Tang San was confused. Isn't this the plot of the script?
You are so kind, where can you find the drama queen who rushes to add drama to yourself?
The Three Little Saints of Kowloon Island, how come this name sounds familiar?
"Wukong, have you ever heard of this Kowloon Island?"
Sun Xingzhe took out the golden cudgel. He was about to suffer from intermittent mania, but after hearing his question, he endured it.
"Master, on this unknown island there are not ten thousand but eight thousand. I don't know what kind of beast has become a spirit. Just wait for me to go down and kill it!"
"Don't worry, let's go down together!"
Thinking about this place name, the three of them landed on this island. It can be regarded as a fairy island, full of spiritual energy and quiet scenery.
But the three little saints in front of him greatly disappointed Tang Sanbian. They were three demon immortals from the true fairyland. Judging from their physical characteristics, they were a long worm, a porcupine and an old bird.
No wonder the Jade Emperor said that the word "sage" has little value in this world. No wonder.
Ah, Wukong, I'm sorry, I don't mean the Monkey King.
Sun Xingzhe, a born saint, came to Bengbu and asked, "How dare you call yourself a saint because you are not diligent in your three and four limbs and do not distinguish between grains and animals?"
"That hairy monkey, aren't you an enlightened beast yourself? Why do you humiliate us like this?"
"Whoosh..."
Sun Xingzhe scratched his head and was on the verge of going berserk.
"Wait a minute, Wukong, I will try to see if this new King Yu Monument works well as my teacher!"
The Monument of King Yu was his new name for Ban Zhuan.
"That monk with tender skin and tender flesh, quickly present this bitch!"
As soon as the long insect spirit finished speaking, Tang San buried the bricks directly and said, "Corpse Master, please be patient!"
The Monument of King Yu grew bigger in the wind, like a mountain bearing down on top, and it hit the long insect directly.
boom……
The ground shook, the dust flew, and everyone was dumbfounded!
I saw that the island was smashed into a huge square pit, probably no more than a few dozen feet deep.
Only Hanhan groaned slightly towards the deep pit. She was the brother of the third burial, and he actually wanted to take advantage of her. She deserved to be smashed to death.
Boom, boom, isn't this too heavy?
"Run!"
When the old raven spirit saw something was wrong, he yelled and ran away. The porcupine spirit changed into its original shape and ran away with thorns all over its body.
"Wukong, keep... alive!"
Before he finished speaking, the porcupine spirit was beaten to the point where his brains were knocked out by Sun Xingzhe. Sun Xingzhe chased the old porcupine spirit and shouted: "There is one more, master, don't panic."
Tang Sanzun scratched his bald head, this treasure is useful, but you can't just pick it up every time you throw it away, right?
It seems like it’s a bit lacking in appearance!
We have to think of a way to sacrifice and use our spiritual thoughts to summon him!
In the blink of an eye, Sun Xingzhe came back with the old madam who had lost all his hair. The demon was trembling all over and kowtowed, "The little demon has eyes and cannot recognize the immortal. Please forgive me for your life!"
"Let me ask you, where does Kowloon Island come from?"
"I am reporting to the Immortal that this place was originally a deserted island. The three of us and I accidentally discovered that there is an immortal cave left on the island, which contains the cultivation method. We followed it and made rapid progress."
"The original name of the Supreme Immortal here was the Four Saints of Kowloon Island. The three of us imitated him and called ourselves the Three Little Saints."
Tsk...I finally remembered, isn't this the dojo of the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, Jie Jiao Xian?
After the Battle of Conferred Gods, Zhenling entered the Conferred Gods Platform and became the security captain of Lingxiao Palace. Naturally, this dojo fell into disuse.
Wait, Kowloon Island?
Tang Sanzian suddenly remembered that there were too many murderers on Kowloon Island.
Generals Fire, Plague, and Hengha can all be related to Kowloon Island.
Moreover, the most famous people on Kowloon Island are Luo Xuan, the current head of the Ministry of Fire in Heaven, and Lu Yue, the head of the Ministry of Plague.
Apart from Dou Bu and Lei Bu, these are the two most capable teams in Tianting.
Especially for the Plague Department, the leaders are all from Kowloon Island.
