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

Chapter 121 I, Tang, are all in Spring and Autumn
"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The old woman's face was full of disdain and she didn't even move her body.

After being hit by her ghost baby technique, it was difficult to even stand up and walk, let alone hit someone.

Sun Xingzhe, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujin silently drew their weapons.

It's a bit difficult to move though.

But for the innate spirit treasure bestowed by the master, you only need to aim it and pull the trigger. It doesn't take much effort at all, does it?

The moment the gun locked onto the old woman, a feeling of horror instantly enveloped her head.

"Impossible, you guys, how can you still have the strength?"

The old woman's voice was shrill, and she had a bad premonition in her heart.

Zhu Bajie looked at the frightened old woman and sneered: "It's impossible for you to be a der. Do you think you will win if you don't let us move?"

"Eat me!"

Not to be outdone even after all the killing, he endured the pain in his abdomen and lifted Gatlin directly to the ground.

"You bitch, you dare to frame me here!"

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

The bullets sprayed by Gatling and laser cannons caused the old woman's expression to change, and she immediately rushed over with the black mist covering her body.

The baby's shrill screams rang out in the black mist, but it actually blocked this wave of attacks.

I don't know how many children this old woman has killed. The babies in the black mist seem to be endless. Under her control, they are scrambling towards the bullets...

Relying on the human sea tactic, he actually blocked Gatlin's intensive bullets.

Seeing this scene, Tang Sanzan's face was extremely gloomy.

"Little monkey, it's up to you!"

Sun Xingzhe does not have weapons of mass destruction, but the AK47 in his hand is more flexible.

I saw him slowly raising the AK47 and looking at the old woman swaying flexibly from side to side.

A cruel smile appeared on his face: "If walking is useful..."

"What do you want my grandson to do?"

"Da da da!"

A round of AK47 bullets shot directly at the old woman through the gaps in the black fog.

At this time, the old woman was obviously aware of the danger, but with the Eight Realms and Killings in front of her, she could no longer concentrate on defending.

not to mention!
The AK47 in Sun Xingzhe's hand is the executioner of the Journey to the West team.

A shuttle shot down with precision at close range, not many people can handle it!

The bullet penetrated the old woman's chest in an instant!

The black mist that enveloped her instantly lost its source of power and began to disintegrate little by little.

The countless ghost babies who were originally controlled by the old woman now had a smile of relief on their faces.

"Pfft!"

The old woman no longer had the strength to support herself, and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Before he died, he stared at Tang San's burial with unwillingness and murmured: "I regret that I shouldn't... I regret that I entered the River Styx!"

"I regret being an Asura!"

Tang Sanzan looked at the old woman expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice: "On the journey to the west, whether it is a good person or a bad person, I, Tang Sanzan, have only one purpose. As long as you dare to stop me, there will only be one end!"

"Let me ask you, where is Po'er Cave in Jie Yang Mountain?"

Hearing this sentence, the old woman smiled miserably as if she had returned to the light.

"Ho ho, you can't get in, and you won't live long without me to lead you... you won't live long!"

"Noisy!"

A stiff smile appeared on Tang Sanzan's face, and he stepped on the old woman's head, directly ending her life.

"Looks like I still have to go to Daughter's Country to ask where the hole is..."

Tang Sanzun took a deep breath, and there were already embarrassing images in his mind.

"Master, this ghost baby method is a method created by the ancestor Minghe, what should we do?"

Zhu Bajie held his big belly and looked at Tang San with a look of despair.

Ancestor Ming He!

That was a big-shot figure in the prehistoric era, an existence that was infinitely close to that of a saint.

If he hadn't obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he might have become a saint and an ancestor long ago.

Tang Sanzian said with a gloomy face: "Don't worry, there is still a way!"

"There is a Po'er Cave in Jieyang Mountain nearby. There is a birth spring in there, which can be used to solve ghost babies!"

Hearing that there was a way, Zhu Bajie's face lit up: "Master, let's go quickly now, I feel like this ghost baby is about to come out of my belly!"

At this moment, Zhu Bajie's stomach swelled so exaggeratedly that he even started to gasp for breath when speaking.

"But I don't know exactly where Jieyang Mountain is, so I need to find a local to ask!"

"Aaron, come here quickly and take us to the nearest house to ask where Jie Yang Mountain is!"

Aaron, the only one in the Buddhist scripture collection team who didn't drink water, looked at Zhu Bajie and couldn't help but say: "Second Senior Brother, it's a good thing I didn't listen to you at the time, otherwise you wouldn't be able to find anyone to take you."

"Is this the chaff you ate?"

Zhu Bajie: ...

Several people got into the Humvee and were about to set off, but they were surrounded by the ghost babies who had escaped from the old woman.

Tang Sanzian frowned: "Now that you are out of trouble, why don't you reincarnate because you want to lose your soul?"

These ghost babies were born from the resentment of the under-month-old babies, plus they were forced into men's bodies to conceive, thus giving birth to such deformed creatures.

Spiritual intelligence is very low, no one can control it, only the most instinctive ability to seek good luck and avoid evil.

But after hearing Tang Sanzan's words, these ghost babies moved regularly, and then formed an arrow shape in the air.

Tang Sanzian narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want to take us to Jie Yang Mountain?"

The arrow turned into an upside-down exclamation mark and nodded towards Tang Sanzian.

"Aaron, follow these ghost babies!"

The Humvee started, followed the ghost babies all the way south, and finally drove into a wilderness.

A dilapidated cave appeared in front of the master and apprentice.

Hole!
"It's here!"

Tang Sanzan got out of the car first, followed by three apprentices holding their stomachs.

Zhu Bajie, who drank the most water, was already sweating coldly due to the pain in his stomach.

As soon as he entered the broken hole, a gust of wind rushed straight to his forehead.

A giant spider web blocks the way.

"Aaron, break the broken net!"

Now in the team, only Aaron still has fighting power.

Tang Sanbian gave an order, and Aaron stretched out his right claw and tore a hole in the spider web.

After the master and disciples squeezed in through this opening, the space in Po'er Cave suddenly became larger.

Countless black mist filled the entire cave, and the skeletons of countless babies filled most of the cave like sculptures.

The scene is spectacular!

Only an ancient well in the center of the cave seemed to have magical power, preventing the black mist from approaching it.

"This should be the Abortion Spring. Aaron, go get some water!"

Aaron nodded, fetched a bucket of water from the well, and gave it to Tang Sanbu and others to drink.

After a while, the pain in the abdomen suddenly disappeared.

The stomach visibly subsided directly...

"Don't be stunned, look at the good things in this hole and move them for me!"

When the disciples heard this, they rummaged through the cave to find it without any hesitation.

This hole is indeed the lair of the old woman, and the things inside are basically some evil cultivation methods.

Tang Sanzan glanced at a series of methods such as "Blood Sacrifice Dafa", "Sura Secret Code", among which only one book caught Tang Sanzan's attention.

See the exquisite cover and the domineering title of the book.

Tang Sanbian couldn't help but read out: "Journey to the West: The Rough Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather."

The name sounds interesting, so good...collect it first.

After searching for a long time, I didn't find anything of value.

On the contrary, it was Zhu Bajie who mysteriously approached Tang Sanzan with two yellowed books.

"Master, good things are dedicated to honoring you!"

Tang Sanzan looked at the cover and said solemnly: "What is this? I, Tang, read Chunqiu!"

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