"How many times have I told you that as a monkey, you can't fight and kill. Fighting and killing won't solve the problem. When will you correct your irritable character?"
The monkey who came to Tang San Buran with his head lowered, but was scolded by Tang San Burian, was filled with emotion at this time.
It really wanted to tell San Zang,
Don't talk about yourself in front of so many people. After all, as the Monkey King, you have your own face, right?
but,
Tang Sanzong didn't seem to have any competition, he still looked at the monkey and kept scolding it——
"Why, my teacher told me that you still don't accept it? As a monkey, how can you just use your fists to solve problems? What should you do if you encounter something that you can't solve?"
“I’ve been told but you don’t listen, I’ve heard but you don’t understand, you’ve understood but you don’t do it, you’ve done it but you’ve done it wrong, you’ve done it but you don’t admit it, you’ve admitted it but you don’t change it, you’ve changed it but you don’t accept it, you don’t accept it. You still want to say..."
Speaking of which,
Tang Sanzian said with a look of hatred on his face: "Wukong, how many times do you have to tell me this for my master?"
"alright!"
Just when Sun Wukong found an opportunity and was about to interrupt, the long-faced Taoist on the side walked up with a dark expression, pointed at Tang Sanzang's nose and scolded him coldly:
"As the saying goes, if a son fails to teach, it is the father's fault; a disciple..."
Uh-huh!
Before the long-faced Taoist could finish speaking, a fist as big as a casserole suddenly appeared in front of him and struck the long-faced Taoist hard on the face.
After hearing a "bang" sound, the long-faced Taoist let out a long scream of "ah", blood spurted out on the long-faced Taoist's face like a peacock opening its tail.
The next second,
The screaming long-faced Taoist flew out of the palace following the tiger-headed man, and then there was another chaotic sound outside!
At this time,
Tang Sanbian shook off the blood on his fist, looked at Sun Wukong solemnly, and said word by word: "Remember, don't be so impatient as a monkey, leave the matter of beating people to your master. If you can't beat me, then you And then on!"
After saying that,
As if giving a warning, San Zun looked directly at Sun Wukong and said, "Don't let me, my master, continue to repeat this question!"
After the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously,
The monkey looked at San Buran and said sincerely: "Yes, Master!"
aside,
Zhu Bajie said that he was just soy sauce. After licking his nose, he set his sights on the face of the last goatee——
clatter!
Goatee suddenly took half a step back, looked at Zhu Bajie with a wary expression and said, "What are you doing?"
but,
San Zang didn't even look at Zhu Bajie, but stood in front of Goatee, bowed with one hand and said, "This donor, can we have a good talk now?"
Great Immortal Yangli: "..."
king:"……"
The king, who felt completely ignored, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
Datang is awesome,
But now Tang San is not buried in the Tang Dynasty, but in his own country of Chechi.
How dare a Tang Dynasty monk be so arrogant on his own one-third of an acre of land?
You simply don’t take yourself seriously!
boom!
The king, who had just launched a crime and was preparing to have this monster monk captured alive, suddenly remembered Tang San's other identity -
The younger brother of the Tang Dynasty emperor!
grass!
Thinking of this,
The king, who was attracting everyone's attention, looked down at Tang San's burial and said with an indifferent expression:
"If I hadn't wanted to kill people recently, let alone the younger brother of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, even if you were the true Buddha of the West, I would have cut off your head!"
After saying that,
The King of Chechi sat down again, waved his hand and said, "Come, let's see you off!"
Damn it!
After hearing this, Tang Sanzong narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, he didn't even have a bite to eat and he just wanted to leave?
This car is too small for the King of Chi Kingdom!
That’s it!
After returning to the Tang Dynasty, Che Chiguo will go to worship in the future, and I will let them prepare their own meals!
Thinking of this,
The dark-faced Tang Sanzong glanced at Goatee, who had escaped the disaster, and thought in his mind whether he should also beat him away.
