Journey to the West: the Devil of Tang Sanzang

　　Really handsome.

　　The old monk turned his head proudly and said to Jiang Liu'er and his disciples, "This god horse is called Jiaolong horse, it has a trace of Jiaolong blood, it can travel [-] miles a day and [-] miles at night, and it can go three days and three nights without rest. , even ordinary mountain spirits and wild monsters are not afraid, holy monk, look at this dragon horse..."

　　after one breath

　　"Yes... Where's my Jiaolong colt?" The old monk stared at the tree with wide eyes. Apart from the white dragon horse, there was no shadow of the black god colt.

　　"Bald!" Bai Longma sneezed and spit out two black horsehairs from his mouth.

　　The monk next to him who was holding the Jiaolong colt would now slump on the ground, holding an empty rein in his hand, looking at the white dragon horse in horror, his crotch wet.

　　"Master... Master, this white horse, this white horse ate the dragon foal just now!"

　　The old monk suddenly widened his mouth with disbelief on his face.

　　"Roar!" Bai Longma let out a dragon roar, his head turned into a dragon's head, and he looked at the old monk viciously.

　　"Dragon... It's really a dragon..." The old monk took two steps back, staring at the white dragon horse with wide eyes, looking overly frightened.

　　See this model of the old monk

　　In this way, the white dragon horse raised his head proudly.

　　Lao Tzu is the Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan of Zhenzong, not a broken horse with a trace of Jiaolong blood.

　　After a while, the old monk finally calmed down and looked at Jiang Liuer in shock: "Holy monk, you horse, no, you dragon...why don't you have teeth?"

　　The proud expression on Xiao Bailong's face froze...

　　"Yes, the holy monk said just now that this is a little white dragon. It must be too young to have teeth!" Before Jiang Liu'er could speak, the old monk said.

　　Perfect round on the previous words.

　　Silently changed back to the white dragon horse

　　, Xiao Bailong lay on the ground and buried his head in his body.

　　The world is so unfriendly!

　　so tired……

　　"Hehe, the old homeowner, come in, there's nothing to see in my horse." Jiang Liuer said with a chuckle, and returned to the lobby to take a seat.

　　The old monk walked back tremblingly from outside, in a trance.

　　"The holy monk is really not an ordinary person!"

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Chapter 1 Monks do not lie (5/[-] for collection!)

　　When the old monk spoke, he looked at the Jin cassock with regret: "It's a pity that this brocade cassock has no relationship with the old man..."

　　"The old homeowner really likes this brocade cassock?" Jiang Liuer asked unexpectedly at this time.

　　"I like it, I really like it!" The old monk's eyes never took his eyes off the cassock.

　　"Although this brocade cassock is a treasure, it is inappropriate to exchange it, but the old home mainly really likes it, so it's okay to give it to the old home owner." Jiang Liuer smiled.

　　When Sun Wukong saw this smile, he couldn't help turning his head away and couldn't bear to look any more.

　　When the master laughs like this, someone will fall

　　It's moldy!

　　"Give it to me..." The old monk who looked at the cassock whispered, and suddenly raised his head and stared at Jiang Liu'er: "Holy monk, is this true? Monks don't lie!"

　　"Naturally take it seriously!" Jiang Liu'er squinted: "It's okay to give it to the hospital owner, but we have to agree in advance. After giving it to the hospital owner, you are not allowed to return it to me!"

　　"Naturally I won't pay it back, I won't pay it back!" Hearing this, the old monk couldn't wait to pick up the brocade cassock.

　　After cherishing for a while, the old monk raised his head with an old face.

　　With a bright smile: "Thank you holy monk. By the way, holy monk, you just said that there is a big relationship on the brocade cassock. I don't know what it is?"

　　Remembering what Jiang Liuer said before, the old monk asked.

　　"This cassock was originally given to me by Guanyin Bodhisattva and wanted me to wear it to study scriptures, but I think she is too stingy, and this cassock is not good enough." Jiang Liuer said slowly.

　　The old monk, who was rubbing the golden cassock with one hand like a treasure, immediately showed a hint of sarcasm on his face when he heard this.

　　This brocade cassock is not high enough, so what is worthy of you as a monk?

