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

Chapter 224: Expulsion, the nine clans will not be able to live as human beings for thousands of lifetimes!
The monk king staggered back several steps.

Hearing the words of the abbot, a glimmer of life suddenly burst out of his almost desperate eyes, and he hurriedly shouted:

"Monk, I am the king of this bhikkhu country!"

"You can't touch me!"

Several soldiers wearing armor bravely took a few steps forward, hoping to stop Tang San Burial.

"What, is it possible that you still want to protect this foolish king?"

Tang Sanzian raised his eyebrows and stared into the eyes of these soldiers.

Ordinary people had no idea what the king had done.

But as the king's personal bodyguard, Tang Sanzong believed that they should know something.

Seeing the indignant expressions of the people around him, the guards swallowed their saliva, hesitated for a moment, and decisively made way for Tang San's burial.

"Holy monk, we are all threatened by this faint king and cannot help ourselves. If the holy monk can find a way to eradicate the faint king today, we are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light!"

"We are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light!"

When the leading guard finished speaking, the other soldiers behind him fell to their knees in unison as if they were relieved.

"You...do you guys also want to rebel?"

The bhikkhu king was shocked and drew out the sword from his waist.

"Dark Lord!"

"Don't you know how many children you have harmed since you married your beloved concubine and doted on your father-in-law?"

The leading guard raised his head and cursed ferociously.

"Open your eyes and look at the goose cages surrounding each house. If this continues, will our country of bhikkhus still be a country of humans?"

Human hearts are made of flesh. When the king used the hearts of these children to practice evil magic and achieve immortality, he had already lost his military spirit.

It's just that due to the demonic way and the jade-faced fox's superior abilities, how can these ordinary soldiers be opponents?

Now that they finally met an eminent monk who could stand out, the emotions that these soldiers had suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

"Bastards! A bunch of bastards!"

King Bhikkhu raised the sword in his hand, glanced at the people on the street, and suddenly shouted: "My people!"

"I have gone through a lot of hardships to invite the old god to be my father-in-law. The education of the children of Biqiu Kingdom over the years has been obvious to all!"

"Today, this monster monk actually enlisted the soldiers to rebel! Follow me to suppress the rebellion, and I will be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister right now!"

After King Bhikkhu finished speaking, the eyes of the children and parents present lit up, and some bold people even picked up weapons and were eager to try.

"Monk, even if you have some virtue, can you possibly be comparable to the people of my bhikkhu country?"

"Do you dare to touch me?"

King Bhikkhu stood up straight, feeling a little more confident.

"Master, this bhikkhu king works in secret and has not lost the support of the people. He has a lucky golden dragon to protect his body. Otherwise, I, Old Sun, should take action."

Sun Xingzhe hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and stood in front of Tang San's funeral.

The emperor of the world has not lost the hearts of the people, and the golden dragon of luck has not dispersed.

If any cultivator rashly attacks the human emperor, he will surely suffer a human counterattack, and if he is not careful, he will end up in a state of despair.

Although the luck of the human race is now divided up by various forces, and the Bhikkhu Kingdom is just a small country, the luck golden dragon may not have the power of ancient times.

But no one dares to bet...

Tang Sanzong patted Sun Xingzhe on the shoulder: "Little monkey, step back."

"This is an internal matter within the human race. I will take action personally!"

"This millennium of fate of the Bhikkhu people has come back, and I, Tang San, will bear it all on my shoulders!"

The voice fell.

Tang Sanzong took one step forward and suddenly shouted angrily: "The mighty Tianlong!"

His momentum was rising like a torrent, and the shoulder dragon tattoo on his shoulder seemed to come alive at this moment.

The strong sense of oppression made King Bhikkhu unable to hold on and fell to his knees directly on the ground.

Tang Sanzong shouted coldly: "Logically speaking, I, Tang Sanzhan, am the younger brother of the Tang Emperor, and the affairs of your bhikkhu country have nothing to do with me..."

"But don't forget that I have another identity, the human race! The prehistoric human race!" "Human race, I am also a human race..."

