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

Kiwi Mountain.

Monk Bianji patted the donkey's butt and was stopped by a group of monkeys.

"Stop, are you the Buddhist scripture seeker?" the leader of the monkeys asked first.

The boy Baihe took a step forward, blocked the monk Bianji behind him, and said with a solemn expression: "Who are you?"

"Why do you want to inquire about the listeners?"

Demonic monkeys and Buddhist scripture seekers.

When these two words were combined together, Bai Hetong's nerves suddenly became tense.

Ever since I followed the monk Bianji on the pilgrimage to Luzhou in Beiju.

He probably also figured out some rules.

As long as there are monsters in this place that are related to the pilgrims, they will basically do bad things!

As the apprentice of a Buddhist monk, he had just walked a little way to Luzhou in Beiju. Monk Bianji had died several times.

Although neither Buddhist monk nor monk Bianji said anything.

But Bai Hedongzi knew it in his heart.

This apprentice of his is incompetent!

So he was extra cautious at the moment.

"Our king asked us to wait for the Buddhist scripture collector here. We want to worship the Buddhist scripture collector as our teacher and escort him to Buddhism to obtain the true scripture!"

"That's right, that's right. The poor monk is the person who has been appointed by Buddhism to learn scriptures. Please lead the way. The poor monk is going to take over your king!"

Before Boy Baihe could confirm again, Monk Bianji, who was sitting on the back of the black donkey, pushed him away and spoke hurriedly.

He just got the flower hat magic weapon.

I am worried that I have no place to use it.

If this new apprentice is what you like, just put this flower hat on his head.

Then you will have a completely obedient thug!

Thinking of this, Monk Bianji couldn't help but laugh "Jie Jie Jie".

"Master...Master, why don't you confirm the authenticity before going up the mountain and entering the monster's lair, just in case this is the monster's plan to lure the snake out of its cave..."

"How can there be so many eventualities?"

Monk Bianji's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Even if it's the monster's plan, don't you still have to protect me as my teacher?"

"Besides, what happens even if the poor monk dies?"

"After we go down, this poor monk will also have VIP access to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Will Buddhism have to go and get me by then?"

What the hell!

What Master said makes sense.

Bai Hetongzi was stunned for a moment, unable to find any words to refute.

That seems to be the case!

Monk Bianji died twice before, and was saved by Moonlight Bodhisattva both times, so there is no need to worry about death at all.

It's just that Bai Hetongzi doesn't understand. Since monk Bianji will never die, why does Buddhism arrange for him to be an apprentice?

Just to highlight his ineffectiveness?

If Moonlight Bodhisattva knew what White Crane Boy was thinking, he would definitely grab his ears and yell at him!

Because Monk Bianji was able to be resurrected these two times, he had to pay Lao Jun to buy the Nine-turn Golden Elixir himself!

Do you really think that money is brought by strong winds?

You guys are having fun.

Damn it, are these 81 difficult questions testing me?

Monk Bianji patted the donkey's butt, and a mechanized voice sounded.

"Welcome to the Donkey Rocking Chair."

"What's mom's mom's name?"

When the iconic startup sound of Black Donkey sounded, Monk Bianji's face suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

Even the monkey who was leading the way couldn't help but slipped and almost fell to the ground.

Is this guy really a Buddhist?

There's no way he can compare with the holy monk who came before, right?

The embarrassment on Monk Bianji's face hadn't faded yet, and the black donkey, who had been waiting for a long time for no response, roared even louder...

"What's mom's mom's name! What's mom's mom's name!"

"Call, scream, scream, grandma, why the hell are you shouting so loudly?"

The veins on Monk Bianji's temples jumped with anger, and he roared hastily.

"The answer is correct, the donkey brand rocking chair is officially launched."

Black Donkey muttered to himself like a heartless machine.

The donkey's butt twisted slightly, and Monk Bianji suddenly felt a pushing sensation coming from his crotch. Of course, it was the donkey's back that was pushed.

