Three Burials of the Tang Dynasty with Bronze Head and Iron Arm[Comprehensive English and American]

In a parallel world of Journey to the West, Tang San, a violent monk, buried a bowl of strong wine and bid farewell to his good brother Tang Taizong with tears in his eyes. Leading the three ineffective disciples of the Holy Mother of Weeping Bags to kill all the way to the west, stepping on the bones of countless goblins.

On the twelfth-grade golden lotus platform sat the Buddha Tathagata, who looked at the once gentle and elegant disciple with a headache: "Jin Chanzi, you still can't become a Buddha."

"81 is over, why can't Sajia become a Buddha!"

The third burial only thought that the old monk's words didn't count, so he immediately frowned in anger, and the nine-ringed tin rod slammed five cracks directly on the blue brick of the treasure hall: "Amitabha, if you don't give the Sajia an explanation today, the Sajia will die." Go back to vulgarity!"

The pink-faced, red-lipped, fat boy Bajie grabbed the corner of his master's clothes, and hummed confidently: "Yes! Go back to vulgarity! The king of the daughter's country can't bear to part with master, and I think the master also doesn't want to part with her, just in time to go back and be happy mandarin ducks !"

The complexion of the third burial mage changed, and he quickly grabbed the little apprentice and said in private: "Bajie, keep silent, the master has immortal bones and can live forever, so it's fine if you don't become a Buddha. Your teacher's wife is still a mortal, and the master needs to plan carefully. After the master has mastered a layer of heaven, he will connect her up to share the joy of the reunion of husband and wife, and now let me take a step back and try it out."

Bajie's doll immediately showed star eyes of admiration, "Wow" exclaimed: "So that's how it is, Master is a great talent!"

But the Buddha, who watched Wen Qing's disciple go down to earth and turned into a monk Hua, had a headache even more, and said bitterly: "I have said it eight hundred times, and you have to call yourself a poor monk!"

The third funeral looked perfunctory, quite disapproving in his heart, "Amitabha, the poor monk knows, knows."

It turns out that since the three burials have reached the Buddha's land, all the reincarnation memories of the past nine generations will naturally be unsealed. As the most beloved disciple of the Buddha, this place of golden cicada's reincarnation is naturally different from ordinary people. Other small worlds exchanged for experience in the world of mortals, and the mentor of the third burial in the previous life was Monk Hua Lu Zhishen, just a word of sajia...

The Buddha watched with tears in his eyes the future successors of the Western Paradise that he had trained for thousands of years. He really didn't want to remind himself of how many dragons had been tattooed on his chest muscles and how many girls he had picked up on the road.

The Buddha spoke earnestly, and sent a voice from thousands of miles away: "Disciple, I think you should also know that this journey to the west is said to be 81 difficult, but in fact it is just a matter of saving face. The position of the next Buddha has actually been determined by you."

The second generation and third burial official didn't feel that Xitian was corrupt at all, he just frowned and replied, "That's right, did this matter change?"

The Buddha smiled appreciatively, and said: "Yes, it is well known in the world that our Buddhist school pays attention to the salvation of all living beings, but the ones you traveled westward for salvation are either fairy pets or infatuated women from the daughter country, so there are always some troublemakers from the Sanqing Taoist school next door, saying that the golden cicada Zi Jiushi is a human being who traveled to the east, so the merits and virtues of such a deviation are not enough, so I thought of a way for the teacher, send you to the small western world to do the next nine merits and virtues, so that the balance between things and things is the right way, and it can also stop those bull-nosed mouths! "

The third burial pondered for a while in the memory of the small worlds of the ninth world, and said in surprise: "Going to the nine small western worlds one after another, and taking the merits of their beliefs, wouldn't this be fast travel?"

The Buddha clapped his palms and sighed: "As expected of my apprentice Jin Chanzi, the experience of the nine generations really made you see your mind and see your nature-don't say any more, just go! When your merits and virtues are perfect, I will also take your mortal beauty to the next level!" How about my wife taking me to see as a teacher?"

Suddenly a phantom of a woman appeared in the mind of the third burial, with a beautiful face on the temples and golden steps, and tears in the eyes of the phoenix, but also full of power. Coax home."

"Jin Chanzi, Jin Chanzi, the reincarnation of the ninth life is not fleeting, but you still said that you want to practice joy meditation for the lord, how can you be so inflexible in your thinking."

The Buddha sat upright, and the treasure minister said solemnly: "If the Buddha land is not left, I will go to the heaven to seal an official position in the immortal family. It just so happens that they recently reformed and intend to marry me in the West."

