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

Weak Willow Fufeng Sun Daiyu, Rain Beats White Lotus Batman.

Thoughts surged in Bruce's mind, and he didn't know that a scheming monkey was planning to feed him into the second generation of Schwarzenegger.

He had been up all night for almost two days, and was awakened by the alarm from the Batcave shortly after he fell asleep. His face was as pale as paper at the moment, but miraculously, his lips were still as fresh and soft as rose flowers.

"Bruce Wayne, or... Batman."

Bruce's eyes were deep, and he forcibly hid the tired look between his brows. He stood up friendly and stretched out a hand to San Zan, saying, "No matter what it is, thank you for saving Jason, my son and assistant."

It seems that he hasn't had time to change his clothes yet. He only puts on a jacket over the wine red silk nightgown. When he gets up and moves a little more, the skirt of the clothes is loosened, revealing a strong chest covered with scars.

all over!cloth!hurt!scar!

He was so easily hurt and looked so weak!

The scheming monkey who can only use internal injuries to win the love of the mage secretly gritted his teeth. When he made a big fuss in the sky, even a hair could not be hurt by lightning, fire, let alone a few external injuries. Why is the white lotus route so difficult!

This mortal is so weak and beautiful, when the master sees it, he will definitely feel pity in his heart, maybe a rejuvenated child can be palmed, and this little fairy turns into a handsome and cute boy, isn't my old grandson in danger!

Thinking of this, Wukong was startled, the fluffy monkey's tail became thicker, and immediately put the scar removal and beauty plan into the bat feeding course.

The mage had a tough journey, and he had never seen such a beautiful face in a long time. He was immediately fascinated by this 220-pound sick beauty. Seeing him standing up, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Batman's wrist, shaking it up and down, and said, "You The body is weak, so there is really no need to be polite."

Bruce paused, and a question mark rose in his mind. He really didn't agree with the sentence "You are weak", but the concern and love in the mage's eyes could not be faked, which made him more puzzled.

He didn't notice the other party's malice, but he was still vigilant in his heart, especially now that his physical fitness had reached the peak of human beings, but under the secret force, the other party's palm holding him was still motionless, and his strength was comparable to that of Superman. .

Bruce's expression remained unchanged, and he quickly turned several considerations in his mind, but he didn't want to be quick-witted. When he opened his mouth as if to ask, he pinched his good-looking chin, and petted it again and again like a cat. .

Bruce, who was just about to get some information, was expressionless: "..."

The monk's opponent was either a goblin or a god and Buddha. The speed of his movements was unmatched by ordinary people. Bruce was restrained by him, unable to move for a while, and could only be slaughtered.

It turned out that San Zan woke up from his beauty, remembered the mission of the Buddha and the guarantee he gave to Little Jason, it was a long night and dreamy, so he took the initiative and fed him a mouthful of Buddha's blood in advance, lest Batman act coquettishly, and he would be soft-hearted. Do not do it.

The sorcerer was ruthless, turned his head away from looking at the little goblin's expression, and ordered: "Wukong, fix the body curse."

Wukong comprehended and blew: "Sure!"

Batman opened his mouth wide and froze in embarrassment.

The mage pointed like a knife, without changing his expression, he slashed a line on his wrist, and said tirelessly: "Almsgiver, don't hate the Sajia, the Sajia did this for the sake of your life, after you drink the blood of the Buddha, the Sajia's future history I'll tell you where I'm going, so you won't be suspicious any more."

Bruce's expression resisted, his muscles tensed up, obviously Wukong's fixation made him terrified, like a big black cat with blown fur, looking at the master and apprentice vigilantly.

But soon, the big blue-eyed cat quickly calmed down. While completely losing control of his body, he began to observe Sanjian's behavior and intentions, thinking about ways to escape.

Then his world view was refreshed again.

It's because of the Buddha's blood. Although the third burial has not yet obtained the title of Buddha, but after all, he has reached the Western Paradise to achieve fruition. At this moment, the wound is naturally different from that of ordinary people. The golden Buddha's blood under the rolled-up flesh does not flow. The golden light shrouded all around, and the Buddha's voice was endless, which was really shocking.

