"I...I have obtained the decree of the two saints from the West. You cannot kill me!"
The already seriously injured Vaisambhava was on the verge of death after being violently beaten by the Buddhist scripture collection team, so he said feebly.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Xuanzang ignored the Buddha at all and continued to slap him mercilessly.
"You mean you came here under the instruction of two saints from the West?"
Xuanzang asked calmly.
"Yes, yes, I came here under the instructions of the two saint leaders. You can't kill me, you can't kill me!"
The Buddha thought that Xuanzang would be wary after hearing the title of saint and would not dare to kill him again, so he quickly continued to emphasize.
"Since you think so much about the two saints in the West, the poor monk will send you to the West to meet them again!"
After saying that, Xuanzang punched out, instantly shattering the golden merit body of the Buddha Vaisava. The Buddha died on the spot after losing his merit gold!
Giving hope and then despairing, this is the most tortured way!
"Master's punch is really full of power and beauty!"
After everything was dealt with, Zhu Bajie began to flatter Xuanzang.
"Don't say this to me anymore. I'm no longer interested in these frivolous things. It's more important to deal with business now."
Xuanzang jumped down from the clouds and went to the palace where he destroyed France.
At this time, the instigator who caused the destruction of France to fall into disaster has died, and it is not known what happened to the king and queen of France.
As long as the king and queen who destroyed France regain their sanity, they will no longer think about killing the monks, and their master and disciples can successfully survive the destruction of France.
"Master has grown up!"
"Yes, Master is no longer the same Master as before."
Zhu Bajie and Xiao Bailong couldn't help but sigh, and Sha Wujing also nodded repeatedly.
"Let's go, follow Master and continue on the road!"
The four of them, Sun Wukong, also jumped off the clouds one after another and came to the French Palace. They happened to see Xuanzang reprimanding the French King and Queen.
"Look at the good things you have done, do you think you can become an immortal by killing animals?"
Xuanzang became angry at the thought of being chased around by French soldiers. He pointed at the French king and queen and cursed.
"Holy Monk, Holy Monk, we know we are wrong, we know we are wrong!"
The French king and queen cried so hard that they hugged Xuanzang's thigh and wouldn't let go.
"Do you know how many wronged souls there are in those nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-six monks? Together they can encircle the imperial palace!"
Xuanzang said in a serious tone.
"Holy Monk, Holy Monk must save us. We really know we are wrong and we don't dare to have these thoughts anymore!"
The eyes of the King of France were full of sincerity, begging for Xuanzang's forgiveness and not to be disturbed by the ghost of the dead monk.
"First of all, the name of your country is not auspicious enough. Please change it to Qin France!"
Xuanzang thought for a moment and said.
"Okay! Okay! Let's call it Qin France!"
The King of France nodded repeatedly, without even the slightest hint of resistance.
"Also, too many monks have died in your hands. It would be a very scary thing to be haunted by the ghosts."
"Holy Monk, what should the Holy Monk do?"
The French king felt that there were ghosts of monks everywhere around him. He was so frightened that he quickly asked Xuanzang.
"This matter is actually quite simple. It is to redeem the wronged souls of these monks. Don't worry, there are still no dead souls that the poor monks cannot save."
Xuanzang said proudly.
Even if he couldn't be saved through Buddhist methods, Xuanzang could still use physical methods to save him!
Looking at the expectant expressions of the French King and Queen, Xuanzang paused and continued:
"But the poor monk's method consumes too much..."
"Just tell the holy monk what he needs. As long as the holy monk can save these innocent souls, any needs of the holy monk will be met even if it takes the whole country!"
Xuanzang nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Sun Wukong and the other four.
"Okay! Okay! Master is wise and powerful. He saves the world and saves people from water and fire. He is the merciful savior!"
Zhu Bajie immediately understood what Xuanzang meant and started to applaud.
Xuanzang once again showed a satisfied smile, showing off his big brother style!
"Senior Brother, when we talked about Master's growth just now, was it too early?"
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Meishan.
"Why do you feel so dizzy? What happened?"
After waking up from the drunkenness, Master Tongtian felt a splitting headache. He had forgotten everything that had happened before. Master Tongtian looked at his surroundings in confusion.
"This is...Meishan!"
"I remembered that I went to have a drink with Junior Brother Lin Xuan before. I clearly remember that I only had one drink. How could I be so drunk that I fell unconscious?"
The leader of Tongtian Cult thought that he had the body of a saint, and even the most violent alcohol could not have any impact on him. However, after drinking the deer antler wine, he actually lost consciousness on the spot and fell into a coma.
But soon the leader of Tongtian Church took this matter for granted. After all, nothing on Meishan Mountain was ordinary, even a saint could not resist it!
"I still don't know if the scripture collection team has survived the destruction of France. I have to ask."
Leader Tongtian dragged his heavy body and walked out, intending to ask the Meishan Immortals about the situation of the scripture-seeking team and whether the disaster of destroying France had been solved.
"Puff——"
"Hahahahaha!"
Not long after Lord Tongtian walked out of the guest room, everyone who saw Lord Tongtian burst into laughter!
"What are you laughing at? What are you looking at my face? Are there flowers on my face?"
Leader Tongtian asked in confusion.
"No...no flowers."
Yuan Feng's face turned red and she replied, almost unable to restrain her laughter.
The Zulong, Shi Qilin, and Lu Ya they met later all had the same look on their faces. They were all suppressing smiles, and their whole bodies were almost distorted.
Leader Tongtian still didn't feel anything unusual. He just thought that the Meishan immortals had encountered something happy, so he didn't take it to heart.
Until Master Tongtian met Sanxiao who was coming towards him. Sanxiao had a look of shock on his face and pointed at Master Tongtian's face with trembling fingers.
"Teacher...how did you..."
"What's wrong with me? I'm fine. I'm just dizzy after drinking too much. Why do you three look like this?"
Leader Tongtian was puzzled as to what had happened to the immortals in Meishan and why they all showed such strange expressions.
Looking at Tongtian Cult Master who was still in the dark until now, Yun Xiao reluctantly took out the glass mirror and brought it to Tongtian Cult Master, letting him see the painting on his face.
"Here! Why are there these things on my face!"
After seeing clearly what was on his face, Master Tongtian felt a bolt from the blue.
Such a shameful thing is actually known to the whole Meishan, so where can he put his old face!
