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

Chapter 302 Are you good at your iron neck skill again?
The three princes looked at the magic weapon Tang San had given them, still full of doubts on their faces.

Although these three things are not so abstract compared to the weapons in the hands of the three masters.

But their knowledge has completely failed to see how this thing is used!
"Master, how do you use this magic weapon?"

The eldest prince held the divine light stick in his hand and asked in confusion.

Tang Sanzian hesitated for a moment, then said with some shame: "You just need to hold it up to the light and shout, I want to become the light, Diga!"

After saying that, Tang Sanzong sighed silently in his heart: It is really full of the atmosphere of the second grade.

It was getting late now, the sun was setting in the west, and the breeze was blowing.

The eldest prince held the divine light stick and stood under the setting sun. He raised the divine light stick with a resolute face and shouted loudly: "I want to become light, Tiga!"

At the same time, the second prince stood on the right of the eldest prince and shouted with firm eyes: "Dina!"

The third prince also raised the sapphire cone and shouted: "Gaia!"

I saw three rays of light flashing past, as if there were colorful rays of light falling from the sky, shrouding the three princes.

Then the figures of the three princes gradually rose up in the light and turned into three giants...

The three giants looked proudly into the distance, their hearts filled with emotion.

At this moment, we all become light!
The master is the master, and he has given such a powerful magic weapon before he has even begun to practice formally!

The old king was even more excited and shed tears of joy: "Pass me to order that from tonight, Yuhuazhou will let go of the curfew for three days to celebrate!"

Sun Xingzhe, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujin looked at the three tall giants who clearly exuded golden immortal cultivation, and fell into deep contemplation.

So, what else do we need to teach?
You are already a golden immortal, so the rest of your cultivation path depends entirely on your own luck, okay?

Sure enough, it is not unreasonable to say that money can communicate with the gods.

After the three princes turned into human beings, Tang Sanzong taught the three princes some other related knowledge.

Especially the duration of the transformation into a giant, as well as details such as how to emit beams and how to fly into the sky and into the sea...

When Tang San was a child in his previous life, he would remember these things in his mind while watching cartoons every day.

After explaining everything clearly, the three princes followed Sun Xingzhe and others to learn some basic knowledge of cultivation.

After all, they turned into giants with the help of the ability of the transformer.

In human form, he is still a weakling.

After receiving money, you must do good things for others. This is Tang San's consistent principle.

Moreover, in order not to delay the time of studying the scriptures, Tang Sanzong also specially allocated a few elixirs to ensure that the three princes could withstand the rhythm of practicing day and night.

And he strolled around Yuhua City leisurely.

……

at the same time.

The two little demons Weird and Tricky returned to the Tiger's Mouth Cave in Leopard Mountain.

"Your Majesty, we two brothers listened to your words and have already taught Tang San a lesson!" Weird and Tricky said first.

Huang Shijing's face lit up and he hurriedly asked: "How did you teach me a lesson?"

The cunning and weird man patted his chest and said, "Today, the Tang San Burial people walked into Yuhua City in a big iron shell. The two of us brothers went up and used a sliding shovel to overturn the big iron shell! "

Weird and tricky then said: "The Tang San Burian people came out of the iron shell and were so frightened that they begged for mercy before we let them into the city!"

The two brothers had already thought of their words along the way, so when they told lies, their faces were not red and their hearts did not beat, and they sounded as if they were true.

Huang Shijing nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Do you guys have any photos on file?"

The faces of the two little demons suddenly fell: "Your Majesty, you didn't say you wanted to take a photo when you gave me the money?"

"If I were to take a photo, it wouldn't be at this price..."

Huang Shijing was speechless...

"Okay, you two have worked hard, go back to sleep first!" The two little demons saluted respectfully: "Yes, my king!"

The yellow lion spirit watched the two little demons leave, feeling something was wrong in her heart.

According to the descriptions of these two little demons, they have completed the task assigned by their ancestors.

But after all, there was no recording stone. What should I do if Zu Weng couldn't produce evidence when asked?
After thinking for a moment, Huang Shijing decided to go out in person to see if he could inflict some more suffering on Tang San, and record it with a photo stone.

Now that the two little demons can be dealt with, wouldn't it be safer for me, the Yellow Lion Spirit, to take action personally?
The yellow lion spirit immediately left the tiger's mouth cave and flew all the way to Yuhua City.

Because the king ordered the three-day curfew to be lifted, Yuhua City was decorated with lights and colorful decorations in a festive manner.

Huang Shijing was walking back and forth on the street, and when he was about to go to the palace to find Tang San's burial place, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a bald head on the street.

There's no way around it. A reflective bald head is so bright at night that it's hard to avoid being noticed.

Huang Shijing suddenly felt happy.

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it!

This Tang San Burial actually came out alone, without the monkey protecting him?

Thinking of this, Huang Shijing couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth: "In that case, I'll just knock him out first and then scare him."

Huang Shijing took out the image-taking stone, and then activated a magic power inside. Then the stone shone slightly, activating the image-taking effect.

He immediately quickened his pace, weaving through the crowd and quietly approaching the bald head. When he reached an area with less traffic, Huang Shijing smiled:
"Tang San Burial, pour it for me!"

Huang Shijing suddenly raised his arm and hit Tang Sanzang hard on the back of his neck.

boom!
After a muffled sound, Huang Shijing thought that the other party should faint no matter what.

however……

Tang Sanzian tilted his neck, turned around slowly, looked at him with a speechless expression and asked, "You'd better be fine!"

Huang Shijing was a little confused, scratched his head with an embarrassed look, and said with a smile: "Haha...that, Master Tan!"

Tang Sanzhan's mouth twitched: "Master Tan?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"You are Master Tan from Yuhua Temple, right?" Huang Shijing's mind was spinning rapidly and he immediately started talking nonsense.

Tang Sanzong frowned: "You have recognized the wrong person, the poor monk is not Master Tan!"

"It shouldn't be. How could you not be Master Tan? It's impossible for me to admit my mistake. We have a life-long friendship?"

Huang Shijing put on a suspicious expression, scratched his head and walked deeper into the crowd.

After completely out of sight of Tang Sanzang, Huang Shijing touched his chin and said doubtfully: "It shouldn't be..."

"It's not that Tang San buried his body in mortal form. It stands to reason that my strength is enough to knock him out, but how can he act like a normal person?"

"Is it possible that my strength has declined recently?"

Huang Shijing shook his head: "No, let's do it again, this time with more force!"

Thinking of this, Huang Shijing changed direction and quietly followed Tang Sanzang, and then received another unexpected strike from his hand!

boom!
"Pour it for me!" Huang Shijing roared in his heart.

however……

Tang Sanzun slowly turned around again like a normal person, but his expression was extremely gloomy.

"why is it you again?"

The expression on Huang Shijing's face froze, and he immediately said sarcastically: "Master Tan! It must be you this time. The last time I saw you, you had a gloomy face!"

"Let me tell you, I met a bald man just now. I thought it was you, so I raised my hand and hit him... but it turned out that I recognized the wrong person."

"It's only been a few months since we last met. How are you getting better at your iron neck skills?"

(End of this chapter)