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

Tathagata Buddha frowned and returned to his room.

He thought carefully about this request made by Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.

Although things are a bit difficult to handle, we still have to do it!

Because this is about the face of Buddhism, and the new eighty-one tribulations in Beiju Luzhou have just begun.

If Buddhism does not fulfill its promise now, what will those demon clans responsible for the subsequent disasters think of Buddhism?

If they all quit, wouldn't things be in trouble?

only……

It is indeed difficult to ask those fish-headed people to dance at the peach banquet. You may have to show off your old face to get the Jade Emperor to agree.

……

at the same time.

Monk Bianji came out of Beihai's Eye, riding on the White Crane Boy, still cursing.

Although his face was as swollen as a bun and it hurt when he spoke, it could not stop him from venting his thoughts.

Fortunately, the boy Baihe had plugged his ears, so he could avoid nagging.

He could see the land of Beiju Luzhou in the distance, and Baihe Boy couldn't help but slow down his flying speed in preparation for landing.

And a group of murlocs guarding Qingluo Bay also discovered the figure of the master and disciple.

Seeing them getting closer and closer to him, Starling waved his hand decisively.

Suddenly, several murlocs raised the conches and put them in their mouths, puffing up their cheeks and blowing on them.

The sound coming out of the conch seems to have some kind of magic power that can confuse people's minds.

Especially it has a strong influence on some flying monsters.

Confusing their perception of sound can quickly make them disoriented.

Star Brother looked at the white crane that was getting slower and slower in mid-air, with a trace of pride on his face.

"It seems that this Buddhist scripture seeker is much easier to fool than Tang Sanzong."

Bage thought this in his mind, raised his head and waited quietly for the White Crane Boy to fall.

Under normal circumstances, when the conch of the mermaid clan blows up, even gods with advanced cultivation levels will be affected.

But they never expected it.

At this moment, the boy Baihe, because he was annoyed by Monk Bianji's complaints, used magic to cover his ears...

So much so that the conch that the fish-men clan was so proud of immediately became ineffective.

"Myna, it seems that the white crane went astray?"

Ba Ge's face darkened: "What does it mean that it seems to have gone astray? It means that it has gone astray. Why don't you hurry up and catch up!"

Seeing that the boy Baihe was about to fly through the green snail net without incident, Brother Bago also became anxious and immediately roared angrily.

Countless black ink spurted out from his mouth, blocking the front of Baihe Boy like black clouds over a city.

"No, there's another monster!"

Although Bai Hedongzi's ears were closed, his eyes could see clearly.

The moment the ink appeared, he sprinted upwards and almost threw Monk Bianji off his back.

The strong feeling of pushing his back made Monk Bianji's brain go empty at this moment.

Especially the air that was poured into his mouth made him swallow the curse words that came to his lips. He hurriedly picked up the down on the neck of Baihe Boy, and then managed to stabilize his body.

"Now that we've arrived at Qingluo Bay, let's come down and sit for a while!"

Bage roared angrily, and the murlocs behind him connected hand in hand, and continuously transferred the mana in their bodies to Bage.

"Puff puff!"

A large ball of ink spurted out from Bago's mouth again, completely surrounding Baihe Boy and Bianji Monk. "grass!"

"This Beihai hasn't been managed for how many years, right? Why are everyone using Uncle Gongbao's tactics to fight? If this thing is contaminated, it will spread all over the place."

The White Crane boy cursed angrily, flapped his wings, and tried to escape.

But it was obvious that he underestimated the strength of the ink. It would have been better if he didn't fan, but under this fan, the ink directly stuck to his feathers...

"Oh shit!"

"Why is this ink still sticky?"

The White Crane boy fluttered twice, only to find that the more he struggled, the deeper the ink went, almost sticking to the deep down.

"Master, please hold on tight, we may fall into the monster's nest again this time..."

Monk Bianji was already stupid at this moment.

He just came out from Shen Gongbao's place!

He had just sat on Baihe Boy, and he hadn't even covered his buttocks yet, and he was about to fall into the hands of the monster again?

Before I came here, I heard that there were many monsters in Luzhou, Beiju, but no one told me that there were so many monsters?

"Wushuang, please tell me honestly. You said before that you were a boy under the throne of Antarctic Immortal Prince. Did you say that to deceive others?"

The boy Baihe said in surprise: "Why did Master say this?"

Monk Bianji had a depressed look on his face: "Look, since you came here, something has happened every three days. I don't even see what role you have, right?"

"If you are a boy under the throne of Antarctic Immortal, how come you can't even deal with a few monsters?"

White Crane Boy:......

Damn, I really want to refute but can’t find a reason!

"Master, I'm good at fighting on land. I'm not used to fighting in the water. When we get to Beiju Luzhou, you will know how good I am!"

"Put the matter of Beiju Luzhou aside for a while, and think about how we can survive now."

Bai Hetongzi took a deep breath: "Master, don't worry, we will definitely survive!"

Monk Bianji asked dubiously: "Are you so confident?"

"Don't worry, Master, I have a plan to solve the current predicament!"

Monk Bianji's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly: "What's the plan?"

"As the saying goes, eggs cannot be put in the same basket. Master, go down first and wait for the disciple to come and rescue you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Bianji felt his body light up and flew directly out of Baihe Boy.

He stared and saw that without him as a burden, Baihe Boy flapped his wings, broke away from Mo Zhi and rushed out.

Bian Ji Monk:? ? ?

Is this the method you mentioned?

Monk Bianji didn't react until he landed firmly on the deck of the broken ship in Qingluo Bay.

"You are the one who learns the scriptures, right?"

Bage appeared on the deck with a group of fish-headed men. Monk Bianji looked in the direction of the sound. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of long legs...

This calmed Monk Bianji's mind a little, but as his eyes moved up.

When he saw the fish heads of different shapes, he suddenly felt like his stomach was churning, as if he wanted to vomit out all the seafood he had eaten before.

"vomit~"

Monk Bianji's throat was rumbling for a long time, but he didn't spit anything out. Instead, his vision went dark, and he was so frightened that he lay straight on the ground...

When Bago saw this, he was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help but said: "The Buddhist monk is in good health, so he just fell asleep."

"You guys hurry up and send him to bed and take good care of him. When his apprentice comes back, we will return the monk. Don't waste the rehearsal time."

"Yes!"

Several fishmen came out immediately and carried Monk Bianji to the room in the cabin. (End of chapter)