Seeing his reaction like this, San Zan was also quite proud.

"How about the Buddha's blood that this Ganoderma lucidum will produce?"

The mage put his wrist to his lips, and said: "Sajia's flesh and blood are very comparable to human beings. Ordinary people can live forever if they eat it, and goblins can fly up immediately after eating it. How many goblins on the West Heaven Road covet the body of Sajia, the Buddha. Look at Sajia Who have you ever been before! Even that pink skeleton is not allowed to get close to the golden body of Sajia, and I will have a bite with you today, so I don’t know what is good or bad.”

After all, he slapped the back of the neck of the mortal who was resisting, and said: "Today, you can eat the flesh and blood of Tang Monk who can live forever, you have to eat it, and you have to eat it if you don't eat it!"

Batman was caught off guard when he pressed his head, and immediately choked a mouthful of golden Buddha's blood down his throat. He was startled and suspicious, but before he could react, he found that the hidden wounds inside his body healed in an instant. .

San Zan let go, and chanted the Buddha's name to let Wukong lift the body-fixing curse, and then said: "Amitabha, the Sajia family is also entrusted by others. For your own good, the benefactor should not hate the Sajia family."

His eyes were completely different, and his expression was firm: Ru Mao drinking blood is suspected of being a barbarian, this sick beauty like a nobleman must be unwilling, but for the bright road of saving the family and marrying a wife...

The mage looked determined, and said: "Come on, the Sajia will not believe it. If you drink the blood of the Buddha from the Sajia, if you can still enter the coffin within 500 years, the Sajia will give you a good head to accompany you!"

Bruce's face was blurred by the amount of information coming to his face.

Batman held a small sip of Buddha's blood in his mouth as a test sample, touched the sore back of his neck and began to recall Journey to the West.

Monk, Monkey, Immortal Meat.

Although the images of the muscular monk and golden monkey are very different from those recorded in the famous book, but with the immortal meat as the key point, it is only natural to think of it in Journey to the West.

Except for Superman, Batman has not seen such a fresh and refined silly, white and sweet painting style for a long time.

Everything about them seemed out of place in Gotham.

The upright monk Sanbu, didn't know that Batman would meet him, so he deduced his identity based on the amount of scattered information, and planned to test the Buddha's blood.

He had just drained the blood, and took three drops of Buddha's blood with a jade bottle, and then he stretched out his hand to wipe the wound, and when the wound healed without a trace, he heaved a sigh of relief, and his stomach groaned.

The mage threw the jade bottle into Batman's arms, feeling very hungry. The feeling of hunger that he hadn't eaten for two consecutive days hit him at this moment, and he couldn't help asking: "Is there food here?"

Bruce came back to his senses, and the considerate, gentle and considerate baby Bruce went online immediately, with a polite and gentlemanly demeanor, and said: "The mage is here for a while, and I will inform Alfred that lunch will be served soon. delivered."

Although he was full of doubts, compared to Jason... After confirming that the mage was not hostile and would not leave Wayne Manor for the time being, none of this was as important as his Robin.

Then Batman put away the jade bottle, left the study politely, and started to contact Zatanna. Before he got the specific test results, he couldn't fully believe what Sanbu said.

But just before the message was sent, a fluffy monkey paw stretched out and crushed his bat communicator.

When he turned around, it turned out to be the pet golden monkey.

Bruce was amazed by its superhuman strength, and asked calmly, "What else is there for a mage?"

"Master doesn't need much, but my grandson has some trivial questions to ask you, and ordinary people can't test the Buddha's blood, so there is no need to waste effort."

Although Wukong doesn't understand the molecular structure, he also understands Bruce's thoughts to some extent. He only thought that he suspected that Sanbuya was poisoned, so he couldn't help but snorted and said, "It's so good, why did you come here? Why don't you understand, you All you have to do is ask, can Lao Sun's master who controls Yan Kong harm you?"

Bruce suddenly understood that the master and apprentice had very different backgrounds, and their hearts were as straightforward as green bamboos. I'm afraid they didn't understand what tact was at all, so they must not be treated with common sense.

He didn't dare to underestimate Wukong at all, even though he was just a golden little monkey now, not to mention he also keenly felt the monkey's rejection and crisis psychology towards him.

