When the Master of Bliss is reincarnated as a Tang Monk

"what are you saying?"

Tong Mo's words were heard in the ears of Huangmei Patriarch, and he could hear every word clearly, but after combining them together, he found that he had no way to understand the meaning.

"Ah, don't you understand? It doesn't matter." Tong Mo said in a very tolerant tone, but for some reason, it made people inexplicably angry, "After all, it doesn't matter whether it's between people or monsters. Between them, there will be a gap in wisdom due to the differences between individuals."

Tong Mo nodded: "I completely understand, so it doesn't matter if you don't understand."

It's all right if he doesn't explain what he said in this way, the "kind" explanation will only make Huangmei Patriarch even more annoyed.

After all, this sounds like calling him stupid, right? !

Flushed by this anger, and the fact that Sun Wukong had just been subdued just now, in Huangmei Patriarch's subconscious mind, no one should be his opponent anymore, so he also took the chill down his spine at the moment he saw Tong Mo earlier as a A momentary illusion.

He began to feel that it was unnecessary for him to waste so much time and tongue here with Tang Sanzang, who was destined to become a dish, so he also made up his mind not to pay attention to what Tong Mo might say. He couldn't understand the words, but wanted to capture the opponent.

Just wait for one hour and three quarters, when Monkey King turns into a puddle of blood in the golden bowl, that is the time when he can feast on Tang Monk's meat.

However, before his hand really touched Tong Mo, countless icy edges rose from the ground in an instant, like a series of jagged and terrifying thorns, completely separating the two of them.

Even more than that, these ice edges seem to have their own consciousness and life, combined into a huge spear cone that seems to be piercing into the sky, and rushes straight towards the yellow-browed patriarch.

"what?!"

The Yellow-browed Ancestor chopped off the ice edge with one palm, but the scattered ice shards soon regrown, and became more sharp weapons sharp enough to split the ground and rocks, once again smashing the yellow Old Ancestor Mei attacked from more directions.

Because the frequency and scope are so wide that for a while, even the ancestor Huangmei felt a little tricky, and had to fight with these ice edges that seemed to be all-pervasive.

Then, behind those undulating layers of solid ice, he saw a pair of eyes.

The corners of the eyes are bent, as if they are smiling, but they are full of cold eyes, which seem to have countless viscous malice surging.

Huangmei Patriarch's body suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

He remembered, he should have seen those eyes.

In the more distant past, when he was still following the Buddha he served, he should have seen such a pair of eyes.

Beside the taller, most stalwart Sakyamuni, who is farther away from the top, and lowering his eyes, surrounded by countless golden lotus flowers... that Zhantan Gongde Buddha.

The Yellow-browed Patriarch shook his head vigorously, thinking that he must be dazzled.

After all, as we all know, Jin Chanzi has already been thrown into the cycle of reincarnation because of his disobedience to the Tathagata. Now he is just an ordinary human being. How could he use his power in this way again, and how could he retain that pair of colored glazes? Where's Hitomi?

He had just finished pumping himself up like this, when he saw the reincarnated monk who belonged to the Buddha, wearing cassock and hat, raised the fan in his hand at him and smiled.

what?

The second after such doubts appeared, the Huangmei Patriarch's heart trembled.There was an attack that he had no way of resisting, entwined with the will of death and aimed at his heart, the yellow-browed patriarch tried to resist, but the ice ignored everything and pierced through his body.

The yellow-browed patriarch coughed violently, and the wound was torn and painful, but what frightened him even more was that the wound could not heal itself by relying on the monster's own strong physical fitness, but still maintained... There are even signs of worsening.

"It seems a little inaccurate?" Tong Mo, who was wrapped in the ice lotus, sighed with some regret, and then said again, "But it doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time to continue, don't worry."

It was a gentle enough laugh, but under careful scrutiny, it gave birth to a different kind of horror.

"Blood ghost art. Frost ice. Water lily Bodhisattva."

What is it that descended here?

The tall, icy figure with a body size far beyond imagination, if you look closely, you will find that it seems to be a Buddha statue, with its eyes closed and a kind face.Holding flowers in one hand, with a smile on his face, and holding a millstone in the other hand.

The latter was sitting cross-legged on the palm of the Ice Buddha, looking at this side with great interest and showing a smile.

"Then, let's try it." Tong Mo looked in the direction of Patriarch Huangmei and said with a smile, "Don't you like pretending to be a Buddha? How many tricks can you resist under the hands of Water Lily Bodhisattva?"

The answer is that it is not even a one-stroke enemy.

The gap in many aspects brought about by the huge contrast in body size cannot be easily made up.Water Lily Bodhisattva slapped Patriarch Huangmei into the side of the mountain wall with a relaxed slap, smashing out a huge deep pit.

He stretched out his hand again, pulled the Yellow-browed Patriarch out of the pit, and held it tightly in his hand, and the force he exerted was still increasing, obviously intending to pinch the Yellow-browed Patriarch directly just like this die.

"Uh...uh!"

The Yellow-browed Patriarch wanted to struggle, but the means that could work on human beings were really ineffective against the huge Ice Buddha, who didn't feel pain and didn't feel tired.

Am I going to die here?

While his consciousness was hazy, the ancestor in yellow robe began to think in such a daze.

At the last moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, a golden Buddha's light shot from a distance, saving him from the hands of the Water Lily Bodhisattva.The golden Buddha stood between him and the Water Lily Bodhisattva, his brilliance subsided, and he could see that it was a Buddha with a kind smile.

"Beast."

As soon as this Buddha fell to the ground, he began to scold the yellow-browed patriarch who had less air in and out more.

"Not only did I escape privately, but I also took away my magic weapon, and now I have brought myself to such an end?"

The yellow-browed patriarch was submissive and dared not speak.

"..."

Tong Mo shouldn't know this strange Buddha, but for some reason, when the other party stood in front of him, Tong Mo found that he could actually say the other party's name.

"Maitreya?"

Maitreya Buddha, who always had a kind smile on his face, looked at him, and after a long time, he let out a long, long sigh.

"It's been a long time since I left, and it's been a scene of countless growth rings. The last time we met, it was a long time ago."

"I know you won't sit still, and I thought you would come back one day...but I never expected that goodbye will be like this."

Maitreya Buddha sighed very lightly, stretched out his hand, and touched the body of Water Lily Bodhisattva.I saw that the originally huge Bodhisattva immediately began to melt, became shorter and turned into a pool of black and purple water, and soon evaporated and disappeared.

"Long time no see."

"Golden Cicada."