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

"You don't need to be surprised, the little old man is the land of Gotham City, and it can be regarded as watching you grow up."

Land kindly pointed at the killer crocodile who was devoutly chanting Buddha, and said: "Little old man remembers you, the day your parents created you was unstable, but the little old man couldn't bear it and used some divine power to send you away safely." into the womb of the mother."

Killer Crocodile paused while reciting scriptures: "Huh?"

The land raised his beard, and said: "Believe it or not, the little old man is absolutely true. Your whole body has changed since you were young, and you look like a crocodile, which is why you have the spirit of the little old man."

Killer Crocodile looked bewildered: "Aren't I sick?"

When he was born, he suffered from an extremely rare atavistic disease. His skin continued to grow scales, and his appearance became more and more like a crocodile, which could not be cured. Unjust treatment, and finally chose to embark on the road of crime.

"No, no, the doll doesn't know something. There is a male ancestor in your ancestors, who was a crocodile spirit who only strayed into this world. Because he is also a fan of Xiaolong, he has some friendship with the little old man. The little old man He took care of several generations of descendants for him."

The land was heartbroken: "I didn't expect that your generation would activate atavistic genes. This shows that you are very talented, not a disease. Those doctors are simply talking nonsense."

The amount of information was too much, and the killer crocodile was a little confused.

Twirling his beard, the land said in a very disappointed and hating tone: "Your ancestors still had some friendship with the Bat family. Now that you are here, you actually voted for the villain camp. I really disappointed the little old man. But the world is going downhill, and people’s hearts are not old. When we meet your ancestors in the future, I don’t think you will be scolded like a dog!"

Killer Crocodile froze on the spot, his expression seemed to be a little confused and struggling, but soon, when he saw the distressed expression of the land, he regained his strength, and suddenly realized: "So, so I am a crocodile spirit!" !"

The cannon fodder had a completely enlightened expression on his face, as if he had suddenly realized the true meaning of life. He fell to the foot of Batman in an extremely pious tiger, and cried bitterly: "Batman! I was wrong. From now on, I will pay for the crimes of the past. Redemption, from now on, I am willing to serve by your side and be your mount! Please forgive me, ancestor!"

Batman: "..." The shock came too suddenly.

Before he had time to express anything, the cape turned into a somersault cloud was not happy. He opened a corner with his teeth and claws, solidified into a hairy cat's claw, and said "you wishful thinking" to the killer crocodile middle finger.

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It turned out to be a complete cat's claw trio!

Killer Crocodile turned to Sanbu again, and said, "Please ask the mage to shave me! Killer Crocodile has changed my name from now on. I am no longer a low-level cannon fodder villain Killer Crocodile. I will be Batman's powerful mount and a hardworking worker Crocodile!" "

The third burial recited a Buddha's name, and seeing his pious expression, he couldn't help touching his scales tenderly and lovingly: "Sajia can shave you, but this debt still has to be paid. I think you will devote yourself to the Buddha from now on, and you can redeem your sins." Hurry up, if you think about it, another seven or eight hundred years will pass, and the punishment in hell will be reduced by one layer."

Killer Crocodile slammed its head on the ground: "Thank you mage!"

The treasure of the third burial is solemn, and he read: "Amitabha, when the almsgiver enters my Buddhist gate, he should concentrate on doing good, love the bat family, and don't kill any more. You must remember it."

After the sound of chanting, one after another nasturtium bloomed in the air, and then slowly floated down on the top of Killer Crocodile's head, making his already bald forehead even smoother.

The other villains avoided the Golden Lotus quietly.

Land stroked his beard, and Lao Huai smiled in comfort.

Batman's deep gaze fell on the land.

There was a coolness behind the land, and he hurriedly said: "But Gotham Vigilante Batman in person? To tell you the truth, the little god is asking for something!"

Batman said hoarsely and lowly: "Say."

The land bowed to him, took out a sheepskin map from his cuff, and said: "Little old man should have protected Gotham without any worries, but he has no choice but to indulge in foreign things, neglect his duties, and knows that he is negligent, so he dare not ask you I just want to accept the little old man's apology and give the little old man a chance."

Batman glanced down: "What is this?"

"This is within 500 nautical miles of the port of Gotham City, where all the shipwrecks have been located in the past [-] years, including a map of the gold mines in the United States, all of which were marked by the little old man by his colleagues."

The land of dereliction of duty sighed softly, feeling ashamed of this Gotham vigilante, and couldn't help but respectfully said: "Little old man has been dereliction of duty for decades, it is all up to you to maintain order in Gotham, so I feel ashamed, this killer crocodile and several It’s just a mere gift, not a respect, so please don’t refuse.”

Before Batman could speak, San Zan suddenly felt that something was wrong: "How can Killer Crocodile be considered your gift?"

The land quickly replied: "The holy monk doesn't know, this crocodile is not good at anything else, but its strength is still good. Turning around, the little god offered a method of controlling beasts, and it was just right for Batman to use his feet. Keep calling this little crocodile cub." No more heart."

After finishing speaking, he presented the treasure map, stepped back three steps and stood next to the third funeral, and said, "What other instructions does the holy monk have?"

