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

Chapter 182 The Fair and Just Taishang Laojun
"Oh, when did you leave your belt inside? No wonder I feel uncomfortable wearing clothes in the past few days."

After Tang Sanzun threw out a golden rope, the cold sweat on Ziyang's face began to drip down.

"Impossible, it can't be true!"

"He is a Buddhist disciple, so it is impossible for him to have anything to do with Laojun, absolutely impossible!" Master Ziyang comforted himself constantly.

Until Tang Sanzan pulled out the fanning King Yinjiao from the space of the pagoda, Master Ziyang couldn't hold back any longer.

"If those things just thrown out might be fake, then this Taishang Laojun's boy can't be fake, right?"

"When I put incense on Laojun every day, I stared at the portrait intently."

With trembling hands, Master Ziyang slowly touched Yinjiao.

"Fuck, who the hell are you?"

"I, Silver Horn, am a decent person, don't mess with me!"

King Yinjiao frowned when he saw the real person Ziyang, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Holy Monk, I was fanning the stove just now. Why did you take out the stove?"

King Yinjiao glanced at Master Ziyang, and then looked at Tang Sanzong with a flattering expression.

"It's nothing. I'm not thinking that you're too stuffy in there. I want you to come out and get some air..."

King Yinjiao waved his hand in flattery: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem, it's not a problem to make alchemy for the holy monk!"

"Holy Monk, why don't you look for that feather coat..."

Master Ziyang looked at Yin Jiao so humbly, and didn't want Tang San to look for Yuyi anymore.

"That's not possible. One code is one code. How can we change our minds at will about what we just agreed upon?"

"If this gets out, others will think that I, Tang Sanzan, did not keep my promise!"

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Master Ziyang's face instantly turned the color of bitter melon.

Oh shit!

Even Yinjiao has given you alchemy, what the hell do I need a feather coat for?

Aren’t you a Buddhist Buddhist scripture seeker?

How come it has something to do with our Taoist sect?
Master Ziyang thought about it in his mind and made up his mind that no matter what the outcome would be later, he would not want this feather coat and would treat it as a gift to Tang San for burial.

Just think of it...just make a good relationship with this Buddhist scripturer!
Immortal Ziyang was extremely depressed at the moment.

Did not expect ah did not expect.

I went around and around, and in the end I didn't ask for Yuyi, but in the end it became a voluntary gift...

Just as Master Ziyang was contemplating, Tang Sanzan moved someone out from the space of the Pagoda...

"Damn it, you old guy is really heavy?" Tang Sanzan's arms were exposed with veins.

"Old, old... Laojun?!"

When Master Ziyang saw this person's appearance, his brain went blank in an instant. After living for so many years, he couldn't even speak clearly.

Even at this moment he wondered if he was dreaming.

who am I?
Where am i?

Why did I meet Taishang Laojun here?

Master Ziyang kept swallowing his saliva, and even wanted to stretch out his hand to touch whether the Taishang Laojun was a model in disguise...

But before he could take action, the powerful aura of Taishang Laojun Zhunsheng swept across in an instant.

"What did you find me out for again?"

Taishang Laojun said angrily: "Next time you come to me, you can just yell, don't smack my belt!"

"It makes me have to sit here now, I can't even stand up!"

Tang Sanzun stroked his bald head, pointed to Master Ziyang and said, "I can't find a piece of Ziyang's clothes. I suspect that you are wearing it, so I want to check it."

Taishang Laojun: ...

Ziyang Zhenren:......

Taishang Laojun glanced at Ziyang Master, and said angrily: "What kind of status am I, can I wear his clothes?"

Master Ziyang was glanced at by Taishang Laojun, and felt that his face turned green with embarrassment.

"Since you've come out, I won't hide it any more, and you'll be a witness for both of us!"

As he spoke, Tang Sanzong took Yu Yi out of his arms.

"I made an agreement with Master Ziyang just now, whoever this Yuyi considers to be the master is his property..." Tang Sanzang explained.

Taishang Laojun said with a strange face: "Let me be a notary?"

Where the hell am I asked to do the notarization?Aren’t you asking me to go astray?
Tang Sanzan put Yuyi on the ground irrefutably.

Ziyang Zhenren glanced at Yuyi reluctantly, and his tone was full of bitterness: "Wucaixiayi, whoever is your master, fly to whose hand you are!"

Wucai Xiayi seemed to have understood Ziyang's words, and relying on her own wit, she was about to drift towards Ziyang in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Taishang Laojun calmly released his quasi-sage aura.

He directly forced Yuyi into Tang Sanzang's hands.

"Oh, you see, I have already said that this thing is destined for me, it seems that it is true!"

"It really is!"

Seeing the smile on Tang Sanzan's face, Taishang Laojun's mouth twitched a few times, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

A small feather coat is also worth your trouble.

If you really want it, I can tailor a few sets for you...

Master Ziyang, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, laughed a few times to ease his embarrassment, and said: "Congratulations to the holy monk for obtaining a magic weapon!"

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first!"

After finishing speaking, Master Ziyang turned around and prepared to leave with a face full of pain.

"Wait a moment!"

Tang Sanzan suddenly stopped Master Ziyang, and then said: "Since Laojun is here as a notary, I think you should return some things to me..."

"After all, there are very few people in the Three Realms who are as fair and just as Lao Jun!"

Lao Jun blushed at Tang San's praise and lowered his head silently.

How fair and just!

Master Ziyang, who was about to leave, turned his head in confusion and asked, "Something? What else?"

Tang Sanzan pointed to Master Ziyang, and said, "That's too much, just like this whisk in your hand."

Master Ziyang's eyes widened: "But this is in my hands?"

"Yes, how did my things get into your hands?"

???

Master Ziyang gritted his teeth and said, "You... aren't you bullying honest people?"

"Laojun, you are the leader of our Taoist sect, why don't you care about this monk?"

Taishang Laojun pretended to be stupid and said in a daze: "Yes, I am also a little strange, why did his things get into your hands?"

As soon as these words came out, Master Ziyang was completely dumbfounded.

Looking at the Taishang Laojun who was pulling the edge, and then at the two apprentices behind Tang Sanbu, Ziyang only felt that he forgot to read the almanac when he went out today!

This fucking went out and met a bandit!
Master Ziyang handed over his fly whisk with a painful expression on his face, and then said: "There is nothing left this time, right?"

Tang Sanzan looked him up and down, and continued: "The Taoist robe on you looks familiar, as if I wore it in my previous life."

???

Immortal Ziyang can't wait to yell at him!
You fucking tenth monk, when did you reincarnate as a Taoist priest?
But he also knew that he had nothing to argue with this monk. Ever since he wanted to take off his feather coat, Master Ziyang had already seen through the nature of this monk.

Master Ziyang asked Laojun for help: "Old gentleman, this..."

"I saw Tang San buried in his previous life, and he was wearing this one."

Taishang Laojun gave a dry cough, and said without blushing.

(End of this chapter)