Chapter 875 This donor, the poor monk is straight!
"Alas! Female donor, you are naughty again."
Tang Monk sighed, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the flower stem.
"Female donor, although you are a demon, you were also born of a demon, and you are also a human being. Let the poor monk ask me, the Buddha, to save you."
"%￥%...%...&..."
Tang Monk suddenly closed his eyes and recited the scriptures quickly. Golden Sanskrit words came out of his mouth one after another and hit the flower stems.
"No! I don't! I don't want to let go! No!!!"
The flower stem struggled violently, but it couldn't escape Tang Seng's palm at all, as if it was weakened by the influence of Sanskrit.
Tang Seng read quickly without even raising his eyelids.
Gradually, the struggle of the flower stem becomes weaker and weaker, and the sound becomes smaller and smaller.
“￥#%￥%……%￥”
Tang Seng's tone became faster and faster, his Sanskrit words became more and more numerous, and the flower stems trembled slightly and rapidly.
Suddenly, the flower stem trembled violently for a few times, as if it was climaxing, and then suddenly stopped. The entire flower stem fell softly to the ground, and then the dark green flower stem began to wither.
"Amitabha, you are so good. Female donor, I wish you find a good family."
Tang Monk chanted the Buddha's name and stood up slowly. He looked up at the sky, as if he saw the enchantress's soul ascending to heaven.
At this time, the flower stems had completely withered and lost all vitality.
"Dead?"
Ximen Hao walked over and asked.
"Amitabha, she died a long time ago. It's just that her soul is unwilling to be reincarnated, so she stays here to harm others. Donor, the monk's affairs are finished, and it's time to go back and recite sutras."
Tang Monk bowed and left.
"No! Isn't it time now? Let's talk for ten dollars. In this way, you can leave after I dig up the body and take the godhead."
How could Ximen Hao let Tang Seng leave? This nagging bald donkey is really good at dealing with dead people.
When Tang Monk heard Ximen Hao's words, his expression suddenly changed:
"Amitabha, it's a sin! Donor, if you dig up someone's body, you will be struck by lightning."
"I'll kill your sister! Tang Tulu! Listen to me, you can't leave before the time comes!"
Ximen Hao showed his fangs and grabbed Tang Seng by the collar, which was regarded as bullying the honest man.
Tang Seng's face changed again and he said in surprise:
"What are you going to do? I tell you! My eldest disciple..."
"Your great disciple, Sun Wukong! Defeated the Buddha in a battle! The Monkey King of the Water Curtain Cave in the Flower and Fruit Mountain, and the Monkey King who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace! Right?"
Ximen Hao interrupted Tang Seng and gave a more detailed introduction than the other party.
"You...how do you know so much?"
Tang Seng was so beeping!
"Hahaha! I know more! For example, your second disciple, Zhu Bajie, was the one who molested Chang'e and was demoted to earth and became a pig demon. Your third disciple, Sha Wujing, was once the general of rolling curtains. Oh, by the way! The one I am most familiar with is you.
Another apprentice, Xiao Bailong! Hey, how is that Langlong?"
Ximen Hao looked at Tang Monk with a smile and said to himself: Fortunately, Master Hao reads Journey to the West every year.
"Little White Dragon? Don't mention that slut! It's inappropriate to leave the good Eight Heavenly Dragons alone! You have to go and squander it, no one can see it now!"
When Tang Monk heard about Xiao Bailong, he was so angry that he even forgot to ask Ximen Hao why he knew so much.
"Hey! That's bullshit. It's just a decoration coiled on a pillar! Shabi just went! After leaving the bald donkey, follow Master Hao to dig up the divine corpse. I've cheated the corpse and still need your help."
Ximen Hao hugged Tang Seng's shoulders and walked towards the place where the corpse of the god was buried.
The Enchantress just said that she is a superior god, a superior god!
I have to say that Ximen Hao's luck is simply incredible.
"That...Xiao Ji, is that a god?"
Blood Rose was a little suspicious. It seemed that the god was very afraid of Ximen Hao, and she didn't understand a word of the conversation between the two just now.
"This...maybe...right..."
Ji Wubing was not sure.
"The gods invited by the master are not very reliable, what's so surprising? The dragon is gone, let's dig up the corpse!"
After all, Mo Lin didn't come from this place, so he wasn't surprised at all.
"I won't go! That guy is too nagging!"
Dilong covered his head and took a few steps back, having had enough of that guy.
"Hmm? You're not going? What about yours?"
Mo Lin looked at the others.
"I'm going!"
Wu Yan said and walked straight to Ximen Hao.
"I'll go take a look too. Bloody girl, you and Dalong should keep an eye out."
Ji Wubing was very curious about what the corpse of this superior goddess looked like.
"I...okay!"
Blood Rose originally wanted to go, not to see the divine corpse, because she had seen it before, but to stay away from the earth dragon.
"Mo Lin! Hurry up! Let's get to work!"
Ximen Hao had already taken out Emperor Tu at this time and started digging into the scorched ground.
Mo Lin also rushed forward, took out a black knife, and started to help. Even Wuyan took out a knife and started digging.
Ji Wubing, a lazy idiot, looked curiously at Tang Seng, who had his eyes closed, pinched the Buddha's fingers, and kept talking about his sins.
"This donor, what do you think the poor monk is doing? Although you are very handsome, the poor monk is straight, and the poor monk cannot break the precepts... Amitabha, this donor, you don't want to want the poor monk..."
Tang Seng suddenly stepped aside and looked at Ji Wubing with some fear.
Ji Wubing was stunned at first, and then reacted as if he had been stepped on:
"Fuck me! I'm straight too! What are you thinking? By the way, if I'm not mistaken, you should be religious, right?"
"Amitabha, it's so good. The poor monk believes in my Buddha and worships the Buddha. He must accept the strict rules and precepts. Therefore, this donor, don't have any thoughts about the poor monk. Men and women will not have good results."
I don’t know if Tang Seng learned bad things from following Xiao Bailong or something, but he criticized Ji Wubing’s mother-in-law for a while.
"Fuck! I told you all! I'm straight! Straight! I like women!"
Ji Wubing was angry. If he hadn't seen that the other party was invited by Ximen Hao, he would have taken action long ago.
"Huh... That's good, that's good. What's the name of this donor?"
Tang Seng walked to Ji Wubing's side again.
"The surname is Ji and the given name is Wu Bing. Where is my brother?"
Ji Wubing asked.
"Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk's surname is Tang's name Xuanzang, his Buddhist name is Tripitaka. The Buddha's name is Zhan Tan Merit Buddha, and some people call the poor monk Tang Monk."
"grass!"
Ji Wubing was instantly overwhelmed by Tang Seng's series of names.
"What the fuck? What is the fuck? Please ask the donor to clarify."
Tang Monk saluted.
"Oh my God! Your Majesty, let me dig it for you!"
Ji Wubing jumped directly into the pit dug by Ximen Hao and others, and started digging with his hands without using anything. It was obvious that Tang Monk made it messy.
Ximen Hao and others quickly stopped for fear of hurting Ji Wubing.
Suddenly, Ji Wubing, who was like a gopher, stopped and slowly raised his arm, as if he was holding something in his hand.
Hand! A small hand as white as jade, but the nails are very long.
"Ouch!"
Ji Wubing seemed to have had his tail stepped on, and he jumped out, flying into the air like a monkey.