"The Sa family does have something to entrust to you."

The mage said without hesitation: "The Sajia will not stay in Gotham for a long time, and this Arkham Asylum has become a heart problem. After thinking about it, Sajia thinks it is just right to entrust this matter to you. I think you, as the land of Gotham, will be able to take care of it." Arkham?"

The earth understood. He had long heard that the holy monk was a young child. Now it seems that this is true. This Batman is only in his early forties. He is young and beautiful. At the age of the cub, doesn't the holy monk have a bit more preference for him and the Robins? !

"Saint Monk, rest assured, the little gods have basically known about the things committed by Arkham Asylum and these super villains. From now on, you should work hard and do your duty faithfully, and you will definitely live up to the trust of the Holy Monk."

The land responded repeatedly, and saw that Batman and Robin still had doubts on their faces, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, everyone, the little god controls Gotham, and can make Arkham a world of its own. Without the little god's consent, mortals are not allowed to enter or leave , whoever has other thoughts, the little god will immediately report to Yan Luo, and will never tolerate it!"

Robin subconsciously hugged the mage's neck.

For Batman and Jason, it was unreal that the problems in Arkham were solved so easily. He couldn't help thinking: Isn't this really an illusion of the enemy?Did my life suddenly hang up?

Even Batman couldn't help being in a trance for a moment.

Sanbu patted Jason on the back, nodded in satisfaction, thought for a moment, and added: "Don't shut it down completely, those souls have revenge and revenge, don't intervene to stop it, this is all approved by the Sajia Understand."

Land carefully wrote it down, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "If there is a mistake in the beginning of Arkham, how should the little god deal with it? If the wronged soul takes revenge, the little god may not dare to directly inform King Yama, please The holy monk instructed."

"As a land, don't you even have this ability?"

The mage simply said: "If there is a mistake, you can come and see him first, and there are still people like that clown, who speak sweet words and cannot be trusted. Before doing anything, think about what Batman would do."

The land was full of fear and trepidation: "Yes, the little god knows!"

After all, he backed away trembling.

The mage snorted coldly, raised his head and said, "Wukong! Don't hide, I know you are nearby, don't you?"

A white somersault cloud flew from the sky, and a handsome man with red hair and golden pupils stood on it. When he saw the third funeral, he subconsciously held his chest and coughed weakly, his sharp eyebrows and eyes showed weakness. and discomfort.

"Master, if I don't see Master, it's like I've lost my backbone. I was flustered for a while before I followed the smell."

As soon as the handsome man landed on the ground, he turned into a handsome and lovely young boy, wearing a fluffy little tiger one-piece suit, which was transformed by the tiger skin skirt. When he saw Sanbuyan holding Jason in his arms, he felt wronged. Baba stood where he was.

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Jason couldn't believe it: "..." The face!

The third burial saw the apprentice dressed as a little tiger looking up at him pitifully, his face was pale, his eyes were full of tears, and the tip of his golden tail drooped down in frustration, he immediately felt compassion: "Wukong doesn't cry." , Sajia knows his mistake!"

After that, he handed the stiff little Jason to the equally stiff Bruce, and hugged the little Wukong with tears in his eyes.

Little Wukong hugged his master's neck eagerly, rubbed his chest against San Zan pitifully and cutely, and said in a tone that I am very hurt but I am very strong: "Why did the master call me?"

Thinking about the business, San Zan said, "Wukong, the three golden hoops sent by Guanyin, I remember you still keep them?"

"Master is talking about the gold, tight, and forbidden hoops? The disciple only brought one, thinking it was a gift from the master, so he simply used it as a decoration, and the other two are still in Wujing's place."

Little Wukong pursed his lower lip, and said in a low voice: "That Guanyin was uneasy and kind, and deliberately provoke the relationship between Wukong and Master. Wukong thought that Master really wanted to bring it to me."

The relatives and disciples of the third burial were full of love and distress, and comforted: "Where did the Sajia have such a cruel heart, come and come, the golden hoop is now discarded, and it is for the clown to take it. The Sajia has seen it." , he is the only one in this madhouse who is used to sowing dissension, talking sweet words, and the family needs to deal with him."

Although Wukong was reluctant to part with it, but after all, the golden hoop was a gift from the Bodhisattva, no other gift than Master, so he nodded obediently, and handed the golden hoop on his wrist to Sanbu.

San Zan showed a creepy smile to the clown, and said, "The Sajia gave you something, please don't refuse!"

Clown: "...Don't come here, I will call someone if you come here again! Little bat! Little bat save me!!!"

San Zan grinned grimly, and shut him up with a crisp punch, forcing the clown to put on a magic spell.

And Batman already knew the effect of the Curse, so he naturally wouldn't talk about human rights with criminals. He looked up at the sky outside the window, and said to Jason in his arms, "It's getting dark."

Jason was close to his father's cold armor, held tightly in his arms, his ears were slightly red, and he was holding Batman's cape with his small hands, looking ashamed and dark.

Hearing Batman's words, he forced his calm and reliable expression, nodded nervously, and said in a boyish voice: "Well, it's time to feed the mage."

Mage: "?"