Ximen Hao was strangled so hard that he almost suffocated, so he quickly threw out a card to invite the gods, but he still couldn't forget to wave it, and he stuttered out a slogan.
"Buzz!"
A golden magic circle suddenly appeared in the sky. Wuyan and the others all looked up. They knew that this lucky man who was protected by the gods began to ask the gods again!
"Ding! The invitation to the gods is successful! Characters: Tantan Merit Buddha, Tang Monk! Level: Early stage of tribulation! Duration: one hour or death! The invitation card disappears!"
"Amitabha, there is so much hostility here. Our Buddha is so compassionate. How could a poor monk come to such a place? Amitabha, it is so good."
"..."
Everyone was stunned, including Ximen Hao and the flower stems that entangled Ximen Hao.
I saw a person in the magic circle wearing cassocks, a monk's hat, holding a nine-tin Zen staff, and sitting on a lotus with a handsome face!
The little girl's face is as white as jade, like a daughter's, with a red dot between her eyebrows.
"I...I'm crazy!"
Ximen Hao's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. Who is Tang Monk? Fight against the five scum! No! Even the five scum are inferior! You have no fighting power!
Thinking about it, he quickly took out a god-inviting card again, but suddenly he saw the red dot between Tang Monk's eyebrows and the Buddha's light behind his head, and he instantly understood.
"You...became a Buddha?"
Ximen Hao asked.
At this time, the flower stems were a little loose, because as soon as Tang Monk came out, the surrounding air became peaceful, and the endless murderous aura disappeared instantly.
"Amitabha, you summoned me, right? The poor monk went through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, and finally achieved enlightenment. The Buddha was named: Sandalwood Merit Buddha. Oh, by the way, there are also the four disciples of the poor monk, the eldest disciple Sun Wukong...
"
Tang Monk was explaining to Ximen Hao very rhythmically, as if he wanted to introduce all four of his disciples.
Ximen Hao's eyelids jumped wildly when he heard this. How could this Tang Monk be the same as the one in Westward Journey? Is he fighting with his mouth?
"Clang!"
The big ax in Dilong's hand fell to the ground, and he looked at the eminent monk above blankly, without blinking.
The others' scalps were numb and their eyelids were twitching wildly due to the other party's incessant chatter.
"Oh! Donor, don't throw things around! It's bad if you hit people. Even if you don't hit people, it's still a sin to hit flowers and plants!"
Tang Monk fell from the air, ran to the feet of Earth Dragon under the Buddha's light, and then picked up the big ax on the ground.
Huh? Didn’t move...
"Amitabha, can anyone help this poor monk? It's so heavy! Donor, look, you use such a heavy weapon and throw it everywhere, like this..."
"Stop! I'll pick it up! I was wrong!"
Dilong bent down and picked up the big ax, then turned around and ran behind Mo Lin, looking at Tang Monk with some fear.
"That's right! As the saying goes: Sweep the floor without harming the lives of the ants, and cherish the moths and gauze lamps. Look, there are so many little lives killed here. It's really a sin, a sin... Amitabha, poor monks come to save them
Ichiban.”
Tang Monk sat cross-legged on the ground, then clasped his hands together and recited the sutra quickly.
"Nah! Bald donkey! If you don't take action again! Just save me!"
Ximen Hao was angry, why his moves were becoming more and more unreliable.
Unexpectedly, Tang Monk did not stop chanting sutras, but even faster. Waves of Buddhist sounds even sounded in everyone's minds, and the air seemed to be filled with countless Sanskrit words.
Except for Ximen Hao who knew about the existence of Buddha, who else had seen this? However, it was still not affected by the incomprehensible Buddha's voice.
Gradually, the flower stem let go of Ximen Hao, slowly retracted, and hung down in the direction of Tang Monk.
Ximen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was surprised: It turns out that Tang Monk was not saving insects, but was saving flower stems!
In other words, it is the dead enchantress!
The surroundings were unusually quiet. As long as Tang Monk was chattering away, the Buddha's light behind his head was shining with warmth, and his whole person was extremely holy.
And the flower stem actually started to tremble slightly, and it was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to collapse.
"That's enough! Shut up!"
"Whoosh!"
The flower stem suddenly flew towards Tang Seng, and its head was like a sharp arrow, heading straight for Tang Seng's face.
"careful!"
Ximen Hao was shocked. Although this guy couldn't die, he couldn't just watch him die like this. He quickly reached out and picked up Emperor Tu.
But before he could take action, the flower stem stopped in front of Tang Monk and was blocked by a pale golden light shield.
"Amitabha, the female donor, said: Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp, so why not reincarnate as soon as possible. Moreover, the poor monk thinks that your bad karma is too heavy, and it is really a sin. You put down the butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately. Female donor, it's time to let go."
Tang Seng slowly opened his eyes, with a holy light on his face, and there was no trace of impurities in his clear eyes.
"Master, you seem to have invited a great holy lady."
Mo Lin came to Ximen Hao's side and supported him.
The corner of Ximen Hao's mouth twitched a few times, and he looked at Tang Monk with a wonderful expression.
"He was originally the Holy Mother...cough cough cough! Mader! He was almost strangled to death."
Ximen Hao gently rubbed his neck.
"Let go? Hahaha! I am a god! A high-level god! He died just like that! And he was thrown into this garbage place. You want me to let go? It's a dream! I started from a demon flower and practiced for countless years before I became a god.
Why let go?!"
The enchantress's voice came out from the flower stem, and it seemed a little crazy.
"Amitabha, female donor, but you are already dead and you have killed so many people. Aren't you unable to leave this place? Isn't it sad that you can only stay in your current state and survive in this world?"
"Shut up! Who are you? Why should you teach me a lesson?"
The Enchantress interrupted Tang Seng and even wanted to attack, but she couldn't break through the golden light shield.
"The poor monk is under the Tathagata's seat and has experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties..."
As soon as Tang Seng mentioned his deeds, he became energetic again and repeated what he had just said when he came out.
Ximen Hao and others were hiding far away at this time. Dilong, Ji Wubing and Mo Lin even blocked their ears. Wuyan and Xue Meigui were also a little doubtful about life.
Ximen Hao looked at it with a smile, looking forward to Tang Seng being able to kill this enchantress!
As for the flower stem, it was trembling slightly, apparently about to collapse due to Tang Seng's words.
"Oh, by the way, do you know Sun Wukong, the great disciple of the poor monk? He is very powerful. The poor monk even sang a song for him back then to praise his prowess. I will sing it to you, cough!"
Tang Seng rubbed his throat, then his mouth instantly formed an O shape and sang a song that Ximen Hao was very familiar with.
only you can kill demons and eliminate demons
only you can protect me
Crabs and clams can't eat me
You are the most capable
Just you
"You fucking die!!!"
The enchantress finally couldn't stand it anymore and hit Tang Seng hard, even if they both died together!