Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

child time.

Silent night.

More than 200 evil monks crept outside Xuanzang's meditation room.

Several thousand catties of firewood were piled up.

Hundreds of catties of oil were poured over.

Guangmou waited for the arrangement to be completed.

Immediately ignite the fire.

Saw the fire raging.

In just one hour or three quarters, the meditation room was wrapped up.

Guangmou sneered.

"Hmph, monk from Chang'an, if you want to blame, blame you for taking our treasure away."

hiss.

and many more.

Guangmou suddenly yelled.

"No. Where is our treasure?"

All the evil monks were stunned at the same time.

Yes.

Where is our treasure?

More than two hundred pairs of eyes.

At the same time, he looked at the burning meditation room.

at last.

Guangzhi screamed.

"Fight the fire!"

More than 200 monks finally reacted at this time.

Qiqi yelled and rushed towards the meditation room.

"Firefighting."

In the Zen room at this time.

The brocade cassock turned into a shield.

Protect the entire interior of the meditation room.

The fire was raging outside.

Inside the meditation room, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Xuanzang nodded in satisfaction.

"The broken cassock can finally come in handy."

Sun Wukong also nodded vigorously.

"Yes, yes. This Amitabha Buddha is too stingy, and he only gave you two acquired treasures, Master."

"He also has the nerve to make a move."

Xuanzang raised his eyebrows.

"Wukong, listen to what you mean, you have a lot of good babies?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Of course."

"Master, don't think that my old grandson usually only uses the golden cudgel, that's the only one he can use."

"And this stick is also an innate spiritual treasure."

"The day after tomorrow baby or something, my grandson always holds it as a toy."

Xuanzang heard it.

came to be interested.

"Then why don't you show it to the teacher?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

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The robe looks like a Taoist robe, with bright precious light, strange fragrance bursting out, and runes flowing.

"Master, look, this myriad transformation Taoist robe is much better than your tattered cassock."

"A low-grade congenital spiritual treasure. Ten thousand dharmas cannot be invaded, and water and fire are not close."

"Let's not talk about this ordinary fire, even the thunderous purple fire of that court, you can't get close to it."

"Master, do you want it?"

Xuanzang stared.

"The poor monk is a monk, so it is inappropriate to wear Taoist robes."

Monkey King then took out another treasure.

This is a lamp.

This lamp has eight palaces and eight anises, and the Yin and Yang of the eight trigrams are positive.

On the octagon, each rune flashes.

inside the lamp.

There is a mass of purple fire.

"Master, look at this, it's called Bagua Jinggong Lantern."

"There is a sky-burning purple fire inside this lamp. This fire is so powerful that it has the ability to burn the sky and boil the sea."

"The ordinary fire outside is just a fart in front of the burning sky purple fire."

"Master, do you want it?"

Xuanzang glared at the monkey again.

"It's starting a fire, and you're taking a better one. Is it appropriate?"

Sun Wukong thought for a while.

So he took out a pair of pokers.

Seems unremarkable.

Take it out.

The fire outside is three points weaker.

While waving, there is even more mysterious and divine power.

Sun Wukong held up the tongs as if offering a treasure.

"This is the fire press tongs, it can overcome all kinds of fires."

"As long as it's the flames that exist in this prehistoric world, it's nothing to worry about under these pokers."

"Master, don't you believe it, if my old grandson really wants to extinguish the fire outside."

"Just a wave. It's done."

Xuanzang looked Sun Wukong up and down.

"This time, why don't you ask if you want to be a teacher?"

Sun Wukong quickly put away the tongs.

"I can't do this, my mother gave it to me, I can't give it to you, Master."

Xuanzang was not only not angry, but smiled with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad, you are a filial monkey."

"No matter what is given by mother, no matter how high or low, it cannot be given to others."

"However, I'm a little curious as a teacher."

"What kind of mother can give birth to a monkey like you?"

As soon as Monkey King mentioned this, he became excited.

"Back then, my mother and my father mended the sky together."

"After the sky is mended, there is one more stone to mend the sky."

"That piece is my grandson."

Xuanzang blinked with interest.

"This paragraph, let me talk about it in detail with my teacher."

The fire was raging outside the Zen room.

In the meditation room, the storytelling session began.

Chapter 427

The three masters and apprentices told stories all night in the meditation room.

Successfully narrowed the relationship between each other.

of course.

Xiaobai's excessive request to become a horse again was rejected.

The night passed.

The next morning.

The three masters and apprentices walked out of the meditation room, and saw that the originally simple and strong Buddhist temple had turned into a white space.

Not only the Chanyuan, but also most of the mountain where the Chanyuan was located was burned down.

Monkey King just glanced at it, and his golden eyes lit up.

"Master, this fire was extinguished by sorcery and Taoism."

Little Bai Aolie's spiritual thoughts swept across the entire monastery, with a long donkey face.

Showing a playful expression.

"Not a single monk died? Interesting."

The voice just fell.

I saw a black-faced man, a white-clothed scholar, and a gray-robed Taoist priest coming out of the corner.

behind them.

Follow the more than two hundred evil monks.

"stop!"

The black-faced man scolded angrily.

There is a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers with anger.

Xuanzang sat on Xiaobai's back, lowered his head and hurried on his way.

Sun Wukong was carrying the golden cudgel, bowed his head and hurried on his way.

Xiaobai, carrying Xuanzang on his back, hurried on with his head bowed.Biquge 789

Like a gust of wind, like a cloud of smoke.