Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

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.

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 are not good at reading the scriptures, which makes such a joke."

"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."

"The poor monk just talked about what happened on the Futu Mountain."

Zen Master Wuchao finally recovered from his shock.

"Xuanzang, wait a minute."

Xuanzang turned around and looked at Zen Master Wuchao with a "pure" face.

"Does Zen Master have any other orders?"

"Do you want the poor monk to commit suicide and apologize?"

"Also."

talking.

Raising the tin-headed Zen stick in his hand, he was about to hit his own head.

Fog grass!

Zen Master Wuchao finally couldn't sit still.

Jumped down from the giant tree of Wuchao.

Grab the tin-tipped Zen stick.

This is really urgent.

No other supernatural powers or Buddhist teachings are needed.

Xuanzang had an expression of "I want to die, don't pull me".

When I saw the tin head Zen stick was caught.

Let go immediately.

Pulling out a dagger with his backhand, he wiped it on his neck.

Wu Chao stretched out his hand a little.

The dagger shattered.

Xuanzang pulled out a sleeve knife like a magic trick again.

Zen Master Wuchao, a little more.

Then Xuanzang took out a lot of "portable" weapons such as the nine-finger knife, the ring knife, the water-pointing thorn, the fingertip sleeve, the ring-shou knife, and so on.

Zen Master Wuchao was numb.

fog grass.

What do you, a monk, do with so many weapons on your body?

How the hell do you hide so many things on your body?

Fog grass?

Just hide your short weapon.

How the hell did you hide this mace?

"enough!"

Zen Master Wuchao finally gave a loud shout.

The Buddha's light shines on his body.

Thousands of miles scattered.

The entire Futu Mountain fell into a stagnation.

Glowing majesty enveloped the eight hundred miles of mountains.

"Xuanzang, your reasons for Buddhism are not wrong."

"You are not guilty, you can continue to send scriptures."

Xuanzang blinked.

"Really?"

Zen Master Wuchao nodded.

"real!"

You just have to go to send the scriptures, you have the final say.

This trip to the west to deliver scriptures is the only chance for Buddhism.

Open up the East and the West, and let the Buddhism of the East spread to the West.Even if Heaven can take the lead.

The harvest of the Eastern Land Buddhism will not be small.

and.

Amitabha Buddha himself still has secret arrangements, which can only be done by connecting the East and the West.

This trip to the west to send scriptures must be completed.

Xuanzang blinked again.

Seeking truth on his face.

"Really?"

Zen Master Wuchao twitched the corners of his mouth. hττPs://Wwω.Eьòókbáο.ИeT/

"Really true."

Chapter 434 Can't smash a tree, can't move a mountain?

Only then did Xuanzang show a smile.

"It turns out that the poor monk is not wrong."

"Since there is nothing wrong, then... Wukong, come and chop the tree."

Zen Master Wuchao almost didn't jump up.

"Xuanzang, why do you have to attack the deity's dojo?"

Xuanzang looked serious.

"Zen Master, this is not your ashram. This is the ashram of all Buddhists."

"That's why it's also the ashram for poor monks."

"The poor monk is traveling all the way west, can't he bring some money?"

The corners of Zen Master Wuchao's eyes twitched.

"Didn't Heaven give you money?"

Xuanzang smiled slightly.

"Zen Master, should the poor monk go to the West to preach Buddhist scriptures?"

"Or should Pindao go to the West to preach?"

"Actually, Pindao also has some understanding of Taoism."

puff!

Zen Master Wuchao sprayed again.

This deity is a saint and a good corpse, so he would be threatened by such a guy?

In the end, Zen Master Wuchao could only grit his teeth.