Batman was silent for a moment, and said: "There is nothing wrong with being cautious."

"That's all, that's all, mortals are so long-winded."

Wukong didn't want to look up at him, so he simply jumped up, squatted on his tense shoulders, looked around him carefully, frowned and said: "Old Sun asked you, did any relatives die in your family? How did you get your soul so far?" Still lingering?!"

As soon as he said this, the human being stepped on under his feet suddenly turned stiff into a stone, and his expression suddenly became aggressive, and he said sharply, "What do you mean?"

"Stupid! You are followed by two ghosts. Judging by the degree of dissipation of the soul, it has been decades. During these many years, the ghost has entered the dream hundreds of times, and you don't even know it?"

Seeing that the second disciple Ding Ding was so unresponsive, Wukong felt troubled: "The two ghosts should have a relationship that they can't let go, so they can survive in this world. Wait for the old grandson to teach you a few tricks and teach you to open your heavenly eyes to recognize them. Once you recognize them, you can see the tears streaming down their faces and their loving expressions, maybe they are your secular relatives."

Bruce subconsciously rejected his rationality and denied all of this, his neck was like a rusty machine, turning around bit by bit, looking in the direction Wukong indicated.

It was clean, even empty, and there was nothing there. The eyes of ordinary people could not see ghosts.

Even Batman is just an ordinary person.

Wukong scratched his chin, and said impatiently: "Crying like a bird, as a disciple of the Monkey King, An Neng is so worthless!"

Hearing this sentence, Bruce realized that his eyes were already red, and the end of his eyes became wet unconsciously.

The monkey stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and then blew on the fairy air. After a ray of golden light flashed by, he said, "If you drink the Buddha's blood, it is equivalent to being marked with the Western logo. You will always fly away in the future. If you really can't let go now Flesh and blood are close relatives, the big deal is to apply for decentralization, and use paper dolls to ask him to return the body to the sun."

After all, he gritted his teeth, hating iron and steel, and said: "It's just that he really lost his soul. He went to hell and asked the old man of Hades to return it. Why are you crying? Like Lin Daiyu, he doesn't look like an iron-blooded man, can't you?" Fight!"

And Bruce looked at the phantom parents who suddenly appeared in the field of vision, as if struck by lightning, completely stayed in place.

His consciousness is quite clear, and he can be sure that this is not some kind of magic that confuses the mind, but the young and beautiful woman in front of him is exactly the same as the mother in his memory.

She was still beautiful and gentle, with the string of pearl necklaces scattered in the alley still on her neck, she stretched out her arms to him with tears streaming down her face, crying heartbrokenly: "Bruce."

His father, Thomas, is standing next to his mother, the same red-rimmed and moist-eyed, his arms hanging at his sides, but Bruce sees his palms clenched, too.

"I'm proud of you, son," he said.

A trace of extremely obvious sadness flashed uncontrollably in Bruce's eyes, his expression was also full of pain and self-blame, and he still couldn't believe that this was what really happened.

Is there really a soul in this world?

Bruce was in a state of disarray, and his body was as heavy as lead. He was used to the pain and suffering that fate bestowed on him, so when a beam of sunshine suddenly fell from the sky, it would only make him doubt everything, and even feel at a loss as to what to do.

"You can see me, can't you? My Bruce..."

Martha tried to hug him, but passed through Bruce's body as expected, her eyes were red and swollen, and she could only cry on her husband's shoulder in grief.

Bruce was in a state of confusion, and could hardly believe what he saw. With a dazed and painful expression, he called out depressingly, "Father, mother... No, this is impossible."

Like turning back time, he seems to have returned to that rainy night, back to the alley that changed his life, and became the weak boy who was powerless to change everything.

Only this time, there were no robbers around, the scattered pearls were put on again, the bullets quickly returned to the /gun/chamber, and the blood stained on the pearl necklace was wiped clean one by one.

Two pairs of similar but different blue eyes looked at each other for a second, Thomas took the initiative to break the silence, he thanked Wukong, and then said to Aiko: "Bruce, don't doubt what you see, as you see, we came back."

