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

Chapter 267 Master, come here often when you have nothing to do!

After hearing what the old mommy said, the barefoot immortal's body trembled uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but look down.

She is over 50 years old, and the makeup on her face looks like a ghost painting.

Along the way, the rouge and gouache on my face fell off.

The Barefoot Immortal took a deep breath and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I'm here to find Master Wuchao!"

The disappointment on the old mommy's face flashed away, and then she explained: "This guest, Master Wuchao only accompanies girls in our brothel, never with guests..."

???

"I came to him on important matters."

"The girls who are looking for Master Wuchao here have important matters!"

While the Barefoot Immortal was talking to the old mommy, the door to the room was suddenly opened, and a girl was carried out. Although she looked exhausted, she had an uncontrollable smile on her face.

"There is it!"

"Master Wuchao composed a poem for me!"

"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. From now on, my reputation as a floating fragrance will be resounding throughout the world!"

The other girls in the brothel all looked envious.

Even the old mommy next to the Barefoot Immortal was trembling with excitement. If it weren't for the fact that Master Wuchao didn't like her because she was old, otherwise she would have had to try it out.

After a moment of effort.

Another girl was carried out of the room with a satisfied look on her face.

"It's done, it's done!"

"Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan!"

"I, Xinyue, will be a poet from now on!"

When being carried past Old Mommy, the girl named Xinyue thanked her with a surprised look on her face: "Mommy, thank you for your training over the years. Master Wuchao is very satisfied."

"As long as you don't forget Mommy when you become famous in the future, Mommy will be satisfied."

The old mommy looked at Master Wuchao's room with envy, wishing that she was in it.

When I think about those girls, they still taught me step by step...

Old Mommy deeply understands what it means to teach an apprentice to starve the master to death.

The ancients never lied to me!

The Barefoot Immortal watched the girls coming and going one after another, and couldn't help but use magic to dodge and rush into the room.

At this moment, Zen Master Wuchao was lying on the bed, enjoying a massage.

Pinch your waist and beat your legs. As long as you want to eat something, just glance at it and someone will take the initiative to bring it to your mouth.

This life is so fucking enjoyable!
After sending out two girls in succession, Zen Master Wuchao was not ready to continue exercising for the time being.

After all, you have to know how to exercise moderation.

In the past few years in Wanhua Tower, he has understood that women are like knives that can kill people without blood.

Even if he is a demon clan, he has to take his time to do this kind of thing.

Ok?
"Let's play music and then dance?"

Master Wuchao was enjoying it when he suddenly opened his eyes.

The girls who were playing and singing for him, massaging and beating his legs, unconsciously passed out, and some of their naked clothes were already intact.

An old man with a general belly and big bare feet appeared in front of him.

"Wuchao, are you really enjoying yourself here?"

The corner of the Barefoot Immortal's mouth couldn't help but twitch. No matter what, he never expected that his former best friend would turn into such a virtuous person at this moment.

Even one person orders so many girls.

It’s so bad that all the old mommies from brothels have to come out to pick up customers...

"Hey, it turns out to be the Barefoot Immortal. I have worked hard for the demon clan for so many years, can't I enjoy it?"

Zen Master Wuchao was still dizzy, lying on the bed and said carelessly.

The face of the Barefoot Immortal changed: "Didn't you tell me that you want to study Buddhism at Futu Mountain?" Zen Master Wuchao didn't even raise his eyes: "Isn't this Buddhism?"

"I used to work behind closed doors and it was all about looking at things. But since I got the guidance from the Master of the Three Burials, I suddenly became enlightened!"

“My understanding of Buddhism has now reached another level!”

The Barefoot Immortal shook his head when he heard this. He waved his hand and a large bathtub appeared in front of Zen Master Wuchao. Then the space above cracked and water flowed down slowly, filling the bathtub in the blink of an eye.

"Take a bath and wake up before you talk to me!"

Zen Master Wuchao was obedient and jumped into the bathtub. After a while, he finished taking a bath, put on his clothes, and felt quite awake.

"How come the Barefoot Immortal has time to come down to the next world to find me today?"

Seeing that Zen Master Wuchao finally became normal, the Barefoot Immortal casually pulled a chair aside and prepared to sit down.

But seeing the unknown liquid on the chair, he hesitated and decided to stand and speak.

"I came to see you today because I have a great opportunity for you!"

Zen Master Wuchao said nonchalantly: "What opportunity can you give me?"

"I have found my greatest opportunity here!"

"Every time after it ends, I can appreciate the subtlety of Buddhism. I have a premonition that I will become a Buddha in a few years!"

The Barefoot Immortal looked at Zen Master Wuchao and felt that his former friend seemed to have been brainwashed.

"I'm here to tell you that both Heavenly Court and Buddhism intend to let the demon clan enter the Westward Journey to measure calamity!"

"Aren't all the disasters that pilgrims encounter along the way are the mounts of your Heavenly Court and Buddhism? What's new about this?" Zen Master Wuchao said disdainfully.

The Barefoot Immortal said with a solemn expression: "What I mean is that this time I want to be a real demon!"

"The demon clan in Luzhou, Beiju!"

"Even if it's from Luzhou, Beiju..."

Zen Master Wuchao's voice suddenly paused. He suddenly sat up straight and looked at the Barefoot Immortal in disbelief: "Are you talking about the demon clan in Luzhou, Beiju?"

The Barefoot Immortal nodded.

"As far as I know, the 81st disaster in Journey to the West was the result of discussions between heaven and Buddhism."

"Every difficulty has its own arrangement. Even if there is an unexpected situation in a few difficulties, people from both heaven and Buddhism are rushing to make up for it. Why do they suddenly think of our demon clan?"

Zen Master Wuchao looked at the Barefoot Immortal and was not dazzled by the news.

He knows best the status of the demon clan in today's Three Realms.

Even those who are willing to serve as mounts and lickers for heaven and Buddhism cannot live a good life.

Not to mention the demon clan in Beiju Luzhou who refused to surrender.

Journey to the West is such a good opportunity.

Thinking about it with your brain, it is impossible to fall on the demon clan of Beiju Luzhou!

"It's a long story..."

The Barefoot Immortal sighed, and then explained what happened today when Tathagata Buddha went to heaven to discuss countermeasures with the Jade Emperor.

Zen Master Wuchao was stunned when he heard this.

No wonder when I first saw Tang San's burial, I felt that he was extraordinary and had a unique understanding of Buddhism...

How long has it been since?

Not even 81 disasters can stop him. Does Tathagata Buddha need to urgently increase the disasters?

"Wuchao, this may be an opportunity for you monster clan. Whether you can seize it or not depends on you!"

Zen Master Wuchao took a deep breath: "Grasp it, you must grasp it!"

"Last time, it was thanks to Master Three Burials who enlightened the Dharma. This time, I am also grateful to Master Three Burials for giving the demon clan a chance. I, Wuchao, will never let down the Master's good intentions!"

After a while, Zen Master Wuchao and the Barefoot Immortal stood at the door of the brothel, with a large group of girls behind them reluctant to leave, wiping tears from the corners of their eyes with a small handkerchief.

"Master, come here often when you have nothing to do!"

In their reluctant farewells, Zen Master Wuchao and the Barefoot Immortal flew all the way to Lingxiao Palace.

(End of this chapter)