Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

Sun Wukong said, "Don't panic, I, Old Sun, will settle the score with them."

Tang Sanzang quickly said, "Wukong, don't harm them, just drive them away."

Sun Wukong was somewhat astonished, "You monk..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard several screams. When he went outside, he saw six robbers, each with a hole in their forehead.

The red and white liquid all flowed out, looking just like red oil tofu pudding.

"Ah, this! Amitabha!" Tang Sanzang couldn't bear to look, so he quickly closed his eyes, put his hands together, and kept chanting sutras.

"Just six petty thieves. I'll go check the back and see if there are any more, then I'll take care of them all." Lin Zhu said, patting Lin Zhao's body.

Lin Zhao immediately ran away.

Sun Wukong complained, "Brother Lin acted too quickly; he didn't even leave a few for me, Old Sun."

Tang Sanzang immediately rebuked him, saying, "Wukong, monks must not kill living beings."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong picked at his ear in disbelief. "Monk, are you getting senile? These bandits are planning to kill the entire village."

Tang Sanzang tried to argue, "They haven't killed the horse yet, have they? Just drive them away, why kill them?"

The old man looked at Tang Sanzang with a puzzled expression, "You monk, how can you be so stupid? Those are bandits."

At this moment, he no longer respected the eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty in the East; all he felt was incomprehension and resentment.

"Amitabha! Even monks sweep the floor for fear of harming ants, and protect moths by covering lamps with gauze. How much more so should they protect humans!"

Chapter 940 Sun Wukong confronts Tang Sanzang twice

Faced with this Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel and said, "Sometimes I really want to smash you to death with this cudgel."

"You impudent monkey, how can you be so rude?" Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong in disbelief.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, "If you keep babbling, I, Old Sun, will send you to the Western Paradise right now."

Tang Sanzang stepped back, pointing at Sun Wukong with trembling hands, "You monkey, how could you be so unruly and incompetent?"

"Say that again?" At this moment, Sun Wukong was not wearing the golden headband, so he was not afraid of Tang Sanzang at all.

Tang Sanzang immediately shut up and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha; he had finally given in.

The old man quickly called out to Sun Wukong, "Divine Monkey, there must be a master behind those thieves. You should go and help them."

"I'll go take a look first," Sun Wukong said, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When he caught up with Lin Zhu, he found that the surrounding area was littered with corpses and fires.

Lin Zhu reached out and sucked in all the flames, which then disappeared in a flash of light.

There was a cacophony of crying and screaming all around, mostly from women and children.

"We were still a step too late."

This is a small town where a large band of robbers plundered. When he arrived, the robbers had already started setting fires.

With the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique, all the hundreds of thieves, including some with True Immortal-level combat power, were wiped out.

Lin Zhu specially marked them with a reincarnation evil mark, so that when they arrive in the underworld, they will go through the eighteen levels of hell several times.

You can go as many times as you have lives on your hands.

He turned to look at Sun Wukong, "Monkey, what brings you here?"

Sun Wukong was unmoved by this scene; his rampage in the Heavenly Palace back then was far more bloody than this.

It was the cries of women and children that softened his heart slightly.

"It's that old monk again, he's driving me crazy."

Lin Zhu scoffed, "Did he say again that we shouldn't kill?"

Sun Wukong nodded, "That's right! Do you think I, Old Sun, could just send him to the Western Paradise with a single blow? That would be quick!"

Lin Zhu shook her head. "I'm afraid that won't work. I'll collect some footage and show it to him, and see what he says."

Tang Sanzang wasn't bad, just pedantic.

If you're going to study Buddhism, fine, but you've also adopted the ways of a pedantic Confucian scholar.

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up. "This is a good idea. I, Old Sun, will collect some too, and let's see what he has to say about cherishing moths."

The two immediately took action.

The townspeople had already gathered around, and upon seeing Lin Zhu and Sun Wukong, they immediately bowed and said, "Thank you so much for saving our lives, benefactor! Thank you so much for saving our lives, divine monkey!"

This time, Lin Zhu didn't stop them; they needed something to rely on.

After they kowtowed, Lin Zhu helped them up, saying, "Get up, all of you."

As he spoke, he used the Five Elements magic to restore the town to its original state, saying, "This is the most I can do."

He had previously opened the Gates of Hell, sending all the souls of the victims inside, including those of the bandits, thus saving the Black and White Impermanence from making a trip.

"A god, a god!"

Several women stared at Lin Zhu's face, wanting to imprint it in their minds so that they could create a divine image of him in the future.

Normally, they wouldn't have been able to remember Lin Zhu's appearance, but at this moment, they clearly imprinted Lin Zhu's appearance in their minds.

