Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi.

When the two immortal officials heard this, their noses were almost bursting with joy.

Sitting in the heavenly court, luck will come naturally?

This is so fucking cool.

All the other immortal officials were extremely envious.

fog grass.

These two guys are so lucky.

No, we have to find a way to get some later.

It's not that we are greedy for that bit of luck.

The main reason is to see that Buddhism earns less money, which is really cool.

Chapter 433 The poor monk is ashamed of the Lord Buddha, so he will commit suicide and apologize

Rumble.

over nine days.

The Nantian Gate opens.

The two fairy clouds walked in tacit understanding.

Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi walked on Futu Mountain in tacit speed.

First, self-declaration for the official position of Xianmen.

Then Zhao Jiugong stepped forward and laughed.

"Holy Monk, the Jade Emperor has granted your alms."

He took out a golden toad.

"This treasure is the Treasure-Spitting Golden Toad. Every day at sunrise, it worships the sun and breathes in the energy from the east."

"You can get a hundred taels of gold."

This Treasure-Spitting Golden Toad is not the innate spirit treasure in Wu Shen's hands.

And a copycat.

Genuine products can spit gold ingots infinitely.

This counterfeit product only has a hundred taels of gold per day.

The restrictions can be said to be enormous.

But for Xuanzang and his party, it was enough.

In fact, because most of the way is wilderness.

Many times there is gold that cannot be spent.

but.

This was obviously calculated by the Haotian Jade Emperor.

Yao Shaosi also came forward and took out a grain bucket the size of a palm.

"This treasure is used to store grain and produce buckets, and its usage is the same as that of the spit treasure Golden Toad. You can get a hundred catties of grain every day."

This is also a counterfeit product.

But for Xuanzang and his party, it was enough.

Xuanzang happily accepted it.

"The poor monk remembers the kindness of the Jade Emperor."

"When the poor monk returns from sending the scriptures successfully, he will definitely spread the good fortune of heaven for Tang Dynasty."

"Of course, the poor monk will never forget the help of the two Gods of Wealth."

This is what Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi were waiting for.

The two gods of wealth laughed.

After meeting Xuanzang for a bow.

It was finally like seeing Zen Master Wuchao.

He bowed with a smile on his face.

"I have seen the Zen Master."

"I still have to go back to the Heavenly Court to report to the Jade Emperor."

"Don't disturb the Zen master."

As a disciple of Jiejiao.

Who doesn't want to scrape the Buddhist gate up and down.

What about saints and good corpses?

You have a temper, you drove a horse and did a game with our heaven?

With Tianting's current strength, it's easy to crush the Eastern Buddhist Sect.

So Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi didn't take Zen Master Wuchao seriously.

Amitabha Buddha himself came, out of respect for the sage himself, he should give some face.

Good corpses.

If he doesn't want to save face, what can he do?

The expression on Zen Master Wuchao's face remained unchanged.

Neri had already gritted his teeth.

The two gods of wealth are right.

Eastern Buddhist sects dare not offend Heaven.

Although Amitabha had a little fantasy at the beginning.

But after Wu Shen brought Sun Wukong to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

Amitabha woke up from his fantasy.

Before there is a way to deal with Wu Shen.

No matter how much power Buddhism has, it cannot offend Heaven.

not to mention.

Even the power of the Eastern Land Buddhism can't beat the power of the Heavenly Court.

After Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi left.

Zen Master Wuchao finally spoke.

"Xuanzang, you..."

But he had only just spoken.

Xuanzang interrupted him.

"The poor monk was wrong."

"I also ask the Zen master to forgive me."

Zen Master Wuchao twitched the corners of his mouth.

fog grass.

All of a sudden, the deity doesn't know how to pick it up. HTTPs://WωW.éЬòǒκbǎō.Иét/

Does the deity mean to forgive, or not to forgive?

Xuanzang did not give Zen Master Wuchao a chance to speak.

Walking in repentance with a face of respect and tacit understanding.

"The poor monk often heard that the Lord Buddha taught all Buddhist disciples."

"Fomen Temples and temples are all one family, regardless of each other."

"They are all the posthouses of our master. When you see the mountain gate, you will get three liters of rice."

"If you want to come, if you go to any temple, you will go to your own home."

"The poor monk has nothing to worry about, so he should take some things from home to pawn."

"But I never thought that the rules of the Lord Buddha are not valid for the Buddha himself."

talking.

Xuanzang began to wipe away his tears.

"It's the disciples who don't read the scriptures well, which makes such a joke." Biquge 789

"The poor monk will go back to Chang'an and tell His Majesty that the poor monk cannot afford to deliver the scriptures."

"It is even more necessary to tell all Buddhists in the world that the rules of this Buddhist family are different from those of Buddhists."

puff!

Zen Master Wuchao walked in tacit understanding.

fog grass.

Kinnara, you are so poisonous.

wrong.

Kinnara's memory was erased by the deity himself, even if the holy patriarch takes action, it is impossible to restore it.

What happened to Xuanzang?

Xuanzang didn't care what Zen Master Wuchao thought.

He patted Xiaobai on the head.

"Xiaobai, send him back to Chang'an as a teacher."

"Wukong, Wu Neng, you too, go back to your home."

"Although I spend a short time with you as a teacher."

"But the teacher will always remember you."

Monkey King's three faces were also in a daze.

fog grass.

Master, are you serious?

Why is this different from what we thought?

Xuanzang saw that Xiaobai didn't move.

Just jump off the donkey.

While wiping tears, he turned around and walked east.

"That's right. The poor monk is no longer qualified to be a scripture sender."

"How can I let Xiaobai continue to work hard?"

"The poor monk walked back by himself."

"By the way, the money bag and grain bucket must be returned to Heaven."

talking.

Throw something into Sun Wukong's hand.

"The poor monk begged all the way back."

"If someone asks."