The third burial was overjoyed immediately, and a mortal heart fell into his belly. Then he bowed three times to bid farewell to the Tathagata, put on the nine-ringed tin rod, lifted the cassock, and jumped out of the small world without even a disciple.

The Buddha lowered his head and glanced. The three disciples and a white horse hugged each other and trembled. He knew that these three people had different thoughts. Although they had supernatural powers, they were useless. Think about it.

So the Buddha thought for a while, and asked his highnesses: "Who would like to go to the mortal world to accompany the golden cicada for a while?"

"I'll go, I'll go, Buddha, I will accompany the master to go down to earth!"

Seeing the three funerals leave, Ba Jie complained a lot in his heart. Firstly, he was reluctant to give up his master. Second, he had participated in good fortune and achieved positive results. If he returned to work in the heavenly court, what should he do if he was teased by Chang'e as a girl? , Hearing the words of the Tathagata again at this moment, I couldn't help being overjoyed and bowing again and again.

However, seeing Bajie behave like this, the little boy in the seat raised his eyebrows and scoffed: "Bah, you idiot, you know how to flatter!"

The Buddha looked down and saw the little boy named Wukong with red hair and golden pupils, thin body, handsome and cute, but at the moment he saw that stupid monk jumping down to earth for a woman, he didn't even look at his three disciples With a glance, he suddenly revealed a ferocious and demonic appearance, and his whole appearance changed, revealing an evil and awe-inspiring handsome man's face.

He waved his hand to attract a cloud of somersaults, and said angrily: "I won't go, since there is no monk guarding me, I still want to practice some kind of Bird Buddha, so I'm going back to Huaguo Mountain."

Bajie glanced at him, and saw that the monkey was yelling and cursing happily, but the man didn't leave, so he knew what he was up to.

And the Wujing little boy at the end of the seat, with a human body and a fish tail, is nestling in a puddle of water at this moment, hugging the luggage of the four master and apprentice tightly, and said in a childlike voice, "Wujing is good, show the luggage to the master."

That being said, in fact, the tail of the fish has already turned into a third-speed electric fan irritably. If he was in the Liusha River at this moment, he would have set off a storm.

Bajie thought: You two are arrogant, this time you can monopolize the master this time, the ghost will pass the steps for you group of job grabbers!

However, Jin Chanzi is the Tathagata's beloved disciple, and he is afraid of being melted when he holds it in his hand. In the Tathagata's eyes, the behavior of Wukong and Wujing shows that these two disciples are so ignorant, even though he knows the two People's awkward temperament, but he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and couldn't help changing his face.

"Jin Chanzi is in trouble, how can you just stand by and watch!"

The Buddha was furious, and his voice was stern: "Jin Chanzi still has nine reincarnations. You and the three brothers will take turns to accompany you. If there are those who don't work hard, I will clean up the door myself, and you don't have to wait to worship under him again." Already!"

Wujing was a bit afraid of the Buddha, and he had a deep love for the three funeral masters and disciples. When he heard this, he immediately stopped caring about his own face and nodded repeatedly: "Wujing knows..."

What a good mermaid, almost turned white belly.

But the Monkey King snorted noncommittally.

Bajie sighed, knowing that the two senior brothers had won the steps and agreed to go down, but it was pitiful for him to be caught between the two fellow disciples again, and began to be jealous of the master...

The three-foot boy beckoned tiredly, turned the dragon girl who was forced to marry and run away by his father into a prototype, wrapped it around his wrist, bowed three times to the Tathagata, and followed him down to earth.

Let’s talk about the three burials now. After closing my eyes for three breaths, the scenery in front of me changed drastically——

——After World War II, the North Pole——

Bitter cold wind blowing in the face, heavy snow like flakes, three burials were born with a pair of copper skin and iron bones, woke up in countless goblin pots on the westbound road, and received the real fire training of the Huoyan Mountain Samadhi, this temperature is just for cooling off Xiaofeng, therefore, only wrapped a layer of Ziyi in the cassock, and looked around with the nine-ringed tin staff.

The eyes are pure white, without any color, the glaciers and snow-capped mountains are endless, and there are even three or two white bears half a person's height wandering tens of feet away. If they hadn't been buried as Buddha's sons three times, they would have cast off their mortal bodies long ago and cultivated with bronze heads and iron arms. Arhat's golden body, afraid that he will be blinded by the snow in three moments, and buried in the bear's mouth.

