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Chapter 359 Amitabha, the poor monk has not eaten human flesh for a long time

Killing or something is naturally a joke.

The Bodhisattva dared not beat himself, and Tang Sanzan didn't think he would be beaten to death by anyone.

Seeing the Bodhisattva's dark face, Tang Sanzhan took off the brocade cassock on his body as soon as he raised his hand, and walked to the old abbot who was kneeling on the ground under the bewildered gaze of Avalokitesvara.

"Old host, let's talk about how you set fire to seek wealth and murder, and lost the poor monk's brocade cassock.

Look at the cassock of the poor monk, is it all off the line? "

call out!
Just after Tang San's words were buried, there was a gust of wind in his ears, and the next moment, he saw a white jade bell wrapped in red thread on his wrist.

Tang Sanbu: "."

"Bodhisattva, did you make a mistake?"

What the poor monk wants is not the bell, the poor monk also wants to save the hair.

The corner of the Bodhisattva's mouth twitched, "That red rope is the last one. The bell is made of the same material as the poor monk's mutton fat jade bottle. It was refined from the remaining materials."

"Amitabha, since the bodhisattva sincerely wants to send it away, the poor monk will be reluctant to do so, but he is disrespectful."

Tang Sanzan covered the bell on his wrist, as if he was afraid of being snatched away, but he still had to be unforgiving.

Bodhisattva: "It's nothing, the poor monk will go back to the South China Sea.

From now on, don't look for the poor monk if you have nothing to do, and don't look for me if you have anything to do. "

As he spoke, auspicious clouds rose from under the Bodhisattva's feet, and they flew into the sky with him supported.

Seeing the figure of Bodhisattva leaving, Tang Sanzan thought secretly.

It seems that I have really offended the Bodhisattva, and I am too narrow-minded. Didn't I just ask for such a little thing, and I am so merciful and merciful to save the suffering and suffering Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Cursing his lips, Tang Sanzan took out a stack of please talismans and patted them on his hand, shook his head and put them away helplessly, "Oh, these good things may be ruined."

"Pfft!"

Out of the corner of the eyes of the departing Guanyin Bodhisattva, he caught a glimpse of the movement of Tang Sanzan's hand, and he couldn't control it, and fell from the sky with a plop.

Afterwards, without waiting for Tang Sanzan to open his mouth, without even looking back at him, the traces of human figures smashed on the ground flew away in a hurry before they could be cleaned up in time.

Looking at the Bodhisattva who lost his composure, Tang Sanzan pursed his lips and snorted softly, "Oh, monk~"

"I walked through the south of the Yangtze River

The face waiting in the seasons is like the blooming and falling of a lotus

If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March do not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city

Just like the bluestone streets in the evening

The sound of footsteps is silent, and the spring of March is not revealed.
Your heart is a small casement closed tightly

My Dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake
I'm not a native, I'm a passer-by"

The sound of horseshoes ticking, and the tinkling of bells hanging on the wrist made a crisp and pleasant sound, which made people feel refreshed.

Riding on horseback, Tang Sanzan raised his hands and raised his head, looking at Sister Bailong who was coiled on his wrist and the Great Sage who was flying aside on the somersault cloud, his face couldn't help showing off a bit.

"How is it? How is the poor monk's poem?"

The Great Sage glanced at him, "Boring."

Sister Bailong's voice was crisp, and she shouted with an indelible smile, "Little monk, your poem is impeccable in terms of season, narration, and lyricism."

After a word of praise, without waiting for Tang Sanzan to say a few words of modesty, Sister Bailong's voice sounded again, "If it wasn't for Jiangnan's place-marking vocabulary, I almost believed that you made it on the spot. "

Tang Sanbu: "."

The great sage glanced at Tang Sanzan again, more or less in his eyes, if there was nothing, there was a bit of contempt.

At this time, nearly two months have passed since the Guanyin Temple was burned down.

The cold winter has passed, the grass grows and the warblers fly, it is a good time in March in Yangchun.

After brushing the copy of Black Bear Essence, the Great Sage's Nine-Turn Mysterious Art surpassed expectations and broke through to the fourth-turn True Wonderland, and he was able to easily soar through the clouds, and the Golden Cudgel was able to take off again in the hands of the Great Sage.

Because of this, both the white horse and the nine-ring tin stick returned to Tang Sanzan's hands two months ago.

Today's weather is sunny and cloudless, which is a good time for outing.

After being denied the proposal to stop rushing to a picnic and barbecue meeting, Tang Sanzan didn't feel disappointed, instead he was in a good mood and had the urge to recite a poem.

And then.
After thinking about it, thinking about it, Tang Sanzang came up with a blockbuster modern poem. He remembered that it seemed to be "Wrong" written by a guy named Zheng Yuchou.

Originally, he wanted to impress his apprentice and sister Bailong, but he didn't want to forget to change the place name, which directly exposed the truth of his plagiarism.

Of course, with Tang Sanzan's thick skin, he would not admit that he copied it.

What?You say this is copied?
Well, you call the original author to confront the poor monk.

What the hell, the poor monk is thousands of years earlier than him, don't you have any idea who copied it?
so.
"Ahem, Sister Bailong's gaze is as bright as a torch, and she can see that this poem was not created by the poor monk on the spot.

