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Chapter 1249 Tang Sanzang: A ghostly and angry poor monk is not good!

 Zhu Bajie looked at Taishang Laojun the whole time, with endless killing intent in his eyes,

He was manipulated by Taishang Laojun in this way before, but now, he doesn't even have the ability to resist at all!

During this period of time without Chu Hao,

In this journey to the west, they are the toys of the gods and Buddhas, toys used to promote the hegemony of the west.

Every chess player will pick them up when needed and let them serve their own game.

No matter what outrageous and weird things the four people in Journey to the West will experience, no matter what their needs are,

No one will take it seriously.

This Journey to the West, which is a drama from beginning to end, cannot be controlled by the four masters and disciples of Tang Sanzang.

In the past, when Chu Hao was still around, they could still break free from the string of secret control, but now the four people in Journey to the West are just puppets controlled by |.

The Westward Journey team can only be forced to move forward day and night, day and night.

They have been on the road for more than ten days. Without Chu Hao, they are just a bunch of puppets.

The four people traveling westward hurriedly and slowly, and finally settled in the territory of Wuji Kingdom.

Although I encountered a group of barbaric monks again and wanted to drive them away,

But this time, it seemed that Xitian planned to let them rest here, so even if the four people from Xiyou scared the monk living here, no one stopped them.

Of course, this would have to be replaced by the previous Tang Sanzang, who would immediately go on a killing spree.

Burying all these barbaric monks would not be in vain for the name of three dignified burials.

But Xitian has restricted all Tang Sanzang's methods. Even in the past ten days, Tang Sanzang has not drunk a drop of wine or eaten a piece of meat!

Cruel, extremely cruel!

For a monk who is devoted to the Buddha, he does not eat meat or drink alcohol for more than ten days, and there is not even a drop of oil in the dishes.

This kind of thing sounds simply inhumane!

Tang Sanzang grew from a tall and thick man who was starved to death into a gentle, elegant and fair-skinned monk.

Is this reasonable?!

It’s so unforgivable!

One can imagine Tang Sanzang’s distress.

Tang Sanzang felt bitter in his heart, but Tang Sanzang didn't say anything.

After building this Zen courtyard, Tang Sanzang finally had a place to sleep.

Tang Sanzang immediately slept with his three disciples.

This is a long-awaited rest. After all, since Chu Hao left, they have been traveling day and night like puppets.

There is no personal freedom at all.

But today, the secret Buddha in the West is willing to let himself rest for a night, which is unprecedented.

After all, Tang Sanzang is still a mortal, and now he wants to have a good sleep without anyone disturbing him, so that he can have a good sleep.

However, when Tang Sanzang was folding his bed and planning to lie down on the bed to sleep,

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and I saw an unoccupied doorway, and suddenly there was a sound,

It seems like someone is knocking on the door.

Tang Sanzang gritted his teeth secretly, planning to ignore it and continue sleeping.

However, the sound of knocking on the door was endless, and I could vaguely hear the cold wind blowing, as if there was a ghost whispering.

Tang Sanzang was so angry that he threw the bedding in his hand on the bed, cursed angrily and walked towards the door.

"Ri|You drip sesame oil! It's so late at night and you're not letting anyone sleep. It's disrupting the poor monk's path to death!"

Tang Sanzang opened the door angrily.

But I saw a man standing outside the door. His whole body was dripping with water. His feet were missing and he was floating in the air.

His eyes were extremely hollow and sinister, and there were tears hanging down from those ghostly eyes, which was very eye-catching.

This man kept shouting:

"Master, Master!"

The sound is like a night owl, extremely scary!

If this were an ordinary person, who would be frightened to death if someone knocked on the door late at night and called his name.

But now Tang Sanzang was furious, grabbed the ghost's neck, and cursed:

"What the hell are you doing! You're a bastard with all your make-up on. You come out in the middle of the night to scare people. Are you a ghost?"

The ghost was stunned for a moment and nodded innocently.

Tang Sanzang immediately became angry and pointed in the distance and cursed:

"Climb for the poor monk right away! Get out of here as far away as you can!"

"Ask the old woman across from me, who has the poor monk been afraid of?"

"Do you believe it or not that this poor monk came to your grave to dance?"

Tang Sanzang was so angry that when he saw this ghost, instead of being afraid, he became extremely angry.

With great difficulty, he was finally able to sleep well for more than ten days.

There is actually a ghost who doesn’t know whether to live or die to bother him?!

Tang Sanzang raised his fist and cursed angrily:

"Gui'er stayed up late at night and came out to scare people. He disturbed the poor monk even when he was sleeping! He was so angry that he couldn't do well!"

"Hurry up and close the door for the poor monk!"

Tang Sanzang's endless anger was like the bright sun in the sky, with overwhelming yang energy!

This kind of yang energy makes ghosts tremble with fear.

Good guy, is this the holy monk of the Tang Dynasty?

With such a strong psychological quality? You are not afraid of ghosts at all, and you even want to dance on my grave?!

Tang Sanzang scolded him so hard that the ghost took half a step back in aggrieved manner.

It seems that today’s task cannot be completed. It’s better not to disturb Tang Sanzang’s sleep and come back next time.

The ghost felt aggrieved and obediently closed the door to Tang Sanzang.

Bang.

The sound of closing the door instantly ignited Tang Sanzang, who was folding his bedding.

Tang Sanzang jumped up in anger and cursed:

"Are you too gentle to die?"

The ghost was so frightened that he almost lost his mind and quickly bent down to apologize!

Oh my god, I am a ghost and he is a ghost?

How can this one be more powerful than me?

By the way, are all the holy monks today so elegant and easy-going?

The ghost gently closed the door and slipped away.

However, the strong man from Xitian, who had been staring at the ghost in the dark, had cold eyes and sent a message to the ghost:

"You are not allowed to leave. You must finish explaining everything today, otherwise you will be driven out of your mind!"

The ghost was blinded on the spot. He pointed at the door in horror and said with great fear:

"No, you can't disturb his sleep."

"Besides, I will be beaten to death by him, please let me go!"

"How about we wait until he wakes up tomorrow before we talk?"

However, a ray of Buddha's light shot out from the darkness and hit the ghost.

The ghost immediately seemed to be burned by fire, twisting and screaming in pain.

The power of Buddha's light to torture ghosts is naturally extremely powerful.

Moreover, they were still controlled under a condition where they only tortured, not killed.

The ghost howled in pain,

"I'm going, I'm going now."

The Buddha's light goes out.

Only then did the ghost escape from death, with lingering fears.

There is no other way. If you take a step back, you will definitely die, but if you tell the holy monk, there is still a way to survive.

No matter what, just do it obediently.

Then, the ghost gained courage and came to Tang Sanzang's door.

Tang Sanzang was still cursing among them.

"This garbage Zen monastery makes it hard to sleep peacefully."

"Forget it, sleep!"

However, Tang Sanzang was preparing to put on his bedclothes and sleep at this moment.

Outside the door, there was another knock on the door.


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