"Since the scriptures can't be given to us, we will continue to attack the yellow-skinned mouse." Tang Monk touched his nose depressedly.

What a great opportunity? Just bring the scriptures back with you! These guys like to do these formalistic things! If you really want to spread the scriptures, just find a god and send them to Nanzhan Buzhou and that's it!

Tang Monk suddenly changed the subject: "Um...Buddha, Bodhisattva, our scripture-collecting group has worked tirelessly and traveled thousands of miles to come here to learn scriptures...How do we calculate our salary?"

Guanyin was annoyed again: "You are supposed to be disciples of Lingshan. What kind of salary do you need to learn scriptures?"

"Should I work for nothing if I work with Lingshan disciples? My father's Wudang sect disciples get subsidies for conquering demons and slaying demons... We sleep in the open and don't even have insurance for slaying demons and slaying demons?" Tang Monk grinned sideways.

asked like a funny emoticon.

Guanyin:......

It’s you again! Damn Zhenwu! If this Bodhisattva hadn’t been able to defeat you, I would have hung you on a cliff in the South China Sea and been beaten by the waves for a hundred years, a hundred years!

Looking at the embarrassed Guanyin and Buddha, Tang Seng also felt that he could not push for an inch. He weighed the tin staff in his hand and said: "That's all... I will pay them the team's salary. As for my salary... I will take this

A nine-ring tin staff and a brocade cassock top!"

"Buddha, Bodhisattva! Farewell!" Tang Monk took Sun Wukong and walked out. The people in Lingshan were really unhappy. They were all extremely rich but had nothing to lose.

No wonder Dad looks down on these guys, even the Wudang sect doesn’t want to see temples in the world... These temples have the same virtue as their leader. They occupy land but don’t pay taxes. If virtue is not matched, there will be disaster!

The Zhenwu Emperor Temple in the human world has never had anything like money for sesame oil or merit boxes, and you don’t even need to bring incense yourself. The Wudang Sect has special electronic incense that is provided to pilgrims free of charge, which is energy-saving, environmentally friendly and can be reused.

As for the human temple in Lingshan? There is something special about that - there is no chance in the world, all because you are rich!

Sun Wukong led Tang Monk somersault back to the camp. The yellow-skinned mouse protected by the divine wind of Samadhi was not suitable for confronting him, so he had to adopt a roundabout strategy to secretly kill him.

Fighting face to face with gongs and drums is a behavior that only fools would choose. The designer once said: It doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat.

The most sinister means of attack in the last war was Daojun Lu Ya's Seven Arrows Book. Futu Mountain, where Daojun Lu Ya lived, was not far from the 800-mile Huangfengling Mountains. The group immediately turned around to look for Lu Ya.

The Buddhas who were paying attention to Tang Monk and his group at Lingshan were a little stunned: "Why...why did Tang Monk turn around? Could it be that he didn't take this sutra?"

Guanyin shook her head: "Probably not. Tang Seng has a very similar personality to his nominal father Zhenwu. Although he is naughty, he keeps his promises."

The Buddhas suppressed their temper and continued to pay attention, but saw Tang Monk returning to Futu Mountain.

"Old Zen Master! The poor monk is here again!" Tang Monk jumped out of the car and ran to Zen Master Wuchao's bird's nest, shouting as he ran.

Zen Master Wuchao, also known as Daojun Lu Ya, jumped down from the bird's nest and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Didn't the holy monk go to get Buddhist scriptures? Why did he come back again? Could it be that he couldn't bear to leave the old monk?"

"No...we have encountered a hard idea. More than a thousand miles ahead is the boundary of Huangfengling. There is a yellow-skinned mouse demon king there. I don't know what kind of luck that guy has that allowed him to cultivate the innate Samadhi Kamikaze.

--The fart made me and the monkey jump to the foot of Lingshan Mountain." Tang Monk complained.

"As you know, the poor monk only practices the golden body but not the magic... If I want to kill that monster, I can only get close, but that guy doesn't give me the chance to get close!" Tang Monk said depressedly.

Zen Master Wuchao nodded to express his understanding: "So you want me to help you conquer demons?"

Tang Monk nodded: "You are a quasi-sage. You must be able to take down all these little yellow-skinned mice!"

