Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 103 Could it be that Buddha couldn’t afford it? (Please give me a monthly ticket to reward me with recommended votes)

"Arrogant?"

Immortal Yang Li looked at Tang San Zan with a sneer on his face as if he had heard some joke.

"Monk, do you know what it is to despise heaven?"

Tang San was too lazy to explain to him, so he waved his hand and asked Zhu Bajie to come up.

There is really no need to waste your time on a monster like this who is not even a minor player in heaven.

Zhu Bajie had just finished disposing of the corpses of Immortal Huli and Immortal Luli.

Holding a boning knife in his hand, he walked up to Immortal Yang Li with a smile.

"What are you talking about being arrogant? My old pig used to work in the Heavenly Court, so now I don't work honestly for Master?"

Zhu Bajie shook his head.

Under the horrified gaze of Immortal Yang Li, a boning knife was inserted into his head with precision.

Immortal Yangli, who showed his original shape, jumped on the ground with his hind legs a few times, but soon became silent.

Seeing that the three national teachers they admired had all turned into monsters, the people around couldn't help but gasped.

The gazes looking at Tang Sanzan and the others were full of fear.

Damn it, this time Che Chiguo is here to be a ruthless monk!

After Zhu Bajie quickly cut up the three monsters, he shouted at Tang Sanzan: "Master, the tiger penis, deer antler, and leg of lamb are all ready, where should we go for dinner?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden silence around the altar.

King Che Chi who was not far away was so frightened that he fell off his chair when he heard it.

Although the three national masters have acted somewhat arrogantly in the past two years, compared with the meat-eating monk in front of them, they pale into insignificance...

Although trembling, the king summoned up his courage and shouted: "Several holy monks, if you don't mind, please come to Zhiyuan Temple for dinner!"

Only then did Tang Sanzong remember that there was a king here, but he was not polite.

After finally arriving in the human country, naturally we would not just find an open space for a picnic.

After all, who wouldn’t want to experience a high standard of dining if possible?

Tang Sanzun wiped his bald head, took out the customs clearance document from his arms and threw it at King Che Chi.

"What about that? The poor monk is from the Tang Dynasty. If you stamp this customs clearance document, the rest of it will have nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"

King Chechi quickly picked up the customs clearance document and asked his men to run to the palace to get the jade seal.

When he was free, King Chechi casually opened the customs clearance document, but as soon as he saw the top row of words, his blood pressure soared with anger!
Are the people of Datang amazing?

But he looked at Tang Sanbu's master and apprentice, and then brainwashed himself with Ah Q.

Ok.

The monks in Datang really can't be provoked!

King Che Chi finally finished the jade seal honestly.

The arranger respectfully sent Tang Sanzan and his party to Zhiyuan Temple.

Because the monks at Zhiyuan Temple had already been driven away, the king had no choice but to send people from the palace to act as waiters temporarily.

Tang Sanbian took out the mandarin duck pot and barbecue grill given by the system.

Then he said: "You guys go and bring me some vegetables!"

"Yes!"

The waiter who was arranged did not dare to neglect.

After a while, the ingredients were delivered to the master and apprentice in the same way.

"Little pig, save the tiger penis, antler and leg of lamb. You can study the recipe and cook some good dishes later!"

"Let's have some hot pot to deal with it today!"

Zhu Bajie nodded, and Sun Xingzhe and Sha Wujin also stepped forward to help.

Slices of tiger meat, venison, and mutton were cut neatly.

As the hot pot soup boiled, Tang Sanjuan impatiently picked up the chopsticks, rolled up the sliced ​​meat and scalded it inside.

"Three, two, one!"

The meat slices are cooked as soon as they change color, and when paired with a variety of side dishes and toppings, the aroma is instantly apparent!

"What smells so good?"

"Hush! You are crazy, that is a few holy monks eating!"

"Fuck, this is the first time I've seen a monk who eats meat. This smells better than the ones eaten in the palace!"