"My son, your mother and I have always been by your side, even if you didn't know it."

Thomas's expression was gentle and forbearing, it could be seen that he was trying to suppress his feelings, but soon, he showed a relaxed smile and gave up on continuing to do so.

In Bruce's rapid breathing, he reached out and hugged his son gently, even though they couldn't touch each other, it was still an undeniable hug.

Bruce's voice was low and hoarse: "...Father."

"You did a good job, boy, I must admit that you are a hero, and you are much more powerful than your father."

Thomas and Martha looked at each other with a smile, their expressions were calm and gentle, and there was no trace of resentment from being killed on the street.

Taking advantage of the limited time when the eyes of the sky were opened, he also tried to untie the knot in Aiko's heart: "Your mother and I have been paying attention to your growth, but for you, we still missed a lot of time, Bruce, you should pay more attention to it." Take care of your body...don't worry your mother, okay?"

Bruce knew what he was talking about.

If his father and mother have been by his side for so many years, they obviously know his unhealthy living habits and the thrilling scenes when he fought the villains. He didn't even dare to think about it. How sad it will be when you are seriously injured.

This made Bruce feel guilty as the son of man, but at the same time, the return of Jason and Thomas made his heart suddenly filled with infinite vitality and courage.

He opened his mouth, and thousands of words were blocked in his throat, and finally he just replied: "I will, father."

Bruce looked at Martha and reached out to touch his mother's cheek. His body was a little stiff, and even his lips and fingertips were trembling slightly when he stood beside his parents. He looked full of unbelievable and helpless dreams come true. : "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I made you worry, Mom."

Facing her son who looked older than herself, Martha cried again: "Protect yourself, okay? My Bruce, my son...you don't know how much mother loves you, those responsibilities are too heavy Now, I know you can, but just relax once in a while, okay?"

Obviously, this weak but strong mother recalled once again the hardships that her son had experienced.

Facing his mother's hopeful face, Bruce nodded slowly, even if Batman could face all Arkham super criminals without changing his face, in this case, there was no way to refuse his mother who was crying and pleading.

In particular, Mrs. Martha was still crying, trying to break through the barrier between man and ghost, and kissed his forehead and cheek.

Bruce softly comforted his mother in a low voice, even ignoring the little golden monkey on his shoulder who looked like he was watching a show.

Finally, before Eyes of the Sky ended, Bruce heard Thomas tell him, "My son, there's no shame in accepting help from friends, dependence is, be nice to your little flying friend, your mother and I have gone to his house He’s been a guest, and his dream is to have a good relationship with you.”

His father recalled that his son was drugged and raped by a beautiful girl named Thalia. He and Martha stood aside worriedly, but happened to meet a child's soul, which seemed to be reincarnated into the girl's belly.

Thomas let out a long sigh, feeling that a simple town boy was more suitable for his deep son, so he said earnestly: "I have discussed with Martha, and I have no objection to the matter between you and Clark, but you should pay attention to your image in front of the media." , and then give Clark a surrogate or something, it’s not your father’s feudalism, the main reason is that you have four sons, if you don’t let Clark have a biological son, isn’t it fair?”

Bruce froze: "...Four???"

No, wait a minute, Dad, what did you just say? !

What great news did you reveal, Dad!

It's a pity that at this time, the Sky Eye experience volume ended, and Thomas, who left a lot of information for Bruce, disappeared.

Bruce whose world view has been refreshed: "..."

Wukong hooked the tip of his tail in boredom, looked down at Bruce's expression of doubting his life, thought he was reluctant to part with his parents, and wondered: "Why is that so, didn't the old grandson just say that I will teach you to send the body of a paper man to your relatives to return it?" You are accompanied by Yang, how can you still act like a cowardly child?”

After all, he didn't wait for Bruce to come back to his senses, stretched out his palm and slapped him on the forehead, jumped off the ground, and said, "I don't care about common etiquette. Old Sun is the most impatient with those who thank you back and forth. If you have the heart , Big fish and big meat entertain my master and apprentice well, it's easy to do things at the dinner table, understand?"

