"Grandpa! That Jinlan cassock is indeed lost. Can I return it to you if I have it?"

"five!"

Have you started checking now?

What kind of investigation is this?

The old master of the courtyard was full of panic and said aggrievedly: "Holy monk, it is impossible for a poor monk to lie to you. That brocade cassock is a Buddha treasure. Yesterday, the poor monk was confused and had murderous intentions. Today he has figured it out, even if he keeps it

Even if I take off that cassock, can I, the Buddha, help a poor monk achieve bliss?"

"Four!"

Oh my god!

Above the clouds, the three great Bodhisattvas stared at the bottom of the clouds, their pretty faces expressionless.

Found the source.

Didn't Tang Sanzang learn this from Bai Long?

What a beast!

I saw the old master of the hospital kowtow three times and said anxiously.

"Holy Monk! What the poor monk just said is clear. You are the Buddhist scripture seeker appointed by the Bodhisattva. No one else can wear that cassock. The poor monk did something unintentionally, and God punished him by burning down the entire monastery. How can the poor monk dare to hide it secretly?"

But no matter how the old monk explained, Tang Sanzang never stopped.

Manjushri Puxian stared at the clouds and said bitterly.

"I learned this from Nielong! Deliberately causing panic and forcing people to ask questions!"

"Senior brother, Nie Long, that unworthy son, seems to have brainwashed Tang Sanzang. Should we erase his memory?"

Manjushri Bodhisattva shook his head and said helplessly: "No, if his memory is cleared, then his memory of traveling to the West will be gone, and he will have to do it all over again."

well!

Puxian Bodhisattva clenched his fists and said bitterly: "Evil dragon! I don't deserve to be his son!"

At present, Tang Sanzang can only awaken his past life memories after reaching Lingshan for more than ten years.

How stupid is it to make friends with your enemies?

Um……

In addition to karma, he stared quietly under the clouds, pouted, and remained silent.

In her heart, she had a vague feeling that Bai Long was not a bad person.

In fact, it was quite nice, and I even invited them to drink.

It's just that people have a bit of a bad taste and like to tease others.

Thinking of this, the Karma-Removing Bodhisattva's cheeks couldn't help but blush.

Sin!

Amitabha!

Under the cloud, Tang Sanzang raised three fingers and his voice became much colder.

"three!"

oops!

The old master was panicked, he was completely panicked.

The Jinlan cassock has been lost. Even if his pelvis is broken and he is paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life, the cassock cannot be retrieved.

"Holy monk! Do you think this poor monk is lying?"

"two!"

Damn you!

The old master understood it now, really understood it.

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You can’t be a good person!

That black smoke is not a black bear spirit, maybe it is the monkey.

He deliberately lent him a cassock, then suddenly stole it in the middle of the night, and then relied on them.

This is Taishang Laojun playing on the trampoline, jumping like a fairy!

The old director suddenly had a belief.

If there are any traveling monks in the future, we should check their state and then take them in to do good deeds.

This is a robber, a real robber!

The old master waved his hands repeatedly and spoke very quickly: "Holy Monk, there is a Batu Cave in the Black Wind Mountain, and there is a monster inside. The poor monk looked at the black smoke, and it seemed that the monster stole..."

"one!"

OMG!!!

The old master trembled all over and knocked his head to the ground.

"Holy Monk, even if you break my pelvis, I can't get it out!"

Um?

Tang Sanzang's eyes were cold, and the nine-ring tin staff suddenly fell.

"You are really not afraid of death! That poor monk will save you!"

"etc!"

The old master shouted sharply.

Tang Sanzang paused with the Zen staff in his hand and said coldly: "What else do you want to say? Hurry up and take out the cassock!"

"no……"

The old director was tired of explaining.

This Tang Monk is a fool, he just doesn't believe it when he says it's lost.

Is this the monk from the Tang Dynasty?

How can you be so arrogant?

"Holy monk, your cassock is really lost! Just now, an immortal king in white came here. He told the poor monk not to die. He went to invite Guanyin Bodhisattva."

The Immortal Lord in White?

When Tang Monk heard these four words, he took back his Zen staff.

"Who are you talking about, the Immortal Lord in White?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "I don't know who the poor monk is, I only know that he is very good-looking!"

oh?

Very good-looking?

Tang Sanzang instantly knew who it was.

Besides Brother Long, who else can be called very good-looking?

However, the next second, Tang Seng rejected this idea.

Brother Long is here, why don't you come see him first?

boom!

Tang Monk stuck the nine-ring tin staff on the ground, took off his shirt, and exposed his muscles.

"You old monk is not afraid of death. It seems that this poor monk must use his special move!"

On top of the cloud, the three great Bodhisattvas looked at each other.

"Brother, what do you think Tang Sanzang's unique skill is?"

"I don't know. Maybe I used my words to influence the old monk and let him return his cassock. Junior sister, what do you think?"

"I don't know, maybe it's using... eh?"

However, removing karma

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Not finished yet.

The three great Bodhisattvas stared at Yunxia, ​​their brows knitted together.

Tang Sanzang took off his trousers again, only wearing a small pair of trousers, and stared at the old monk bitterly.

"Wukong! Pick him off for me! I want to play with him!"
To be continued...