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Chapter 372
Take a knife.

This sentence was already the second time Tang Sanzan said it.

However, although there is no difference in a word between the second time and the first time, the meaning in the words is very different.

From Tang San Zan's tone, the Great Sage understood what Tang San Zan was trying to express.

After thinking for a while, he pulled out a life-saving hair and blew at it, and handed a two-meter-long machete to Tang Sanzan.

Tang Sanzun took the knife, looked at the bewildered Drifting Monks in front of him, his tone was cold.

"My broadsword is 200 meters long, and I will give you a chance to run 190-[-] meters first."

With a wave of his hand, the two-meter-long broadsword multiplied a hundred times in an instant. Holding the giant knife, Tang Sanzan looked so insignificant.

"My master?"

Drifting, who still doesn't know why, looked at Tang Sanzan and swung his knife at the first word of disagreement. It was still such a terrifying 200-meter sword. He was completely fascinated. He didn't understand what was going on. As if you want to tenderize yourself?
Tang Sanzun lowered his head.

"The poor monk is buried in the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty is buried in the sky, the common people are buried in the ground, and the Tang Dynasty is buried in the ground, and the Tang Dynasty can live forever by eating the meat of the poor monk.

Jin Chanzi was reincarnated, Tang Sanbu of the tenth reincarnation.

The world knows that poor monks have reincarnated for ten lives and practiced for ten lives.

But I don’t know that the poor monk has gone through this path of learning scriptures nine times, and nine times he broke down on the way.”

Tang Sanzan didn't continue to talk, but whether it was the second senior brother of the Great Sage, or Sha Wujing who thought it was absurd, they already understood what Tang Sanzan meant.

In the reincarnation of ten lives, I have gone through nine times, and nine times I have turned on the way.

Look at the nine skulls hanging around Drifting's neck. If you can't think of anything, then it's really the second brother's reincarnation, and I forgot to bring my brain.

"My master wants to beat and punish, just do it."

Knowing that he completely offended the chairman when he first joined the company, or the kind of lifelong hatred, Drifting has given up hope for his future.

Originally, in this quicksand river, piercing the heart with seven swords every day is already worse than death.

Learning from the Western Paradise is also not qualified to resist and do it as a last resort.

Now if Tang Sanzan wants to be liquidated, it seems like a relief to be able to die in the hands of Tang Sanzan.

At least, you don't have to become someone else's pawn, and you don't have the slightest qualification to control your own destiny.

Seeing Drifting being such a bachelor, Tang San did not show any emotion on his face, he gave Drifting a cold look, and with a flick of his right hand, the 200-meter broadsword in his hand became a normal size.

Seeing that Tang Sanzan withdrew the supernatural power of Fatianxiangdi that blessed the sword, the second senior brother just praised in his heart that his master is so broad-minded.

The next moment, I saw two cold lights flashing past.

brush!
The knife fell, and it was cut directly from the Drifting Monk's left shoulder to the right abdomen, and the bloody gash was split open, revealing a bright red beating heart.

The second knife light followed closely behind, and as the white light passed, a heart had been removed from the chest cavity and fell to the ground, still beating thumpingly.

Tang Sanzan volleyed the painting with his left hand, and when Gan Ling fell, the half-meter-long opening on Drifting Monk's chest closed again the moment Gan Lin fell, only missing a hot and beating heart.

Seeing his heart being cut off, Drifting didn't feel the slightest pain.

After being treated this way, he logically should hate it, at least he should have resentment and anger.

As a human being, there are seven emotions and six desires. Under the seven emotions, even if you know that you are wrong, even if you know that you deserve it, but if you really watch others dig out your heart, you will inevitably have resentment and hatred.

However, he clearly felt that he should hate, resent, and get angry, but looking at his still beating heart on the ground, Drifting found that there was no hatred in his heart.

Yes.

If my own heart is gone, how can there be any hatred and resentment?
His eyes didn't stop at the beating bright red heart, Tang Sanzan swung down the long knife again and again.

When the knife fell, Drifting Monk's skull was split in two, and when the white light passed through, all the meridians and blood vessels connected to the brain were disconnected, and the entire brain was taken out of the skull intact.

Watching Tang Sanzan wave his hand, the beating heart and brain disappeared, Drifting raised his head, looking at Tang Sanzan with a bit of confusion in his eyes.

"Master, are you not going to kill me?"

Tang Sanzan helped Drifting recover from the injury on his head, Drifting knelt on the ground with a cute expression on his face.

"Going ninety thousand miles to the west, I will repay the karma you owe."

The ice and snow on Tang San's funeral face melted away, and the big knife in his hand turned into fine hair again and fell on the top of the Great Sage's head.

"Oh!"

Drifting nodded, feeling that something was different about him, but he couldn't tell exactly what changed about him.

just
No thinking, no sadness, no joy, no resentment, no hatred, it's very strange, and I don't feel that I am a little bit strange.

Tang San put away the knife, raised his hand and patted Drifting on the head, indicating that he can get up.

Just as Tang San buried his hand back, he heard a shout in the sky from afar.

"Holy monk! The holy monk is merciful!"

When the voice came, Tang Sanzan had withdrawn his hand, and Drifting had already stood up.

The four masters and apprentices looked up to the sky together, and saw Mu Zha standing above the clouds, looking at his master and apprentice with embarrassment.

"It turned out to be the walker of Hui'an under the Guanyin seat. I don't know what the walker has to do with the poor monk?"

Tang Sanzan looked at Mu Zha and asked leisurely.

For some reason, Tang Sanzan's tone was obviously not the slightest bit cold, but Mu Zha had the illusion of falling into an ice cave, and couldn't help shivering.

