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There was a moment of silence in Bujin Temple.

Then the mountain gate opened.

A monk with a height of one foot, a waist circumference of nine feet, and a body as muscular as cast iron came out of it.

"Dongtu? Where is that? But I'm a visitor from afar. The poor monk is the abbot of Bujin Temple, Damo."

"Master Xuanzang, please come in."

Master and apprentice Xuanzang looked at the monk in front of him who was bigger than ordinary monsters with surprise.

fog grass.

Is this really mortal?

Sun Wukong looked at it with his golden pupils.

Really mortal.

I don't know what's going on.

This mortal has practiced.

Even though he has only reached the Golden Core Realm, he is not even eligible to join the army in the current Eastern Land.

But put it among Western mortals.

That is the master of masters.

Xuanzang blinked.

Follow the big man's host into the temple.

Then see.

Those monks who came up.

All of them have been cultivated.

Although they are not as tall as the host, they are quite tall among Westerners.

The realm is in the foundation realm.

In the West, it can be regarded as a master.

And what's more interesting.

These monks who have practiced are full of peaceful atmosphere.

There is no karma in him.

On the contrary, there is a lot of will power.

To put it bluntly.

These are real monks.

They practice, they are strong, but they do good, not evil.

It sounds simple enough.

But in the chaotic West, this is too rare.

To know.

Although the abbot of Ciyun Temple in Jinping Prefecture is also a good person.

But there is also karma.

Sun Wukong looked at each other and showed interest at the same time.

This is quite interesting.

Chapter 583

Under the leadership of Damo.

Xuanzang and his disciples came to the guest room.

Dalmore presided over a very warm reception.

Although the host Da Mo was as strong as a monster, he was taller than Zhu Zizhen standing there.

When he grinned, it was as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

But the gentle aura all over his body is the most prosperous among all the monks.

"Several mages have come from afar, they must have worked hard."

"Poor monk, there is nothing good to entertain you in Bujin Temple."

"But there are self-grown camellias, please taste them."

Xuanzang looked at Dharma presiding over him and smiled slightly.

"The host's body is really strong."

The host Damo laughed.

Although his demeanor is gentle, he doesn't look like a monk.

"Master Xuanzang is making a joke. Three years ago, the poor monk was just a rough man who practiced martial arts."

"Five years ago, the poor monk was seriously injured and dying. It was Master Daguang who presided over the rescue of the poor monk."

"The poor monk later followed Master Daguang and became a monk."

"Three years ago, the host Daguang passed away unexpectedly, and the poor monk was elected as the host by everyone!"

Xuanzang raised his eyebrows.

"Did the old host pass away? I don't know what happened?"

"Is it because of the demons?"

From the memories Wu Shen gave him, Xuanzang probably knew what would happen in Tianzhu City.

But based on past experience, Xuanzang is also very clear.

The memories Wu Shen gave him can only be used as a reference.

The reality is different.

But this Bujin Temple is so unique in the big environment of the West, if you say it doesn't recruit monsters at all.

That was really unbelievable.

Damo shook his head.

"Master Xuanzang was joking."

"Bujin Temple told Tianzhu City that there are Buddhas and Bodhisattvas sitting in the city."

"Where will there be monsters approaching here?"

Xuanzang saw that there was something hidden in Dharma's words, but he didn't reveal it.

Just nod.

"It's the poor monk who is being rude."

"It seems that the old abbot is gone, maybe it's a disease."

Damo shook his head again.

"Actually, it was one night three years ago when a strong wind suddenly blew."

"After the strong wind, there was an extra girl inexplicably at the gate of the temple."

"Master and the poor monk went to the mountain gate to check."

"It was too dark at that time, and Master was startled when he saw a disheveled girl."

"All of a sudden, it rolled down the stone ladder from the mountain gate."

"At that time, I hit my brain and died after only raising him for more than a month."

For a while, the room was extremely quiet.

Xuanzang twitched the corner of his mouth.

Monkey King looked at each other in blank dismay.

fog grass.

This kind of accident in the calm, the explosion in the accident, the funny in the explosion.

There are really too many slots.

Why can't you feel like you can't find an entry point for a while?

Xuanzang blinked.

"The host means."

"The old host actually slipped and hurt himself?"

Damo nodded and spoke with a bit of bitterness.

"Bujin Temple has always been poor. We really don't have enough money to go to Tianzhu City to invite a doctor to treat Master."

"Although the girl wants to sell her gold and silver jewelry."

"But Master doesn't allow it, so I can only accept it in the end."

Xuanzang twitched the corner of his mouth.

"So, the benefactor has already left?"

Damo shook his head.

"No, the girl said that she is the princess of Tianzhu Kingdom. When she was admiring the flowers, she was blown by a strong wind."

"The poor monk originally blamed her for killing Master."

"But first, Master told the poor monk not to blame the girl."

"Secondly, that girl is actually a victim too."

"Later, the poor monk went to Tianzhu City himself, and happened to see the princess going out to the city. She was exactly the same as the girl who came to the temple."

"The poor monk knew that this matter was very strange, so he ordered the monks in the temple to keep silent."

"And that girl has lived in the temple like this for more than three years."

"In order to deceive others, the poor monk gave her the Dharma name Huiyu and asked her to wear a monk's robe."

Sun Wukong twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Master Damo, why did you tell us everything when you saw us?"

The host Damo's eyes widened suddenly, and he slapped his thigh.

"Oh, this can't be said casually. The poor monk hit it off with a few mages and forgot about it."

"Masters, I haven't said whether you can be poor monks!"

This time even Xuanzang showed a helpless expression.

How did this great monk survive in the cannibalistic environment of the West for so many years?

at this time.

Suddenly there was a rather rising voice.

"Host, host, you taught me the stick technique, I have already learned it."

when the sound sounds.

The person who spoke was still quite far away.

But when the voice fell.

The door of the guest room had already slammed and was roughly pushed open.

A girl in a monk's robe, but with long black hair, pushed the door open with the momentum of almost kicking it.