Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1648 Guanyin Temple
The result of Tang Seng vs. Sun Wukong is naturally a crushing defeat. Not to mention that Tang Seng has no talent in martial arts, even if his previous life's monk Sanzang was brought over, he would not be able to beat Sun Wukong without attribute suppression.

What Sun Wukong once said to Patriarch Bodhi was, "It is better to practice boxing with a stick than to sit in meditation."

He almost gave up most of his theoretical study time and concentrated on practicing martial arts.

In his opinion, the little boxing and kicking skills that Tang Seng has mastered now are only pretty good, and the moves are exquisite, but moves are dead, and people are alive. You, Tang Xuanzang, are still far from being able to use them flexibly, so don't show off in front of me.

In less than three moves, the monkey, without using any magic power or strength far superior to that of Tang Monk, easily defeated the Wulang Bagua Stick that Tang Monk learned from Amitabha Buddha by breaking it with one stick.

He also suffered a crushing defeat in terms of boxing and kicking.

The White Dragon Horse revealed a rather subtle and slightly sarcastic smile, as if laughing at Tang Seng's arrogance.

Tang Seng was very happy. He had upgraded from being powerless to being able to fight back. All he had to do was make a few choices among the fragments of the stone tablet. There was no need to train hard or strengthen his muscles. He could master it almost instantly. What was wrong with that?

As for the loan within the loan, the legend of the loan is not important. Compared with the huge amount of money loaned out to Sun Wukong, the cost of learning martial arts is simply not worth mentioning.

After two months of arduous journey, the master and disciple finally arrived at the Guanyin Temple on the Journey to the West, which was an important node that Fahai passed by during his journey to the West.

People here do not worship Tathagata, but Guanyin Bodhisattva.

On the way, the master and his disciples rescued a young monk who fell off a cliff while cutting wood. The young monk then passed the news back to the Zen temple, informing them of the good news that the great Tang Dynasty monk from the East had arrived.

After the young monk got over his initial panic, he became cheerful and asked questions all the way, such as how big the Tang Dynasty was, how many people there were in the Tang Dynasty, and whether the emperor of the Tang Dynasty used a golden hoe to hoe the land.

Tang Seng was leading the horse while answering the little monk's questions. As they approached the Zen temple, the road was much easier to walk on, so he dismounted and walked a few steps to stretch his legs.

"Little Master, the Tang Dynasty has hundreds of millions of people and a territory of tens of thousands of miles. As for the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty..." He also laughed. Does the emperor still need to go to the fields? Your host doesn't go to the fields either, right? After all, he is just a child, so naive.

The young monk was leading the way in front and secretly looked back at Sun Wukong. The monkey was carrying the load in an awkward posture and ignored his gaze.

The young monk lowered his voice and said, "Holy Monk, there are a few lay Buddhists like Elder Sun in this temple. When you see them, don't be surprised."

Are there monkeys in your temple? Tang Seng kept thinking about this question until he reached the gate of Guanyin Temple.

When he saw the monk who came to greet him, he almost fell down.

How could this be a monkey?! This monk's face was pale, with large scales on his neck and cheeks. His pupils were filled with coldness. From a distance, he looked like a human, but upon closer inspection, was he a snake demon?
The snake demon looked ferocious, and indeed it was ferocious, but upon seeing Tang Monk, he forced a smile and said, "On behalf of the Guanyin Monastery, I welcome the holy monk from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East!"

Tang Seng nodded stiffly. Sun Wukong took two looks at the snake demon. There was no bloody or murderous aura on its body, which meant that the demon had never hurt anyone. No matter from which perspective, it was considered a good demon.

Following the snake demon into the main hall of the Zen temple, a wolf demon approached and said very attentively, "You all have had a hard journey. Let me help you carry your luggage." As the wolf demon reached for the luggage, Sun Wukong grabbed his wrist and sneered, "There is a monster hiding in the cave behind your Zen temple. Why doesn't he come to greet my master? What is your conspiracy? Tell the truth!"

The wolf demon seemed to have anticipated this and explained with a smile, "That fellow Daoist Black Bear is ugly and mute. The abbot has deliberately kept him inside the cave to avoid disturbing the holy monk." (Xiaowu's Arrangement, Chapter 1606)
Sun Wukong glanced at the back mountain with his flaming eyes. He was a little afraid of the silent black bear demon hiding in the cave. Based on his intuition, he felt that the black bear demon could pose a threat to him.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that the Xuanxian realm was still too weak. If he had the cultivation level of the Taiyi Jinxian period, he would not be afraid of even ten thousand black bears, let alone one.

He has practiced very hard, but there are no resources on the Five Elements Mountain. He has to practice hard every day without drinking the northwest wind. It is a miracle that he has reached the Xuanxian realm in such an environment.

The snake demon and the wolf demon were very polite to Tang Seng and his disciples. The news that Tang Seng had always worried about, that eating a bite of his flesh would make him immortal, did not seem to have spread here.

Enter the main hall.

The snake demon and the wolf demon automatically stepped aside and became part of the background.

As the abbot of the Zen temple who is also a human being, the thin and withered Elder Jinchi was not so enthusiastic about Tang Monk and his disciples.

Elder Jin Chi is already 270 years old this year. He has no magical powers and has survived to this day by relying on a large amount of spiritual fruits and spiritual medicines. The smell of incense on his body can hardly cover up the strong smell of old age, and the smell of decay makes Sun Wukong frown.

Elder Jin Chi smiled slightly and said slowly, "I heard that the holy monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the East. The journey is thousands of miles long and the road is not peaceful. I believe the holy monk must be an expert in exorcising demons and monsters. I wonder if the holy monk can demonstrate the magical powers of the Eastern Land Buddhism to the disciples of the Zen Temple?"

"This." Tang Seng subconsciously looked at Sun Wukong. The monkey turned his head and slapped him on the back of the head.

If a monster really comes to kill me, then I will definitely have to protect Tang Seng. Now the abbot of the Zen temple wants to compete with you in Buddhist magic. Even if he loses, it will at most be a loss of face. It's no big deal. He doesn't care.

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Since the Master is so interested, I will present my humble service."

He held his right hand in a flower-picking position, smiled slightly, and flicked his fingers quickly.

With a loud "clang" sound, the incense burner in the hall was hit hard by his air power. The force was great, but the surface of the incense burner was intact. The monks took a closer look and found a hole more than one finger deep on the pillar behind the incense burner.

"This is the Flower-Picking Finger, and the next is the Doraemon Leaf Finger!" This time, Tang Seng's left and right hands moved out continuously, and the incense burner was like a piece of tofu, with ten holes punched in it by the energy.

"The last one is the Formless Tribulation Finger." Tang Seng gathered his strength for a while, then pointed his finger out. The broken incense burner was ignited from the inside, and the fragrance soon filled the hall.

"Amitabha." Tang Seng was very humble and saluted again with his palms folded.

These are all martial arts found in the broken stone tablets. In a world where cultivating immortals and Buddhas is the mainstream, no matter how well one practices the skill of transporting qi and blood, one cannot defeat an immortal. However, this is the best martial art that Tang Seng has mastered for showing off.

(End of this chapter)