of him. We represent almost the entire pantheon, and with Lord Jesus sitting here, he is dead."

St. Peter suppressed the word "heart", but the more so.

The more he understood the meaning of the word "big evil", the more he felt his heart throb inexplicably.

Martin Luther didn't think too much and continued to teach every day.

He did not believe that the profound and profound Bible could not compete with mere Buddhist scriptures.

At the same time, the holy weapon finally revealed its complete form.

The holy light carries repentance and gospel, making people wander between life and death.

"According to legend, after Jesus died, he peeled off a piece of the cross on which he was crucified and refined it into a holy vessel."

That little palm cross is not exactly in line with the legend.

Taking advantage of Jesus' breath adjustment, the leader of the three religions asked God for help again.

I don’t know if God is there or not, but I just borrow and give.

Tang Sanzang couldn't help but feel that there was a more terrifying guy above him.

Scarier than Jesus.

Immediately I made up my mind, if you and I, master and disciple, can't do it.

Then the only option is to invite Patriarch Bodhi, even though Tang Monk is reluctant.

After all, one disciple serves two masters, and he is far worse than Bodhi.

Even in Tang Seng's state of mind, it was inevitable that he would feel ashamed.

By the way, Tang Seng suddenly thought that he had never met Bodhi before.

Withdrawing their thoughts, Martin Luther and others took advantage of the situation.

The three of them formed a siege around him in the Zhongtian Domain.

Then he heard an explosion: "You two are protecting me. If I fight with my life, I will surely kill this man."

Martin Luther jumped out alone and punched out ten doors.

Rumble!

"Betting on life?" Tang Sanzang's energy was locked by invisible force.

Martin Luther laughed loudly: "Yes, it is a gamble on life."

"You claim to be a good person in ten lives, but I don't believe it. As long as you magnify a little bit of evil in your heart, you can defeat yourself. I don't believe it. You have never done anything sinful in these ten lives."

Martin Luther was full of confidence, even if he really didn't do any evil.

Then he should have had the joy of clouds and rain. That in itself is a sin for his current status as a monk.

However, Tang Sanzang accepted this cause and effect without even thinking about it.

"Okay, I'll bet my life with you, poor monk."