"Grumbling..."

At this moment, all the waiters in Zhiyuan Temple could not help but swallow their saliva.

Some waiters who were closer to Tang Sanbu's master and apprentice stared straight at the hot pot.

I can't wait to grab a piece of meat from the pot and eat it.

But when they thought that the three national teachers were cooking in this pot, everyone became sober in an instant.

Even the national teacher has become a dish!

I still stand on my post honestly, don't think about these things!
An hour later, the foreheads of several people were sweating.

Tang Sanzian looked at the several empty wine bottles on the table, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Disciples, it's boring to drink and eat meat. I'm happy for my master today, and I'll teach you how to punch!"

"Let's say yes first, the loser will have a glass of wine and a slap in the face!"

Upon hearing this request, Sun Xingzhe and Zhu Bajie, who were already drunk, were immediately eager to give it a try.

And Sha Wujin hesitated for a moment and said: "Master, don't slap your mouth, okay?"

"Why, you can still beat me?" Tang Sanzan looked at Sha Wujin suspiciously.

Sha Wujin said with a full face of grievance: "I'm afraid my face will be swollen..."

Sha Wujin is a loyal and honest person, and what he is least good at is playing games.

If he really slapped his mouth, he must be the one who will suffer at that time.

Tang Sanzan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "That's all right, don't slap your mouth, let's change our minds!"

"Brained?"

Sha Wujin still hasn't reacted.

Tang Sanzan didn't explain much, he stretched out his fingers and let out a sigh of relief, then pointed at Sha Wujin's head.

"Boom~"

After the crisp sound, Sha Wujin covered his head and was about to cry.

"Look at how little you can do. You're crying before I even try hard."

Sha Wujin didn't dare to answer the question. After understanding the rules, the three of them started punching each other for fun.

"One crab, eight claws!"

"It's so big with two pointed ends!"

"My eyes are squeezed! My neck is shrinking!"

"Climb and climb across the sandy river!"

"How are you two? Who should drink?"

"666, who will drink first!"

"Five chiefs, who will drink first!"

Before Sha Wujin could react, Tang Sanzan caught the flaw and stretched out his sinful fingers.

"Boom~"

Sha Wujin covered his forehead in pain, and two obvious bulges appeared on his head...

"Eight horses, who drinks first?"

"Seven Stars Photo, who will drink first!"

For a moment, the voices of Tang Sanjian's master and apprentice echoed throughout Zhiyuan Temple.

After Sun Xingzhe played a few games with Zhu Bajie and found that he was not his master's opponent, he laid down on the chair from his heart in the name of being drunk.

Only the stupid Sha Wu didn't believe in evil, and drank cup after cup.

So much so that the more he played, the more he became obsessed with it, and the bulge on his head became more and more numerous!

Tang San's fingers hurt. Looking at his head full of murderers, he couldn't bear to say, "Why don't we stop playing?"

"Come, come, it's okay, master, let's continue!"

With all the killings done, he could not listen to Tang San's advice at this moment.

Then...

There are a few more small bags on top of the big bag.

Tang San was really helpless, because there was really no place to start with his forehead, so he had no choice but to destroy the area that had already been covered up a second time.

Sun Xingzhe and Zhu Bajie were just pretending to squint their eyes, but when they opened their eyes and saw the faces of the murderers, they couldn't hold back any longer.

Zhu Bajie and Sun Xingzhe looked at each other.

Zhu Bajie couldn't help but said to Sha Wujin: "Xiaosha, do you think the Buddha lost in the fist fight with Master back then, and the big bags on his head were all ejected by Master?"

Sha Wujin touched the big bag and the small bag on his head, he was really similar to Buddha.

I also thought that Master is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of the Buddha...

Sha Wujin suddenly had a bold idea in his mind!

Could it be that the Buddha couldn't afford it, so he was kicked into reincarnation by his master?

(End of this chapter)