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

"It's okay to accept magical powers, but before I become your disciple, we have to agree on some things!"

Monk Bianji was confused: "As long as you absorb the magical power, let alone three chapters, even if it is ten chapters, I will promise you!"

A single magical power can put both Yuan Hong and Baihe Tongzi into trouble, which shows that Tangshan's ability is definitely not low!

According to what the Bodhisattva said, the total configuration of the Buddhist scripture collection team is three disciples and one horse.

Although when I came here, the number of horses was reduced and replaced by a donkey...

But the establishment of three apprentices is still there.

In other words, this Tangshan is his last apprentice!

Although the first disciple, Bai Hetongzi, was obedient, his abilities were really average. He could hardly defeat any monsters along the way.

The second disciple Yuan Hong, although powerful, has a binding spell that controls him. He can be regarded as the ancestor's support along the way and cannot be counted on at all.

So the third disciple in front of him became the last life-saving straw in the hands of Monk Bianji!

They are strong and they have just joined the team.

As long as he uses both kindness and power, not only will he not have to be afraid of monsters along the way, he won't even have to worry about Yuan Hong's tightening curse.

Tangshan raised his brows slightly, and the oppressive feeling of uncertainty suddenly dissipated.

Bai Hetongzi and Yuan Hong glanced at Tangshan solemnly and silently retreated behind Monk Bianji.

Yuan Hong had already made up his mind to be buried with Tang San anyway, and he would only be happy if Monk Bianji died.

As for the White Crane Boy...

No match for Tangshan at all!

Just this wave of uncertainty has made me restrain myself tightly. If I really go up, it will be a proper farewell...

Anyway, if Monk Bianji dies, Buddhism will try every means to revive him. If he dies...

He didn't dare to bet on whether Buddhism would spend a lot of money to save him!

"First of all, although I will be your disciple in name from now on, I will only protect you from learning the scriptures, and I will have nothing to do with it other than that!"

Tangshan raised a finger and looked at Monk Bianji with cold eyes.

It was said to be a discussion, but it obviously did not give Monk Bianji any other choice.

"I can agree to this." Monk Bianji frowned.

"Second, no one can disturb me while I am practicing."

"can."

"Third, I have a grudge against Tang San Burian, another Buddhist scripture seeker of yours. If necessary in the future, you must listen to me and deal with Tang San Burian together!"

Upon hearing this name, Monk Bianji's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Absolutely no problem!"

"As the saying goes, people who work together are enemies, and I, Bianji, also have a grudge against that Tang San Burian!"

"Whoever obtains the sutra first is the real sutra collector!"

Monk Bianji agreed to all three conditions of Tangshan, and then said with a straight face: "I agree to all your requests, but I also have a small request..."

Tangshan said softly: "You tell me first, I may not agree."

"You first introduce your origins."

Monk Bianji's face was calm, without too many expressions.

Although Tangshan made a three-chapter agreement, as a master, giving both kindness and power is the right way!

Otherwise, how can I order my apprentice to work in the future?

This is like Yuan Hong, who was put in a tight ring the first time they met, causing him to be completely disgraced in front of Yuan Hong!

Now I don’t dare to have any airs like Master.

Tangshan hesitated for a moment and recounted his experience from Laifu City to the Three Realms.

Of course, some of these embarrassing experiences were selectively ignored by him, and he only kept the things about the Tang family's blacksmith shop.

After listening, Monk Bianji was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked at Tangshan and said, "I basically understand your general situation."

"But there is a special ritual for joining my monk Bianji's Buddhist scripture-learning team, which is to give everyone in the team a fancy name."

Monk Bianji narrowed his eyes slightly and explained: "The great disciple Bai Hetongzi is called Bai Da."

"My second disciple, Yuan Hong, will be called Yuan Er." Baihe Boy:? ? ?

Yuan Hong:? ? ?

When did we suddenly get such a fancy name?

Monk Bianji did not dare to turn around and look at Baihe Boy and Yuan Hong. He looked at Tangshan and said, "According to the convention, you are the third disciple of my master, so you will be called Tang San from now on."

"You have no objection?"

Tangshan glanced at Bai Hetongzi and Yuan Hong behind Monk Bianji in confusion, and then nodded.

Although it sounds a little suspicious, this request is not outrageous.

As far as he knew, Buddhism did have the habit of giving Dharma names to the disciples who joined it.

I left Laifucheng to join the Buddhist sect, and taking a title was like doing as the Romans did.

Tangshan estimated that the flower name mentioned by Monk Bianji had the same meaning as the Buddhist name.

It’s just that the Bianji monk’s naming skills are a bit average...

After you figure it out, you can choose a nice name again.

Things like Zhunti and Jieyin, don't they sound better than Tang San?

"Secondly, my teacher just heard you say that you used to be a blacksmith?"

"In this case, I happen to have a donkey as a mount that has traveled such a long distance. You can give it a horse's hoof nail... No, it's a donkey hoof nail. Let me see your craftsmanship. Is that okay?"

Monk Bianji pretended to be a master and said slowly.

In terms of magic cultivation, he is just a mortal, and there is nothing he can do to show off his master's dignity.

But if Tangshan is not to be the next Yuan Hong, he must have a taste of his power before entering.

"What did you say?!"

When Tang Shan heard this, his face suddenly turned cold.

Monk Bianji didn't seem to notice Tangshan's face, but he still said calmly: "I asked you to hoof the black donkey under me. Do you hear me clearly now?"

Tangshan's voice was cold, and the aura on his body became stronger, and he said word by word: "What I hate most in my life is that others call me blacksmith!"

"I am Tangshan, and I will become the man of Poseidon in the future!"

"man?"

Hearing this, Yuan Hong sneered jokingly: "Are you?"

"Ahhhhhh! I'll kill you!!"

Yuan Hong's words seemed to sting Tangshan's inverse scales, making him furious in an instant.

Monk Bianji thought Yuan Hong was helping him, so he immediately said, "Xiaosan, why are you talking? This is your second senior brother!"

"Besides, isn't it just asking you to get a donkey's hoof nail? It happens to be in line with your previous major. Is it that difficult?"

"My teacher asked you to fight, but you didn't fight. Could it be that you look down on my teacher?"

Monk Bianji felt that he had Yuan Hong's support behind him, and his body became straighter.

"Hit me, beat me, I'll beat you on the head!"

"When I, Tangshan, recognize you, you are the master. When I, Tangshan, do not recognize you, who do you think you are?!"

The trident in Tangshan's hand suddenly tightened and he smashed it directly towards Monk Bianji.

Monk Bianji remained unmoved and said calmly: "The people standing behind me are your senior brother and second senior brother. What are your chances of winning?"

However, before Monk Bianji could finish his pretentious words, his voice suddenly stopped.

A trident pierced directly through his body!

All of a sudden.

His soul was transmitted directly through the underworld VIP channel of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...

(End of this chapter)