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

"Is it so hard for you to knock on doors and ask for alms?"

"You've been grinding for most of the day, so please step back and let me do it myself."

Seeing Boy Baihe standing there, Monk Bianji looked slightly unhappy, and immediately stepped forward and knocked on the door of the restaurant.

"anyone there?"

"The poor monk is a monk who came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the north to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. He passed by here and wanted to ask for a meal to satisfy his hunger..."

Monk Bianji tried hard to maintain the image of an eminent monk, and knocked on the door politely, thinking he was polite.

After all, you are here to beg for food, so you still have to show your face.

really.

Just as Monk Bianji knocked twice, the door of the restaurant suddenly opened, and an old man with a sad face rushed out and grabbed Monk Bianji by the collar.

The speed was so fast that even Baihe Tongzi had not yet reacted.

When Bai Hetong saw the old man's appearance clearly, he silently took back the steps he had just taken.

Without him.

Because he knew this old man, he was none other than Zhang Guolao, one of the Eight Immortals in the Cave of Heaven!

Can't beat but can't be offended!

Zhang Guolao grabbed Monk Bianji by the collar and asked, "Did you just say that you were a Buddhist Buddhist?"

Monk Bianji didn't understand why the old man in front of him was so excited, but he still nodded: "Yes, the poor monk is the Buddhist scripture collector."

"It seems that you know something, so that's fine, I'll save you a poor monk from having to explain more."

"The poor monk and his disciples walked all the way. They were thirsty and wanted to ask for a meal in the treasure land. I don't know..."

Before Monk Bianji could finish speaking, Zhang Guolao's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Monk Bianji as if he were a fool.

"Begging for food?!"

"How dare you come here to beg for food?"

Monk Bianji looked at Zhang Guolao with doubts on his face, and couldn't help but said: "The poor monk saw that my father-in-law's face was full of grief, but there was a funeral at home?"

"If this is the case, the poor monk can also help recite a rebirth mantra..."

"Reborn curse?"

When Zhang Guolao heard this, he suddenly felt angry.

Listen to what this pilgrim said?

How arrogant have you become?

I, a black donkey, just have something wrong with my brain. I am not dead yet. Are you going to recite the rebirth mantra for me and send me away?

"Learner! You are going too far!"

Zhang Guolao grabbed Monk Bianji's neck collar and lifted him up directly, causing Monk Bianji's face to turn pale.

"Wu... Wushuang, hurry up... protect me quickly!"

Monk Bianji was suspended in mid-air, waving his hands and feet with bared teeth and claws, and hurriedly called for help from Baihe Boy.

"Shangxian, is there any misunderstanding here?" Baihe Tongzi could only bite the bullet and speak.

After all, this monk Bianji is still his master in name and a Buddhist Buddhist disciple!

He couldn't have been harmed by the demons and ghosts on the way to seek the scriptures, and instead was strangled to death by Zhang Guolao, right?

"Misunderstand?"

Zhang Guolao laughed evilly: "If one or two things happen occasionally, it can still be regarded as a misunderstanding, but after this Buddhist scripture seeker goes on the road, accidents happen again and again, how can it always be a misunderstanding?"

After Zhang Guolao finished speaking, Master Taiyi walked out with the Nine Spirits Yuansheng and a few little lion spirits.

Behind them were Sai Weng and Fu Bole, as well as a huge donkey's butt who walked out backwards.

Seeing this, Baihe Boy hurriedly saluted Master Taiyi.

"Bai He has met Uncle Taiyi."

Master Taiyi glanced at Baihe Boy and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then he walked up to Zhang Guolao and said, "Zhang Guolao, please let him go first. After all, he is a Buddhist scripture collector. If you kill him, it will be difficult for the Buddhists to deal with you."

Zhang Guolao looked at Monk Bianji fiercely with his eyes, and said angrily: "Explain?"

"I kindly lent the black donkey to Buddhism. Did Buddhism give me an explanation?"

Monk Bianji was lifted high by Zhang Guolao. He felt that it was a little difficult to breathe. He struggled and shouted: "Did you make a mistake?" "I just came here to beg for a bite of food. If you don't give it, forget it. As for this To me?"

"Even if the monster wants to catch me, it still makes some sense!"

"Who are you, please figure it out!"

Monk Bianji is now fearless, and the worst he can do is die.

It's like no one has ever died.

It just so happens that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hasn’t finished drinking the tea he made there. At worst, we can just go back and continue.

But before dying, you have to make yourself understandable!

Master Taiyi snorted coldly, looked at Monk Bianji and said, "Since you said so, I will introduce it to you."

"I, Master Taiyi, am Zhang Guolao, one of the Eight Immortals in Shangdong."

Monk Bianji looked at the two of them in confusion and said, "So?"

"Just because you are gods, can you be unscrupulous?"

"Do you know who the poor monk is?"

"A poor Buddhist Buddhist scripture seeker!"

Master Taiyi and Zhang Guolao looked at each other and said with displeasure, "What we are looking for this time is the Buddhist monk!"

"When you do something wrong, you have to admit it."

Monk Bianji held his head and said with a disdainful look on his face: "A poor monk who is seeking scriptures!"

"Admit your mistake!"

"Poor monk and Buddhist scripture seeker!"

"Admit your mistake!"

"Poor monk..."

Before Monk Bianji finished speaking, Zhang Guolao pulled out a sword from somewhere and placed it directly on Monk Bianji's shoulder.

"thump!"

Monk Bianji made a sliding shovel and fell to his knees on the ground with great skill.

"Exalted Immortal, this poor monk is wrong. If you have anything to say, why do you need to use a knife or a gun?"

"It's just that you asked the poor monk to admit his mistake as soon as you came up. The poor monk has no idea what his mistake was?"

Monk Bianji looked at everyone aggrievedly.

After being choked by Zhang Guolao for a long time, he suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe again. He hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one for himself.

Hiss~hoo~

After a few puffs of smoke, Monk Bianji suddenly felt that his breathing was much easier.

The anger on Zhang Guolao's face did not diminish. He pointed at the black donkey not far away and said, "Since you want to know everything, I will tell you."

"Open your eyes and look at this black donkey behind you!"

Monk Bianji turned his head and glanced in confusion, and asked with a strange expression: "What's wrong with Black Donkey?"

"This was originally my mount. It was borrowed by the Buddhist Bodhisattva to serve as a mount for the Buddhist monk, that is, you."

"But now..."

Zhang Guolao choked up for a moment, and then cried out in aggrieved tone: "But now, it...it has become a fucking fool!"

Monk Bianji was stunned for a moment, touched his bald head, and said with the same aggrieved face: "Then, then...then even if it is stupid, what does it have to do with me?"

"I haven't even ridden the mount assigned to me yet. How can I be relied upon to do this?"

Master Taiyi snorted coldly, pointed at the Nine Spirits Yuansheng beside him, and said in a cold voice: "Then open your eyes and look at the Nine Spirits Yuansheng beside me."

"What happened to him?"

"The same Bodhisattvas from your Buddhist sect came to borrow people to participate in the great cause of Buddhist scriptures, but in the end he was also stupid!"

"My senior brother's sika deer was also borrowed by Buddhism to participate in Buddhist scriptures. It ended up even worse. It was eaten directly by the Buddhist monks!"

"Do you think this has anything to do with you?" (End of Chapter)