　　I'm afraid it's a brain watt

　　Now!

　　"I've always wanted to give it back to Guanyin, but every time I meet, I don't get this chance. This time, it happened to be given to the old master at this Guanyin Temple. It's considered that I returned the cassock!"

　　Hmph, what else did you say to give back to Guanyin...

　　After a breath, the old monk's hands trembled, and his eyes suddenly stared at the boss.

　　hiss!

　　He said he wanted to give it back to Guanyin Bodhisattva, but if the Bodhisattva did not want it, he would give it to me?

　　Nima!

　　If the Bodhisattva knew that I took back this brocade cassock...

　　The old monk subconsciously glanced at the Guanyin statue in the lobby, but

　　Seeing that the Guanyin statue, which was originally covered with thick gold powder, seemed to have lived half its life, a pair of eyes looked at the old monk calmly.

　　Avalokitesvara appeared!

　　The old monk who had been the owner of the Guanyin Temple for more than [-] years saw this scene and did not shed any tears.

　　Holy monk, don't bring such a fool!

　　"Holy monk, holy monk! Why don't you take this cassock back first, the old monk is really unhappy." The old monk held the cassock in both hands and hurriedly came to Jiang Liu'er and said.

　　"Amitabha, the old master of the house, you said just now that monks don't lie, we just agreed, this cassock is given to you, so you can't

　　Sent back again. "Jiang Liu'er said lightly.

　　When the old monk heard this, he almost cried!

　　What a godly monk does not lie,

　　Is this a cassock?

　　This is a life-threatening thing!

　　"No, Holy..."

　　"Amitabha, it's getting late, the poor monk will go to the back room to rest first!" Jiang Liuer said, and went to the backyard to find a monk's room to stay.

　　"No, I must send the cassock back!" In the lobby, the old monk hurried around for two laps, and hurriedly ran to the backyard.

　　夜晚

　　"Holy monk, are you asleep?"

　　"Sleep!"

　　Old monk: @#￥%…

　　"Holy monk, return the cassock to you!"

　　"Holy monk, have mercy, please accept this cassock."

　　"Holy monk, open the door, we have something to say!"

　　Half an hour later, the old monk was about to break his throat. Jiang Liuer's monk's room was still quiet and unmoved.

　　"Master, why don't you burn the monk's room! Without the monk's room, he

　　We always have to come out. "The eldest disciple of the old monk gritted his teeth and said.

　　"Burned?" The old monk looked at the Guanyin Temple, which had been in charge for two hundred years, with cloudy eyes: "What if the fire gets out of control?"

　　"How can I take care of so much!" The eldest apprentice gritted his teeth and said.

　　"Oh, let's burn it, I hope the Bodhisattva..." The old monk stopped as he spoke.

　　MMP, why are the bodhisattvas of other people's homes bless, why are there so many things that come to my home?

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Chapter 2 is on fire (5/[-] for collection!)

　　"Master, they're going to set fire to this monk's house and force us out!" The monk outside had just started to carry firewood, and Sun Wukong, who was inside, noticed it and said to Jiang Liuer.

　　"It's okay, let them burn." Jiang Liuer said calmly.

　　"Master, no way, although my grandson has the supernatural ability to ward off fire, he can only protect me alone. Master, although your physical body is stronger than my old grandson's indestructible golden body, if you make a mess of your face, it will be detrimental to your old man. Majesty." Sun Wukong said, scratching the back of his hand.

　　"It's okay! Just let them burn!" Jiang Liu'er was unmoved.

　　soon, outside

　　The monks brought a large amount of firewood and surrounded the entire monk's room.

　　When Sun Wukong heard the movement, he immediately activated the fire-proofing art: "Master, my fire-proofing art is a small supernatural power in the seventy-two transformations. When the fire-proofing art is used, most of the fires in the three realms cannot be approached. My old grandson's body is a good magical power."

　　After showing off for a while, Sun Wukong frowned: "Master, do you feel a little hot? Strange, my old grandson has pinched the fire!"

　　Sun Wukong didn't believe in evil, so he pinched the fire-proofing art again, and the result...

　　Still hot, and getting hotter.