The doubts in Bruce's heart gradually subsided, and he completely changed into a solemn expression. He opened his mouth and spoke fluent Chinese, his voice was low, as elegant and melodious as a cello: "Don't worry, little mage, I will definitely make your master and apprentice feel at home."

Hearing this, Wukong looked at Bruce with a pleasing gaze, and hurriedly added: "Send more peaches, no matter how many grandsons can eat, you don't have to go too far, wait for my master and apprentice to eat Enough to drink, there are still important things to discuss."

Bruce agreed one by one without changing his expression.

Seeing that this mortal was knowledgeable and interesting, Wukong felt at ease, and said again: "Come with me, Lao Sun will show you to meet someone."

Goku then brought Bruce to Jason.

Little Jason has been cleaned up by Alfred at this moment, and he has changed into a tiger one-piece suit that is very suitable for his current age. He is sitting quietly in the living room and flipping through the photo album—to be exact, flipping through the photo album in Tim.

Bruce didn't kill the clown. As Robin, he could understand Bruce's choice, even if it was changed, he would kill the clown to avenge his father.

Even if Batman's principle of not killing is different from Jason's philosophy, he is willing to respect him and worship him because of the great and noble soul of this dark knight.

But after his death, Batman had a new Robin, and the boy named Tim completely replaced him.

It made him angry and disappointed, and it all stemmed from the same possibility: Bruce didn't love him.

"No. 12 times to remind you, don't get into the horns, Master Jason, you know that Master Bruce loves you very much."

Alfred brought the foie gras and lamb chops to the table one by one, and he did not forget to pay attention to the young and sensitive little Jason: "You can understand this in the right way, right?"

He stuffed a cookie into Jason's hand, his eyes were full of love: "Don't blame Master Tim, he was the one who brought Master back on track when you left."

"I can understand that Batman needs Robin."

Little Jason gritted his teeth, barely suppressed the sudden irritability after hearing Tim's name, looked at Alfred with an unhappy expression, and said firmly: "But what Bruce needs is me, not me. A temp."

Although his death was due to his own impulse, Bruce still blamed himself very much for it. Little Jason had already been to the Batcave and saw the blood-stained uniform. He knew that there must be something wrong with Bruce's emotions and psychology.

Like Alfred said, he even used violence to solve problems for a long time, until Tim noticed his change and offered to be his Robin.

Little Jason lowered his head and pursed his lower lip guiltily.

If Jason Todd was thirteen, fourteen, or even seven or eight years old, he would not be easily persuaded as he is now, but his body is only four years old at most, and his mind has also been affected, or he was actively affected by it. Influence.

A warm hand fell on his forehead, and the old housekeeper who had been looking forward to the bat cub for decades looked gentle. Although he didn't know Damian's existence, little Jason was no different from his own. They are all cute little bats.

"Master Bruce needs all the Robins."

Alfred looked in the direction of the corridor and smiled softly: "You are all his sons, aren't you? This is as close a relationship as 'Batman and Robin'."

After finishing speaking, he pushed down his glasses happily: "It seems that the conversation between Master Bruce and Master Three Burial was very pleasant, Master Jason, I very much hope that you are ready."

Jason immediately realized what the old butler's words meant, and subconsciously, a sunflower turned his head.

Bruce stood behind him without saying a word.

After confirming that Jason, who had been resurrected from the dead, really existed, Bruce stared at the immature little bat, recalling the pain in the past, and his chest began to heave violently.

After a near dead silence, he bowed his head and kissed Jason's forehead: "Welcome home, Jason."

Little Jason subconsciously covered his forehead, looked at the rare and honest Bruce in a foolish way, and was completely stunned.

The second-generation Robin, who had never had such a paternal love as Batman, shouted in his heart: The old bat is crazy!

——Batman's cat ear dividing line——

The mortal father and son had a heart-to-heart talk, but Wukong wasn't very interested. He turned around the living room in boredom, and reappeared in human form.

So after Batman talked with Jason, he saw such a handsome man with red hair and golden eyes.

"Since the two of you have talked, you must have resolved your knot?"

The Monkey King made up his mind to take these two mortals as his apprentices first before Sanbuan could react, and then regardless of Sanqi 21, removing scars and beautifying his face, he would first raise him to be fat and strong. Schwarzenegger, who can stand up with two fists and run a horse with two arms, his master naturally lost interest.

