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

Perhaps the aura is thin, and the celestial herb Ganoderma lucidum is also slow to develop. After such a night, the land can only find a few snow ginseng not more than [-] years old, and the smell of medicine is not enough.

"Holy Monk Rongzhi, the small world lacks spiritual things, not compared to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The little gods searched all over the mountains and forests, and even searched for the tombs of several princes one by one. Only these few plants of snow ginseng can be found in general."

The land was terrified, looking at the sea-fixing needle in Wukong's hand, recalling his great reputation, his beard trembled: "As for other things, the little god really has nothing to do."

Wukong squatted on Sanbuan's shoulder, waved his hand slightly, and said, "Forget it, your ability is limited, and Lao Sun will not make things difficult for you. Go back and make a treasure map, so let's step back."

Thanks to the land, I took a few steps back and dived into the soil.

Wukong took back the golden cudgel, and with his five fingers into claws, he held the snow ginseng in the air with his supreme magic power, turned around and said to Sanbu: "Master, what the land said is true, it's just that the quality of the snow ginseng is not good. Not enough, I'm afraid it can only be added."

"It's okay, just deal with it, the Sa family has its own way."

The third burial tucked the corner of the brocade cassock, tested the temperature on Jason's forehead with two fingers, and thought: "This Robin has excellent bones and strong merits all over his body, so he can probably withstand the treasures of the fairy family. , Sajia will give another dose of strong medicine!"

Wukong didn't know what was going on in San Zan's mind, so he just handled the herbs according to the instructions. He didn't need to make a formula, and a cluster of red-gold flames ignited in the palm of his hand, swaying and licking the slender roots of the snow ginseng.

Snow ginseng melts when it encounters fire, not to mention that the fire comes from the real fire of Samadhi in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, but it melts into a pool of snow-white medicinal liquid in a moment, and is put into the stone bowl by Wukong.

The third funeral poured Jason a bowl of ginseng soup, and gave him a small mouthful of ginseng jam. The body temperature of the second-generation Robin, which had become icy due to the erosion of his soul, finally eased, and his muddled consciousness gradually recovered. wake up.

The mage didn't take off his clothes, and took care of Jason for a whole night. He felt a little bit emotional. Now he saw his sharp eyes, vigilant expression, and his spirit was like a little leopard. He was overjoyed: "Amitabha, you can be regarded as awake!"

And Robin, the second-generation leopard, looked at the bald head of the mage and Luthor, subconsciously tightened his muscles and became vigilant, and his beautiful dark blue eyes were suddenly full of hostility.

His memory stays in the second before his death, that is, in the abandoned warehouse where the clown tortured and killed him, and he has no reason to distinguish whether the mage in front of him is an enemy or a friend.

The three-buried tiger narrowed its eyes slightly, and inserted the nine-ringed tin staff into the ground with a "bang dang", grabbed Robin's wrist again, and held it firmly. Under Jason's sharp eyes like a knife, he shouted: "Wu Najie!" Sentaud, you still haven't come back to your senses!"

Jason's spirit was shaken, and the lingering power of the heart-clearing curse erupted, which quickly suppressed the hatred with reason. The memory of climbing out of the grave occupied his mind, allowing him to temporarily put down his hostility.

He was tortured by the clown to the point where he was mentally numb, almost lost his sense of pain, and had very little sanity left. He wandered around Gotham completely by instinct, and his mind was in a daze. It seemed that the mage saved him and helped him regain his sanity.

Jason frowned, and in an instant, countless complex emotions and information surged into his mind. After imagining countless possibilities, he finally sorted out his thoughts, and looked at San Zan asking: "What is this?" where is it?"

The mage let go of his iron-like palm, and said, "It's probably a bridge hole somewhere in Gotham, sheltered from wind and rain, how do you feel?"

This question is about the body, but if you drink a bowl of ginseng soup and a mouthful of ginseng fruit jam, even a dead person can return to life immediately, not to mention that Jason has been resurrected, but his body is weak and his aura is ignorant. keep healthy.

Jason touched the flat and smooth chest, and found that the clown did not leave any traces, and his previous dark wounds were also completely removed, as well as the cassock on his body...

The second-generation Robin didn't answer directly, he felt the touch of the cassock calmly, and said again: "You saved me?"

Although he was asking, he had already confirmed it in his heart, so as soon as the words came out, San Zan felt a wave of merit descending from the sky and fused into his body, about one-third of the appearance, which was equivalent to saving Captain America in the North Pole .

"It's not to save you, at most it's just a small favor."

Speaking of this, the mage had a flash of inspiration, vaguely had an idea, but did not think deeply, and said calmly: "The Sa family was entrusted to come to save you, but once you arrive here, you have returned to the sun, and the Sa family is destined for you, so you will take action." A little favor."

After all, he thought about it carefully, and added: "There is no need to repay, but you have to feed and drink for the Sajia and his disciples. There will be wine and meat in every meal, and the Sajia will eat, and then go to save your old father and the housekeeper." , I can also teach you a few unique skills."

This sentence pierced Robin's lungs somehow. It was a big red bird, and his face changed instantly.

"You know Batman, but do you know the Joker?"

Jason lowered his head slightly, his gray-white forehead covered his blue eyes, which were similar in color to Batman, and continued to ask in an extremely calm tone, "Is he dead?"

