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

When Monk Bianji fell asleep, Tang San and several others on the other side finally saw a village after the Humvee roared for several hours.

"Master, the front looks like a human village. Let's go there and have something to eat?"

Zhu Bajie stuck his head out of the window of the Hummer and suddenly said.

They have been eating seafood in Qingluo Bay for the past few days, and they all feel that their purine levels are rising.

Now that we are on land, we can finally eat food on land.

"Okay, just in time to try the taste of Beiju Luzhou."

Tang San was sitting in the Hummer, nodded slightly, and immediately rubbed the rosary beads in his hand.

A cool breath came out from the rosary and enveloped the entire Hummer.

The muggy temperature suddenly became comfortable.

"Master was so considerate that he refined the three rhino spirits into beads. With them acting as the air conditioner as Master calls them, sitting in the car is much more comfortable."

Beiju Luzhou is the base camp of the demon clan, and no human race has carried out large-scale development here.

Therefore, the vegetation here is extremely dense, and the corresponding air is relatively humid and dull. If you go deeper into more desolate places, the miasma will become more serious.

Tang Sanzian held the beads in his hand and said calmly: "These are all based on my experience as a teacher."

"After all, Aaron is the only high-end car in the Three Realms. If it's not even equipped with air conditioning, can it still be called high-end?"

"Master is right!"

The three apprentices silently gave Tang Sanzong a thumbs up.

Even though they are already cultivators, they have no choice but to cope with such changes in the climate of heaven and earth unless they keep their magic power running.

Although it is just a small spell to change one's own feelings, if it is maintained for a long time, even the Buddha will not be able to hold on.

So since these three rhino-refined beads were used as air conditioners, the living comfort of the master and disciples has been greatly improved!

Especially in Luzhou, Beiju, it may have a greater effect!

"Master, I took a look at these houses. It seems that no one is home?"

"Is it possible that everyone here has gone to work in the city?"

"Even if young people go to work, there will still be a few old people and children left behind, right?"

Zhu Bajie got off the car and kicked open several doors along the way. Not to mention there were people inside, even the stove was covered with spider webs...

"It's a bit evil. Is there any monster haunting this place?"

Tang Santang touched his chin and murmured thoughtfully.

He knew all the scripts of the Eighty-one Difficulties in Journey to the West by heart, but the new Eighty-one Difficulties in Beiju Luzhou were all the result of renegotiations between Buddhism and Heaven.

As for their final design, Tang San's burial is unknown.

The three disciples suddenly became alert when they heard Tang Sanzian's words.

At this moment, Hummer Aaron said: "Master, I seem to know why there is no one in this village..."

Sha Wujin asked: "Why?"

"Because they are all gathered around here playing chess."

Tang San's burial:? ? ?

The master and apprentice got out of the car and saw a small square that could accommodate dozens of people in the middle of this dilapidated village.

On the square, there were seven or eight trembling old men with gray hair sitting around a stone table.

There is a chess set on the stone table, which is entering an anxious fighting stage.

Tang Sanzong glanced at the chessboard from a distance and already made a judgment in his mind about the skills of the two people playing chess.

Emmm...

To put it simply, they are two stinky chess baskets.

Although his chess skills were average, Tang Sanzian's eyes lingered on one of the chess players for a moment longer.

To be precise, it stopped at the pair of red-rimmed glasses he pinned on his chest.

These glasses look very unique in shape, the frame looks very thick, and the lenses appear to be much smaller.

If it were just such a pair of glasses, Tang Sanzian wouldn't think it was anything...       But this is the fucking world of Journey to the West!

How could there be such a thing as glasses?

Even though he had been reforming the Tang Dynasty for eighteen years and the level of military science and technology had been greatly improved, he still did not think about creating such a thing as glasses.

Is it possible that the technological level of Beiju Luzhou has developed to this point?

Tang San buried his bald head and silently remembered this person in his heart.

If everything goes well...

This person should be the main person responsible for the disaster arranged by Buddhism here.

Thinking of this, Tang Sanzong silently activated his Pohuan Divine Eyes to take a glance, but all he saw were human beings.

Even the old man with glasses hanging on his chest is a genuine human being.

Did you guess wrong?

Tang Sanzong touched his bald head and was about to step forward and ask a few questions.

At this moment, the chess piece in the old man's hand moved forward in a "sun" shape, and then landed on the chessboard.

And with this step he took, he just fell into the opponent's trap.

The old man opposite narrowed his eyes and laughed, then moved the car and swallowed the horse in one gulp.

An old man who was watching and looked younger immediately shouted: "Sai Weng, your horse is gone!"

Sai Weng laughed and was unmoved: "Haha, the chess moves are unpredictable and full of mysteries. Losing one piece is not necessarily a bad thing."

Hearing this, the little old man who was watching looked at the stable not far away with a strange expression.

"Sai Weng, your horse is really gone!"

"What do you say?"

Sai Weng's face froze, and he immediately looked towards the stable, only to see that it was empty. Where was the horse?

"Damn it, Eggplant, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"This is the old horse who has been with me for several years. If it were not for him, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night!"

"Old horse, oh old horse!"

"No more fun, no more fun, I'm going back to look for horses!"

"Consider this game a draw."

Sai Weng immediately pushed away the chessboard and turned the game that was about to be lost into a draw.

The old man opposite him suddenly became so angry that his nose became crooked, and he couldn't help but hit the ground with the crutch in his hand.

"Sai Weng, you deserve to be without a horse. You are so lazy that you can't play well. It's normal that you don't have a horse!"

"you……"

Sai Weng's face turned red, he frowned and said, "You still dare to attack me?"

"I have no food to eat tonight!"

Old man:? ? ?

I'm just trying to cheer you up, why are you so impatient?

"What a blessing, Lao Liu just said it casually and it's not that serious."

"That's right, it's almost time for dinner. Just consider this game as your victory. Let's go have dinner."

How can it be okay if the old men who were watching didn't get anything to eat?

Immediately persuaded Sai Weng.

"Okay, okay, stop playing and go back to eat. You all go out to find horses for me tomorrow!"

Sai Weng waved his hand impatiently and was about to get up and leave.

When several other old men saw this, they immediately followed him and walked away together.

Could it be that I am worrying too much, this place is just an ordinary village?

Tang Sanzian frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

"Master, they are going out for dinner together. Why don't we go over and see them together?"

Zhu Bajie said, holding his growling belly.

"Okay, let's go with them to see what's going on." (End of Chapter)