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

As he spoke, a blue bracelet and a blood-red beaded string appeared in his hand.

The blue bracelet has a pure and pleasing blue color.

The blood-red beaded string was dazzlingly red, but in terms of appearance, it was in no way inferior to the brocade robe.

"Ah, this!" Tang Sanzang was momentarily at a loss as to what Lin Zhu was up to.

Sun Wukong was quite patient at this point, since he was just watching a show and found it very entertaining.

"Brother Lin is truly interesting; he suits my taste perfectly."

Jin Chi was immediately drawn to the two strings of beads in Lin Zhu's hand and quickly asked, "What is the origin of these?"

Then Lin Zhu slowly began to speak, holding a blue bracelet, saying, "This is the Mermaid Little Pearl. It is formed from the tears of a mermaid from the East Sea that fell into the essence of a clam that has been nurtured for thousands of years. Only one pearl is obtained each time. There are twelve pearls strung together."

Then they used a string of beads to encircle Tang Sanzang, saying, "This is the marrow of ten-thousand-year-old blood coral. Only one bead can be extracted from every ten thousand catties of blood coral. There are a total of one hundred and eight beads."

Upon hearing this, Jin Chi felt a chill run through him.

Previously, he was the only one who could boast to other monks, but today he was humiliated, and at the same time, a fierce glint appeared in his focused eyes.

But it disappeared quickly.

"Amitabha!" Tang Sanzang noticed and felt that Jinchi's obsession was too deep, so he tried to persuade him, "These are just external things. We Buddhists should prioritize the Dharma."

Decades ago, Elder Jinchi was indeed a highly respected monk, but now he is almost two hundred years old. Not only is his mind confused, but he has also been blinded by gold and silver treasures, and has almost forgotten the Dharma.

But he still said, "I suppose the high monk's Buddhist teachings are profound. How about letting these external things of the high monk awaken my Buddhist heart?"

As he spoke, his eyes never left the brocade robe, the mermaid pearl necklace, and the blood coral beads.

"Sigh!" Tang Sanzang shook his head.

Sun Wukong knew his part was about to begin and said, "No, no. The brocade cassock and the nine-ringed staff were bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva; how can they be lent out?"

At this moment, the Guanyin image couldn't help but roll its eyes, since no one was paying attention anyway.

A monk standing next to the Golden Pond said, “How can this be called a loan? This place is Guanyin Temple, a sacred site of the Bodhisattva. This robe should be a loan from within the temple.”

"Excellent, excellent, please grant my request, Holy Monk." Elder Jinchi said, about to kneel down.

Tang Sanzang quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

Because of his cultivation of the Golden Bell Shield, his strength had increased significantly, and he easily helped Jin Chi, an old man, to his feet.

“Why must you do this, Elder?” He saw the image of Guanyin behind him and, after a moment of thought, said, “Since we have arrived at the Bodhisattva’s sacred site, let this robe remain with you for the night.”

Upon hearing this, Jin Chi was overjoyed and wished he could personally strip Tang Sanzang of his brocade cassock.

"Then thank you very much, Holy Monk. We will certainly treat you all well."

He smiled, his already small eyes now completely closed.

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said, "Never mind, consider it as lodging fee."

After Tang Sanzang took off his brocade cassock and handed it to Jin Chi, Jin Chi was still not satisfied and took a liking to the bracelet in his hand and the beaded necklace around his neck.

Chapter 950 One-stop service

Lin Zhu chuckled and said, "What, you need to borrow this too?"

Jin Chi was exactly the face of a Buddhist monk. “Benefactor, I don’t need to bother two people with one matter. This string of beads seems to have a strong Buddhist connection to me.”

Lin Zhu shook his head inwardly, planning to stamp the old monk's seal that evening.

Jin Chi possesses considerable power; otherwise, he wouldn't have lived this long. It's just unknown what form he will take when he mutates.

Tang Sanzang said, "Elder, your obsession runs too deep."

Jin Chi clasped his hands together and said, "If possible, this old monk is willing to bestow upon myself all the fervor of Buddhist disciples throughout the world. Amitabha!"

This statement was made with great righteousness and awe.

Sun Wukong whispered, "Brother Lin, is Buddhism like this monk?"

Lin Zhu nodded and said, "Pretty much, mainly because the top two are good at teaching."

Sun Wukong asked, "Those two at the very top? One is Buddha, and who is the other?"

Lin Zhu shook his head and said, "It's not Tathagata. Those two names can't be mentioned for now, at least not today."

Sun Wukong became increasingly curious and felt a strong urge to try it.

Tang Sanzang felt very uncomfortable hearing this.

Jin Chi took away the brocade cassock and the two strings of beads.

