Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

"The poor monk just talked about what happened on the Futu Mountain."

Zen Master Wuchao finally recovered from his shock.

"Xuanzang, wait a minute."

Xuanzang turned around and looked at Zen Master Wuchao with a "pure" face.

"Does Zen Master have any other orders?"

"Do you want the poor monk to commit suicide and apologize?"

"Also."

talking.

Raising the tin-headed Zen stick in his hand, he was about to hit his own head.

Fog grass!

Zen Master Wuchao finally couldn't sit still.

Jumped down from the giant tree of Wuchao.

Grab the tin-tipped Zen stick.

This is really urgent.

No other supernatural powers or Buddhist teachings are needed.

Xuanzang had an expression of "I want to die, don't pull me".

When I saw the tin head Zen stick was caught.

Let go immediately.

Pulling out a dagger with his backhand, he wiped it on his neck.

Wu Chao stretched out his hand a little.

The dagger shattered.

Xuanzang pulled out a sleeve knife like a magic trick again.

Zen Master Wuchao, a little more.

Then Xuanzang took out a lot of "portable" weapons such as the nine-finger knife, the ring knife, the water-pointing thorn, the fingertip sleeve, the ring-shou knife, and so on. HtΤρS://ωWw.èΒóōKЪàο.ИΕt/

Zen Master Wuchao was numb.

fog grass.

What do you, a monk, do with so many weapons on your body?

How the hell do you hide so many things on your body?

Fog grass?

Just hide your short weapon.

How the hell did you hide this mace?

"enough!"

Zen Master Wuchao finally gave a loud shout.

The Buddha's light shines on his body.

Thousands of miles scattered.

The entire Futu Mountain fell into a stagnation.

Glowing majesty enveloped the eight hundred miles of mountains.

"Xuanzang, your reasons for Buddhism are not wrong."

"You are not guilty, you can continue to send scriptures."

Xuanzang blinked.

"Really?"

Zen Master Wuchao nodded.

"real!"

You just have to go to send the scriptures, you have the final say.

This trip to the west to deliver scriptures is the only chance for Buddhism.

Open up the East and the West, and let the Buddhism of the East spread to the West.Even if Heaven can take the lead.

The harvest of the Eastern Land Buddhism will not be small.

and.

Amitabha Buddha himself still has secret arrangements, which can only be done by connecting the East and the West.

This trip to the west to send scriptures must be completed.

Xuanzang blinked again.

Seeking truth on his face.

"Really?"

Zen Master Wuchao twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Really true."

Chapter 433 The poor monk is ashamed of the Lord Buddha, so he will commit suicide and apologize

Rumble.

over nine days.

The Nantian Gate opens.

The two fairy clouds walked in tacit understanding.

Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi walked on Futu Mountain in tacit speed.

First, self-declaration for the official position of Xianmen.

Then Zhao Jiugong stepped forward and laughed.

"Holy Monk, the Jade Emperor has granted your alms."

He took out a golden toad.

"This treasure is the Treasure-Spitting Golden Toad. Every day at sunrise, it worships the sun and breathes in the energy from the east."

"You can get a hundred taels of gold."

This Treasure-Spitting Golden Toad is not the innate spirit treasure in Wu Shen's hands.

And a copycat.

Genuine products can spit gold ingots infinitely.

This counterfeit product only has a hundred taels of gold per day.

The restrictions can be said to be enormous.

But for Xuanzang and his party, it was enough.

In fact, because most of the way is wilderness.

Many times there is gold that cannot be spent.

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This was obviously calculated by the Haotian Jade Emperor.

Yao Shaosi also came forward and took out a grain bucket the size of a palm.

"This treasure is used to store grain and produce buckets, and its usage is the same as that of the spit treasure Golden Toad. You can get a hundred catties of grain every day."

This is also a counterfeit product.

But for Xuanzang and his party, it was enough.

Xuanzang happily accepted it.

"The poor monk remembers the kindness of the Jade Emperor."

"When the poor monk returns from sending the scriptures successfully, he will definitely spread the good fortune of heaven for Tang Dynasty."

"Of course, the poor monk will never forget the help of the two Gods of Wealth."

This is what Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi were waiting for.

The two gods of wealth laughed.

After meeting Xuanzang for a bow.

It was finally like seeing Zen Master Wuchao.

He bowed with a smile on his face.

"I have seen the Zen Master."

"I still have to go back to the Heavenly Court to report to the Jade Emperor."

"Don't disturb the Zen master."

As a disciple of Jiejiao.

Who doesn't want to scrape the Buddhist gate up and down.

What about saints and good corpses?

You have a temper, you drove a horse and did a game with our heaven?

With Tianting's current strength, it's easy to crush the Eastern Buddhist Sect.

So Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi didn't take Zen Master Wuchao seriously.

Amitabha Buddha himself came, out of respect for the sage himself, he should give some face.

Good corpses.

If he doesn't want to save face, what can he do?

The expression on Zen Master Wuchao's face remained unchanged.

Neri had already gritted his teeth.

The two gods of wealth are right.

Eastern Buddhist sects dare not offend Heaven.

Although Amitabha had a little fantasy at the beginning.

But after Wu Shen brought Sun Wukong to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

Amitabha woke up from his fantasy.

Before there is a way to deal with Wu Shen.

No matter how much power Buddhism has, it cannot offend Heaven.

not to mention.

Even the power of the Eastern Land Buddhism can't beat the power of the Heavenly Court.

After Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi left.

Zen Master Wuchao finally spoke.

"Xuanzang, you..."

But he had only just spoken.

Xuanzang interrupted him.

"The poor monk was wrong."

"I also ask the Zen master to forgive me."