As a monk, the third funeral has a compassionate heart and does not want to kill. Therefore, facing the white bears who surrounded him, he just snorted coldly and calmly lifted his cassock.

The nine-ringed tin rod weighing a thousand catties was about to smash it with the wind, but before it hit the ground, the rest of the momentum swept away three feet of snow. "After a few roars, they began to flee in all directions.

"Where does such a golden light of merit come from under this glacier? No wonder these few human bears linger here, cooperating with each other to find a bargain, let's wait and see who is a good person!"

The third burial drives away the white bear, shakes his sleeves and brushes away the crushed ice and snow, and takes a closer look, and there is a handsome blond barbarian frozen deep in the glacier. Although his face is blue and white, his heart is protected by a golden light of merit, and he will be frozen for another hundred years There is no problem.

Jin Chanzi has been reincarnated in the ninth world of the Great Thousand World, and he has quite a lot of knowledge. Now seeing this blond barbarian, he feels familiar for some reason, as if he has seen it somewhere...

The mage thought hard for a moment, then slapped his thigh: "Isn't this Captain America? The Sajia said, how could the Tathagata have such a short-hearted heart, how could he throw the Sajia to such a place where no shit!"

It turned out to be saving Captain America to save merit!

Thinking through this verse, San Zan suddenly felt that the days when his wife and disciples would be hot on the kang were not far away, so he happily rolled up the cuffs of his monk's clothes, raised his fist as big as the bowl, and yelled, hitting the hard ice on the surface above.

He was born as a three-buried monk, and his strength is not unusual. He smashed a half-person-deep hole in the ice with only three or two blows. The mage laughed three times and continued to work hard. A handsome barbarian with his eyes closed.

After digging it out, the mage from the physics department made another difficulty for the comatose superhero.

San Zan is open-minded and open-minded. Although he is a bit reckless and protects his weaknesses, he is a first-class loyal figure like the monk Lu Zhishen. He admires superheroes like Captain America and Batman, and he is born with a compassionate heart. , absolutely can't do the nasty thing of dying, not to mention that Captain America, as a hero of World War II, is the goal of his rescue.

San Zan frowned and remained silent for a moment, then squatted beside the barbarian quite boldly, lightly patted his chest twice, pinched Xianjia Fa Jue in his hand and shouted: "How long will you sleep!? Back to soul!"

All was silent, nothing happened.

Three Burials: "..."

Although Jin Chanzi before the ninth reincarnation was gentle, elegant and knowledgeable, San Zan was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the country that was defeated on horseback has always been martial arts. Therefore, although San Zan has learned some simple skills such as transporting ghosts, etc. , but it is far less enjoyable than the nine-ring tin stick dance. Even the simplest healing technique is always ineffective. On the westbound road, it is directly crushed by a copper-skinned iron-boned arhat body, and there is no practice. Chance, therefore……….

The mage stood up, and said depressedly: "It's so embarrassing, if that disciple of the Sa family is here..."

"Master, do you think of me?"

Sanbu turned his head, and the white-clothed young man with pink face and vermilion lips descended from the sky with a folding fan and a smile. He sat down without hesitation in his image, and took out the little dragon with chopsticks in his sleeve, and explained: "Buddha knew that Master You are not good at this, so you sent your apprentice and the white dragon horse to accompany you to the lower realm."

San Zan was not surprised, he shook his cuffs with a clear expression, Bai Long landed on the ground, and slapped the young man back to his three-foot appearance, urging: "During it!"

The boy Bajie, who was as big as a dumpling, covered his red forehead, glanced at the straight steel mage aggrievedly, breathed out a breath of immortality, and bowed his head to do it, but within half a cup of tea, he stretched out his hand and pushed the blond barbarian on the shoulder. , in a childish voice, asking for credit: "Master praises me!"

San Zan and the white horse leaned over their heads at the same time, and the master and apprentice looked down together, only to see the golden light of the barbarian's merits and virtues slowly fading away, while an inexplicable ray of light descended from the sky and landed on San Zan's body.

Looking at the one-third of the merits and virtues in his hands, the third burial was overjoyed: "Amitabha, so good!"

And Steve Rogers, Captain America, never imagined that the first scene he saw when he opened his eyes after a year of sleep was actually like this—the trio of Journey to the West master and apprentice, organized and disciplined around On top of his head, even the horse showed its big white teeth in a synchronized laugh: "Benefactor, are you awake?!"

Steve: "..."

Where is this?who I am?What are they going to do?