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

"What the hell?"

Yuan Hong suddenly felt as if his head was going to explode.

The severe pain made him roll on the spot in pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Yuan Hong was so painful that he ripped off his flower hat and felt that there was a tight band on his head.

He wanted to pull the tight band off his head with his hands, but found that the tight band seemed to have roots in his head.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it off. The severe pain made him feel as if there were ants in his head eating his brain.

"It's you, is it you who is chanting the curse?!"

Yuan Hong's eyes were red, he showed two fangs and roared: "Monk, you are brave!"

When the monk Bianji saw this, a happy smile appeared on his face.

This tight spell really works.

That golden leopard didn't lie to himself!

It is much better to have this tight curse to control the disciple than to work hard to maintain the master-disciple relationship!

I will become a Buddha in the future!

How is it possible to accept a few demon clansmen as disciples despite all the humiliation?

"Bold?"

Monk Bianji snorted coldly: "As a poor Buddhist monk and disciple, how dare you contradict your master?"

"My teacher gives you a tight band to help you grow better. This is helping you!"

Monk Bianji thought that with this tightening curse, Yuan Hong was already under his control, so he spoke in a completely condescending manner.

"Okay, it's the first time for me to meet you, Shi Nian, so I won't punish you too much."

"Since I have come to your territory, you should prepare a big meal now. I want to eat!"

Monk Bianji looked at Boy Baihe and said coldly: "Take good care of my black donkey."

He immediately turned around and walked straight into the Shanhe Cave.

The disciple's cave is his cave, and Monk Bianji thinks this is completely natural.

"Monk, do you want to die?"

Before Monk Bianji could take two steps, Yuan Hong's cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Monk Bianji stopped slightly and turned his head to look at Yuan Hong in disbelief.

"It seems that the power I gave you as a master was not enough."

Monk Bianji snorted coldly, and moved his lips as he prepared to recite the tightening curse again.

But before he could speak, Yuan Hong immediately raised his hand and blocked Monk Bianji's mouth with his furry palm.

"Since you like reciting the Tightening Curse so much, then I will let you have a taste of the Tightening Curse!"

Yuan Hong immediately recited the Loose Hoop Curse taught to him by Tang Sanzong.

Almost instantly.

Yuan Hong felt that the tight band on his head began to loosen, as if it was being pulled out of his flesh.

As he finished reciting the loosening spell, the tight band that was tightly attached to his head was easily removed.

When Monk Bianji saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank. Before he could react, Yuan Hong directly put the tight band on his head!

"no, do not want!"

Monk Bianji's face instantly became frightened.

How happy he was when he recited the tightening spell just now, now he is so scared.

Because he had seen Yuan Hong's performance just now.

The master who shocked even Baihe Boy couldn't withstand the control of the curse, how could he, a mortal man, be able to withstand it?

"don't want?"

Yuan Hong chuckled and said with cold eyes: "It's too late!"

Monk Bianji hurriedly shouted: "He Wushuang, save me quickly, save me quickly!"

"We must not let him recite the curse, absolutely not!"

As soon as Yuan Hong mentioned Monk Bianji, he immediately turned his head and looked at Baihe Boy, and said in a cold voice:

"Are you sure you want to fight with me?"

The boy Baihe looked at Monk Bianji, then at Yuan Hong, and silently took two steps back.

"Master, don't worry. If you are gone this time, I will go to the Buddhist headquarters as quickly as possible to ask for an audience with Moonlight Bodhisattva. I will never let you stay in the underworld for another moment." "Bai He, I am not very talented and have little knowledge. I am really not Yuan Hong's Opponent!"

Baihe Boy waved his hands repeatedly, showing no intention of taking action against Yuan Hong.

joke.

He still knows how many pounds he has.

Who is Yuan Hong?

That is someone who can stand up to Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

Didn't he just deliver it directly when he went up?

What's more, he completely saw what Monk Bianji did just now.

Today he can put a tight band on Yuan Hong, and tomorrow he can put a tight band on his head!

Is this kind of person still worthy of his desperate efforts to save?

"Crack! Crack!"

Yuan Hong sneered twice, turned around, gave Monk Bianji a big mouth, and threw him to the ground.

Then his lips moved slightly, and he directly recited the tightening curse given to him by Tang Sanzun!

"Ahhh!"

"Please stop reading, I...I am your master, how could you do this to me?"

"As the saying goes, respecting teachers is important...ahhhh!"

Monk Bianji knelt on the ground, clasping the band tightly with both hands, and screamed in pain.

This tight hoop seems to have its own judgment on the person receiving the force, and can adjust the power by itself.

For Yuan Hong, the power was directly activated to the maximum, while for Monk Bianji, it was adjusted to the level of a mortal.

But despite this, the power of the tight curse still caused the tender-skinned monk Bianji to feel endless pain.

"Stop reading it, stop reading it, I know you are wrong!"

Monk Bianji screamed in pain, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Looking extremely embarrassed.

But the tight curse in Yuan Hong's mouth showed no sign of stopping.

The speed of chanting the mantra was actually faster, and the pain caused to Monk Bianji became more intense.

"Pain Pain!!!"

"Stop reciting it, stop reciting it. Isn't it okay for me to listen to you as a teacher from now on?"

"In the future, I will let you ride this black donkey while I lead the donkey to serve you."

Monk Bianji finally understood what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot!

At this moment, his mind was filled with regret!

If I had known better, I wouldn't have put any tight bands on him!

I blame that Leopard, why he only told me the Tightening Curse but not how to use the Loosening Curse?

I'm fucking in trouble now.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong knew that he had reached the limit that Monk Bianji could bear, and immediately stopped chanting the mantra.

"Whoo~"

The moment the sound of Yuan Hong's tightening curse stopped, Monk Bianji breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

But before he could wipe it twice, he suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain coming from his head.

It was even more painful than when Yuan Hong recited the tightening curse just now!

"You, you, you...you don't keep your word. You obviously promised me...you promised not to recite the tightening curse."

"You...why did you read it again?"

Monk Bianji's face instantly turned pale, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

"Damn it, I don't even want to fucking read it anymore, why are you, a monk, here to try your luck?"

Yuan Hong immediately took a few steps away from Monk Bianji, fearing that he would bump into him.

But where is Monk Bianji still in that mood at this moment?

He held the tight band around his head with a face full of pain, and kicked his legs hard on the ground twice.

Before Yuan Hong and Bai Hetong could see the situation clearly, Monk Bianji tilted his head and stopped breathing.

"Damn it, Master is really dead?! (End of Chapter)