Monk Bianji moved his legs a little because it hurt his butt.

When he raised his head and saw that the monkeys were all staring at him, Monk Bianji coughed lightly and said, "What's there to see? Why don't you hurry up and lead the way?"

"It makes sense for a poor monk to have a special mount, right?"

The leading monkey's mouth twitched: "It's reasonable, very reasonable!"

"Holy monk, come with us. My king is practicing in the cave in front."

The monkey led the way, Monk Bianji rode a black donkey, and the White Crane boy followed. After a few minutes, they arrived in front of the Shanhe Cave.

"Your Majesty, the pilgrim you asked us to wait for has arrived."

Yuan Hong in the cave was struggling in his heart at the moment.

Should I believe in Tang San's burial or Buddhism?

Hearing the sound coming from the entrance of the cave, Yuan Hong slowly stood up and took a breath.

"Master Sanzong gave me the Tightening Curse and the Loosening Curse as a greeting gift. As long as this magical power is useful, I will listen to him in the future and become a chess piece next to this monk Bianji."

"If this thing doesn't work..."

Yuan Hong snorted coldly, and the result was self-evident.

He finally got out of the map of mountains and rivers, and if he could listen to the saint, he would be free.

He was not willing to take this risk with Tang San Burial!

After walking out of the cave, Yuan Hong looked at Monk Bianji riding a black donkey, his eyes flickering slightly.

Immediately he walked up to him and knelt down straight like he had seen Tang San before.

"Disciple Yuan Hong, meet the Buddhist scripture seeker!"

Monk Bianji couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he saw Yuan Hong fell to the ground and worshiped without saying a word.

Generally speaking, most people who have some ability are unruly and unruly.

This Yuan Hong has no arrogance at all, and his strength is probably not comparable to that of Bai He.

The original idea of ​​putting a flower hat on his head was also thrown out of his mind.

This thing should be reserved for powerful people to wear!

But before Monk Bianji could speak, the boy Baihe screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...are you Yuan Hong?!"

"Yuan Hong, the leader of the Six Saints of Meishan in the Conferred God Tribulation?"

Yuan Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and said in a surprised tone: "Have you heard of my story?"

The White Crane boy nodded: "Back then, my teacher was the Antarctic Immortal."

Yuan Hong's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he nodded with a normal expression.

On the contrary, Monk Bianji looked at Baihe Boy without knowing why and asked, "He was famous back then?"

"Good at fighting?"

Bai Hetongzi nodded seriously and said in a serious voice: "It's more than powerful. Master Erlang Zhenjun knows, right?"

"Back then, Erlang Zhenjun and Yuan Hong were both 50-50 apart. If he hadn't borrowed Saint Nuwa's Mountains, Rivers and Country Map, it could be said that no one could beat him!"

Monk Bianji clapped his thigh excitedly and said hurriedly: "Oh, why didn't you introduce such a powerful disciple to me earlier?"

Monk Bianji got off the donkey, walked two steps at a time to Yuan Hong, and helped him up with enthusiasm.

Then he took out a flower hat from his arms and said with a smile: "This is the first time I met you, Master, and I didn't have anything to give you. This flower hat was sewn by Master myself."

"I see you are a bit bald, so this hat fits you perfectly."

White Crane Boy: Didn't this flower hat come to you from the Leopard? Did you promise that monks would not lie?

Yuan Hong:? ? ?

Do you think it's polite to say this?

What does it mean to look at me bald?

I am a little older and have white hair on my body, but I am not bald, right?

But seeing Monk Bianji's sincere expression, Yuan Hong didn't have the nerve to refuse, so he took the flower hat from Monk Bianji's hand and put it on his head.

But before he could put his hand down, he saw a strange smile on the face of Monk Bianji standing opposite him.

He also started to mutter something.

As Monk Bianji's voice sounded, a heartbreaking pain suddenly came from his head!

"Damn it, I was so careless!" (End of chapter)