The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

I am the Monkey King. The Buddhist Guanyin once told me that I will protect a Buddhist monk who goes to the West to preach Buddhism.

Shouldn't the eminent Buddhist monk in my memory be an old monk who has attained enlightenment and worships Amitabha Buddha all day long?

The eight-foot-tall, muscular man in front of me, apart from having a bald head, has nothing to do with the Buddhist monks!

After being picked up, the Monkey King's brain shut down for a moment, and then he thought of what Guanyin had said before he left, and quickly asked: "May I ask, does this master have a name?"

"Lord Buddha, Tang San is buried!" The strong man looked at the little skinny monkey in his hand and said with some disgust.

"Tang Sanzang? Only those who are proficient in the Sutras, Laws, and Commentaries of Tripitaka in the Buddhist holy scriptures will be called Tripitaka Master!" The Monkey King thought to himself that the name alone was indeed suitable.

After the names were matched, the Monkey King quickly said: "Master, I don't know. I am the Monkey King of Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain. I am waiting for you here specially to escort you to the west to promote Buddhism!"

Speaking of escorting, the Monkey King who was carried in Tang San's hands deliberately straightened his back. This Monkey King was extremely confident in his abilities.

When he heard the little skinny monkey in his hand say something crazy about protecting himself, Tang Sanzhan carefully looked at the little skinny monkey in his hand, and said with a smile: "With your physique, it doesn't look like it's good enough for me. A meal, and I accept you as my apprentice? Have you paid the protection fee?"

When the Monkey King heard Tang Sanzun ask for protection money, he subconsciously said: "Well, monks are not burdened by gold and silver..."

"Haha, you poor man, I am a Buddha who only saves those who are destined to be together!" Tang Sanzian looked at the Monkey King who looked in need and sneered.

The Monkey King was speechless when he said this. What the other party said was indeed the truth. He could smash the mountain that suppressed him with one punch.

Your cultivation level is higher than mine, so why do you need your own protection?

It’s even appropriate to charge some protection fees!

But the Monkey King always felt that something was wrong. Just when he was about to speak, he heard the strong man sneer again:

"That's right. Lord Buddha is a warrior monk who buries in heaven, earth, and all sentient beings. He only doesn't know how to reason with others. Having an extra lecturer monkey is just what I want. I can save a lot of money by accepting you as my disciple." Less trouble!"

"No, you, me, no, master, you are a monk, then who am I?" The Monkey King was speechless by the master of the Three Burials with his unique painting style. He pointed at himself blankly and asked. .

Tang San raised his head and blew a whistle, and a dozen fast horses came running behind him like a whirlwind of clouds, and each horse was carrying a thick volume of scriptures on its back.

"You little skinny monkey will be responsible for explaining reason to others from now on. If the other party doesn't understand the reason, Lord Buddha, I am proficient in some fists and kicks!" Tang Sanyan said with a crack of finger bones.

The purpose of traveling westward is to promote Buddhism. The bald man in front of him obviously has higher martial arts value than himself, and his behavior is erratic and even more unreasonable than himself.

They say they are going to the West to promote Buddhism, but not a single one of them understands Buddhist scriptures.

Isn't this a joke?

Guanyin didn't tell me when she came that it was me who preached Buddhism!

The Monkey King scratched his head, looked at the scriptures carried on a dozen horses, swallowed, and asked with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Master, you won't let me study Buddhist scriptures now, will you?"

"If you don't want to learn, how can you let me, Buddha, learn?" The bald man's eyes widened, and the sound of dragon and elephant echoed around him.

Behind Tang San's burial, there seemed to be a huge white elephant and a huge golden dragon, looking at the Monkey King with an evil look on his face, who felt himself becoming smaller.

It seemed that as long as the word "no" popped out of the Monkey King's mouth, the next second, he would be the first to be served to the dining table.

The two sides quickly reached a consensus, and the Monkey King successfully worshiped Buddhism and became a protector traveling west to promote Buddhism.

From this day on, the Monkey King, who dared to compete with the sky, buried himself in the vast Buddhist scriptures, reading hard day and night.

The purpose is to preach Buddhism well to uncivilized people on the way to the west.

And by studying Buddhism every day, the killing and cruelty of the Monkey King was actually relieved by Buddhism.

Putting on the cassock thrown by Tang San's funeral, the Monkey King was enveloped in soft Buddha light, and his sharp-mouthed thunderous face actually gave him a hint of a Buddhist monk.

Who would have thought that the enlightened monk who originally had no power to restrain a chicken would turn out to be an Arhat who subdued the dragon and subdued the tiger.

But the Monkey King, who was originally supposed to protect the eminent monk, instead studied the Buddhist scriptures diligently.

As the number one thug on the westward journey, Tang Sanzong's behavior was too barbaric.

So barbaric that even the Monkey King, a great demon cultivator who once caused havoc in the Immortal Dojo, felt barbaric.

Every few days, huge corpses of monsters are thrown in front of the Monkey King, and the aura coming from the corpses is stronger than the one who once made a scene in the immortal dojo!

As for Tang San, he sat on the corpse as if nothing had happened and used the Buddha's light in his hands to roast and heat the corpse.

My master is really strong, but I have a bad temper!

He likes to eat meat, loves to drink, is greedy for money and lust, and is addicted to gambling.

All the things that monks cannot do, my master did them all without missing a beat.

For example, this monster was just passing by and took one more look at the two of them, but to his surprise, he couldn't go back!

"Master, that monster didn't even make a move, why did you kill him?" The Monkey King, who was studying the scriptures with his hands clasped together, raised his brows and asked helplessly.

Tang San, who was collecting the corpses of the monsters and preparing for the barbecue, showed his eight white teeth, and smiled brightly and warmly: "I have long heard that if you eat enough eighty-one monsters, you can live forever!"

The Monkey King, who is also a member of the demon tribe, felt a look behind him. The way Tang Sanzian looked at him looked like the next dessert after a meal.

Is this bald donkey using me as a reserve food?The Monkey King was frightened and quickly changed the subject and said: "I...Amitabha, good, good! Master, you and I have been walking together for many days, and I don't have a name yet. Please give me a Buddha name!"

Tang Sanzun looked at the frightened Monkey King and felt a little unhappy in his heart. This monkey had a high level of understanding, but he was a little too timid and had a pedantic personality. He was not as bold as himself at all!

But it is true that this apprentice must have a Buddhist name, otherwise how can he count on the horse boy on his mountain?

Tang Sanzian thought for a moment and said, "Then why don't you call me Sun Xingzhe?"

"Walker? Toutuo? Master, you want me to walk westward step by step, and preach the Dharma step by step, so that I can achieve perfect merit and achieve the great road?" the Monkey King clasped his hands and asked.

Tang Sanzian shook his head in disdain, and Yang Tian said sarcastically: "Torturer, you are responsible for all the tortures in the world. Anyone who disobeys my Buddha will be severely tortured!"