The mage thought back for a moment: The clown... who is it?

I can't remember my face, I seem to have heard of his movies, since I have an independent movie, it shouldn't be too early to die.

The sorcerer thought for a moment, and then said in a matter-of-fact way: "The Sa family doesn't know, maybe he's not dead, and he (the role) is quite important."

"Yes, the Joker is very important to Batman."

Jason interrupted him. This handsome and strong young man raised his head and looked at Sanbu with a pair of eagle-like eyes. His eyes were red and his expression was fierce. He said almost paranoidly: "Even More important than me."

The mage was confused: "?????"

Weird, how could this little leopard be so angry?

San Zan didn't know the inside story, and only said: "What's wrong with the enemy being alive? The Sa family thinks that the happiest person is to kill the enemy himself, because he can die as he wants."

The second-generation Robin closed his eyes fiercely, then looked at Sanbuan with a calm look that was almost frightening, nodded slowly, hooked the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and said indifferently and sarcastically: "Yes, you are right."

That's what he said, but his eyes were still red.

The little dress Jason wore when he was buried had long been thoroughly decayed, and it was unhygienic, so after the third burial wiped Jason's body, the dress was burned to ashes.

That is to say, this handsome second-generation Robin is naked at the moment, with red-rimmed eyes, and only a scarlet cassock inlaid with gold patterns on his beautiful and fit body...

Wukong beat a small drum with a "thump, boom, boom" in his heart.

After all, Master just likes this one. In some respects, he has an extraordinary machismo, and he is extremely soft.

Sure enough, when San Zan saw Jason's red eyes, his heart tightened suddenly, as if he was back on the westbound road, the rebellious and beautiful little monkey knelt on the ground with red eyes and golden eyes, and insisted on saying goodbye three times. Don't want to drag Master down...

"You have something to say, good baby, don't cry, don't cry!"

The mage's eyes were full of tears, and he felt pity and love, but seeing this handsome young man with red eyes, naked in his cassock, with a small expression of jealousy and anger, the iron straight man Sanbuy always felt that the atmosphere seemed a little bit Not quite right.

Jason was stunned by this "good baby" address, and his expression was complicated. When he looked at the third burial, he always felt that the bald monk had Brother Gui written on his left face and abnormal on his right face.

And the golden little monkey's tail was stretched straight, and its eyes were wide open. It felt that this little fairy's face and fighting power were comparable to the scorpion spirit of the daughter country.

No, the scorpion spirit is at most an unpretentious coquettish slut, but there is no such thing as this little goblin pretending to be a white lotus!

The mage himself also felt that something was wrong, so he quickly suppressed his tears, pondered for a while, and raised a palm.

Jason's scalp was numb, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart. He quickly collected his thoughts, looked at Sanbu with a vigilant expression, and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

San Zan flatly slapped him on the forehead.

Jason clutched his forehead blankly: "?????"

what happened?Why did his body automatically make this childish movement, even a little bit like crying?

San Zan looked gentle: "Baby, does it hurt?"

Jason frowned, feeling that his dignity had been offended, but Sanbuan helped him regain his sanity, so he was not afraid to get angry, and said softly, "What do you mean?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Douding froze for a moment.

I made this coquettish little milk sound?

The little red bird with messy milk fur blinked pitifully, with a dazed expression, and his eyes were filled with a shocking feeling that he couldn't believe but had to believe.

In the end, he stared at his tiny arms and legs that had shrunk more than twice, and said with trembling lips, "What did you do!"

He looks very angry, but because of his immature age and sensuality, his small expression looks aggrieved, like a little puppy who wants to intimidate the enemy before he has teeth.

San Zan felt comfortable physically and mentally, so he patted Wukong's monkey's buttocks, and said in a warm voice, "Wukong, go and explain clearly to him."

Seeing Wukong stretch out his hand to congeal a mirror of water, he explained to Jason one by one that Sanbu was relieved and pursued the fleeting inspiration - as the Buddha said, his mission is to change the original tragic fate of superheroes and save them from death. suffering.

In the Marvel world, saving Steve and Bucky will each get a share of merit, and teaching little Tony to learn the golden bell and iron cloth shirt will also get a share. It seems that this change of fate is not only changing the present, but even including his possible future. misery.

But the question is who knows how miserable this group of superheroes will be in the future?

There is no plot in Sajia!

San Zan is not a fan of Meiman, at most he is a superhero fan, and he has watched a few movies in his previous life, but he doesn't remember the plot, so how can he prevent it?

The mage thought to no avail, so he had to decide to see the trick, but after searching hard in his mind, he only remembered that among Batman and Superman, someone seemed to die.

Superman is well-known, and Sanbuya knows that the Man of Steel must be fearless, so something must be wrong with Batman.

Wait, in order to retire early, the Buddha no longer used Dharma projection ppt to prepare lessons, so he would definitely send the three burials to the place closest to the saved.

But Jason was captured by the land, if Wukong was not there, Sanbu might not be able to find him.

Could it be that the first mission of this small world is Batman? !

The mage's expression was solemn and he was terrified. He couldn't help taking a breath, and quickly stretched his arms, hugged Jason in his arms, and said, "Let's go, let's go to Wayne Manor."

Jason refused with a look: "I won't go back."

The mage was heartbroken: "But your father is going to die!"

Jason:! ! ! ! !