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Tang Sanzang

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    Before leaving Biyou Palace, Sun Wukong carefully inquired about the person who learned the scriptures.  According to Uncle Jin Ling, this Buddhist scripture seeker was a Western Buddhist in his previous life, Jin Chanzi. He had great wisdom and was a good friend of the Master. They had a very good relationship.

    Jin Ling pointed out that Jin Chanzi was unilaterally kind, and your master would not be kind to anyone other than your master.

    Sun Wukong is quite afraid of Tongtian. Senior Brother Shen Gongbao said that the Grand Master has a bad temper and is always fierce. Let¡¯s stay away from him, and by the way, stay away from the Master.

    At first, Sun Wukong thought that Senior Brother Shen Gongbao was making a fuss out of a molehill. Once, he stayed late in the master's room, and Grand Master stood at the door without saying a word, staring at Sun Wukong for a long time.  When Sun Wukong got up the next day, all the monkey hair on his forehead was gone.

    In this regard, Shen Gongbao said that the teacher¡¯s tradition is just a matter of getting used to it.

    Anyway, in the 500th year of Biyou Palace, Sun Wukong and Shen Gongbao took a detour when they met Tongtian.

    Leaving aside Tongtian, based on the information he gathered, Sun Wukong felt that Jin Chanzi should be similar to his master. He spoke softly, had a good temper, and was bald.

    But now Sun Wukong stared at Tang Sanzang's thick black hair, held it in for a long time and said, "Your hair"

    Tang Sanzang looked indifferent and said, "The six roots are not clean, and they will not be clean even if they are shaved. It is better not to shave them, and take this as a warning."

    Sun Wukong said, "It's okay if you don't shave your hair. You don't even wear a monk's robe. Who would have known you were a Buddhist monk?"

    Tang Sanzang took another look at Sun Wukong. When he saw that Sun Wukong was clean, he knew that he was a monkey from a wealthy family. He kindly explained, "The monk's robe was personally given by His Majesty. It was a gift from the Emperor. I don't dare to dirty it. There are many of them after traveling over the mountains and ridges."  Sorry for the inconvenience, put it away.¡±

    He wears straw sandals, leggings, and shorts on the road, and wears a straw hat when out in the sun. Is there any problem?

    Sun Wukong had nothing to say. He turned down from the tree and said to Tang Sanzang, "I, the old Sun, have been ordered by my master to protect the pilgrims. Since you are the one, I, the old Sun, will go on the road with you."

    Tang Sanzang didn¡¯t have much expression. He picked up a fire stick and continued walking forward, ignoring Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong shouted from behind, ¡°Don¡¯t go, I, Old Sun, will give you a ride.¡±

    While riding the somersault cloud, he strolled beside Tang Sanzang, asking Tang Sanzang to climb up. After talking for a long time, Tang Sanzang finally said, "It's useless."

    Sun Wukong didn¡¯t understand, ¡°It¡¯s useless.¡±

    "All external forces are inaccurate."

    Sun Wukong was happy, "What do you, a mortal, know?"

    Tang Sanzang said seriously, "Although this poor monk doesn't know magic, he has been with His Majesty for some time and has met many strange people."

    For example, Wei Zheng, who ran between the world and the underworld, and Zhong Kui, who stayed full-time in the underworld, sometimes the three of them would get together, and Tang Taizong could also play mahjong.

    It¡¯s just that His Majesty¡¯s mentality is not very good, and he always feels nervous every time he plays mahjong.

    Tang Taizong: A group of ghosts are watching you play mahjong. I will be scared to death, okay?

    Sun Wukong couldn¡¯t believe it, ¡°You know the ghosts of the underworld.¡±

    Tang Sanzang corrected him kindly, "It's the judge."

    They were both disciples of the emperor, so it was strange that they knew each other. Zhong Kui also envied Wei Zheng for being able to wander around the human world and eat a bowl of steaming noodles.

    The Meng Po Soup in Hell is really boring.

