Chapter 1,309 The poor monk has been waiting for you for a long time
Martial Arts: Longevity from the Deer and the Cauldron Text Volume Chapter 1309 The poor monk has been waiting for you for a long time. Sun Wukong raised the clouds and chased into the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The six-eared macaque praised,
Dingguang Huanxi Buddha smiled proudly, "It's a small trick, but it's not worth mentioning. Once you successfully replace this monkey, the benefits will be endless in the future."
After Dingguang Huanxi Buddha finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot, "Since I dare to take action, of course I have all the means to hold him back. You don't need to worry about this matter."
Qin Ran, who was practicing quietly, also opened his eyes and raised his left hand slightly. The golden Dao Divine Ring condensed in the void, and the Hunyuan Pearl emerged above.
There was a loud rumbling sound, and the chaotic space fluctuated. A Taoist wearing a black robe flew out, with a torrent of demonic power spread around him. This demon was carefully refined by him during this period of time. As for
Raw materials consumed most of his accumulation in the first two worlds.
Although the price is a bit high, the strength of this puppet is extraordinary. Its physical body is comparable to a middle-grade innate spiritual treasure, and its cultivation is enough to compete with ordinary powerful people in the middle stage of Daluo Golden Immortal.
Although the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal has many magic weapons and cards, if there is a fight, this puppet is enough to deal with him.
However, Qin Ran didn't have any expectations of being able to kill him. After all, the entire Buddhist sect was now on alert, hoping to kill him with one strike, waiting for a sudden change.
As soon as this puppet and the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal come into contact, the entire Buddhist sect will probably mobilize. And this is exactly what Qin Ran wants. His original intention of cultivating this puppet is just to throw out bait.
Until the fourth watch, there was a sudden noise outside. Master Yang's son came back with a group of robbers.
Tang Sanzang, who was sleeping soundly, was also awakened. It seemed that Mr. Yang was quarreling with a young man outside. Moreover, the young man's voice was somewhat familiar.
Tang Sanzang suddenly realized that one of the bandits he had taught during the day was really Master Yang's son. But wasn't he imprisoned in prison? Why did he escape so quickly?
Tang Sanzang, curious in his heart, got up and eavesdropped, wanting to see what was going on outside.
"You, an unfilial son, have the nerve to go home. You usually kill people, set fires, and do all kinds of bad things. I don't have an unfilial son like you." Mr. Yang cursed angrily.
The young man cursed and said,
Mrs. Yang comforted her.
The young man's anger subsided a little, but the scolding still didn't stop, "It's really frustrating today. I met four perverts, especially the fat guy who kept making silly comparisons. As a monk, he actually ate wine and meat, and
Face teaches us that if I meet him again next time, I will kill him with a knife!"
The other robbers also had fire in their eyes and were very angry in their hearts. Yesterday they waited for a long time in Shanlin. There were often wealthy businessmen passing by that place, planning to make a big deal. Who knew that they kicked them onto the iron plate and were all captured and kidnapped?
When we got to the tree, we had stinky socks stuffed into our mouths and choked for the whole day.
After they escaped, they rinsed their mouths dozens of times, but they still felt that there was still a bad smell in their mouths. Thinking about it now, it was like a nightmare. They had never suffered such a cruel torture since they were children.
As robbers, they have always caused psychological shadow and life blows to others, but I didn't expect it to be the other way around now.
The bandit leader was still very rational, "Second brother, don't say any more. Those people are all gods. Maybe they are not far away from here. It would be bad if they were heard. Speaking of which, we are blind, and we should not have been robbed.
People, please be more careful in the future."
The young man said angrily, "Brother, that fat monk has no skills. Only a few guys around him have some magic. If I encounter him alone again, I will stab him to death."
The kind-hearted Mr. Yang, who always hoped that his son would become a successful man, frowned as he listened. This son was really careless. He killed people and set fires at every turn. He was still talking about this when he got home. He immediately took action.
He got angry and said, "You bastard, please keep your voice down. There are guests at home, so don't disturb the rest of the eminent monks."
"What kind of guest"
The young man was overjoyed, good fellow, he was worried about having nowhere to rob, but he didn't expect someone to come to his door.
The other robbers also looked at Mr. Yang with sharp eyes, and instinctively clenched the guy in their hands.
"This..." Mr. Yang slapped his forehead. He was so angry that he forgot what his son's character was and what his group of friends were doing. Isn't this hurting others?
"Dad, are you talking about whether the guest comes from a wealthy family and brings a lot of money?" the young man asked excitedly, even changing his title.
Mr. Yang angrily yelled, "You scoundrel, these are all eminent monks from the Tang Dynasty. They are penniless and poorly dressed. Don't try to trick them!"
"Monk"
The young man's heart skipped a beat, "Dad, is the monk you are talking about riding a white horse, accompanied by a white-faced young man and two ugly disciples?"
"How do you know?" Master Yang asked in surprise. The young man and the gangsters looked at each other, their faces turned a little pale, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble. Isn't this the same group of people they met during the day?
After the group of robbers turned their heads blankly, they saw the white horse tied in the horse at a glance.
These robbers felt weak and could no longer stand still. They turned out to be such perverts. They were really haunted.
"withdraw!"
The bandit leader suppressed his trembling, said with a solemn expression, and ran away outside the courtyard. They were talking so loud just now, maybe they have attracted attention. If they don't run away now, I'm afraid it will be too late to run away later.
This group of minions followed closely behind, setting off a wave of escape.
Mr. Yang stood behind, looking at the group of robbers escaping in a hurry, with a confused look on his face.
However, before the group of bandits could rush out the door, a golden wall of light suddenly appeared in front of them, knocking the bandits back.
…
Tang Sanzang pretended to be an eminent monk and walked out from behind in the moonlight. He looked like an immortal. Behind him was a personal follower, Sha Seng.
Master Yang was stunned for a moment, my dear, this fat monk is not a mortal.
The second leader of the robbers knelt on the ground and cried loudly, "Holy monk, please let me go. I promise not to be a robber again, otherwise I will die a miserable death."