This poem was written by the poor monk when he first went down the Dead Man's Mountain in the spring of last year, and when he passed Jiangnan on his way to Chang'an, I took it out today to let Sister Bailong appreciate it. "

"Sorry~"

The white horse under the crotch seemed to be disgusted by Tang Sanzan's shameless spirit, and couldn't help but let out a groan.

Snapped!
"Call!"

"It will be called!"

"The poor monk made you scream!"

A slap on the horse's head seemed to be unsatisfactory, Tang Sanzan gave another slap backhand while training.

The white horse pouted in aggrieved manner, but didn't dare to bark again.

Thinking back to when the great sage rode on his crotch to have fun and mocked and bullied Tang Sanzan in various ways, it never thought that one day it would fall into Tang Sanzan's hands again.

Now, for the past two months, Tang Sanzan has dealt with it whenever he has nothing to do, and found all kinds of excuses to pat it on the head.

Huh?Who is Ge You?Why do I say Ge You?
The doubts in the white horse's heart flashed, but no one paid attention to its thoughts.

Being able to open up spiritual wisdom is considered its good fortune. I really want to have a place in this scripture learning team?
Seeing that the white horse succumbed to his lust, Tang Sanzan nodded in satisfaction, and continued to drive on the white horse.

All the way over the mountains and ridges, after a short time, the master and apprentice have already entered a plain.

"Where is spring, where is spring~"

Tang Sanzan rode forward humming faster and faster songs, and suddenly saw a big rock in front of him, and stopped his horse suddenly.

"Sorry~"

The white horse was suddenly reined in, and couldn't help but let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

This cry awakened the sleeping young man lying on the boulder. The young man opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the white horse that woke him up, Tang Sanbu on the white horse, and the great sage above Tang Sanbu.

"Youyoukai~"

Seeing the majestic appearance of the great sage, the young man rolled directly from the boulder to the ground, got up like hell and ran away.

One step, two steps, three steps.

After running, the young man retreated to the side of Tang Sanzan's white horse.

"Pfft!"

The young man's knees softened, and he knelt directly on the ground, "Grandpa Monster! Grandpa Monster, don't eat the small ones, the small ones are small and thin, there is no meat, and the bones are still sour. It's not good, it's not good. ah!
If you want to eat, I would like to recommend my master to you. My master is a wealthy family. The family has money and a high standard of living. He eats a round body and a lot of meat. "

Obviously he was running far away, but he found that every step he took was going backwards. The young man didn't know that he had fallen into the hands of the monster, so he sold his master without hesitation.

Listening to the words of the young man begging for mercy, inexplicably, Tang Sanzan sounded 13 years ago, when he was a young monk.

At that time, he also met a monster, which seemed to be a cute little fox.

At that time, I played with the little fox for a day, and I was very happy. But when we were parting, the little fox suddenly spoke.

At that time, I thought that the little fox was going to eat me, so I sold my master without hesitation in order to survive.
After I went back that time, I slept on my stomach for three whole months.

Thinking of the beautiful childhood, Tang Sanzan couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, your name is Gao Cai, right?"

Hearing Tang Sanzan speak out about his own life, Gao Cai was even more flustered, he even knew his own name, it was clear that he was targeting him.

Just in Gao Cai's heart to add drama to himself, he already thought that before he had time to bid farewell to the tomb of his eighteen generations of ancestors, Tang Sanzan looked at Gao Cai with a look of relief .

"Great talent, the poor monk is very optimistic about you. Your shameless appearance is quite the demeanor of the poor monk back then."

Gao Cai: "." Nani?
"You don't want to eat me?"

Seeing that Tang Sanzan really didn't seem to have the intention to eat him, Gao Cai couldn't help raising his head and asked timidly.

Tang Sanzan grinned at Gao Cai, showing his white teeth, "Amitabha, it's been a long time since poor monks stopped eating people!"

"Ah~"

Not only was he too timid, but Tang Sanzan was too much like a bad guy. Seeing Tang Sanzan's grim look, and listening to Tang Sanzan's words in a gloomy tone.

Gao Cai, who had ups and downs and ups and downs, rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Forehead"

Tang Sanzan looked at Gao Cai who had fainted, and at the Great Sage floating in the sky, couldn't help curling his lips.

"Could it be that the poor monk really looks like a bad guy so much?"

Shaking his head and denying this guess, Tang Sanzang could only attribute the problem to the fact that Gao Cai came from a small place and had never seen the world.

With peace of mind, Gao Cai made an excuse for himself being frightened and fainted, and Tang Sanzun patted the white horse on the head.

Bai Ma understood, lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lick Gao Cai's face.

Gao Cai's eyelids trembled, but he didn't open them. Tang Sanzun motioned, and the white horse licked him again.

Still not moving, I licked again.

Still not moving, Tang Sanzan said, "Xiaobai, this guy looks delicious, I'll give you a toothpaste."

"Sorry~"

The white horse let out a cry of joy or contempt, but to Gao Cai's ears, it was definitely a thank you.

Immediately, Gao Cai, who woke up when he was licked for the second time, didn't pretend to be dizzy, turned over and knelt down on the ground again with a plop.

"Grandpa monster! Grandpa monster, don't eat the small ones. There is an eight-year-old mother on the small one, and a 70-year-old child waiting to be fed."

"Okay, stop acting, didn't the young lady of your senior family get snatched away by monsters?
Take the poor monk to Gaolaozhuang. "

(End of this chapter)