Chapter 548 Dizang: If You Don’t Follow the Script, I’ll Yell “Cut!” [Monthly Ticket Request]

"Why don't these two guys follow the script?"

In the Cuiyun Palace of the underworld, Ksitigarbha felt Wukong showing off the game console in his mind, and couldn't help but rub his temples. He told him many times not to change the plot randomly, but the master and the disciple just refused to listen.

Just take out the cassock and shuffle it for a while. You have to do all these things.

The little boy came over holding a tea cup and said with a smile:

"Anyway, as long as it's a disaster, it's fine. What we have to do is turn a small amount of disaster into a large amount of disaster. How can we not let them play their role?"

Ksitigarbha sighed:

"There were too many changes at the beginning, and I was afraid that the gods in heaven wouldn't participate."

It was supposed to be a tribulation that could be accomplished by sending a mount down to the lower realm, but if many people were killed when they came up, it is estimated that half of the gods in the heaven would call in sick to avoid the order.

After all, you can participate in the fun, but if your life is involved, I'm sorry, I will have to have my leg amputated next month, so I can't take on the mission for the time being.

Ksitigarbha rubbed his head and was about to take the tea cup when he heard that Di sat down beside him and took a big sip from the tea cup with a happy expression on his face:

"The honey grapefruit tea given by the Great Sage is delicious. When I brew it with hot water, it tastes sour and sweet. I like it very much."

Ksitigarbha: "..."

How can I carry out my work if one or two of them have been bribed?

However, this Guanyin Temple is so splendid, but the monks inside are full of evil and must be severely punished... He thought for a moment, and then asked Chong Di:

"Do you want to go to Lingshan to play with Nezha?"

Di Ting took a sip from the teacup and shook her head simply:

"In no mood!"

"You can think of it."

"I don't...I couldn't help but think of the group of close friends in Lingshan who I haven't interacted with for hundreds of thousands of years. I suddenly wanted to pay a visit. If you have something to report to the Buddha, I just happened to take care of it."

Just as Di Ting was about to continue speaking harshly, he saw a wooden fish in Ksitigarbha's hand, so he quickly changed the subject and agreed nonchalantly, fearing that Ksitigarbha would be serious about it.

This wooden fish is Ksitigarbha's magical weapon. Once it is struck, the "Ksitigarbha's Original Vow Sutra" will automatically float around. The longer it lasts, the richer the sound will be. In the end, it will have the effect of hundreds of thousands of eminent monks chanting the sutra together.

And Tingting happens to be the mythical beast with the strongest hearing in the three realms. These scriptures will force him to appear in a mythical form, and then his body and soul will be cleansed by the scriptures over and over again.

The reason why the innocent Di Ting agreed to Ti Zang's mount was because he was tortured by this wooden fish.

Ksitigarbha put away the wooden fish and said seriously:

"When we arrive at Lingshan, we first go to Nezha and tell him that Xuanzang and Wukong have arrived at the Guanyin Temple. The monks inside are all evildoers. Let the Buddha issue a decree to rebuke Nanhai Guanyin."

Diting frowned and asked in confusion:

"We've already broken up, so what's the use of reprimanding? Isn't this just a bluff lawyer's letter in the real world?"

The corner of Ksitigarbha's mouth curled up:

"The procedure is fair, so we have to come here...go. When you come back, you can go to Guanjiangkou to play with Xiaotian for two days."

"Okay, okay, I recently learned a new word, and I want to try it on Xiao Tian."

"What new word?"

"Can you do it, thin dog!"

Ksitigarbha: "..."

What nonsense do you listen to all day long?

He waved his hand, telling Di Ting to leave quickly, and then focused his attention on Guanyin Temple.

In the Zen room, Elder Jinchi looked at the game console in Wukong's hand, his eyes widened:

"Holy monk, this thing..."

When Wukong said that all the collections in the house were junk, he was still a little dissatisfied, but when he saw the handheld device in Wukong's hand, he was immediately moved. He had never seen this thing before, especially when it came with music. The legendary artifact.

Since it is an artifact, it belongs to me. I have to find a way to get it!

Xuanzang also got into the act at this moment, singing in harmony with Wukong and saying:

"This object is quite common in the Tang Dynasty. My disciple is fond of playing, so he keeps it with him to play with. Your place is also considered to have outstanding people. It is said that there is no shortage of knowledgeable people. Is it possible that you have never seen this object?"

These words were so lethal that almost all the monks in the meditation room showed hurt expressions.

Wukong put away the game console with a smile:

"These are just for the little ones to get started with. They are not treasures. To be a treasure, it has to be this..."

