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

Chapter 113 Where have all the merits of the great rise of Buddhism gone?

After the words fell, the three apprentices silently raised the weapons in their hands and aimed at the ice cave.

There was a rustling sound under the ice cave, and soon an old turtle came out.

It had seen the power of these three weapons at the bottom of the river just now. As soon as the old turtle came out of the water, he hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, do it, wait a minute!"

"Several holy monks, Lao Chan is a native cultivator of Tongtian River, and his territory was successively occupied by King Inspiration and Prince Mo'ang. I came here to thank these holy monks for killing those two people, and to vent my bad anger on Lao Chan's behalf!"

The old turtle climbed onto the ice and gratefully handed over to Tang San and the others.

Originally, he thought that he could establish a relationship with Prince Mo'ang, become a member of the West Sea Dragon Clan, and later use the merits of the River God to achieve righteousness.

But who would have thought that it would just watch Prince Moang disappear at the bottom of the river.

This forced him to rethink his way out,

Seeing that the Buddhist scriptures were about to leave, it swam to the shore in a hurry.

Tang Sanzan glanced at him, and said coldly: "You just say thank you? You use this to test the Buddhist scriptures? Which Buddhist scriptures can't stand your test?"

"This……"

The old turtle hesitated for a moment, raised his head and said, "I can carry a few holy monks across the river!"

The old turtle said his value.

In fact, the original task assigned to him by Buddhism was to help pilgrims cross the river here, but now there was an accident in the script.

Tang San pointed his finger at the thick ice and said, "Do I need you to carry me across the river?"

"What's more, I've already crossed the river. Do you want to send me there again?"

The old tortoise looked at the ice, and then at his feet.

"This……"

Tang Sanzian waved his hand impatiently: "Go and stay wherever it's cool!"

The old turtle hesitated.

When it appeared this time, it was secondary whether it could carry Tang San's disciples across the river. The main thing was to complete the task assigned to him by Buddhism.

After all, now that Prince Moang is dead, the line of the Dragon King of the West Sea cannot be reached.

He must firmly grasp the line of Buddhism.

After hesitating for a while, the old turtle said, "To be honest, I still have something to ask!"

Tang Sanzian's eyes turned cold: "You are empty-handed. Are you asking for help?"

The old turtle said hastily: "As long as the holy monk agrees, I will be rewarded handsomely in the future!"

Tang Sanzan smiled disdainfully: "Are you writing a bad check with me here? Painting cakes for me? I'm much more proficient at this job than you!"

Old Turtle: ...

Why are you monk so utilitarian?
After struggling for a moment, the old tortoise spat out a ball of white light.

He said with a painful face: "Holy Monk, this is the original essence of my many years of cultivation. If the Holy Monk is willing to ask the Buddha for me, when will I be able to achieve the right result, the little old man will dedicate this to the Holy Monk!"

In order to get Tang Sanzan to agree, the old turtle spent a lot of money.

Several apprentices couldn't help being stunned for a few seconds, and all raised their heads to look at Tang Sanzan.

He is willing to give away the source of his cultivation just to ask a question. This is quite courageous!
Tang Sanzan waved his hand to put away the white ball of light.

The old tortoise was both disappointed and a little happy: "The holy monk agreed?"

Tang Sanzan's face turned cold: "Promise what?"

"Didn't the holy monk already accept..."

"Which eye of yours saw me collect things?"

"Can I, the dignified Buddhist scripture collector, accept your things?!"

When the old turtle heard these words, he felt as if there were ten thousand ants crawling on his body.

Damn it, why does this monk look like a bandit?

"Holy Monk, since you don't want to, can you still..."

"Repay what?"

Tang Sanzian said with cold eyes: "Bold monster! I can tell at a glance that you are not a good monster!"

"What you practice is yourself. You old turtle put the cart before the horse and gave away all the roots of your cultivation just to ask others when you can achieve enlightenment?"

In order to pave the way for the difficulty of 81, the old tortoise also lost his head.

"Think about it, will I believe such a clumsy excuse?"

"Instead of cultivating yourself, why not take the time to improve your acting skills, little brother!"

"Remember, the person who killed you is a pilgrim who traveled to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures!"

Zhu Bajie clicked his tongue: "Looks like he is another fool who lost his pants after being deceived by Buddhism."

With Tang Sanzian's wave of his hand, the AK47 in Sun Xingzhe's hand directly left a bloody hole on the old turtle's head!
A resentment that was almost condensed into substance rose into the sky and headed straight to the west!

at the same time.

The land of dark demons surged instantly...

Countless demonic energies were like sharks smelling blood, constantly crashing into the cracks that had been repaired by merit.

The ancient Buddha Diengeng who was in charge of guarding the land of dark demons opened his eyes instantly, and through the gap, he saw a big demon grinning and sticking out its scarlet tongue.

"Jie Jie Jie, Jie Jie Jie..."

"Bold and evil, dare to provoke?"

Ran Deng raised the bronze lamp in his hand, and immediately cast mana to strengthen the gap.

"You have been guarding the Dark Demon Land for so long. Is it hard for you alone?"

"Look, have all the Buddhas in Lingshan ever paid attention to you again?"

"Now that you are being dragged down by this place, you will no longer have the qualifications to compete with Tathagata and Maitreya for the position of Buddha!"

"Are you willing?"

In the magic energy, there are constantly seductive voices coming out.

"Give up. As long as you let me out, you will be our greatest hero!"

"I promise you, I will let you sit on the throne of Buddha in the West in the future!"

When the burning lamp ancient Buddha heard this sentence, his eyes flickered, and his heart seemed to be struggling.

"Don't think about it, only I can help you, only me!"

The voice in the magic mist seemed to hit the heart of the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng, making people unable to help but sink.

"Is it really possible?"

Hearing the sound of the burning lamp, the magic mist instantly transformed into a Buddha exactly like the burning lamp, with a hint of joy on his face.

"Yes, it is possible!"

"Come on, come close to me. As long as you open this crack, everything will be as you wish!"

The persuasive voice of the magic mist seemed to have completely charmed the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp.

I saw his eyes were empty, approaching the crack step by step.

Seeing this scene, the demonic mist tried its best to break out of the gap...

"Hehe, you've been fooled!"

"what?!"

Before the magic fog could react, the eyes of Ran Deng suddenly became clear, and the ancient bronze lamp in his hand burst into bright flames.

The flame seemed to have spirituality, following the escaping little magic energy, it rushed into the magic mist in an instant!

Ahhh! ! !
Suddenly, there was a horrible cry in the magic fog...

Seeing the successful attack, there was no trace of joy on his face.

Looking at Lingshan suspiciously, Ran Deng murmured: "This day is about to change..."

"It's just why the merits of Buddhism have not increased after the journey to the west has begun? Instead... it has been secretly lost?"

Ran Deng looked at the Dark Demon Land suspiciously. Since the start of Journey to the West, the magic energy in this Dark Demon Land has not decreased, but has increased day by day!
In contrast, the merits received by Lingshan are decreasing day by day...

Even when he came to guard the land of dark demons, the Tathagata promised to subsidize him for his merits, but there is no sign of it today.

When he thought of this, Ran Deng Ancient Buddha became a little irritable.

Say every day that Buddhism is flourishing!
But where did the merits and virtues of the great prosperity of Buddhism go?

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(End of this chapter)