After dinner, Tang Sanzang asked in the side room, "Lord Lin, why are we doing this?"

Lin Zhu laughed and said, "Do you think the monks in Jinchi are real monks?"

Sun Wukong scoffed, "What monk? In my opinion, they're just bandits in cassocks."

"Amitabha!" Tang Sanzang chanted the Buddha's name and then fell silent.

Lin Zhu said, "I think they'll come over tonight, Sanzang. It's time to test your recent cultivation progress."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang felt his heart pounding. "Should I do it?"

Lin Zhu nodded, "Not bad, a bunch of petty thieves, perfect for you to practice on."

For some reason, Tang Sanzang felt a little eager and expectant.

At this moment, Guanyin, who was above the Guanyin Temple, had a headache. She needed to find a reason to put the golden headband on Sun Wukong.

Logically speaking, I should have worn it long ago, but I just haven't had the chance.

"How about we find an excuse to say we wore it wrong when we subdue the black bear spirit later?"

She said it, and she intended to do it.

Without the golden headband, would Sun Wukong still be the Sun Wukong of Buddhism?

It's uncontrollable.

The night was deep and the dew was heavy. The room where Lin Zhu and the others were staying had been turned off, and the firelight flickered through the gauze window.

The sound of the firewood clattering was very faint, but it didn't escape their notice.

Sun Wukong chuckled and said, "Master, the monks at Guanyin Temple are trying to rob and kill you!"

Lin Zhu said, "It'll all be up to you, Sanzang, in a bit."

"Amitabha," Tang Sanzang murmured, closing his eyes and concentrating, preparing for his first battle.

The next moment, the torch ignited the firewood, and the flames spread upwards towards the screen window.

But then, a burly monk burst through the sea of ​​fire, shouting, "Amitabha! Excellent! Fellow disciples, lay down your butcher's knives and become Buddhas on the spot!"

At this moment, Tang Sanzang activated his Golden Bell Shield, which increased his size, to the point that even his wide monk's robe was stretched to bursting.

He was shirtless and looked quite fierce.

But looking at his face, he was full of compassion.

"Oh no, we've been discovered. Quick, charge side by side!" The monks, unaware of their guilt for their evil deeds, were instead filled with malice and charged at Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang remembered Lin Zhu's instructions: ignore everything else and beat the old master to death with a flurry of punches.

Immediately, a pair of fists began to flailing wildly.

Then there was a clanging sound, and all the knives that were slashing at me shattered.

Then came screams.

Tang Sanzang felt as if his fist had hit tofu, easily knocking the charging monk apart.

The scene was extremely bloody.

Red blood splattered on his face, which startled him, making him look like an injured fawn.

"This humble monk has killed a living being." He looked at his fist in disbelief, completely unaware of when his strength had become so great.

The other monks were also stunned, but they had seen blood before. Seeing Tang Sanzang in a daze, they quickly said, "Cut him down when he's not looking."

The monks exuded a murderous aura.

Tang Sanzang was still in a daze, and Lin Zhu and Sun Wukong showed no intention of coming to his aid.

But when the large sword struck Tang Sanzang, golden light automatically emanated from his body to protect him, and a clang was heard.

The blade broke off and reflected back.

The knife that struck Tang Sanzang turned on its master and killed him.

Hearing the sound of the knife tip piercing flesh, Tang Sanzang opened his eyes and saw this scene.

"What a sin! What a sin!"

The surviving monks were all so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Then Tang Sanzang sat on the ground and began chanting the Rebirth Mantra to help the souls of the dead find peace.

Physical rituals for the deceased before death and scriptural rituals for the deceased after death—it truly is a one-stop service.

This scene left the monks completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Inside the room, seeing that there was no more movement outside, Sun Wukong burst out of the door and shouted, "Let me, Old Sun, settle your score with you!"

"Wukong, stop!" Tang Sanzang quickly intervened.

Sun Wukong almost lost his composure, turning to look at Tang Sanzang and saying, "They wanted to burn us to death; they're not good people."

"Heaven cherishes life," Lin Zhu said as he emerged from the flames.

Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang both turned to look at Lin Zhu. Had this guy changed his ways today?

Lin Zhu's palm spun rapidly as the Soul-Suppressing and Evil-Releasing Seal spun. "I'll place a seal on them. If there's no change, they're alive. If they become demons, then you, Sanzang, will perform the ritual to help them pass on."

Having said that, before Tang Sanzang could object, he stamped the seal on the spot.

The Soul-Suppressing and Evil-Releasing Seal multiplied in the air and pressed down on the foreheads of these monks one by one.

But then, black mist suddenly rose from the bodies of most of the monks, entwined with resentment, and they screamed in agony.