Journey to the West: Funeral Mission to the West

Zhu Gangguan, Sha Wujing and Bai Longma clicked their lips, thinking that there was some truth.

At this time, Zhu Gang said: "Master, the westward journey is not empty-handed. I remembered that we have to sign a customs clearance document when we pass through various countries. Only in this way can we prove that you are walking over, not flying. ...well, jumped over."

Tang Sanzan was stunned and said: "Customs clearance document? Has anyone of you seen it? Can we make a home?"

Zhu Gangli stretched out his hand and said: "Master, don't look at us, we haven't seen each other before."

Tang Sanzan stroked his chin and said: "You don't have one, and neither do I. I want to make a fake one, and I don't even know what the real one looks like. This...is difficult."

At this moment, a horse face approached: "Look at the truth, don't you know what it looks like?"

The three looked at each other, and finally said in unison: "Yes!"

In a brand-new Grand Canyon on the westbound road, a monk climbed up and down the rocks like a rock climber.

This person is Tang Seng!

Tang Seng finally found a larger place to stay, put down his burden, took off his shirt, and looked at the muscles on his body that were getting stronger day by day. Tang Sanzang couldn't help roaring: "When I left Chang'an, I didn't have the strength to restrain a chicken. How long have you been out? Climbing mountains, swimming, climbing trees, climbing rocks... I'm almost becoming an all-round scout, okay? Is this really learning from the scriptures, isn't it survival in the wilderness?! Is this a human thing?"

While shouting, a Jialan reminded: "Jin Chanzi, there is someone ahead!"

Tang Seng was stunned for a moment, and looked up, only to see a huge figure standing on the cliff, he was tall, and he was also tall horizontally, with a fat head and big ears holding a rake in his hand...

"Marshal Canopy?!" A Jialan recognized Zhu Ganglu.

Zhu Ganglian grinned and said, "Jialan from Lingshan, long time no see!"

"Marshal Tianpeng, are you ready to abandon evil and do good, get rid of the sea of ​​suffering, and return to the right path?" Jia Lan asked.

Zhu Ganglian looked up at the sky and said, "Hey, it's hard to say."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Ganglian looked at Tang Seng, who was sweating profusely, took off his shirt, and showed strong muscles. His forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and he almost shouted: "Master, why are you here?"

But if you look closely, this monk and Tang Sanzan both have thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the other party's expression is not dumb, nor stupid, and the most important thing is that they don't deserve to be beaten.This is obviously not the bitch Tang Sanzang, it should be the real Tang Sanzang, that is, Jin Chanzi.

Chapter 93 The Bald Entering the Palace 【For Collection】

Zhu Ganglu smiled and said: "Guys, you said that Jin Chanzi is a monk with no strength to restrain a chicken, but from my old pig's point of view, this guy is very strong!"

Hearing this, the Jialan laughed wryly one after another, while Tang Seng wanted to cry but had no tears

Tang Seng asked: "Zhu Gangli, since you followed that fake monk, why did you come back to me?"

Zhu Ganglian rubbed his chin, pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and pointed to the sky and said, "Look, monster!"

Everyone looked up subconsciously, and at the same time, they only felt a gust of flying sand and rocks, and a strong wind!

When they realized something was wrong and looked down, Zhu Ganglian had disappeared.

Everyone hurriedly looked at Tang Seng, Tang Seng was safe and sound, everyone looked at each other, and muttered: "The pig just left and came back, came back and blew, came and went, didn't do anything, what is he planning?"

"Where is my salute? My salute is gone!"

At this time, Tang Seng's exclamation came.

Eighteen Jialan looked at the same time, only to see that the salute in the shoulder pole next to Tang Seng was gone!

Everyone suddenly realized that the pig just came to steal things.

A group of people flew into a rage

"What a marshal of the canopy, what a pig gangren, it's fine to admit that the thief is his father, but he came back to steal my things, it's really hateful!" A Jialan rolled up his sleeves and cursed righteously.

"Yes, yes! Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, this is not the end!"

Hearing the words, Tang Seng was moved and said: "It's very good that everyone has such an idea. Please hurry up and recover my salute, otherwise I will have nothing to eat or drink on this journey westward. Third, I don’t have a mount, and fourth, I don’t have a change of clothes, customs certificate, alms bowl, Zen staff, and cassock. How will I meet the Tathagata in the future? I implore some Dharma protectors, Jialan, to act quickly, and be sure to recover them!”

The eighteen Jialan who were still filled with righteous indignation just heard the words, immediately coughed continuously, then pointed to the sky and said: "Hey, it seems that a monster passed by just now."

"That's not a monster, it's a bird."

"The bird seems to be sick, and its eyes are quite red."

"Really? I didn't see clearly."

Tang Seng looked at these guys who were pretending to be stupid, and he was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

The Jialan's hearts are also bitter, a Zhu Gangman is not easy to deal with, not to mention there is a more fierce Monkey King over there, and Sha Wujing who is not very clear about the details.Of course, the most important thing is that the thief is too bald, and if the Buddha does not take action, whoever will deliver the food

"Jin Chanzi, don't be angry. You should be aware of the actual situation. The fake you are too fierce, and we can't handle it. But since this matter is resolved, it must be resolved. We will move to Lingshan now. Rescue soldiers. I don’t believe it anymore, there are so many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in Lingshan, and no one can accept that fake monk?”

A Jialan expressed his opinion.

Tang Seng nodded and said, "That's fine, then I'll leave it alone and get something to eat first."

After finishing speaking, Tang Seng began to dig a sweet potato by virtue of his self-cultivated survival skills in the wilderness.

At this moment, I saw another tall figure in front of me.

Tang Seng subconsciously protected the sweet potato, and shouted: "Don't go too far! I only have this sweet potato. You don't even want to steal this one, do you?"

Zhu Ganglu scratched his head and said, "Uh, I misunderstood, I misunderstood. Before, I saw that there seemed to be a demon in your salute, so I took it to check it. It turned out to be a misunderstanding, so I will pay you back."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Gangli returned the salute to Tang Seng, and then left without looking back.

Tang Seng sat on the spot, looking at the roasted sweet potato in his hand with a dazed expression: "What's going on?"

The eighteen Jialan also looked incomprehensible, but one thing is for sure, they don't need to go back to Lingshan to find rescuers.

On the other hand, Tang Sanzan and others have made an identical fake one based on the real one.

And being able to make such a thing is also thanks to the versatile Sha Wujing. Except for fighting, he seems to be able to stretch out his hands in other 360 skills.

For this, Tang Sanzan praised him very much

With the certificate of customs clearance, the group didn't wait any longer, and went directly to the palace with the fake certificate of customs clearance.

No one dared to neglect the eminent monk who reported that he was from the Eastern Land Tang Dynasty and went to the Western Paradise to learn Buddhist scriptures outside the palace, so he informed him immediately.

After a while, Tang Sanzan was invited into the hall.

It's just that Zhu Ganglu and Sha Wujing didn't follow in this time, because the guards felt that these two guys were too vicious to enter the palace, so as not to frighten the king and ministers.

In this regard, Zhu Gangli looked at the bald man who had already walked in, shook his head, and muttered: "Hehe, maybe they have misunderstood the word vicious?"

Sha Wujing said sharply: "Small country, short-sighted."

At this moment, in the imperial palace, in the Yin'an Hall.