He took out his mobile phone and showed off again. Elder Jinchi couldn't control it and wanted to snatch it away on the spot.

However, Wukong did not stop. He took out the tablet computer and other items again, and displayed and showed off the same things, which gradually stretched the greed of the monks to the maximum.

After having enough fun, Wukong casually took out the cassock and treasured clothes from his bag:

"This cassock is the worst one in my Tang Dynasty treasury. It can even be used to shine shoes on the road. How about it? Is it better than the seven hundred pieces of rags you have?"

Xuanzang's cassock was given by Tathagata. It was given to Li Shimin by Ksitigarbha and then came into Xuanzang's hands.

This cassock is shining with rays of light and can purify the lonely souls and ghosts within a hundred miles. Every ray of it can transform ordinary animals into immortals. It is definitely a first-rate treasure.

Elder Jinchi was so lost that he could no longer hear the sounds around him, and his attention was entirely on his cassock.

Compared with this cassock, my collection of 700 cassocks is really like a joke and cannot be compared at all.

Since it is a good thing, you have to grab it!

Elder Jinchi secretly made up his mind, squeezed out some tears, and said sadly:

"The treasures from heaven are indeed an eye-opener, but old monk, I really have no chance!"

Xuanzang knew what the old man was planning, but he still asked patiently:

"Why did the old master say this?"

"The treasure of the Holy Monk has just been unfolded, but it is already getting late, and my old eyes are dim and I can't see clearly. Isn't it a missed opportunity?"

Since it's not destined, then don't watch it... Xuanzang complained, but still followed the original plot. In the end, Elder Jinchi "borrowed" the cassock and took it back to his meditation room to watch carefully.

After getting what he wanted, Elder Jinchi was very polite. He opened his mouth and closed his mouth, which made Xuanzang frown.

When arranging the residence, the original arrangement was a high-quality Zen room, but Xuanzang thought about it and proposed to live in the Guanyin Hall on the grounds of serving Guanyin of the South China Sea.

Since there will definitely be a plot to set fire to the monks at night, it is better to use the hands of the monks of Guanyin Temple to burn down the Guanyin Temple, which is also in line with the Buddhist principle of origin and destruction.

Normally, the main hall does not allow overnight stays, but Elder Jinchi was thinking about cassocks at the moment, and without saying a word, he ordered to the master:

"There will be no duties in the palace tonight, let the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty have a good sleep."

In this way, Wukong and Xuanzang were surrounded by monks and came to the Guanyin Hall.

After the monks left, Xuanzang said:

"I will go to the real world to report the progress here to His Highness the Holy Son, and then confirm the construction of the temple. I will leave this place to you."

Wukong held the golden hoop and said:

"Master, let's go. I, the grandson, will definitely let them burn down the Guanyin Hall to nothing... By the way, what should I do if Guanyin appears?"

"Invite my senior brother here and scold her in person!"

Xuanzang raised his wrist, checked his watch with Wukong, determined the time of return, then passed through a door in the Guanyin Hall and came to the B&B warehouse.

It was exactly 9:30 in the evening when he arrived. Yuwen Chengdu was explaining military formation tactics to Zhao Yun. When he saw Xuanzang coming, he came out of the iron room to say hello:

"Master Xuanzang came here late at night, but something happened?"

Xuanzang smiled and saluted:

"The monks from Guanyin Temple are going to set fire to me. The young monk has nothing to do, so he will stay here for a few hours and go back when it gets daylight over there."

After dawn, the Guanyin Hall has been burned to ashes, and the cassock has most likely been stolen by the black bear spirit.

At this time, he made his shining debut and began to clean up the mess.

Zhao Yungang had just finished reading "Journey to the West" and asked curiously:

"Is it time to subdue the black bear spirit?"

"Yes, yesterday...it was this afternoon. The Holy Son and the Holy Princess gave the black bear spirit the Dharma name. After conquering him, the team of Buddhist monks will be even stronger."

The addition of the black bear spirit should make the team more interesting, and his ability goes without saying. When Wukong doesn't use his magical power, neither side can do anything to the other.

And the black bear spirit is not afraid of Wukong. When the two fought for the first time, Wukong introduced himself with a long hymn. When the black bear spirit heard it, he said "Isn't this Bima Wen", which made Wukong break his guard.

The two of them fought until noon without deciding the outcome. The black bear spirit returned to the cave on the pretext of eating and stopped fighting.

However, after returning home, he didn't even think about fighting again. Instead, he arranged a banquet for the Buddha's Clothing Association and personally wrote invitations to various friends, without taking Wukong to heart at all.

