There were no accidents during the process, and the power of merit was successfully absorbed into the bodies of Tang Sanzang and the others.
Everyone who participated in the study of Buddhist scriptures received more or less merit, and many merits were transferred to the spiritual mountain where Buddhism is located.
For a time, the entire Buddhist gate was filled with golden light, giving it a scene like the Western Paradise.
The luck of the Buddhist sect has skyrocketed, while the luck of the Taoist sect has been squeezed and dimmed a lot.
Infused with the power of merit, many people in Buddhism made breakthroughs without even waiting to refine the power of merit.
"Haha, okay, okay!"
Zhunti and Jieyin were on the stage, with smiles on their faces and loud cheers.
Immediately, Zhunti ordered to take Tang Sanzang and the others down and give them a good banquet.
"My old grandson has something to do, so I won't eat."
After leaving the words, Sun Wukong prepared to leave Lingshan.
Zhunti's face turned ugly for a moment: "Sun Wukong, what do you mean? Now that you, my Buddhist disciple, have defeated the Buddha, why don't you give me, this Buddhist saint, some face?"
Although he had long expected to encounter this situation, Zhunti still became very angry.
"Face? You earned it by yourself, not given by others. Should I call you a saint, or a master?"
Sun Wukong suddenly turned around, his face became ferocious, and wisps of black and red demonic energy burst out of his body.
Before coming, Yang Xiao told him not to make trouble, but when things came to pass, Sun Wukong still couldn't control it.
When he thought of his life, Sun Wukong's boundless anger surged from his heart.
If he hadn't met the shopkeeper, what would his life have been like?
Sun Wukong didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it, and the initiator of all this was Zhunti.
"Wang Guan, since you recognize me, how can you talk to Master like this? I didn't teach you my skills back then, how could you be where you are today?"
Seeing Sun Wukong talking to him like this, Zhunti snorted angrily.
Sun Wukong sneered: "What I owe you, Sun Wukong, I have paid off long ago when you let Tathagata crush me for five hundred years."
"If it weren't for this, do you really think I would think so? Five hundred years, a whole five hundred years!"
Tang Sanzang, who was listening quietly next to him, suddenly sighed and went over to pat Sun Wukong on the shoulder.
"Stop talking, Wukong, let's go. You can keep the hammer feast for yourself. If you are sincere and give you a hundred and eighty sumeru bag of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, we might even be grateful to you. "
Turning to Zhunti and Jieyin, Tang Sanzang spoke with a sneer on his face.
Zhunti said angrily: "Bold Tang Sanzang, you still want to be beaten, don't you?"
"Yes, come on, come on, if you have the ability to kill a poor monk, you are a bullshit saint, that's all you have. You didn't do the right thing, so I won't let you talk about it."
"If I were you, I would definitely give my good disciple a good explanation and compensation. Tell him that the master was wrong. Tell him that the master is considering the overall situation and has no choice but to sacrifice him for the future of Buddhism. At least tell him and Wukong will feel better."
"Look at you now, you look like Wukong has spoken harshly, and you threaten him with past favors. It's normal for Wukong to have grievances. Why are you so angry? Bah, you don't deserve to be Wukong's master. Wukong only has me as his master."
Tang Sanzang was not afraid, he pointed at Zhunti and sprayed him all over his face.
In the bookstore, Yang Xiao's clone was very happy to see Tang Sanzang, like a man.
So what if the saint is scolded? Anyway, Tang Sanzang also knew that the two saint clones alone would not be able to kill him unless he came.
"you……"
Zhunti was speechless, he didn't expect Tang Sanzang would dare to say that to him.
He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find anything to say.
The entire Da Leiyin Temple became quiet at this time.
No one thought that Tang Sanzang would be so bold.
And these words are completely true and reasonable.
"Why, what the poor monk said is wrong? You should point out what is wrong. If the poor monk said something wrong, the poor monk will apologize to you."
"But the problem is, the poor monk is confident. The poor monk is right. What the poor monk said is right. Is it enough to be a Buddha? People's hearts are not there. If you let the poor monk be the Buddha and take charge of the spiritual mountain, the poor monk will despise it."
"In the past, the poor monk was just joking. Now I ask the poor monk to be the master. The poor monk is not qualified yet. Ah, my disciples, let's go."
Tang Sanzang fought back, saying a few words accurately. He tried to speak several times, but could not get in.
After finishing speaking, Tang Sanzang took Sun Wukong, greeted Zhu Bajie and others and walked outside the Leiyin Temple.
If you don't leave after pretending, you will be beaten!
"Stop, do I let you go?"
Zhunti roared angrily, jumped down from the lotus platform, and said with murderous intent.
Tang Sanzang wouldn't listen, so he dragged Sun Wukong and ran away.
Zhu Bajie and others were so frightened that they hurriedly ran away.
"Junior brother, stop."
Zhunti was about to take action when he was stopped by Jieyin.
Shaking his head, he sighed: "Tang Sanzang is right. We were wrong. Find a time to apologize to Wukong."
"No, senior brother, didn't you hear that dead monk Tang Sanzang said that they wanted treasures? They clearly wanted to blackmail them. Besides, didn't we already take a lot of things to the bookstore to compensate?"
With a sullen face, Zhunti argued.
Jieyin shook his head: "Compensation is compensation, apology is apology, it's because our attitude is wrong!"
"Isn't it just some treasures? My Buddhist sect is not short of them. If you want them, just give them some. Even if there are no more treasures, you can collect them later."
After thinking for a long time with his eyes flickering, Zhunti finally nodded. After all, he also felt a little guilty about Sun Wukong.
Tang Sanzang dragged Sun Wukong all the way away from Lingshan Mountain. He only stopped when he saw no one coming.
Zhu Bajie and the others were panting and chasing after him, especially Zhu Bajie, who was the weakest.
"If you pretend to be cool for a while, you may have heart problems."
Tang Sanzang let out a long breath, with an expression of lingering fear on his face.
In fact, he was also afraid that Zhunti would risk everything and let the Buddhist people beat them to death.
"I went to the bookstore."
Sun Wukong was not in a good mood. Without saying a word, he rode a somersault cloud and disappeared without a trace.
After being stunned for a moment, Tang Sanzang waited for Zhu Bajie and the others to follow him. After some discussion, he decided to go to the bookstore.
In the bookstore, Yang Xiao's clone looked at Shui Jing. He almost thought Zhunti was going to take action and was ready to lead people to rescue people.
But seeing that Zhunti didn't take action, he was slightly relieved.
The main thing is that he is not the real person here, but a clone, and it is not very convenient to do many things.
Sometimes, what the clone and the original think are not exactly the same, and there will be some differences.
"As long as it's okay, just leave Tang Sanzang and the others to practice."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Yang Xiao's clone's eyes flashed in thought.
After obtaining the merit and refining it, the strength of these masters and disciples will be improved.
There are also guys like Zhu Bajie and Sha Monk. What is their strength? It's time for them to show their true strength.
On his side, he might as well take some targeted measures to help a few people.