Mmp, this monk seems harmless to humans and animals, but he knows how cruel this monk is.

Before coming from the South China Sea, he had just received the news that Zen Master Wuchao of Futu Mountain, the Tathagata of Buddhism, disappeared after these monks passed by Futu Mountain once, and evaporated from the Three Realms.

God knows what they did to the old Zen master.

Now the entire Buddhist sect is still discussing this matter, and many bodhisattvas and arhats are looking for clues to the Zen master.

Although no one believed that Tang Sanzhu, the master and his disciples, could injure Zen Master Wuchao, let alone that they had the ability to evaporate Zen Master Wuchao, leaving no bones left.

However, if it is really determined that Tang Sanzan and others have any direct relationship with the disappearance of Da Ri Tathagata according to the Buddha's decree issued by the Buddha himself, after learning the scriptures, he must ask the unforgivable sin.

What?Why not ask the guilt now?

Hehe, you are stupid or the Buddha is stupid, now ask the sin, who will learn from it?

Is it important for Buddhism to prosper after learning the scriptures, or is it important for the great day Tathagata who is inserted by a monster who doesn't care about things?
Facing Tang Sanzan's gaze, Mu Zha felt chills in his heart, and he didn't want to lose his name as Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

With a smile on his face, he pointed to Sha Wujing on the ground.

"This quicksand essence is called Sha Wujing, and it is a disciple that the Bodhisattva accepted in advance for the holy monk, protecting you, the holy monk, from the west to learn scriptures.

The Bodhisattva was afraid that Sha Wujing would not know the identity of the holy monk and would offend the holy monk and his disciples, so he specially sent a young monk to explain it, so as not to hurt his friendship. "

Tang Sanzan curled his lips, hurting the peace?

Hehe, he doesn't believe that the little girl Guanyin and that dead shemale don't know that Sha Wujing fed him his previous nine lives.

Although my master said that I have been cut off from the karma of reincarnation in my previous life.

In name, he is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, but in fact he is himself. There is no past life, no afterlife, and there is only Tang Sanzhu today.

But I can't help but feel sick.

He felt that Guanyin, the big guy in women's clothing, must have done it on purpose, definitely on purpose.

No way, there might be some bad ideas from Tathagata, that old bastard, that hairless old bald donkey.

Thinking in his heart, Tang Sanzan curled his lips again, "Are you here to explain the misunderstanding?"

Mu Zha nodded, and was about to speak when Tang Sanzan took the first step.

"You are late, you have already misunderstood."

Mu Zha: "."

The misunderstanding is over, what do you mean?
Is this so human? ,

If there is no misunderstanding, what is he going to explain?It is precisely because the misunderstanding has arisen that I am here to explain it to you.

Complaining in his heart, just as Mu Zha was about to speak, Tang Sanzan took another step ahead, "Now this Sha Wujing has offended the poor monk to death, and there is no way to resolve it."

Mu Zha: "." What the hell is this monk? Is there anyone who doesn't give face to Guanyin's messenger?
Why are you talking so disgustingly?Could it be that some disgusting talent has been awakened?
Cursing his mother in his heart, Mu Zha still had a kind smile on his face.

"Holy Monk, we are traveling ninety thousand miles to the west, and there are many monsters and monsters on the road. Even though we are protected by two disciples, the Monkey King and Marshal Tianpeng, there will inevitably be negligence.

Therefore, if the holy monk wants to successfully obtain the scriptures."

"I don't want to succeed in obtaining the scriptures."

Mu Zha: "."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Sanzan again. Looking at the monk in front of him who made him unable to see through, Mu Zha suddenly felt that he and the monk in front of him were not in the same weight class at all.

At this moment, he had a strong urge to turn around and leave without caring about anything.

then
Just when Mu Zha thought he didn't care about anything, Tang San buried his hands, and a piece of golden talisman paper appeared in his hand.

Snapped!
With a snap of his fingers, a ball of flame spread onto the golden talisman paper.

boom!
The golden talisman paper burned, but it did not turn into ashes, but turned into a little bit of energy and dissipated between the sky and the earth.

South China Sea, Luojia Mountain.

Guanyin Bodhisattva, who was feeding the goldfish, changed his complexion, and involuntarily put on a women's coat and flew away from Luojia Mountain.

A few breaths later, by the Quicksand River.

Guanyin looked at Mu Zha, Mu Zha looked at Guan Yin, and the two stared at each other.

The moment the four eyes meet, they seem to understand the other person's thoughts.

This damned monk, can we kill him.

"So why are you willing to cross the Quicksand River?"

Guanyin almost squeezed out these few words from between his teeth.

Tang Sanzan sat on the stone and looked up at Guanyin, "The poor monk is afraid of water, and the Liusha River is eight hundred miles wide, and the poor monk cannot cross it."

Guanyin took the gourd from Mu Zha, "This gourd is a treasure, it can grow bigger and carry you across the river."

Tang Sanzun rolled his eyes, "The poor monk has a mortal body, it's not safe to sit on the gourd for fear of falling."

"Then what do you want!"

Avalokitesvara's voice already had the feeling of gritted teeth, he knew that Tang Sanzan was revenge, naked revenge, and his sincerity was disgusting.

However, facing Tang Sanzan who is playing tricks, he has no other way.

Now they are the ones who beg others to learn scriptures, and are eaten to death by others.

Hearing Guanyin say such words, Tang Sanzun laughed.

The corners of his mouth curled into a bright smile.

"The poor monk. We need a god Buddha with great powers to carry the poor monk across the river."

(End of this chapter)