Therefore, while Alfred led Sanbu to the restaurant for dinner, he stopped the Batman father and son first.

"Lao Sun intends to pass on some of the immortal arts to you two, but there is only one condition, and it needs to be agreed by the two of you first."

Wukong had already made up his mind, and he never considered the possibility of being rejected. Thinking back to the Bodhi Patriarch who expelled him from the school of Sanxing Yueyue Cave, he felt very sour. Lost.

Jason and Bruce looked at each other. He had already been voice-transmitted by the monkey all the way, so he could only ask, "What conditions?"

The Monkey King said coldly: "Lao Sun doesn't value the status of master and apprentice, and you two are not allowed to act like a baby in front of the master with the title of disciple and grandson, but there is a sentence that needs to be remembered. I don't care about it at all, but you are not allowed to suffer, if you suffer, it is because you are not good at learning, let alone my apprentice, so please invite yourself out of the teacher's school."

After all, he stretched out his hand, and there was a belt-like strip in his hand, which was Batman's universal belt.

Batman's pupils shrank sharply, and he began to compare Goku and Zatanna in his heart, asking, "Is this magic?"

"This is the method of holding the universe in your sleeve, and you can get things out of thin air."

The scheming monkey exhaled into clouds, and said again: "This is a somersault cloud. Back then, my master gave me a white one, and my grandson gave you two black ones. It looks more deep and stable. How about it?"

Jason stared intently at the two dark clouds, and one of them seemed to be emotional, tentatively drifted over a little bit, parted a soft little tail, and poked Jason's cheek carefully .

The dark somersault cloud: "!!!!!!"

Humans are so soft!So fragile, so cute!

Little Wuyun happily rolled herself into a little black cat, and rolled happily into Little Jason's arms.

Jason pinched the little cloud cautiously.

It's not mist, but substance, something like cotton candy, it's incredibly soft.

The big cloud was a little more stable, and it floated towards Bruce with ease, wrapping him up easily, and stretched out two particularly vivid bat wings intimately.

Bruce looked at his new cloak: "..."

After the two somersaulting clouds carried the new owner around the lawn and then flew back, Wukong seemed to see two future Schwarzeneggers in front of him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing the two humans discussing for a while, with a face of shame and seriousness to thank, the monkey jumped half a meter away: "Old Sun can't listen to the words of thanks, you and I will exchange at the same price, at most it will take up the name of a master and apprentice." Besides, both of you have excellent temperament and aptitude, even if you don't have grandson, there are others who take disciples."

After all, he didn't wait for the other party to respond, and went straight to the fight, absolutely unwilling to accept half of the other party's respect.

Now let's talk about the three burials.

The mage followed Alfred to the dining room, and when he saw the huge roasted suckling pig on the table, he put down the nine-ringed tin rod in high spirits, and thanked the old butler first: "Old man, it was really expensive! The family loves this roasted suckling pig." pig!"

Immediately afterwards, he rolled up the cuffs of his monk's robe, sat down at the dining table, and began to eat, his hands were full of grease.

In just seven or eight minutes, a table of delicacies entered the monk's stomach, and Wukong also came back. He sat at the table and folded a small paper man with a napkin, and painted his eyebrows and eyes thoughtfully.

Alfred went in without knowing it, but saw the little golden-haired monkey blowing at the two paper figurines in a spirited manner.

The dull expression of the paper figurine came to life in an instant, and its body grew when it saw the wind, and when it landed, it looked like a couple.

Alfred's expression cracked a bit: "Master Thomas, Mrs. Martha... what about Master Bruce?"

As soon as he saw Thomas, Bruce's level instantly changed from master to master.

"Bruce knows about it, Alfred."

Thomas gave the old housekeeper a hug, and said, "The two mages are the guests of Wayne Manor."

The old butler's eyes were moist, and he quickly calmed down: "You are right, Master Wayne, I should be ashamed of my previous suspicion and disrespect, please accept my apology."

The mage who didn't feel rude at all: "Huh?"

In fact, Sajia thinks you are quite hospitable...

