Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

"Where did the wild monk come from? He actually tricked the old monk?"

"Do you think I'm old enough to be bullied?"

"Disciples, get rid of this monk who lied about his younger brother's Buddhist scriptures."

Chapter 425 The Golden Chi monk who was struck to death by lightning

The host of this monastery is named Jinchi.

In the original fate, it was a guy who used the host's identity to cheat and search for property.

He is a monk, but he wears a Pilu square hat, and the cat's eyes are shining with stone jewels.

Wearing a brocade velvet shirt, the emerald fur and gold trim are shining brightly.

A pair of monk shoes save eight treasures.

A stick embedded with clouds and stars.

This outfit.

Not to mention a host who is far away from the bustling area of ​​Datang.

Even the abbot of Chang'an City may not be able to get it together.

Because he is proficient in the number of longevity.

This golden pond has lived for 500 years.

It is longer than the two hundred years in the original fate.

This property accumulates more.

Those who dislike the poor and love the rich are getting more and more greedy.

Hearing that a holy monk came to Chang'an, I thought there was something ludicrous about it.

Instead, he saw a poor monk riding a donkey.

Immediately angry.

The old monk is more than 500 years old. Is it easy to run all the way?

He actually lied to the old monk.

"Hit out, hit out."

Elder Jinchi's face was full of frost.

How many good monks are there who have been with Elder Jinchi for a long time?

Listen to Elder Jinchi's words.

Immediately reveal the evil form.

Staring and blowing nonsense.

The vicious spirit became fierce.

One by one, they rolled up their monk robes and stepped forward with a murderous look.

"What kind of beating?"

Suddenly a voice sounded.

Elder Jin Chi thought it was his disciple who asked the question.

Didn't even think about it.

Just open your mouth.

"Break your legs and throw them into the mountains."

The voice sounded again.

"That makes sense. Goku, let's fight."

Only then did Elder Jinchi react.

It was Xuanzang who spoke.

He slammed the crutch inlaid with eight treasures in his hand.

"Bold, you..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

It was interrupted by Monkey King.

"Master, these are mortals."

"There are two who have been practicing martial arts for a few days, and my old grandson is not very good at shooting."

As soon as the words came out.

Elder Jinchi was even more angry.

But Xuanzang's eyes lit up and his face was full of joy?

"Wukong, is what you said true?"

"Both you and Xiaobai are inconvenient to deal with mortals?"

Sun Wukong spread his hands and nodded with Xiaobai Aolie.

Xuanzang was overjoyed.

He went up with his tin-headed Zen stick.

"For the teacher, I finally found a chance to make a move."

"It's not easy."

Before Elder Jinchi and a group of evil monks could react.

Xuanzang has already been killed among a group of evil monks.

Hands up and down.

The sound of broken leg bones.

One after another.

But three to five rounds.

All the evil monks fell down with their legs broken.

The tin-headed Zen stick in Xuanzang's hand is an acquired treasure.

Even without other abilities.

It's only nine thousand kilograms in weight.

Turned among the crowd.

Waiting for the idle monster race may not be able to bear it.

What's more, these mortal evil monks.

Elder Jin Chi trembled in fright, and a stream of yellow ran down his trousers.

Paralyzed all over.

Xuanzang smiled slightly at Elder Jinchi.

"The title of Xuanzang, the poor monk, was given by the Buddha."

"The poor monk's original title was Sanzang. This host, do you know what Sanzang is?"

Elder Jinchi spoke tremblingly.

"It is the three classics of the classics, the law, and the theory."

Xuanzang grinned.

"No."

"It was evil and was seen by the poor monk, so he was buried."

"Those who bully the poor monk will be buried."

"If you don't like it, bury it."

"Host, which one do you think you are?"

puff!

Sun Wukong and Xiaobai Aolie sprayed at the same time.

fog grass.

Master, you are a Tripitaka, not a Tripitaka.

Elder Jin Chi was trembling, and his afterimage was gone.

He thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

He hugged Xuanzang's thigh and began to cry.

"Holy monk, the poor monk lost his mind for a while, and the poor monk is sorry for you."

Xuanzang smiled comfortingly.

"Host, don't be sad, don't cry, it's no big deal if you feel sorry for the poor monk."

Jin Chi was overjoyed.

"Really?"

Xuanzang smiled very gently.

"Really, the poor monk won't do anything to you."

"I will bury you responsibly."

vomit!

Elder Jin Chi was stunned by Xuanzang and vomited.

He glanced at Xuanzang's tin-headed Zen staff that was still dripping blood.

He shuddered again.

"Holy monk, please spare the poor monk."

"The poor monk is really just confused for a moment."

"The poor monk has been doing good deeds for 500 years, and he has never done anything bad."

"That's all."

"The poor monk can swear to the Lord Buddha, the poor monk really only has this one time."

"I've never done anything bad before."

"If the poor monk has done other bad things, there will be a thunderbolt!"

Boom!

Elder Jinchi had just finished speaking.

A thunderous thunder appeared out of thin air.

A bolt of lightning at an absolutely impossible angle.

Turned a corner.

Slashed at Elder Jinchi's heavenly spirit.

The old monk was hacked to maturity on the spot.

Rumble!

Four more thunders followed.

Chop up the last residue of the golden pool.

Even the other party's true soul was not left behind.