Perhaps it was the power of faith at work; these people could be called fanatics.

"Alright, these are all the bandits around here. We're leaving. Take care of yourselves. Remember, as the saying goes, 'Heaven's movement is ever vigorous; so should a gentleman constantly strive for self-improvement.'"

That's all he can do to help; he can't help much more.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor! Please take care, my benefactor!"

The group knelt down again, but this time no one helped them up.

Lin Zhu and Sun Wukong have disappeared.

They returned to the old shepherd's village.

Upon returning, Sun Wukong called out to Tang Sanzang, "Old monk, this is what you meant by not killing."

Before Tang Sanzang could say anything, he cast a Mystic Mirror.

Then, Tang Sanzang saw Lin Zhu, Sun Wukong, and Guanyin Bodhisattva eating at the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain.

Among them, Guanyin was eating a piece of meat in small bites.

Tang Sanzang was dumbfounded. 'So Guanyin Bodhisattva really does eat meat.'

"Wrong, I, Old Sun, made a mistake. This is the right one." Sun Wukong quickly extinguished the previous Xuan Guang Mirror and released another one.

The town was littered with corpses, women were weeping while holding their children, and some were disheveled, clearly having been humiliated.

"Amitabha!" Tang Sanzang said after seeing this and then fell silent.

The old shepherd boy felt a wave of fear. If it weren't for Lin Zhu and Sun Wukong, his village would probably have suffered the same fate.

Sun Wukong stepped forward and tugged at Tang Sanzang's sleeve, "Monk, what do you have to say now?"

Tang Sanzang turned around and continued chanting scriptures.

Lin Zhu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Tang Sanzang, is this the kind of sutra you've been reciting all these years?"

If it were only Sun Wukong present, Tang Sanzang would not have made a mistake.

But since Lin Zhu had spoken, Tang Sanzang recited Amitabha again, saying, "What the True Lord said is correct. Killing is for the purpose of protecting life, and cutting off karma is not the same as killing people. It was this humble monk who was wrong."

Sun Wukong then realized that Tang Sanzang was unwilling to admit his mistake in front of him because he was Tang Sanzang's disciple.

Then he said, "You monk, you're still putting on airs in front of me, Old Sun."

At this moment, Tang Sanzang could no longer care about Sun Wukong's rudeness. He was now facing the gaze of the entire village, and these people had almost died because of him. It was his fault!

It's not too late to repent at this point.

"Alright, Wukong, don't blame him. This monk is so simple-minded. It's already quite an achievement that he can realize his mistake now."

Lin Zhu offered an explanation on behalf of Tang Sanzang.

"Forget it, I, Old Sun, am not going to bother with him." Sun Wukong said, picking up his luggage.

The old shepherd boy quickly stepped forward and asked, "Are the little immortal and the monkey leaving?"

Lin Zhu looked too young and too good-looking; he felt that this title was more suitable for Lin Zhu.

"Let's go, let's get going," Sun Wukong said, blowing a breath at the old shepherd boy. "I've been eating your peaches for a long time, and this breath of my immortal energy will give you thirty more years of life."

Tang Sanzang also rode a white horse.

Under the villagers' reluctant gazes, the three continued on their way.

After traveling for about half an hour, Tang Sanzang looked at Lin Zhu and asked, "True Lord, may I learn martial arts from you?"

Lin Zhu was taken aback. "You mean you want to learn martial arts? Then I need to make sure you understand. Is it just for show, for physical fitness, or for subduing demons and monsters?"

Tang Sanzang asked, "What's the difference between them?"

Lin Zhu said, "Showy moves are just for show, but they have no other purpose, just like dancing. As for strengthening the body, Hua Tuo's Five Animal Frolics is an example. Martial arts are like that."

Lin Zhu struck forward with his palm, condensing water energy into a cloud palm, instantly leaving a palm print on a small hill in front of him.

Sun Wukong looked at his palm. He felt that it would be easy for him to smash the mountain in front of him, but leaving such a palm print seemed a bit difficult.

It's simply that the force is difficult to control.

Tang Sanzang also looked at his palm and remained silent for a long time.

Chapter 941 The Golden Bell Shield of Ten Thousand Buddhas

After considering it, he said, "True Lord, this humble monk wishes to learn martial arts that can subdue demons and monsters."

“Very good.” Lin Zhu nodded. “Then I will teach you a Buddhist technique first.”

Tang Sanzang was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. He never expected that Lin Zhu knew Buddhist techniques. He then said, "Please teach me, True Lord."

"Yes, this technique is called the Ten Thousand Buddha Golden Bell Cover."

The Twelve Gates Golden Bell Cover had long been modified by Lin Zhu to his own shape, so it could no longer be called by that name.