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

Monk Bianji's head was buzzing when he heard what Zhang Guolao and Taiyi said.

All the mounts of these bosses have problems because of the scriptures?

Monk Bianji just felt that his brain was not enough.

"This...this...although I am a Buddhist scripture seeker, I have only taken office a few days ago. What does what you are talking about have to do with me?"

"If my prediction is correct, these things all happened at the time of Tang San's burial, right?"

"If you have something to do with him, why are you looking for me?"

Monk Bianji said aggrievedly with his lips pursed.

The Antarctic Immortal's sika deer, Taiyi Zhenren's Nine Spirits Yuansheng...

What does this have to do with him?

The only one who can have some connection is Zhang Guolao's black donkey.

But even so, the donkey hasn't ridden under him yet, so why should he bear the blame?

Zhang Guolao hugged the donkey's butt and burst into tears. He turned his head and looked at Monk Bianji fiercely, and said, "As the saying goes, there is one thing over and over again, and there is no such thing as over and over again!"

"You Buddhists attacked Antarctic Immortal Old Man's Sika Deer before, and later you attacked Taiyi Master's Jiuling Yuan Sheng. These two big guys tolerated it."

"But now I don't even want to let go of the black donkey I lent you to use as a mount!"

"My uncle can tolerate this, but my aunt can't!"

"If you don't give me an explanation from Buddhism today, I won't even be able to do this business of studying Buddhist scriptures!"

The more Zhang Guolao thought about it, the angrier he became. He raised his palm to restrain Monk Bianji.

If Master Taiyi hadn't stopped him, Zhang Guolao, who was so angry, might have actually killed Monk Bianji.

"White Crane Boy, go to Buddhism and inform the Buddha of the situation here, and ask Buddhism to send someone to deal with it..."

"No!" Before Master Taiyi could finish his words, Zhang Guolao interrupted him and said, "Although Boy Baihe used to be the boy of the Antarctic Immortal, he has now become the disciple of the Buddhist monk."

"Since he is the disciple of the Buddhist monk, he is naturally on the same side as the Buddhist sect. If we let him report to the Buddhist sect, wouldn't it make us appear incompetent?"

Taiyi Zhenren frowned, looked at Zhang Guolao and said, "Guolao, our purpose this time is to ask Buddhism to compensate, and to heal our mount at the same time."

"Now that things have happened, even if we kill the pilgrims, it won't help."

"We have him in our hands, it's just a handle to blackmail Buddhism."

Although Zhang Guolao understood this truth in his heart, he still refused to agree.

"Anyway, just notify the Buddhist sect and let that one go. That... that donkey breeder, come out!"

Pointed out by Zhang Guolao, Fo Bole hurriedly stood up and explained: "Qi Immortal, this subordinate is a horse breeder."

"What, you're a great horse breeder?"

Zhang Guolao's face darkened and he said sternly: "I just said you are a donkey breeder. What do you think?"

"Or in your eyes, this black donkey I have is not as good as the horse you raise?"

"Don't dare, don't dare. The Immortal said that I am a donkey breeder, so I am a donkey breeder."

Fu Bole quickly changed his tune.

Zhang Guolao is so angry right now that he doesn't even give face to the Buddhist scripture collectors, let alone Bi Mawen, who was expelled from heaven.

If you really get serious with him, you might lose your life.

"Since Moonlight Bodhisattva asked you to take charge of this black donkey here, then it is up to you to go to the Buddhist gate and inform me of everything that happened here."

"If Buddhism cannot come up with its own attitude and compensation, then I will have no choice but to take the pilgrims back to heaven to seek an explanation from His Majesty."

Fo Bole did not dare to hesitate at all, and hurriedly drove an auspicious cloud towards the Main Hall.

Zhang Guolao had a gloomy face and imprisoned the boy Baihe and the monk Bianji together. Just when he was operating, he accidentally knocked the cigarette out of Monk Bianji's mouth.

Monk Bianji's breathing, which he had just recovered, suddenly became rapid again.

"Shang...shangxian, cigarette...my cigarette fell off!"

Zhang Guolao said angrily: "If you drop it, just drop it. I realize you haven't recognized your identity yet!"

"Do you understand that you are a fucking prisoner?"

"You're a prisoner and you still want to smoke? It's a good thing if I don't smoke your big mouth."

Zhang Guolao walked up to Monk Bianji, groped in his arms, and pulled out an opened cigarette.

Then he took one out and held it in his mouth, cast a fire spell and started to puff out smoke.

He had only smoked this cigarette when he saw the Jade Emperor in heaven.

Especially during the meeting in the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor casually picked up one and looked a lot more domineering.

I didn't expect that the Buddhist scripture collectors were treated so well. Even cigarettes were distributed by the carton.

"Ahem, cough, cough...I beg you, Immortal, please give me a quick sip, just one sip, okay?"

Monk Bianji felt that his throat was burning, as if he was about to go to hell next moment.

Seeing this, the White Crane boy on the side immediately remembered the scene where Monk Bianji was choked to death by the miasma. His expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said: "Shangxian, please give my master one quickly. If it's too late, something big will happen!"

Zhang Guolao glanced at him and said coldly: "Why, it is a rare thing in our heaven. Is it possible that your master is addicted to smoking?"

"No, you don't know something, Supreme Immortal. This Luzhou in Beiju is filled with dense miasma. It's nothing to us cultivators, but it's poison to mortals!"

"Master died once due to miasma before. Because this cigarette has the effect of shielding miasma, Moonlight Bodhisattva specially gave one to Master..."

While Bai He was talking, Monk Bianji's face turned purple and his whole body began to twitch.

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

Zhang Guolao jumped up instantly, spit out the cigarette from his mouth, and stuffed it into Monk Bianji's mouth.

"Suck!"

"You should suck it for me!"

Although Zhang Guolao said that Monk Bianji was a prisoner, he was a Buddhist Buddhist scholar after all. If he really died in his own hands...

Then the damn thing is going to be big!

He just wants to extort a benefit from Buddhism, but he doesn’t want to be blackmailed by Buddhism!

Blanch!

All we have to do is use a trick!

Seeing Monk Bianji close his eyes, he didn't even have the energy to smoke a cigarette.

If the delay continues, when the Buddhist negotiators arrive, they may have to go to the underworld to find Buddhist scripture seekers...

Zhang Guolao also closed his eyes and seemed to struggle internally for a moment, then silently put the cigarette that had not been put into Monk Bianji's mouth into his mouth again.

After taking a sudden breath, Zhang Guolao looked at Monk Bianji who was very close to him, lowered his head and kissed him.

"call……"

At this moment, Bai Hetongzi was stunned.

Master Taiyi was dumbfounded.

Sai Weng was stunned.

Even the mentally ill Jiuling Yuansheng and Zhang Guolao's black donkey were stunned.

It’s so annoying that I can’t see it!

Zhang Guolao's operation shocked the audience a little bit! (End of chapter)