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

"Zhang Guolao, since the Ancient Buddha of Burning Lights has agreed to compensate, the five million Buddhist monks will be able to send it to them in the near future. How about a 50-50 split between you and me?"

Master Taiyi glanced at Zhang Guolao and spoke slowly.

Zhang Guolao was flattered and nodded hurriedly: "It all depends on the real person!"

Originally, he was called by Master Taiyi to be the spearman, and he didn't expect to get compensation from Buddhism.

Although he has some reputation in Heaven, it was just a pretense in Heaven to reap the incense in the world.

It gave the human race in the mortal world an unrealistic fantasy, thinking that as long as they believed in heaven, they could one day ascend and become gods.

Heaven was also filled with food.

Therefore, the Eight Immortals of Shangdong are more like mascot-like existences in heaven. No one can mess with them, but they have no real power.

Therefore, after he heard that his black donkey had been spoiled, his first thought was not to seek compensation from Buddhism, but to think that he could live with his anger and save face.

It wasn't until Master Taiyi expressed his attitude that Zhang Guolao felt his body stiffen.

When he spoke, his tone became much louder.

Half of five million is two and a half million!

Even if he works in heaven for the rest of his life, he may not be able to earn this kind of money!

"Thank you for your help, real person."

Zhang Guolao saluted Master Taiyi.

"No problem."

Taiyi Zhenren waved his hand, and then ordered: "But since I agreed to keep the affairs of Randen Ancient Buddha private, Guo Lao must remember to keep it a secret in the future."

"I understand the seriousness of this matter." Zhang Guolao said in a solemn tone.

The great cause of learning scriptures is the lifeblood of Buddhism. He will only talk nonsense to others unless he wants to die.

Unlike Zhenren Taiyi, who has the backing of teachings, it is impossible for Heaven to turn against Buddhism for him.

"Now that the matter has been resolved, I will not stay here."

Master Taiyi nodded slightly, looked at Jiuling Yuansheng and said, "Can you still sense the aura related to M78 Nebula now?"

After sensing it carefully, Jiuling Yuan Sheng shook his head in disappointment.

"I lost track of him. But I won't give up!" Jiuling Yuan Sheng said with determination.

"That's all. I know someone who may know about the M78 Nebula. Please come with me."

Master Taiyi sighed, looked at the mentally retarded Jiuling Yuansheng, waved his sleeves gently, and left with him and a few little lion spirits.

Zhang Guolao looked at his black donkey with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Even Master Taiyi couldn't cure Jiuling Yuan Sheng.

The possibility of his black donkey recovering is basically slim.

Do you want to take it back yourself?

Take it with you. If the other seven friends know that you have brought a stupid donkey, you will definitely be laughed at.

But if he doesn't take it back, won't the love he just established fall apart?

"Well, Mr. Guo, there is something I don't know whether to talk about or not..."

Just when Zhang Guolao was hesitant, Moonlight Bodhisattva suddenly came over and spoke in a low voice.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

Moonlight Bodhisattva glanced at the black donkey, then looked at Zhang Guolao and said, "This is the black donkey...you see, since the situation is already like this."

"You are about to receive compensation from Buddhism. How about letting this black donkey continue to be a mount for Buddhist scripture seekers as we agreed at the beginning?"

"Is this true?"

Zhang Guolao's face lit up with joy, and his eyes lit up when he looked at Moonlight Bodhisattva.

If you continue to use the black donkey as your mount, it will be a good thing to kill two birds with one stone!

"This...if Mr. Guo is not willing, then...then I will find another way."

Moonlight Bodhisattva sighed.

Knew it.

Zhang Guolao had a deep love for the black donkey, and now the black donkey was so stupid that he still wanted to let him help.

I am really not a human being!

"Yes, of course I do!"

Zhang Guolao said without thinking: "Although this black donkey and I are brothers, we must keep what we promise to others!"

"This is Zhang Guolao's consistent principle. Issues of principle are the red line!"

"Moonlight Bodhisattva, you don't think that my black donkey brother is stupid and you are willing to use it. It is his blessing!"

"From now on, I, my black donkey brother, will be entrusted to you!"    "Ah this..."

Moonlight Bodhisattva saw Zhang Guolao's 180-degree change of attitude and forgot what he should say.

"In that case, then...thank you Guo Lao."

"Hey, if you want to say thank you, then I'll leave it to you, my black donkey brother. I'm going to find another mount... ah no, I'm going to find another black donkey..."

"Ah! I have other things to do, so I won't stay here any longer. I wish you all the best in Buddhist scriptures!"

Zhang Guolao's face was filled with an irrepressible smile, and he grinned up to his ears when he spoke.

So much so that I almost spoke out my true inner thoughts.

Before Moonlight Bodhisattva could say a few more words, Zhang Guolao ran away directly...

"Bodhisattva, why did you just let him go?"

Seeing Zhang Guolao running away, Monk Bianji hurriedly took two steps forward and beat his chest angrily.

Moonlight Bodhisattva asked doubtfully: "Nothing will happen without him. If you don't let him go, why are you still here?"

"He...he kidnapped a cigarette from me!"

"You brought me a pack of cigarettes, but now there's only one pack left. How can I learn from it?"

!!!

"What did you say?!"

Moonlight Bodhisattva was stunned.

Monk Bianji immediately told the story exactly as it happened. Because the boy Baihe also saw it, Monk Bianji did not hide any details.

After hearing this, Moonlight Bodhisattva opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow a goose egg.

"This...this, this, this...this is really unheard of. I didn't expect Zhang Guolao to have such a hobby."

"Forget it, this smoke probably won't come back."

Moonlight Bodhisattva sighed and continued: "Buddhism has approved your cigarette funds. I will arrange for someone to deliver cigarettes to you every ten days."

"You should smoke these cigarettes carefully along the way and be careful to save them."

Monk Bianji nodded reluctantly: "I understand."

"In addition to cigarettes, there is also something about the mount. This black donkey is already stupid. Is the poor monk's mount..."

Before Monk Bianji could finish speaking, Moonlight Bodhisattva waved his hand seriously: "Don't even think about changing your mount."

In order to borrow the black donkey from Zhang Guolao, Moonlight Bodhisattva spent a lot of effort.

He didn't want to do this kind of thing again.

What's more, judging from the existing examples, whenever the mounts of gods participate in the calamity, the variables of the calamity will intervene, causing them to not end well...

If I beg my grandpa and grandma again to get a mount, something goes wrong...

Moonlight Bodhisattva didn't dare to think about what would happen.

"Although there is something wrong with this black donkey's IQ, it's not that it can't be ridden. It's just an errand-runner anyway. What kind of IQ do you need?"

After Moonlight Bodhisattva finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Monk Bianji looked at himself, then at the black donkey, and had no choice but to ride on it with a look of helplessness.

At least having a mount is better than not having one at all...

Before he could sit still, a magical children's song came out of the donkey's mouth.

"What's dad's dad's name?"

"What's dad's dad's name?"

Monk Bianji hurriedly hugged the black donkey's neck and whispered uncertainly: "Call... call me grandpa?"

Black Donkey's eyes flashed slightly, and he made a mechanical voice: "The answer is correct, Black Donkey starts!"

Monk Bianji's face was filled with joy, but before he could raise the corners of his mouth, the black donkey's butt suddenly tilted up, and its four hooves began to slide backwards on the ground.

"Oh!"

Monk Bianji could not sit firmly and fell heavily from the black donkey.

"Zhuo! Who can tell me why this black donkey is walking backwards?"

Monk Bianji covered his bald head with a desperate look on his face and asked questions about his soul. (End of chapter)