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

"Hurry up and say I'm like a god, tell me now!"

The weasel man stood up and looked at Tang San Zan as he asked urgently.

It seemed as if Tang Sanzong's answer was crucial to it.

Two small round eyes stared straight at Tang Sanzong.

"Master, it seems to me that there is something wrong with this weasel. How about we roast it directly?"

Zhu Bajie carried the laser cannon on his shoulders and couldn't help scratching his head.

Especially the corners of his mouth couldn't help drooling.

This weasel that became a spirit has long since lost any peculiar smell and smells much more fragrant. In addition, Zhu Bajie has the recipe given by Tang San Burial.

At this moment, there are at least eighteen ways to cook the weasel in front of me in my mind.

"How dare you! Young man, do you know that I am your Wong Tai Sin? You dare to be disrespectful to me. Can you bear the consequences?"

The weasel opened its mouth, bared its teeth and roared at Zhu Bajie.

"Yo yo yo, the little thing is quite proud."

Zhu Bajie chuckled and aimed the laser cannon at the weasel's head.

Feeling the powerful momentum of the innate spirit treasure, the weasel's expression changed instantly, and his two arms immediately stood up.

"Pig Immortal, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, I am a good citizen... no, a good demon!"

Zhu Bajie gently patted Weasel's face and said jokingly: "Didn't you ask us whether you look like a human or a god?"

"I look at you like a plate of garlic-flavored fried wolf meat slices!"

weasel:? ? ?

Seeing Zhu Bajie's style of painting go astray, Weasel was so anxious that he almost cried: "Zhu Daxian, you shouldn't say this nonsense. I... I can only count on this to win the title."

"Then why haven't you changed much as I just said?" Zhu Bajie asked curiously.

At this moment, he also vaguely remembered some legends about weasels.

The main reason is that the weasel species is too strange and has little reputation in the Three Realms, so I didn't remember it for a while.

It has been recorded in the classics that the cultivation of the Weasel demon clan is extremely unique, and it can be said to be a model of accumulation and accumulation.

The previous hundreds, even thousands and tens of thousands of years were spent silently accumulating strength.

It will be born when it has cultivated to the point where it can ask for a title, and it will ask mortal humans whether it looks like a human or a god.

Once a mortal says it is like a god, the weasel will instantly ascend to the level of a god.

And once mortals say it looks like a human being, there will be no chance of becoming an immortal or a god, and the path to spiritual practice will be completely cut off!

Weasel hurriedly explained: "The Pig Immortal doesn't know something. Our clan has to seek the human clan to seek the title. We are both demon clans, so we can't even talk."

"Is there such a thing?" Zhu Bajie nodded suddenly.

Sun Xingzhe also said with a curious look on his face: "I think you look like an old female monkey with a red butt!"

Shawujin scratched his head and said, "I think you look like a green-haired turtle!"

weasel:? ? ?

"Master, it seems that this weasel is not lying. Nothing we say is of any use. You have to speak the truth."

Sun Xingzhe looked at Tang San's burial and said seriously.

It was also the first time that Tang San was buried in such a situation where a weasel was asking for a title.

Unexpectedly, some myths and legends from previous lives would reappear in the world of Journey to the West.

Moreover, the words of several apprentices just now gave him some inspiration...

"Grand...Master, you...do you think I look like a human or a god?" Weasel also saw the situation clearly at this moment and knew that Tang Sanzong was the master of these people and the only human among them!

One word from him can determine his future!

So I don’t dare to talk too much.

If ordinary people were in this situation, it would directly threaten them into submission, but the current situation, especially what Sun Xingzhe and others said just now, made the weasel have a bad feeling in his heart...

Tang San buried his bald head and let out a jeering laugh.

"Huang Pizi, I think you look like a little loli animal-eared girl who is 170cm tall, has long hair, a curvy front and back, and is loyal to me and obeys my instructions!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the weasel was obviously stunned for a moment, and then let out a shrill roar.

The voice gradually turned into a whimper like a cat.

"Meow~"

As the voice fell, the coir raincoat worn by the weasel in front of him shook for a while, and a smooth yellow leather came out of it and ran into the forest and disappeared.

Looking at the direction where the weasel disappeared, a smile appeared on the corner of Tang San's mouth.

"Master, are you still chasing this weasel?"

Zhu Bajie was still recalling Tang San's adjectives just now, and the image was being sketched in his mind.

Suddenly I found it running away, and I woke up.

Tang Sanbian waved his hand: "No, just think of it as a gift I left for Monk Bianji. I want to see if he can withstand it!"

"Let's go, let's continue heading north!"

……

On the other side, Moonlight Bodhisattva walked out of Tushita Palace holding a Nine-turn Golden Pill and a receipt.

Medicine Buddha's medicine pestle can be exchanged for more than one Nine-turn Golden Elixir, so Tushita Palace issued a certificate that Moonlight Bodhisattva can take to the Buddhist sect.

In the future, as long as you pay the price of a Nine-turn Golden Pill, you can redeem the pestle.

Watching Moonlight Bodhisattva walk out of the gate of Tushita Palace, Hong Boy looked at the Supreme Lord with confusion on his face.

"Laojun, didn't we say we can't take action in this difficult situation? Why is this monk Bianji still dead?"

Red Boy scratched his head, his big eyes full of confusion.

Since the last time Laojun made a sales plan for the Nine Turns Golden Pill, he has been responsible for keeping an eye on the whereabouts of Monk Bianji. At the same time, he has also discussed with Laojun what disasters to secretly deal with.

After all, if you attack every difficulty, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary trouble.

So some disasters are selectively chosen.

This difficulty in Tangshan's Blue Silver Forest was not part of Tushita Palace's plan from the beginning!

After all, Kiwi Tao Mountain had just killed Monk Bianji in the last battle, so we have to give him a chance to breathe, right?

Upon hearing this, Taishang Laojun also sighed helplessly: "This... this may be fate."

"Although we let him go, who makes him unable to control himself?"

"Judging from the current situation, I estimate that I will have to refine another furnace of Nine-turn Golden Elixir to barely keep up with his consumption."

Taishang Laojun shook his head, turned around and walked into the alchemy room, and began to guide Yinjiao to start refining the alchemy.

Moonlight Bodhisattva came to the underworld outside Cuiyun Palace, without communicating with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and returned to the ground directly with the soul of Monk Bianji.

He really had no shame to say anything to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva anymore.

Just once or twice, how many times has this monk Bianji been to the underworld?

It’s so embarrassing!

A nine-turn golden elixir was fed into Monk Bianji's mouth, and within a moment, Monk Bianji woke up.

Then, with lightning speed, Monk Bianji hugged Moonlight Bodhisattva's thigh.

"Bodhisattva... Bodhisattva, I... I am suffering, you, you have to make the decision for me!"

"This little Buddhist monk really can't go. He has enough ambition but not enough energy!"

(End of this chapter)