Coquettish slut dead poor monk

Generally, those who oppose the protagonist will not end well.

This is not only reflected in various films and novels, but also verified by real history!

Of course, later generations know that the winner is the protagonist.

Far away, in fact, the poor monk just wants to say that when people are alive, they should offend others less, especially people like the poor monk who are very small-minded, and by the way, they are full of justice.

That night, Wukong was a little sleepless because of my tossing and turning.

I also suffered from insomnia, because I couldn't get the hoop from my apprentice, and I was very tired.Although the hoop will not increase the equipment points by a little bit, it is my only skill anyway. With him, no matter how far Wukong goes, I will come back after just a single thought.

how good?

So Wukong took me to rob the group of robbers.When we arrived, those five big and three thick men were lying on the wooden bed in a mess in their trousers.

That scene, I have to say, made the heart of the poor monk, a straight man, so hot!Among them, there are loud voices, which are simply mocking the poor monk.

Tell me, the poor monk lost sleep in the middle of the night because of these robbers, but the instigator was still sleeping so soundly!

The robbers were tied up by Wukong, and some of them woke up with a start, one by one screaming loudly, making Wukong look like that pervert.Maybe because Wukong didn't sleep well, his temper was not very good, so he silenced everyone.

The poor monk sat on the only bed in the room, waiting for Wukong to finish.After all, Wukong, who has a force value of max, doesn't need the help of a weakling like a poor monk.

Those robbers looked more or less resentfully, probably telling the poor monk that if there is an afterlife, he must give the poor monk to OOXXXXOO... and other harmonious words.

But the poor monk naturally couldn't do what they wished, thinking that God has the virtue of good life, and now if he wants to plant the cause, he must repay the fruit.So the poor monk decided to convert them first.

"Tell me, our Tang Dynasty is now in a prosperous and prosperous age. Why do you want to be robbers? Don't you know that the poor monk is Tang Sanzang who went to the west to learn scriptures from the Tang Dynasty in the east? The poor monk worships the brothers. Your Majesty today! You are lucky to have kicked the iron plate now. You deserve it right now if it falls into the hands of the poor monk’s disciple. The poor monk’s disciple is not good at anything, but hates evil like hatred. You will be good today and get your lunch, and you will be good in your next life. Be a human being. If you commit too much evil and become a beast... then it will be your fate—”

"Master, can we do it?" Wukong interrupted me.

It was only then that the poor monk remembered that the poor monk was no longer the superstar standing under the spotlight waiting for the award presenter to present the award to the poor monk, and by the way, say some touching words.

Sure enough, the poor monk still needs to establish the dignity of being a teacher in Wukong's heart. Now even the apprentice dares to interrupt the teacher's words at will!simply!

The poor monk pointed his nostrils at Wukong, and the poor monk thought, from such an angle, Wukong would definitely not see the double chin of the poor monk.

The poor monk asked coldly: "How do you want to do it?"

"The apprentice only has this stick, and they won't be able to die with one stick!" Wukong took out the golden cudgel, looking at his teacher's heart itching.

In fact, in the poor monk's heart, there is also a dream of a hero, anyway, it's not the kind that just sits here and doesn't feel too busy.But in this life, the poor monk can't hold the stick anymore.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is a monk." After speaking, the poor monk stood up and rubbed the pair of cloth shoes that were prickly under his feet, "Apprentice, you...be gentle."

"The disciple understands."

"Well, go out and wait for you as a teacher."

The poor monk couldn't wait to go out, then walked a little farther, took off his shoes, and the small stones fell out.

Alas, this is the tragedy of short heels, and things get in after a few steps.

Hearing a few screams from inside, the poor monk can finally catch up with the plot.

The poor monk opened the door and pretended to see such a tragedy after walking for a few minutes: "What are you doing?!"

"Master, I've fixed it." Wukong yawned and was about to call it a day and go back to sleep.

The poor monk said 'Amitabha Buddha', and said sadly: "You actually killed behind my back!"

"Master, you don't watch me kill yourself..." Wukong guessed that he didn't understand what I meant.

"You still dare to speak nonsense!"

Wukong stopped talking, and the way he looked at me changed suddenly.

I guess I'm mentally ill.

Didn't you agree to act in a play today?Why is Wukong so uncooperative!

The poor monk's heart sank: "I'm going to report to Sister Guanyin! You wait here for me!"

"Master!"

"Don't call me Master!"

Wukong's eyes immediately changed, with some doubts, and some worried questions: "Can you do it by yourself? I'll carry you to the South China Sea?"

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The author has something to say: Thank you for the cute comment, I will post another chapter~