Let you conquer the world of low-level martial arts, what the hell is Journey to the West?

Chapter 202 Offline fans urged for more updates! Senior Brother Xiao Ma from far away...

Arhat Jianglong carefully read the biography of Jigong written by Zhang Tian. The more he read, the more obsessed he became, especially the words said by Jigong.

which is:
Others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through.

Wine and meat pass through the stomach, but remain in the Buddha’s heart!
If people in the world imitate me, it would be like entering the devil's way.

The more I read, the more interesting it felt. I couldn't help but feel happy. I looked at the signature and found that it was not too far from my own.

Therefore, Arhat the Dragon Subduer began to think about urging for an update offline and going to meet the strange man who wrote the book. Even if the other party was not a Buddhist, he must have some connection with Buddhism, otherwise he would not have written the book in such a vivid way.

He cast a spell, asked the abbot of a nearby Buddhist temple, and followed the guidance of the mountain god and the land god. He successfully arrived at the Fangcun Mountain where the person who wrote the biography, Zhang Tian, ​​practiced.

At first glance, the mountain top was only a few thousand feet high.

Jianglong felt like he had met a Buddhist master. He walked very quickly, as if he had worn foot braces. After a few steps back and forth, he reached the top of the mountain and waited for him to knock on the mountain gate.

It was the boy who opened the door again.

He said, "My ancestor no longer accepts disciples. If you want to become my disciple, please go somewhere else. If you are here to visit friends, please tell us your name."

The White Bone Demon is gone.

Without that annoying female demon.

The boy was in a good mood, but when he saw the monk in front of him, his face darkened on the spot, and he did not give Arhat the chance to speak, "The master is not at home, whether you want to become a disciple or visit a friend, come back later."

Then he closed the cave door with a snap.

Whisper quietly.

"My senior brother said that the women down the mountain are not good people, the old men down the mountain are not good people, and the monks down the mountain are even worse!"

He spoke quietly.

But the Arhat Subduing the Dragon who was standing outside the door was a man of extraordinary magical powers. When he heard the child's mutterings, he was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry, knowing that he had been wronged again.

Why do I feel like I can’t stop taking the blame lately, one after another…

The Arhat Jianglong was not annoyed. He found a vacant spot outside the cave and laid on his back without caring about his image. He hummed a little song proudly, "My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, and my cassock is torn~~"

He waits!

And on the other side.

The banquet that Zhang Tian attended in the West Sea was nearing its end. Under the respectful greetings of the Dragon King of the North Sea, the Dragon King of the West Sea, the eldest prince, and many other soldiers and generals, he was ready to get up and leave.

But before leaving, he specifically reminded them, "I took the Sea Covering Pearl back from the Jiao Demon King. Although he can't come to trouble you during this period, I heard that the Jiao Demon King has several powerful brothers, all of whom are peerless demon kings. You have to be extra careful!"

The Northern Dragon King kept saying “forget it, forget it” but he didn’t seem to take it too seriously. He seemed still immersed in the joy of recovering his treasure and fantasizing about the bright prospect of pacifying the North Sea.

Zhang Tian could only give a look to the Great Prince Mo'ang of the West Sea. The other party immediately punched him, having understood the meaning, and said no more.

He left on a cloud.

Heading towards Fangcun Mountain.

Before he landed, he saw a person lying at the door from afar. Zhang Tian didn't pay much attention at first, but when he got closer and took a look, he suddenly felt guilty, because it was actually the Buddhist Arhat Subduing the Dragon.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat. After all, he had just joined forces with Qingniu, Monkey, and Baiyi Wutan to enter Jin Chanzi's secret realm and steal the Golden Immortal's Relics. He thought he had handled it very cleanly, but he didn't expect that he would be visited by people from the Buddhist sect.

Zhang Tian cursed secretly, ready to fight at any time, but he soon found out that he was wrong. This Arhat was not here to track down the thief, but...

"I'm a fan of your book!"

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat laughed, his eyes full of excitement, and waved the biography of Ji Gong in his hand, "Look, look, this paragraph is written very well."

[Faced with the peerless demon king who was charging at them with millions of little demons, the demonic energy was soaring into the sky, the heaven and earth had lost their color, and they vowed to make the human race pay the price in blood.

Jigong was furious, waving the palm leaf fan in his hand, and flew into the sky. The dark clouds in the sky were blocked by him alone. He started killing people without knowing who was the enemy. The human monks who were protected by him burst into tears, waving their swords, and their hearts were filled with boundless courage. They danced their swords in the air and laughed loudly, saying, "Although there are thousands of demons, the human race also has monks. Fellow Taoists! See you in the underworld!"

The leader of Taiwei Sword Sect in Northern Juluzhou died in battle!

Haoran Sect, the God of Fists Aliang, died in battle!
The nameless female swordsman died in battle!

The Taoist priest of Xiaoyao Mountain died in battle!

The immortal from Penglai died in battle!
Monk Da Luo died in battle!
...]

"Such a good person... Why is he written dead..."

The Arhat Subduing the Dragon asked a soul-searching question.

Zhang Tian could only feel ashamed. When he wrote the biography of Ji Gong, it was really just to make more money for the Buddhist community. However, by that time, he had already practiced the Future Bodhi Sutra very well, and it was as if he had grown hundreds of brains, and his inspiration burst out.

I just wrote a little more.

Only the dead are good!
Just like Lu Mingfei will never get the full-bodied Eri.

It seemed like Zhang Xiaofan would never see the laughing Bi Yao again.

Zhang Tian explained repeatedly, fearing that the Arhat who was urging him to update the work offline might suddenly lose his mind and force him to update the work violently, which would be bad.

Fortunately, Arhat Subduing the Dragon was also a rational person. Although he felt it was a pity, he did not pursue it too much. Instead, he talked to Zhang Tian about Buddhism. Then, seeing that Zhang Tian did not seem interested, he started talking about other things.

The more we talk, the more topics we have.

The more we talked, the more interesting it became.

Zhang Tian saw that the Arhat was getting happier and happier. He knew that he must have been involved in the Arhat's descent to the mortal world. He immediately wanted to make amends for it. "There is a Buddha on my mountain. Fellow Daoist, please come with me!"

Jianglong heard this.

I don’t know what came to mind.

He turned pale and ran away in fear.

Zhang Tian was left with a confused look on his face. He shook his head and thought to himself that it was a pity. He returned to the mountain and talked about this interesting incident with Qingniu, even showing off a lot.

"See? I'm a fan of the book too!"

"I have one too!"

"Your words don't count, I'm a true fan."

"Aren't yellow fans true fans?"

"..."

Zhang Tian was speechless. After all, if his brother’s black fans could become true fans, why couldn’t Qingniu’s yellow fans become true fans?

He shook his head, thought for a while, and said to Qingniu, "Old Niu, you are the ox of Laojun's family. I believe you are proficient in the art of refining magic weapons. Can you help me transform the Ruyi Mirror?"

He explored and researched on his own.

But the Ruyi Mirror did not make much progress. Its communication range was relatively short, and it only had the function of chatting, which was like a useless tool.

Qingniu sneered, "What kind of rubbish are those magic weapons you have? I, Old Niu, can do it with just one magical power. Wouldn't it be better to chat face to face?"

"If this Ruyi Mirror is well researched, it will not only have the function of chatting, but can also print money directly!"

“Print money directly?”

Qingniu expressed his doubts. What kind of powerful magic weapon could have such a function? Could it be that it was loaded with the magical power to turn stone into gold?
Zhang Tian groaned, "Then I have to start from that distant senior brother Xiao Ma..."

(End of this chapter)