"Let it go, Wukong!"
"Master?"
"These little demons are practicing the Taoist teachings of Lingbao Great Heavenly Lord. They don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face. Let them go."
Sun Xingzhe heard that this Kowloon Island was the Taoist lineage of the Great Heavenly Lord of the Supreme Purity Lingbao, so he stopped being aggressive, untied the old bustard spirit and said, "Get out of here!"
"Thank you, God!"
Tang San paid no attention to the goblin and looked towards the bottom of the pit. He was so kind, so profound.
Jumping down to shrink the Monument of King Yu and bring it out, Wukong smiled and said: "Master, you may have smashed the minced meat this time, right?"
"Wukong, my master, this is called physical salvation!" Tang San said seriously.
This was convenient, even the pit was smashed directly. Tang Sanzong waved his hand to summon nearby rocks to smooth the big pit, and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha, this poor monk will take you to the Western Paradise to meet our Buddha. You are doing well. Rest in peace, owner of the corpse!"
Sun Xingzhe called him a good guy!
A one-stop service for killings, burials, and funerals?
Master, you are really punished!
He hugged Tang Sanzan with joy, "Brother Sanzan, you are so awesome!"
"Little Hanhan, Brother Sanzang is very powerful!"
Tang Sanzian pinched Aowu Qiong's nose and said: "It's been delayed for a while, let's go back quickly!"
"Master, I'll go first!"
The torturer couldn't stand the show of affection between this couple, so he ran away in advance.
Tang Sanbian picked up Aowu and performed somersault cloud in the same way. Aowu felt the wind whistling in her ears and she was flying faster than her father. She couldn't help but feel extremely frightened in her heart and hugged her tighter.
However, Tang San was thinking in his heart that if he went to Lingshan in the future, he might have to rely on the power of the Jie Jiao Immortal.
Lingbao Great Heavenly Lord has kept a very low profile since the battle to become a god, but his character of being extremely protective of his shortcomings should not change. Although this kind of little monster cannot enter the eyes of the Great Heavenly Lord, he should try to form a good relationship with him if he can.
When we returned to Yingchou Stream, it was getting late. Sun Xingzhe was already waiting by the river to wave, with a raft and a fisherman beside him.
"Master, the water god here sends me across the river."
This plan for learning scriptures is really formalistic. Even if it is a river, you cannot use magic to cross it. You have to cross it yourself.
After Tang San was buried, he thanked the river god: "Thank you so much, river god!"
"Don't take it seriously, please ask the holy monk to come on board!"
After sitting on the raft, I felt extremely stable, like the wind and an arrow. In a short time, I crossed the Yingchou steep stream and arrived at the west bank.
After thanking the God of the River, Sun Xingzhe looked at Aowu and said with a smile: "Little Dragon Girl, now is the journey to learn the scriptures. You will have to turn into a horse to carry the master."
Aowu nodded in agreement, "Brother Sanzang, just ride on me!"
Sun Xingzhe took out the post about Guanyin and said with a smile: "You can transform into the shape of a horse during the day when you go to work, and you can change back to your original form after get off work."
Paste that post on the Aowu Spirit Platform, and the golden light flashes away. From now on, Aowu can freely switch forms.
After turning into a white horse, Tang Sanbian couldn't bear to get on the horse, but he saw Aowu biting his sleeve, gesturing for him to ride up.
Tang San had no choice but to sit on it gently, patted Aowu's head as an apology, and started on his way.
Fortunately, all the luggage was stuffed into the seashells, so there were no other burdens.
The dragon knight Tang San was riding Aowu, and he sneered at these tricks of Buddhism and looked down upon them from the bottom of his heart.
Look at what happened along the way, what kind of greedy thieves are there, what kind of people are distracted, and they don’t do anything for a day, but all of them are gone.
The torturer who deceived the unruly torturer put a tight hoop on him, tied the reins on the third prince of the little white dragon, and forced him to do it just because he was destined to do so, and just pretended to be able to control the horse he wanted?
The Western teachings of forcing predestined relationships have remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the iron-faced skills are not inferior to his golden body and Taoism.
Can the third prince call him Yima?
Can you feel better?
The little silly wailing is what the poor monk wants!