"But why should I help you? Fundamentally speaking, I am also a demon clan. If you ask me, an ancestor of the demon clan, to help you kill a rookie demon clan...isn't this too particular?" Zen Master Wuchao didn't.

He asked angrily.

Tang Seng touched his bald head and smiled: "You are wrong to think so! We didn't want to beat him to death, but the death penalty can't be avoided. If we beat him, it will be over... Think about it

, why didn’t I go to Wudang disciples?

Suppressing the yellow wind monster? When Wudang went on an expedition, not even a blade of grass grew! You have also seen Wudang’s mushroom cultivation technology, and Ten Thousand Monster Mountain is still a forbidden area for the monster clan! Just because you are the ancestor of the monster clan, you should be careful with your actions... We are all

Good for you!"

Listening to what Tang Monk said, Zen Master Wuchao had a much clearer idea. If the yellow wind monster fell into the hands of Yang Hongru, it would inevitably end up turning into a scarf. But if he took action himself, the little mouse spirit would be better.

There is still a possibility of survival.

"That's all..." Zen Master Wuchao helplessly threw a book to Tang Monk: "This is the book of Seven Arrows with Nail Head... You only need to build an altar and worship Huangfengling for twenty-one days, and you can kill the Yellow Wind Monster."

The three souls and seven souls were captured into the little scarecrow... I bowed and arrowed

I won’t lend it to you anymore. Just vent your anger. Don’t use this book to harm people’s lives - it will destroy their merits and luck. Back then, Jiang Ziya used this book to kill Zhao Gongming. In the end, even becoming a god was none of his business.

The Flying Bear of the Gods finally re-entered reincarnation as a mortal."

"Thank you, Zen Master!" Tang Monk happily took the nail-head book of Seven Arrows, and then let Canopy use the art of mediating creation to set up an altar under the tree.

Sun Wukong is proficient in the seventy-two magical powers of Earth Evil, and Tianpeng is proficient in the thirty-six magical powers of Tiangang. Together, these two people are equivalent to the complete collection of Taoist magical powers.

After the altar was erected, Tang Monk asked Miss Mao Er to erected a scarecrow. This kind of handiwork was better done by female relatives. None of the men in the scripture collection team knew how to do this.

After all the props were prepared, Tang Monk lit seven lanterns and arranged them in a row of seven stars, and finally placed the straw man on the altar. He kowtowed three times in the direction of Huangfengling and then murmured the name of the Yellow Wind Monster.

They are all gods or above, and they can all feel a magical force connecting the Scarecrow and the Yellow Wind Monster thousands of miles away.

ojibak!

The nail-headed seven-arrow ceremony has started smoothly! After only twenty-one days, all the three souls and seven souls of the yellow wind monster can be captured in the scarecrow - and then the scarecrow can be beaten.

As long as the Yellow Wind Monster is not killed, the Seven Arrows on the Nail Head ritual is a simple soul seduction technique. For a deity like Tang Monk who is in the Daluo realm, it basically does not consume any luck or merit.

Thousands of miles away, the yellow wind monster felt a little cold. He sneezed and staggered back to the cave. The monk Mang didn't know where he was blown, and he probably wouldn't be able to come back! Even so!

So what if you come back? Lord Shu will continue to invite you to fly!

Once activated, the Seven Arrows Ritual will almost never be broken, unless you take away the Seven Arrows book and the scarecrow... But that won't work just by relying on the strength of the yellow-skinned rat. In addition to his Samadhi Kamikaze, he has some cards.

, the combat power is not even as good as that of Little White Dragon, let alone being on par with Sun Wukong.

He was able to defeat Tang Monk and Sun Wukong because of his magical power, but he couldn't rely on this magical power to snatch back the Scarecrow and the Seven Arrows Book. This is the tragic situation of inferior hard power.

We can't leave in these twenty-one days, so Tang Monk gave everyone a short holiday to go wherever they liked. As long as they can return to Futu Mountain in twenty days and beat up yellow-skinned mice, it will not be considered absent from work.

It’s a holiday! The Buddhist scripture study group expressed that they are very happy.

Tianpeng is going to take Miss Maoer back to the heaven for a walk, Xiaobai wants to go back to the West Sea to have a look, and as for Wukong... he plans to go to the Dragon King of the East China Sea to reminisce about the past.
Chapter completed!