"If I go, the dog monk won't be beaten to death, right?"
In the bookstore, Yang Xiao couldn't laugh or cry. If he shoots the first bird, he will be punished if he is too arrogant.
Tang Sanzang's actions obviously aroused the saint's dissatisfaction.
The system said disdainfully: "Host, you underestimate the skills in the bookstore, and the sound just sounded like the sound of being beaten to death?"
"The sound of being beaten to death should be that of a person being blown to pieces with a bang, not a loud clang."
Yang Xiao was speechless and rolled his eyes. He just said casually, how could he not know that Tang Sanzang was not dead.
Although Tang Sanzang went crazy, his status was enough to protect him from death, and at most he would receive a lesson.
"Who, who, that bastard, crawled out for the poor monk? What's the point of attacking secretly? If you have the ability, come forward and fight the poor monk openly."
"The poor monk is not good at all, but he is good at helping those shady people, letting them know the darkness of society, their own stupidity, and their ignorance."
Tang Sanzang, who had no idea what was going on, was roaring with rage and was completely unafraid.
He did not associate the big hand that slapped him with the saint who spoke before. Even if he knew that it was a saint who took action, Tang Sanzang would not be afraid.
With such great strength, even the Buddha could not do anything to him. Tang Sanzang felt as if he was floating when he walked.
"No one can stop me. I want to go down and beat him to death. Zhunti, did you teach him to do this?"
In the sea of chaos, Yuan Shi was furious. He found that his palm had no effect at all, and the monk was not injured at all.
Zhunti, who was stunned for a moment, laughed wildly: "It won't be enough to teach him, he just understands the true meaning of my Buddhism."
"I'm so angry. I planned to be merciful, but I underestimated him."
After glaring at Zhunti angrily, Yuanshi slapped his palm down hard. This time, Yuanshi directly used a layer of mana.
Looking at this scene, Zhunti and Jieyin's pupils shrank slightly. Shouldn't they beat people to death?
In the Three Realms, Tang Sanzang, who was yelling arrogantly, was once again knocked over by a giant hand that appeared out of thin air.
This time, Tang Sanzang couldn't resist. The skin on his body exploded and blood spurted out. He instantly turned into a bloody man and turned into a blood shadow and smashed into the ground.
"Can't you live a good life? You have to seek death by yourself."
Yang Xiao rubbed his forehead, really speechless.
But it would be better to find someone to take care of Tang Sanzang, so as not to have to worry about his own name.
"Master will not die, right?"
In the sky above Baolin Temple, Zhu Bajie twitched the corners of his mouth and said to Xiao Bailong.
Is this the same master they used to be who was timid, afraid of death, delicate and frail, and who ordered them to become vegetarians every day?
The man in front of him was clearly a peerless madman who dared to attack the Buddha and challenge the saints.
"I think he should be dead. I want to beat him to death. It's so crazy."
Xiao Bailong laughed and shook his head speechlessly.
Of course, this was just a joke between him and Zhu Bajie, and he naturally knew that Tang Sanzang was not dead.
If the saint wanted to kill him, he would not have turned into a bloody man just now, but into a bloody mist.
Underground, Tang Sanzang, who had been hit by a fan, sat up, his face full of doubts about life.
He thought he was already strong, but he was slapped twice and was unable to resist. He was covered in blood and in great pain.
Tang Sanzang suddenly realized that he was not strong enough.
"Become stronger and stronger, and the poor monk will get stronger. The guy who hit me will get back to him sooner or later. A good monk will not suffer the immediate loss, so I won't mess with him for now. I will sneak away quietly."
Muttering in his heart, Tang Sanzang gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes slightly, and dug a hole in the ground.
Tang Sanzang, a Buddhist scripture seeker, instantly transformed into Tang Sanzang, a burrowing rat.
"The majesty of a saint cannot be insulted, and the rules of a saint cannot be broken. Tang Sanzang, next time, it will not be as simple as teaching a lesson."
With the ability of a saint, he naturally noticed Tang Sanzang's condition and knew that Tang Sanzang was not dead.
Looking at Tang Sanzang digging a hole, the saints didn't know that Tang Sanzang was afraid.
"Senior brother, when you turn into a saint, can you withstand a slap from Taoist brother Yuanshi who is 10% of his strength?"
In the Chaos Sea, Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Tang Sanzang was fine, and suddenly asked the person next to him.
After being stunned for a moment, Jieyin shook his head and said, "Even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured."
"But Tang Sanzang held on. Looking at him now, his injuries don't seem to be too serious."
Zhunti's eyes flashed slightly, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
This was still the late stage of the Quasi-Saint. If he were at his peak, could Tang San Zangguang be comparable to a second- or even third-level saint with his physical power?
When the saints don't interfere, Buddhism can completely rely on Tang Sanzang to reach the heaven. It is expected that the two saint clones in the heaven can't help Tang Sanzang.
The more Zhunti thought about it, the more excited he became. Could it be that after studying the Buddhist scriptures, his Buddhism flourished, and that this was how he flourished?
"It's a pity. If he can still become a saint and our Buddhist sect produces another saint, we won't have to act based on the Taoist sect's face."
Jieyin sighed with complicated eyes. Of course, only he and Zhunti could hear his words.
Hearing this, Zhunti was silent. This was the pain of his Buddhist sect. Not counting Nuwa, they only had two sages among the three sages of the Taoist sect.
Moreover, the strength of the Three Saints of the Taoist Sect was even stronger than that of him and his senior brother.
"Why don't you continue to be crazy? Do you want to be so embarrassed?"
In the Three Realms, in the sky not far from Baolin Temple, Tathagata's face turned black.
Fortunately, it was underground, so the mortals in the Wuji Kingdom did not see Tang Sanzang digging the hole.
But even so, those quasi-sages observing here in the three realms have all seen it.
In any case, Tang Sanzang's move greatly tarnished his Buddhism.
"This monk is not so stupid that there is no cure. He knows how to retreat when faced with difficulties and does not use force."
In the bookstore, Yang Xiao looked at Tang Sanzang digging a hole with a smile.
Looking at this direction, Tang Sanzang is trying to dig all the way to Wuji Country!
Yang Xiao couldn't help but want to laugh at such a strange way of entering Wuji Country.
I just don’t know what the people of the Wuji Kingdom will think when they find a monk emerging from the ground, claiming to be a holy monk from the Eastern Land and the Tang Dynasty.
It is estimated that most people will not believe it, and then say that Tang Sanzang is a liar, and use rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves to hit Tang Sanzang.
I think so, but in fact it is impossible for Tathagata to allow this to happen.
After Tang Sanzang dug out a large section and showed the tendency to continue digging out, Tathagata could no longer sit still.
"Tang Sanzang, you can get out now. The saint is just giving you a lesson. If he really wants to kill you, do you think hiding underground will be useful?"
Tathagata spoke angrily, and his voice reached the ears of Tang Sanzang who was digging the hole.
Tang Sanzang refused to continue digging, which made the thief happy.
Under his powerful physical strength, hard stones and sand are no more than tofu.
Seeing that Tang Sanzang ignored him, Tathagata became angry and slapped the front of him hard, creating a big crater and stopping Tang Sanzang.
"I said there's no need to hide, didn't you hear me?"
Tathagata angrily glared at Tang Sanzang who had hollowed out his head and exposed his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly with anger.
After getting up, Tang Sanzang retorted confidently: "The poor monk is happy, but can you take care of it?"
"I……"
The Tathagata was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. This shows that he, the Buddha, was not taken into consideration at all!