The mage declined a few words, and then saw Batman and little Jason coming to reunite with the grandparents of the Wayne couple.

Little Jason has two gray and black wolf ears on his head, and a big tail dangling behind his buttocks. Although it looks unreal, it really looks like a little wolf cub.

Seeing the playful somersault cloud, the third burial probably knew what the little monkey was up to, so he smiled knowingly and didn't ask any more questions. He just gave some barbecue ingredients and exercised his body one by one according to the rules of his disciples and grandchildren. Fajue is regarded as a meeting ceremony.

The road to practice is long and long. At the mortal stage, such golden bell jars, iron cloth shirts, powerful vajra palms, and eighteen drops of clothing... these unique skills of monks are still very useful.

Master Fa is as loving as a mountain. Looking at the handsome and cute little wolf cub Jason, whose ears are still trembling and acting like a baby, and seeing Batman, the goblin with a flourishing beauty beside him, he couldn't help but develop his heart, and took out The same fairy treasures.

"Dragon Girl kept Waterproof Pearl and Captain America and others, and the Sa family can't be partial, so I left the fairy rope with you and your father and son!"

The mage gritted his teeth, lifted his monk's robe, and pulled out a golden belt from the waistband of his trousers. It was crystal clear, and the material was neither gold nor jade. Bundle fairy rope.

This bundle of fairy ropes was originally the belt of the Taishang Laojun. When using it, you can say the mantra to bind the target. The more the person who is bound struggles, the tighter it is. It is very easy to use.

The third burial gave Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao a hard spanking, and when they abolished their practice and returned it to the old gentleman, they asked him to ask him for the immortal rope stolen by the nine-tailed fox as compensation.

As for the Nine-Tailed Fox himself, because he was too old and the meat was not delicious enough, he was not put into the pot. However, his fur was good, and he was buried for the people to eliminate harm. The elephant-sized vixen was skinned and made into a three-piece bed set And the fur was given to the Iron Fan King to deter the jade-faced fox and prevent it from harboring evil intentions.

Jason couldn't shirk it, so he had to accept the bundle of fairy ropes. He was very happy to try and try again. While thanking Sanbuan, he inevitably had the same troubles as Batman.

The mage's gifts are all extraordinary, and they are not allowed to refuse, so how to return the gift has become a top priority.

Superheroes who are accustomed to giving and hiding in the dark cannot even receive flowers and applause in person.

Once someone pays for him and wants to love and pet him, it will make him restless and feel ashamed.

The third burial was at a loss: "What do you think about all these, the left and right are just a belt, and the Sa family has also obtained merit from you, shortening the time to reunite with your lovely wife. Logically speaking, it should be my master and apprentice who took up the belt." You are cheap."

Bruce: "Wait a minute, sweet wife...?"

Batman began to feel that something was wrong. Even if Tang Sanzang became Tang Sanzang, and Monk Wen Run became a muscular monk, thanks to him, he can understand. After all, there are literary processing in the records of literati, but the beautiful wife? ? ?

No matter how it is processed, monks cannot marry wives!

When mentioning his beloved wife, San Zan puffed up his chest and his eyes were full of love: "The beloved wife of the Sa family is the ruler of a country, she is knowledgeable, reasonable, and tender, and she can be regarded as Obama or Trump in this life. I only love her!"

After all, he glanced at Bruce quite proudly.

Didn't expect, you annoying little goblin, the Sa family is loyal to the lord of the country, and you can hold back your beauty!

This coming and going, we talked about the origin of the three burials.

"Origin? Little baby, have you read Journey to the West?"

After going through a world, the mage has already trusted all the characters labeled as superheroes very much, and he did not want to deceive any more, so he simply told him frankly: "The monks do not lie. The monks of the scriptures, entrusted by the Buddha, come to save you and other good people from the sea of ​​suffering, so that you can do some meritorious deeds."

The words of the third burial were like a thunderbolt falling from the clear sky.

Bruce had expected it, but Jason's eyes were horrified. He stared at the mage's eyes, but saw that he was calm and calm, with a superhuman sense of sight.

...He didn't lie, he really came from Journey to the West.

Masterpieces lied to me!