Although the demonic aura on the mountain below Tang Monk's feet is like dark clouds, these demonic auras do not contain much karma.

Don't ask Tang Seng why he can distinguish so clearly, just ask how much he eats and how much he sees!

Tang Monk has eaten small animals that have not turned into monsters, and he has eaten Taiyi Dao Fruit, a demon king. The appreciation of monster energy has already become an instinct engraved in his bones.

After all, before stewing in the iron pot, Yang Hongru had to test Tang Monk's taste of evil spirits. If he answered wrongly, he would be beaten.

It can be said that Tang Seng’s abilities were all developed by Yang Hongru. Without Yang Hongru’s strict requirements, Tang Seng could have asked Daluo when he was only sixteen years old? With Sun Wukong’s background, this kind of talent is only at the peak of Taiyi

, Tang Monk's ability to block Sun Wukong is directly related to Yang Hongru's investment regardless of cost.

In this era, Sun Wukong is not only the son of luck, but Tang Monk is also a man of great luck. Once he steps into the path of spiritual practice, his future is limitless.

Sixteen-year-old Da Luo's speed can scare countless immortal cultivators to death. Except for the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, such outrageous things will never happen.

Tang Monk knocked on the door seriously: "Is there a demon here? The poor monk is here to bring warmth!"

"Why did you, a monk, break into my immortal mansion?" asked the gatekeeper demon.

Tang Seng was delighted: "With these six words on your door, you still have the nerve to call yourself an Immortal Mansion? Your level is too low, so look for someone from your family who can take on the trouble!"

"Hey! You monk! Do you know who is here? Does King Black Wind know?" Although the little demon was domineering, he did not dare to step forward and take action. A monk with thin skin and tender flesh dared to come to the demon cave alone.

No matter how weird it looks.

Tang Seng was also unambiguous. He grabbed the little demon by the neck and threw him into the hole: "If I ask you to report the news, you should do so honestly... What are you talking about with me?"

The little demon was so frightened by Tang Seng's throw of the universe that he ran to the black wind monster and reported: "The king...is not good! A monk has come to the door!"

"Monk? Is he a monk with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth?" King Black Wind asked.

The little demon shook his head like a rattle: "It's a gentle monk wearing a cassock covered with jewelry... This monk grabbed my neck and threw me in."

"Trash! Let me put it on! I want to see who this monk is!" King Black Wind picked up the black-tasseled spear on the weapon rack, put on the robe the little demon brought him, and rushed out.

"Who, monk, dare to come to our Black Wind Mountain to cause trouble? Do you know who grandpa is?" King Black Wind shouted as soon as he left the cave.

Without saying a word, Tang Monk took off his cassock, revealing his muscular upper body, and then bulged his muscles into fighting form.

By the way, this Black Wind King was completely black from head to toe, wearing black clothes, black pants, black shoes, and black hair... He looked like he had just emerged from a coal mine.

"What kind of spirit are you?" Tang Seng asked curiously.

"Grandpa, I am the Taoist bear of Xiong Zhu. I can't change my name in practice, but I can't change my surname. I am the Black Wind King!" Black Bear Monster Niu Pi said coaxingly.

Tang Seng: "Can you be more civilized? You always take advantage of others when you say something? Do you know that ethics will deduct money? Besides, if I call you grandpa, do you dare to agree? You don't see clearly what this poor monk looks like.

Like who!"

The black bear monster's heart skipped a beat when he heard Tang Seng's words. When he first came out, he was just looking at Tang Seng's muscular body and bright bald head. Are facial features important?

He took a closer look and found that the monk looked exactly like the Zhenwu Emperor, who was famous in Nanzhan Buzhou and suppressed the demon clan!

What’s the relationship between this guy and Emperor Zhenwu?

No way! He can't be the son of Emperor Zhenwu, right? What did I say just now? Grandpa? I'm going to kill him! Isn't this monk's grandfather the father of Emperor Zhenwu?

The black bear monster knelt down with a plop: "Dad! My son has been waiting so hard for you!"

Tang Seng:......

Can you have some dignity?

Can there be some bottom line?

Can the demon clan in Nanzhan Buzhou still stand up?

Do it with me!

Fight with me!

Then he was defeated by me. I could then search for loot in a legitimate manner.

Tang Monk went on an expedition, but not a blade of grass grew. Do you want to know?

The problem is that the script has changed!

The black bear monster surrendered!

And the posture of surrender is very professional!

At first glance, he looks like an old prisoner!

It would be unjust to scrape the ground three feet more... We have to pay attention to the master's reputation when doing things. People are kneeling on the ground and calling daddy. What else do you want? You can only kill people with a nod. After all, Tang Monk is a Buddhist scholar.

Not a robber.

Tang Seng sighed, feeling tired...

"Well... I want to eat bear paws today, and I'll give you two choices - either chop two paws and stew them for me, or I can give you something good to redeem your two paws." Tang Monk said quietly.

Monk? Eat bear paws?

Why is this road so familiar? He suddenly remembered something - there was a little cub in the bear tribe who seemed to have his claws chopped off by a monk... What was the monk's name?

The third burial of the demon monk!

Co-authored by "The Third Burial of the Demon Monk", he is the son of Emperor Zhenwu! I wonder why he is so murderous! What a ancestral temper!

"There's a treasure! There's a treasure!" The black bear monster turned around and ran away. After rummaging through the cave for a while, he came out holding a purple bamboo.

"Holy Monk, look! This is a ten-thousand-year-old purple bamboo produced in the South China Sea. It contains spirituality. With a little sacrifice, it can become a magic weapon with extraordinary spirituality! The little demon thinks that this purple bamboo is destined to you, and it is worthy of you!" Black Bear

Wei said humbly.

It’s not that he is a coward, but that Emperor Zhenwu is too scary. The Da Luo Jin Yao can do whatever he wants in a three-on-one fight, so what the heck is he, a little Tai Yi demon?

Tang Seng Mo Mo's bamboo is indeed full of spirituality. It is also a rare spiritual material nowadays. If you find a town and sell it, you can get a lot of money!

"Okay... you can go back..." Tang Monk patted the black bear monster on the shoulder and said. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something.

"That's not right! The only place where bamboo is produced in the South China Sea is the dojo of Guanyin Bodhisattva! Where did you get this thousand-year-old purple bamboo?" Tang Monk asked curiously.

The black bear monster had a bitter look on his face: "The little demon is the mountain god of Luojia Mountain, but Guanyin Bodhisattva had to let me come and guard the Buddhist monks... You think this is causing trouble!"

"Oh? Didn't Bodhisattva tell you what the Buddhist monk looks like?" Tang Monk asked.

The black bear monster scratched the back of his head: "I just remember that Bodhisattva said there was a furry-faced thunder man with a mouth that could hit... I don't remember the rest."

Tang Seng:......

He is worthy of being a bear! Forgetfulness is great! It is not for nothing that people say something like this: The blind bear breaks off the corn - breaks off a stick and throws away the stick.

This bear’s memory is indeed unreliable!

Tang Seng was not the child of a stupid husband. When he thought about it carefully, he realized that this black bear was created by Guanyin to make things difficult for him.

This fruit of seeking scriptures is indeed very deep! Not only the gods dug holes for him, but also the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were not to be outdone...

"Let's go..." Tang Monk waved his hand to dismiss the black bear monster, then turned around and jumped to the top of Ling Xuzi's mountain.

Can we have the most basic trust between people and gods in this world? In this cold world, only the hot alchemy furnace and the sweet elixir can bring you a trace of warmth!
Chapter completed!