"No! You are not!"

Tang Sanzian looked at the Bhikkhu King indifferently: "Tiger poison does not eat its seeds, but as the king of the Bhikkhu Kingdom, what have you done?"

"For your own selfish reasons, you actually got together with demons and fooled the people into digging out children's hearts to practice cultivation. How can you be worthy of the people of the Bhikkhu Kingdom? How can you be worthy of the golden dragon of luck that protects you?"

The sound of Tang San's funeral was like a bell, which shocked the bhikkhu king and turned pale.

"Today, this poor monk will do a good deed and get rid of you, a scourge for the people of the bhikkhu country!"

Tang Sanzong raised his palm slightly and directly lifted the Bhikkhu King in his hand.

In an instant, a golden light shot out from the king's body and transformed into a golden dragon hundreds of feet long, blocking Tang San's power.

King Bhikkhu touched his chest in shock: "What's wrong with me?"

"As long as I live, I can bring a better life to the people of Bhikkhu Country!"

"And...and they also got the child they wanted, didn't they?"

"Why are you, a foreign monk, pointing your finger at me?"

With the luck golden dragon protecting his body, King Bhikkhu regained some of his confidence.

"Hmph, stubborn!"

Tang Sanzian didn't bother to argue with King Bhikkhu. He suddenly waved his hands and saw a huge palm falling from the sky with dazzling golden light!

"Buddha's Palm!"

The Luck Golden Dragon turned around and immediately hit the palm of his hand.

"boom!"

A huge crash sounded, and the Luck Golden Dragon was directly reduced to pieces when faced with the attack of Tathagata Divine Palm.

"No……"

The golden dragon of luck and King Bhikkhu had a connected mind. At the moment when it was broken, King Bhikkhu's face suddenly lost all color and he closed his eyes in fear.

However, the expected attack did not land.

King Bhikkhu opened his eyes in fear, only to see an imposing man in imperial robes standing in front of him.

"I am Xuanyuan of the human race in Huoyun Palace. Who dares to take action against the emperor of the human race?"

Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes were as bright as fire. Although he didn't know what was going on, he immediately blocked Tang San's attack.

King Bhikkhu patted his chest as if he had survived the disaster, and immediately shouted: "It's him, it's this monk who wants to kill me, and he asks the Human Emperor to make the decision for the little king!"

When Emperor Xuanyuan heard this, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

As one of the three emperors of the human race, he is usually restricted by heaven and unable to step out of the Fire Cloud Palace.

This time he was also shocked by the human race's golden dragon of luck, which gave him the opportunity to come here through the golden dragon.

Since the Great Tribulation of the Gods, the fate of the human race has been divided up, so Emperor Xuanyuan instinctively has a slight dislike for Buddhism.

"Since you, a monk, are a disciple of Buddhism, why do you dare to take action against the emperor of the world?"

Tang San Bian's eyes met with Emperor Xuanyuan's: "I, Tang San Bian, are not Buddhist disciples, but an upright human race!"

"This person is a monk king, but he colludes with evil spirits and attempts to cultivate the secret of immortality with the heart of a child..."

With the narration of Tang San's burial, Emperor Xuanyuan's expression became increasingly ugly.

"Damn you!"

Before Tang San was buried, Emperor Xuanyuan could see the recent events in the Bhikkhu Kingdom from the Luck Golden Dragon at a glance.

呲!
Emperor Xuanyuan slashed down with his sword, and King Bhikkhu instantly felt that the connection between the Golden Dragon of Luck and him was severed.

"No!"

"My luck, my throne was given by my ancestors, how dare you...how dare you?"

Without the blessing of the Luck Golden Dragon, King Bhikkhu no longer had any noble spirit in his body. Instead, there was an evil spirit that made him completely crazy.

"I, Emperor Xuanyuan, in my capacity as the third emperor of the human race, decree today that King Bhikkhu and his family will be completely expelled. From today on, all members of the nine clans of King Bhikkhu will no longer be human beings!"

"From now on, the human race will not accept it after reincarnation for eternity!"

(End of this chapter)