[Journey to the West] So I am Monk Tang

It was fun to flip the table for a while, but afterwards... I don't seem to regret it much.

As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you will pervert in silence.I endured and endured, in order not to pervert, I had no choice but to explode.result--

god!clear!gas!Cool!

The grievance that had been brewing since he came out of Chang'an, and became more and more unbearable later, erupted to the fullest at this moment, like the morning dew in the sun, disappearing silently.

After feeling refreshed, my sanity returned.

I am really disgusted with the behavior of those gods and Buddhas, and my heart of wanting to quit is also sincere.But at the same time, my desire to return to modern times is even more urgent. Even though almost all the stores in the streets and alleys there keep scrolling the socialist core values ​​as long as they are open, I can still remember a few words such as prosperity, democracy, the rule of law and harmony. Yes, I didn’t feel anything special when I memorized it by rote, but now I really want to imprint this on the heads of everyone, especially those gods and Buddhas who think they are overlooking all living beings.

If they remembered, how much suffering would there be in this world?

Well, I also know that this is unrealistic, I just want to flirt in my heart and have a good time.

The most important question right now is how to get back the bit of true spirit left in Lingshan. This is one of my life gates, but it is in the hands of hostile forces—yes, Xitian Lingshan has been blackmailed by me ——It's very tricky, even though I always think that Jin Chanzi and I are two different existences, I can't deny that our souls are the same in essence, and that bit of true spirit can also be useful to me.

Because of incomplete memory, I don’t know what impact it will have on me other than not being able to go back to modern times to complete the whole set of golden cicada shelling Dafa, but based on my experience of reading so many Dianjia novels, my brain will only be big and not small .

What if someone with such great ability controls me through that little bit of true spirit and becomes an alternative version of an electronic dog chain? What if they turn me into a puppet?

Anyway, I am a thousand to ten thousand worried.

But I just let it out when I broke up, and I don't plan to regret it for the time being...

I don't know how feasible it is to sneak into Lingshan.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a group of stalkers in the sky. If they were competent enough, they should have reported what happened to their boss. I don’t know what that group of obsessive-compulsive disorder would think, but I would like to know what they would do. Let me keep going.

My mind is full of random thoughts, I don't know how to explain Guanyin's return after returning, and I don't know what will happen to the goldfish elf sense... After the anger that was directed at the top of my head before dissipated, I found that I didn't necessarily want him to die , although this is the happiest punishment, but if you can keep one side safe alive, and the accumulated merits can make up for those virgins who were eaten by him, and the family members who are heartbroken or even extinct because of the death of their children indirectly, I am happy. Nor is it unacceptable.

It's a pity that Guanyin didn't even want to make a show of it. If he had only pretended at that time, the passion that made me explode would not necessarily be ignited.

Although I understand that without this time, there will definitely be a next time, and sooner or later I will explode once.

But things have come to this point, it is useless to think too much, how to develop next depends on whose needs are more urgent.

I re-examined my performance, and felt that there was no problem for a monk who devoted himself to the Buddha and was very devout.Of course I am also in a hurry to go to Xitian, but the other party may not know that I am anxious. My current persona is a monk whose ideals have been scattered and troubled by demons. Even if I behave a little bit out of line, the other party should not doubt me .As long as I don't become a puppet, the worst possibility is that I die. Of course I don't want to die if I can live, but if I die...

Hey, once you drink Mengpo soup, even if your soul remains the same, the existence of 'I' will disappear, I don't care about it later.

Rogue spirit is very necessary, at least for now, except for that bit of true spirit, I seem to have nothing else to ask for.And even for that little bit of true spirit, I don't have the will to win it.

wrong!

I patted my head, I couldn't control this inadvertent negative thought, which was not my original intention.

This is very bad, I have to find something to do, it’s okay to be negative for a while, if I can’t adjust, continue to mourn, there is no psychiatrist in this place.

It's been a month since Avalokitesvara took away the spirit of the goldfish, and nothing happened, but a house was built.

That's where I plan to live in the future.

That day I laid out all my luggage and showed my determination to divide the luggage and break up the group with practical actions. I didn't expect that no one would buy it, and even Zhu Bajie, who was always shouting about the breakup, didn't leave happily with his things.They looked at me one by one, well, it was like watching a ticking time bomb, for fear that if I couldn't figure it out, it would explode again.

Really, how could I be so fragile.

"Wukong." I began to roll the roll, "In the past, you promised to escort me to the Western Paradise to learn scriptures, in order to reshape the reincarnation of Huaguo Mountain, but now I can only miss the appointment..."

"Is Lao Sun such a disloyal person? If it is spread that I am the Monkey King, will I be laughed out of my teeth?" Brother Monkey said violently, "Old Sun knows the reincarnation of Huaguo Mountain well. And I didn't answer directly, if it really doesn't work, Lao Sun will go to the underworld again, pinch Hades by the neck and ask him to rewrite the book of life and death!"

"Wu Feng." I remember that Wu Feng was sincerely devoted to the Buddha, and he worshiped me as his teacher because I was going to the Western Paradise to seek the scriptures.

"Master, you are my master." After Wu Feng finished speaking, he stood aside and leaned on his black-tasseled spear, as if anyone who dared to refute him would shoot him.

"Bajie..." Before I could say anything, I was interrupted by Zhu Bajie.

"Master, we've been away for more than ten years, and Cuilan should have married a long time ago. Maybe the children are all running around. Do you think I can go back and watch the pricking heart?" Zhu Bajie said dejectedly.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, but Zhu Bajie shivered immediately.

"Wuqing." I looked at Wuqing, who was fooled by me, and now I let go halfway, I really feel sorry for him.

"Master, I'm following you." Wu Qing blinked, "I don't want to be watched by Bodhisattva Lingji anymore."

I finally looked at Monk Sha.

"Master." Monk Sha's voice was a little hoarse, "Your Buddhism is also very good."

In the end, we all stayed in Chenjiazhuang, and now the house has been built.

The most active one was Zhu Bajie. He carried his nine-toothed rake on his shoulders, not to mention Doriso. Although the others were strong, they were not skilled enough and had no experience at all.Brother Hou was left largely behind, and he was very unconvinced, "It seems that you are not a son-in-law for nothing."

Zhu Bajie was triumphant, "Otherwise, why do you think my father-in-law betrothed Cuilan to me? I am a good hand in life, without me, do you think Gao Laozhuang can be so prosperous?"

I don't know if Zhu Bajie is bragging, but after two months, Zhu Bajie's business has become prosperous, and we have changed from abject poverty to a well-off society.

The author has something to say: The monk... is handsome for only three seconds!