After thinking for a while,
Sanzang finally gave up the idea, turned to look at the two disciples and said, "Let's go!"
But at this moment,
A voice suddenly sounded outside the hall——
"Wait!"
Before the sound completely disappeared, the tiger-headed tiger-headed man with a cloth wrapped around half of his head, and the long-faced Taoist with a cloth wrapped around his head and nose,
Walking towards Master and Disciple San Zong with murderous intent!
At this time,
The king's expression changed and he asked in a deep voice: "Two national masters, I will send people to drive them out of Chechi country now. I will not let them enter our Chechi territory in the future!"
"Thank you King for your kindness!"
After the tiger-headed tiger-nao thanked him inexplicably, he added: "King, my brother has lost face. My brother can just get it back by himself. There is no need for the king to take action!"
After saying that,
The tiger-headed tiger-head turned to look at Tang Sanzang, his stern eyes shone with a cold light, and he asked with his nostrils raised in an arrogant voice: "Monk, do you dare to fight with me?"
"Amitabha!"
Tang Sanzong glanced at the tiger head and tiger brain in front of him with eyes full of amusement, then pointed at Wukong and said -
"The great disciple of the poor monk is Sun Wukong, who caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago. You may not believe it, but I think you still remember that big stick not long ago. If you doubt it, the poor monk will ask Wukong to give you another one." stick!"
Speaking of which,
Tang Sanzong rubbed his chin and said in a strange tone: "It just so happened that the poor monk thought that Wukong only had one tiger skin skirt and didn't replace it when it got dirty. He was looking for an opportunity to make another one for my disciple, so here you are! "
After saying that,
San Zan pointed at Zhu Bajie again, and seeing the three people with tiger heads and tiger heads whose expressions changed greatly, who wanted to speak, he said again——
"The second disciple of the poor monk, the former Tianpeng Grand Marshal of Tianting Tianhe Navy, under his command is a 300,000-strong navy that roars in the three realms, is famous in the world, and kills people invisible. Do you want to try it?"
then,
San Zang did not look at the three people with sallow faces. He pointed out and said expressionlessly: "Even the poor monk's BMW was transformed by the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea!"
Until then,
Tang Sanzang looked at the three people with pale faces and asked with a faint smile: "You three... are you sure you want to fight with the poor monk?"
"Oh, by the way, the poor monk is not good at fighting, but the poor monk is good at convincing others with his virtue!"
Talking
Tang Sanbian waved the nine-ring tin staff in his hand and said with a smile:
"If the three of you insist on fighting, the poor monk will agree. It happens that the two disciples, the poor monk and me, are hungry. You can rest assured that the poor monk will never let the three of them die in the wilderness!"
"By the way, the three donors should not care about the identity of the poor monk as the 'Prince of Tang's Imperial Disciple'. Those are all false names, false names!"
grass!
Looking at Tang Sanfu, who looked like a human even if he didn't smile, but looked like a ghost when he smiled, the three national masters of Che Chiguo had already turned pale with fear, and their hearts were in their throats.
The first sentence of "Three Burials",
It points out that Hutouhunao is a tiger demon, and the most powerful Hutouhunao has been seen through by Sanzang. Who needs to talk about the other two?
As for the Monkey King, the former Marshal Tianpeng, the Third Prince of the Dragon King, etc...
Let’s not talk about whether we can beat him or not.
The three wild monsters couldn't afford to pull out the identity of anyone at random, let alone the masters of these big shots and the imperial disciples of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty!
Thinking of this,
The tiger-headed tiger-nao glanced at his two brothers, and then at the queen who couldn't say anything. The cold murderous intent on his face disappeared instantly.
Subsequently,
The three demons all bowed to Tang San's funeral, and shouted in unison with their big sincere eyes and innocent faces:
"The eminent monk's Dharma is exquisite, but the three poor Taoists are the ones who have mastered it, and the three poor Taoists are willing to be inferior..."
