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

Chapter 339: Bai Ze Divine Beast? A little pet given to the ancestor
"In 1974, I won the championship for the first time in my daily kickboxing!"

"The next day, we defeated the octopus monster Tagor."

"Then for three consecutive months, I defeated all the monsters from all over the world, even from outer space! I became the final winner, nicknamed Devil Taro!"

Song Shuhang couldn't bear to watch. The so-called leader who was proficient in boxing had already been knocked to the ground by a punch. His eyes were filled with unwillingness, but he was not dead.

It’s not that he can withstand a beating.

Instead, Song Shuhang showed mercy and showed hesitation in his expression. In the end, he did not choose to kill the other party. He held the other party with one hand, dodging all the way, and brought the other party back to Zhang Tian. How should this be handled?
This was his first time to come into contact with disputes in the cultivation world, and from the tone of the other party, the ghost spirit that he had captured with the palu ball with the help of Zhang Tian seemed to be raised by the other party. He didn't know whether he should return it to the other party.

His bizarre idea directly shocked the pharmacist. After all, the world of cultivation was not a kind place. They would fight when they should be fought and kill when they should be killed. It was even common for many cultivators to secretly fight for resources.

This forum leader did evil things and even attacked from behind. Shouldn't Song Shuhang be killed by him?
The pharmacist frowned, feeling that the other party was something... a saint... something...

But he soon felt that it made sense, because he heard Song Shuhang whisper, "Didn't I join the Buddhist sect? Shouldn't I be able to kill people at will?"

Song Shuhang always felt like a pervert. He looked at the leader of the forum and felt neither sympathy nor fear in his heart. Instead, he was ready to make a move. However, he thought that he was a Buddhist, so it seemed that if he put down his butcher knife, he would become a Buddha right away.
Maybe, not only can we not kill people, but we must also compensate the other party and persuade him/her to be a good person with all our heart?
It’s very troublesome anyway!

Just as Song Shuhang was feeling anxious, Zhang Tian frowned and started talking, "What kind of old-fashioned Buddhism is this? It's too old-fashioned. We should have modern thinking and keep up with the times. The bad guys should be killed. After all, as those netizens said, if the bad guys don't die, should we die?"

"Killing someone will be a sin..."

"Buddha, I will bless you!"

Song Shuhang apologized for all the modernization he had complained about before. What was wrong with modernization? Modernization was wonderful!

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with the matter without leaving the body, he heard the pharmacist next to him suddenly kneel down with his hands clasped together, looking so pious.

Song Shuhang originally thought that the other party was worshipping Zhang Tian, ​​the old Buddha. He turned around and found that he was in the wrong position. He was still muttering, "Greetings to Master Bai, Senior Bai, good luck!"

Senior Bai? Master Bai?
A reclusive boss in the chat group.

I heard that he was in seclusion for more than 170 years.

I'm about to leave the country soon.

As a result, before the person came out, the pharmacist had already knelt down and started to pray. After understanding the reason, Song Shuhang looked at him with contempt, "Brother, a man's knees are made of gold. Although he is a big shot, you are too flattering!"

People must have dignity!

"I do remember a little about that Bai Zhenjun. I think his true form is Bai Ze..." Zhang Tian had some impression, but not much. He knew it after seeing him. He touched his chin and said, "I heard that he is a divine beast that is born with good luck. If you have a relationship with him, you can be promoted, get rich, have a good wife, have many children, pass the exam, pass the civil service exam, have healthy parents, and have a smooth career..."

He heard it anyway.

After all, he had never seen this kind of mythical beast in the world of Journey to the West, nor had he ever heard of it. It felt like a mythical beast unique to other worlds.

Zhang Tian was still wondering whether there were such rare items in the main god space when he heard a plop. Song Shuhang actually knelt down and huddled together with the pharmacist. He imitated the other and shouted "Good luck to Master Bai" with great determination!
Zhang Tian: ...What did you say just now?

"A man's knees are made of gold, and now is the time to exchange them. Great Master Bai, please lend me your luck and protect me from going astray in my practice! Protect my parents' health, and protect my eldest son from longevity!"

After knowing that Master Bai was extremely lucky, and that contact with him would increase his luck, Song Shuhang saw the chat group discussing who would pick him up from retreat, and his eyes immediately lit up. In the stunned expression of the pharmacist, he accepted the job without hesitation.

Shu Shan was under great pressure: "I'm a newcomer! I have admired Senior Bai's name for a long time, so let me pick him up from retreat!"

The Jiuzhou chat group, which was originally noisy, suddenly fell silent. Almost all the practitioners were stunned, unable to imagine where this powerful warrior came from who was so brave and dared to take on such a difficult task.

The pharmacist's eyes widened, and he thought Song Shuhang was crazy. He was a rare warrior in the world, and yet he was so brave!
What he didn't expect was that Zhang Tian actually praised him. "Well, you brought him to me. I'm still very curious about him. If he is really a mythical beast, I'll think about it and send him to my master as a decoration."

After all, this is a rare thing that does not exist in the world of Journey to the West. His master, Patriarch Bodhi, once raised a monkey out of boredom. Now that the little golden monkey has become a master, it would be nice to have a small pet. It can be regarded as a filial piety for him as an apprentice.

Pharmacist:!
Pharmacist: Are you okay? Are you okay? That senior Bai in the chat group was a seventh-grade master before he went into seclusion! You let such a top master be a pet. Are you crazy or am I crazy?

Zhang Tian muttered again, "But I feel that his cultivation is still a little weak. He is only at the seventh rank. It seems a bit beneath his status to be a pet for the master."

Pharmacist: ...

He felt that Zhang Tian was bragging. Zhang Tian did not explain anything, but just asked Song Shuhang to do it as soon as possible. It was the first task assigned to him. Song Shuhang agreed readily, and then began to study all kinds of information about receiving masters out of retreat. However, just taking a look at it, he felt a little confused.

"I know the instruction manuals for modern electrical appliances, after all, ancient monks had no access to technology. I also know tips on using mobile phones, and I also know that I need to apply for a legal ID card."

"But this warning, please remind the people leaving the customs not to cut open the belly of the mount called a car and rescue it, it feels a bit weird..."

Song Shuhang had a strange look on his face. Would there really be a cultivator who would treat a car as a man-eating monster, rip it open with a sword, and rescue the people?

He thought it was a little outrageous, and then he saw something even more outrageous.

“Please don’t choose to practice in seclusion in a desolate and deserted Gobi desert!”

To be honest, let alone the ancient practitioners in seclusion, even Song Shuhang, a modern man, was a little confused. "Is there anything special about it?"

The pharmacist sighed, "This has to start with a story about one of your predecessors who practiced cultivation. He chose a remote place to practice cultivation, saying that he would go into seclusion for a hundred years, and then... it was bombed!"

“Developing in such a remote place?”

"I don't know. Someone dropped an atomic bomb on him for no apparent reason. He was so scared that he thought the sky was falling! He almost went insane!"

Song Shuhang: What bullet?

(End of this chapter)