    Sun Wukong became interested and asked Tang Sanzang, "Have you ever heard of me, Old Sun?"

    Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong looked at each other for three seconds and said politely.

    What?

    Sun Wukong blushed, scratched his cheek and said, "Just making a big fuss in the underworld or something?"

    Tang Sanzang understood, "Which time?"

    Sun Wukong:?  ?  ?

    He kindly explained to Sun Wukong, "People often come to make trouble in the underworld. The Asura clan under hell will rebel every ten years. Which decade is the donor?"

    He heard from Wei Zheng that these asuras used to eat ghosts, but were later suppressed under the eighteenth level of hell. They would make trouble every once in a while, probably because they were hungry and looking for food.

    Tang Sanzang had to lament that the hardships of hell are not enough for outsiders.

    Sun Wukong suddenly lost interest. His feat was regarded as a clown in the eyes of others.  He wanted to leave in anger, but thought of the mission Qin Feng had given him, and was unwilling to follow Tang Sanzang. Seeing that Tang Sanzang was walking slowly alone, with a baggage behind him, he kindly said, "Give it to me, old Sun."  .¡±

    Tang Sanzang was not polite, unloaded the baggage and handed it to Sun Wukong, striding forward. Sun Wukong said, "Since you are going to get Buddhist scriptures, the emperor will not help you pack your luggage or give you a horse."

    Tang Sanzang said, "The poor monk originally wanted a donkey."

    &nbs??, "Everyone is guilty of killing, and the benefactor is not as good as a poor monk. If a poor monk in hell is familiar, he can still chat with acquaintances."

    After he finished speaking, he put down the hatchet and sat on the ground, his blood-stained hands slightly closed, his eyes full of piety, and he recited the death curse for these desperadoes.

    After finishing the work, he called Sun Wukong without any courtesy, "Dig a hole and bury it."

    At dawn, Tang Sanzang washed away the dirty blood and handed several human heads to the old man's hands, "Take them to exchange for silver rewards."

    The old man looked at Tang Sanzang's fair face, then looked at those dead heads, rolled his eyes and fainted.

    After this incident, Sun Wukong became more interested in Tang Sanzang. He said to Tang Sanzang, "You are different from what I, old Sun, imagined."

    Tang Sanzang didn¡¯t reply to him and concentrated on his way. Sun Wukong couldn¡¯t hold it in any longer, ¡°Why didn¡¯t you ask?¡±

    Tang Sanzang didn't even turn around, "There are only two words good or bad in people's control. If you see the poor monk killing people and not leaving, it means you don't hate the poor monk. You must praise the poor monk. The poor monk is tired of hearing praises for the poor monk. Donor  It¡¯s better to skip it.¡±

    Sun Wukong said, "Who wants to praise you! I, the old Sun, have praised you all over the world, but I will not praise you as a monk."

    Tang Sanzang replied lightly.

    "oh."

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    Donghuang Taiyi did not stay in Biyou Palace for too long. He felt that standing in front of Qin Feng and Tongtian was like the sun hanging in the sky, extremely dazzling and an eyesore.

    He said goodbye to Qin Feng and planned to go to Lu Ya to talk to him about his troubles.

    "I feel good." Lu Ya said.

    Donghuang Taiyi had an ominous premonition.

    Lu Ya found a lot of fanzines, all about Lu Ya and Kong Xuan, and Lu Ya picked up one at random.

    "Kong Xuan and I have tried many postures. These female cultivators are quite powerful."

    Donghuang Tai lost color in an instant.

    It is a good thing to have fun with the people.

    Thank you little angels for voting for me~

    Thank you to the little angel who threw [landmines]: Poor mountains and rivers bring out unruly people 4 pieces, Don¡¯t make trouble 1 piece, Fang Shishi 1 piece, Jiuyi 1 piece, Lizi 1 piece

    Thank you to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: out of poor mountains and rivers, unruly people come out 2 pieces

    ?Thank you to the little angel who threw [bazooka]: out of poor mountains and harsh waters come out unruly people 1 piece

    Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

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