When Wukong transformed into Elder Jinchi and entered the Batu Cave, the two fought until it was getting late. The black bear spirit asked to fight again tomorrow on the grounds that it was getting dark and he needed to rest.

He has to eat at noon and rest at night. This guy is simply a health-preserving little bear.

But Wukong was defeated again and again, and returned to Tang Monk. He rarely boasted about his abilities. It was not until Xuanzang asked about his abilities that he said silently:

"I don't want to be too tough, I only fight to a draw."

If such a master who understands health, culture, elegance, loves Buddhism, and can organize groups joins the group, the journey ahead should be interesting.

However, on the side of Heaven, there is a high probability that the strength will also increase, and a small amount of calamity will naturally turn into a large amount of calamity.

Zhao Yun said with a longing look:

"In the original work, the black bear spirit uses a black tassel spear. I don't know what the fighting methods are. Unfortunately, we are not in the same world, so we can't learn from each other."

As an expert with guns, I can't help but want to make gesticulations when I meet someone with excellent marksmanship.

Yuwen Chengdu smiled:

"Brother Zilong came to Water Margin and talked about the world of Yue. There are several masters of marksmanship there, such as Gao Chong, Yu Hualong, and in the future, Liangshan will also have Dong Ping, a double-gun general who can kill the prefect and seize a daughter... If you have time, Zilong, don't forget to follow Mr. Zhou Tong will learn more, he created his own "Born to Death", which suits your style very well. "

Zhao Yun cupped his hands and said:

"Don't worry, dear brother. When I get there, I will practice martial arts with all my heart. As for Dong Ping, I will take his life!"

Xuanzang couldn't get involved in this topic of fighting and killing. He asked Yuwen Chengdu:

"Has His Royal Highness the Holy Son rested?"

"No, I'm still in the study. I seem to be watching a Minion movie with the kids. If the mage is looking for sir, you can go directly to the study."

"Okay, young monk, go now and report the progress to His Highness."

After Xuanzang saluted Yuwen Chengdu and Zhao Yun respectively, he strode out of the warehouse. As soon as he reached the stairs, he met Diao Chan carrying a basket of fruits.

"Meet the Holy Princess."

"Ah, Master Xuanzang is here. You can take whatever you want to eat. It's all freshly washed."

"Thank you, Holy Princess. The young monk just had his fast meal and is not hungry yet!"

When we got upstairs, Li Shimin and Liu Xie were there, watching a movie with Li Yu's family and Zhao Feng's family.

A two-hundred-inch super-large curtain hangs on one wall of the study room. The 4K video is projected on it and is extremely clear. Especially when the lights are turned off, the effect is comparable to that in a theater.

Xuanzang came to Li Yu and was about to salute when Li Shimin pushed over a computer chair with rollers:

"Sit down and don't block the people behind you from watching the movie."

"Thank you, brother!"

Tang Seng sat down, whispered to Li Yu about the progress there, and then asked:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the young monk will be able to subdue the black bear spirit and become a member of the Buddhist scripture-seeking team soon after he returns. After leaving Guanyin Temple, he will reach Gao Laozhuang in six or seven days... According to the time in the real world, that is the day after tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow, are you sure you want to kill Marshal Tianpeng?"

Li Yu whispered:

"It was not Tianpeng who was killed, but Tianpeng's reincarnated pig demon. Tianpeng's soul and Nailake were sent to Doumu Palace by Erlang Shen and Wukong. Don't hurt Tianpeng's soul, lest Doumu Yuanjun would be unhappy. "

Tianpeng is Dou Mu's pet pig, and Dou Mu Yuanjun is the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. If this relationship is handled well, Wukong will have another place to move reinforcements in the future.

Unlike the Hundred Thousand Heavenly Soldiers and the Gods of the Thunder Department, there are more Dou Bu masters in charge of the stars, almost all famous generals of the past. When these masters come together, let alone subdue demons and eliminate demons, even if they go head-to-head with other immortal systems question.

Xuanzang secretly wrote it down and planned to go back and explain it to Wukong.

When the time comes, Sun Wukong, Erlang Shen, and Black Bear Spirit fight a pig demon, which is somewhat devoid of martial ethics.

However, the reincarnated pig demon in Tianpeng ate so many people in Yunzhan Cave, so he deserved it.

After dealing with Gao Laozhuang's affairs, it's time for the mysterious Zen Master Wuchao to appear. Hei Xiong Jing can have a good feel for the strength and level of the Taoist monk, which is definitely better than Elder Jinchi's half-baked understanding of Buddhism.

