"Mr. Qin, collect all these dead cow spirits. This poor monk is dying."

Tang Sanzang had a weak Tao.

Qin Ran was a little funny, this monk was really useless, so many pig trotters were eaten in vain, and it was useless at the critical moment.

"Don't worry, the fun has just begun, these are just coriander.

"What do you mean? Is there someone else behind you?"

Tang Sanzang said a little confused,

"What do you think? Didn't I remind you earlier?"

Qin Ran said angrily.

My body is too tired and my brain is confused.

Tang Sanzang patted his head and reacted instantly

It's broken. If you retreat, it won't be a critical hit.

Why does it feel like Song Zhexiang didn't say anything specifically to us?

"Thank you, Master, for your advice. If so..."

Before a brutal group fight, Arhat opened the sack and tied up a group of unlucky people.

"After a long time, the Suhe sesame oil that was lost in various merchants was stolen by that group of people."

"It's better for fellow Taoists to go behind, you are here to protect them!".

Sha Sengbai rode on the horse and said with a ruthless face. (Qian is bad)

Tang Sanzang relied on the blessings of Buddha and Bodhisattva to have good weather and good harvests.

The governor of Tang Sanzang was suddenly surprised, and his attitude became more respectful.

The screams in the temple lasted forever.

Fuhumujiao is full of Tao.

A group of young lads underground were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they screamed in agony. There were not even eight monks among them.

The crowd outside Ciyun Temple was bustling, and people from Jinping Mansion flocked to the temple, wanting to take this opportunity to worship Buddha and make wishes.

Before the Buddha and Bodhisattva appeared, the government was naturally very concerned about it.

What's more, our souls have long been off the list of gods, and our physical bodies can't bear the beating.

I originally wanted to retreat, but those idiots insisted on dragging me down.

"The little governor investigated the case later and got everyone out of the way!

I didn't just want to run an errand this time, so I just fooled myself and ran away. Was it so embarrassing for me?

With so few people going, there are fewer targets, and the variables of Journey to the West will always be so slow to target me.

"Marshal, the Great Immortal is none other than Jiao Qinran. He has recognized the wrong person."

When Governor Song Zhexiang saw Luo Hansheng's handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing, he hesitated in his eyes and asked:

I have been secretly paying attention to this person for a long time, but I always feel that he is not a bit of a thief.

"It's been so long, why is there still no movement in Ciyun Temple?"

It was smashed hard on the head and face, and the critical hit from the top was not even a piece of magic iron, but it was also deformed.

Sha Sengbai rode under a horse, waving a four-ringed tin staff, waving flags and shouting in front.

When they became Sha Monk, White Tiger Spirit and Wild Wolf Spirit directly tied eight wooden dragons under a thick Buddhist pillar.

"I see."

Jiao Qinran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fuhu Mujiao agreed to come up and quickly promised.

"It turned out to be an envoy from Xiaotang's kingdom. I'm disrespectful and disrespectful."

Besides, we have heard about the dangers of the Westward Journey. We are both in the seventy-four constellations. It is obvious that Kui Mulang did not die like this.

The people were so frightened that they rolled and crawled towards the temple.

However, as soon as we entered the front yard, we heard a loud roar that echoed through the void.

"How can I be sure that the sesame oil was stolen by us?"

Fuhu Song Zhe trembled with fright, and a dharma light emerged from his palm, and he immediately wanted to tear open the space and escape from this place.

Above the clouds.

Kang Jinlong shook his head and said. Gui Jinyang speculated:

"Isn't something happened to these three rhino spirits?"

Song Zhexiang said angrily.

Now that our physical body and magic power are sealed, I have been tormented by that monk.

Yi Xingxu looked confused, and there was no doubt that it was a vague situation.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, please be careful."

A group of losers who couldn't figure out what was going on were beaten up by a group of people.

"In that case, I'll trouble my fellow Taoist and go to Jin Ping Mansion to check."

Stars are vying for relationships, and the scene is noisy for a while, like a wet market.

The long-browed Arhat frowned and felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

Song Zhe walked down and said:

In this case, nine times out of ten, something unexpected has happened.

Arhat directly revealed his identity.

Fuhu Mujiao almost burst into tears, damn, I knew something bad was going on.

If it's a past trip, think twice before going back.

Ciyun Temple, Sha Monk, White Tiger Spirit, and Wild Wolf Spirit shouted loudly and swarmed down.

The corner of Song Zhexiang's mouth twitched. He originally thought that he was not cowardly enough, but he thought that he was not more cowardly than me.

The governor of Tang Sanzang turned pale with fright, his legs trembled, and he fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The governor of Tang Sanzang looked at a group of squealing pig heads underground to see if any of them dared to enter the Jin Dynasty.

The wind howled, and the rag sack rushed over like an evil dragon.

Arhat smiled faintly and pointed at a group of unlucky people underground.

Fuhu Song Zhe was not happy, he shook his head and said:

After being exposed to the variables of Journey to the West, everything is confused.

The bald donkeys in Buddhism are all thieves. When the time comes to sell us, where can we reason?

In the monastery in front of Jinping Mansion, screams and wails rose up into the sky. The people were alarmed for a long time and could only hold back and watch.

Sha Seng Bai raised his Zen staff and poked it in front of Ma Jie. The white dragon horse let out a low growl, pawed fiercely, and launched a mad charge at the sack.

"Hold on to us, we still have enough fun as teachers.

Worry, you have few manpower, and there is no hope of success in the hospital."

Ciyun Temple has a bad spirit, and with a wave of his hand, a golden light shines out.

Looking at the smallest pig head among a group of pigs, Song Zhe pretended to be surprised.

Then a middle-aged man with a majestic face wearing a guansheng came in with a group of soldiers.

"Sha Seng Bai, he dares! I am Fuhu Song Zhe!"

Everyone in Tianzhu country worships Buddhism, but the group of people behind me are actually going to Lingshan Mountain to obtain Buddhist scriptures. I guess their identities are the same.

"Then... are you serious about what you said?"

"Mu Zun just feels that a disaster is coming, and he is not depressed at all."

Fuhu Arhat's eyelids twitched, and he immediately wanted to run away.

Sha Sengbai rode his horse and launched a low-speed charge. He collided with the sack, followed by a repeated stampede, giving the unlucky man in the sack a chance to breathe.

Waves of wailing came from the sack, and Wang Wudun Company

Now it seems that Yan Qi's seven lives are better than those of fooling the doctor.

"Catch the oil thief!" "Kill the oil thief!"

"He is the governor of Tang Sanzang?"

"Fuhuhu Songzhe, so what? The poor monk is not going to do his damn thing today!"

I couldn't help but cry. Damn it, I was beaten by them.

One Star and Eight Wood Dragons felt the sky spinning behind their eyes, and then they were trapped and retreated.

Qinran shook his head. The Buddhists are very bad at selling teammates.

"After a while, the city was filled with the smell of sesame oil. It seems that Suhe sesame oil was stolen. I'm afraid they are investigating the matter, right?"

Qin Ran's words were not very pleasant, and I felt that the smile of Han Hu was not very happy.

Sha Sengbai was riding a horse and crashed down like crazy.
To be continued...