Xuanzang's mind was full of thoughts, and he didn't pay attention to the movie at first. He thought it was just a toy to lose one's ambition, but it didn't take long for him to discover...

Hey, these yellow elves are quite interesting!

After watching the movie, Mu Guiying suggested:

"Xuan Zang is here, how about we have vegetarian noodles for a midnight snack together?"

These words immediately won the response of Zhao Xue, the general of Mukezhai's expedition to the north:

“Okay, okay…but are the vegan noodles delicious?”

Zhou Ruotong said with a smile:

"Boss Lin from the capital has sent a lot of vegan noodle sauce. Xiaoxue can try it later...Xuan Zang, how do those fried chicken berries taste? Boss Lin specially uses vegetarian oil to cook them, without adding onions, ginger, etc. , I hope it’s not unpalatable.”

Xuanzang quickly clasped his hands together:

"Like a fairy delicacy, I never thought that ordinary mushrooms could be so delicious."

After hearing what he said, Li Yu also wanted to try it. He got up and went to the kitchen to cook noodles. Zhao Xue quickly sent a message to his second brother, asking him not to forget to come for midnight snack.

After a midnight snack, we went back to the mountain to rest. It was another fulfilling day!

Li Yu came to the kitchen, took out the hollow noodles, picked some water spinach leaves, and then started boiling water to cook the noodles.

At the same time, during Journey to the West, Wu couldn't rest, so he transformed into two dummies and stayed in the Guanyin Hall to rest. He himself turned into a little bee and flew leisurely to the door of Elder Jinchi's Zen room in the backyard.

Then he turned into an ant, crawled through the cracks in the door, hid in the cracks of the furniture, turned on the action camera he brought with him, and started taking pictures.

After Elder Jinchi got the cassock, he sat on a chair and kept wailing. The more he cried, the sadder he became. The few monks serving around him were all a little confused:

"Master, why are you crying?"

"I have no chance to cry. I can't see Tang Monk's treasure. I am 270 years old and have earned more than 700 cassocks. All in all, no one has a good one. I feel heartbroken when I think about having to return it tomorrow."

A young monk suggested:

"Then let's keep Tang Monk and his apprentice for a few more days, and the master can wear it for a few more days."

Elder Jinchi cried even harder:

"Even if you stay for ten days, don't you have to return it to others after ten days?"

Good guy, I'm not pretending anymore...Wukong knew that this old guy didn't have a good idea from the beginning. He was crying all the time just to make his disciples say what he said about murder and arson.

As for the superiors, how can they mention those uncivilized words? They are all ignorant of their subordinates.

Well, my old grandson was also the Monkey King, so I understand everything.

Sure enough, after hearing what Elder Jinchi said, Guangzhi, who usually served him, became excited:

"What's so difficult about this? Although this Tang monk comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, he is just a walking monk. Let's kill their master and apprentice at night. Not only is the cassock ours, but also the hozen's game console and other mysterious things. Wouldn’t it be nice to have everything in one’s pocket?”

When Elder Jinchi heard this, he stopped crying. While praising the plan, he arranged for people to prepare weapons and weapons. He also kept saying that the Guanyin Hall was spacious enough to dispose of the bodies after killing the people.

Wukong: "..."

You really don’t shy away from Bodhisattvas at all, right?

Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, what kind of followers have you gathered? No wonder he allowed the King of Inspiration to eat boys and girls in the Tongtian River. It turned out to be fundamentally wrong.

At this moment, Guangzhi’s younger brother Guangmou had a better idea:

"I don't think the hozen is easy to get along with, so I simply ask the monks in the temple to bring firewood to surround the Guanyin Hall, and then set a fire to burn all Tang Monk and his disciples to death without anyone noticing. It's better this way."

The Buddhas in Lingshan: "..."

The gods of the Wa Palace: "..."

Wukong secretly observing: "..."

Ksitigarbha peeping at the screen in the underworld: "..."

The Ten Yamas waiting to earn merit: "..."

The Five Jie Di Six Dings and Six Jias on duty nearby: "..."

He can say the six words "unnoticed by gods and ghosts", it seems that he has not read the Buddhist scriptures at all. Well, there is no need to be soft-hearted when cleaning up the house.

Elder Jin Chi waved his hand:

"Then go quickly, bring more firewood, the Guanyin Temple has burned down, just in time for the rich in the city to donate money to build a more luxurious one, and if they don't have money, let them donate their land!"

A group of monks immediately walked out of the meditation room and arranged for people to pile firewood at the Guanyin Temple. Wukong turned into a fat little bee again, flapping his short little wings, like a secret reporter, following and filming the whole process...