With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

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Just open your mouth.

"Break your legs and throw them into the mountains."

The voice sounded again.

"That makes sense. Goku, let's fight."

Only then did Elder Jinchi react.

It was Xuanzang who spoke.

He slammed the crutch inlaid with eight treasures in his hand.

"Bold, you..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

It was interrupted by Monkey King.

"Master, these are mortals."

"There are two who have been practicing martial arts for a few days, and my old grandson is not very good at shooting."

As soon as the words came out.

Elder Jinchi was even more angry.

But Xuanzang's eyes lit up and his face was full of joy?

"Wukong, is what you said true?"

"Both you and Xiaobai are inconvenient to deal with mortals?"

Sun Wukong spread his hands and nodded with Xiaobai Aolie.

Xuanzang was overjoyed.

He went up with his tin-headed Zen stick.

"For the teacher, I finally found a chance to make a move."

"It's not easy."

Before Elder Jinchi and a group of evil monks could react.

Xuanzang has already been killed among a group of evil monks.

Hands up and down.

The sound of broken leg bones.

One after another.

But three to five rounds.

All the evil monks fell down with their legs broken.

The tin-headed Zen stick in Xuanzang's hand is an acquired treasure.

Even without other abilities.

It's only nine thousand kilograms in weight.

Turned among the crowd.

Waiting for the idle monster race may not be able to bear it.

What's more, these mortal evil monks.

Elder Jin Chi trembled in fright, and a stream of yellow ran down his trousers.

Paralyzed all over.

Xuanzang smiled slightly at Elder Jinchi.

"The title of Xuanzang, the poor monk, was given by the Buddha."

"The poor monk's original title was Sanzang. This host, do you know what Sanzang is?"

Elder Jinchi spoke tremblingly.

"It is the three classics of the classics, the law, and the theory."

Xuanzang grinned.

"No."

"It was evil and was seen by the poor monk, so he was buried."

"Those who bully the poor monk will be buried."

"If you don't like it, bury it."

"Host, which one do you think you are?"

puff!

Sun Wukong and Xiaobai Aolie sprayed at the same time.

fog grass.

Master, you are a Tripitaka, not a Tripitaka.

Elder Jin Chi was trembling, and his afterimage was gone.

He thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

He hugged Xuanzang's thigh and began to cry.

"Holy monk, the poor monk lost his mind for a while, and the poor monk is sorry for you."

Xuanzang smiled comfortingly.

"Host, don't be sad, don't cry, it's no big deal if you feel sorry for the poor monk."

Jin Chi was overjoyed.

"Really?"

Xuanzang smiled very gently.

"Really, the poor monk won't do anything to you."

"I will bury you responsibly."

vomit!

Elder Jin Chi was stunned by Xuanzang and vomited.

He glanced at Xuanzang's tin-headed Zen staff that was still dripping blood.

He shuddered again.

"Holy monk, please spare the poor monk."

"The poor monk is really just confused for a moment."

"The poor monk has been doing good deeds for 500 years, and he has never done anything bad."

"That's all."

"The poor monk can swear to the Lord Buddha, the poor monk really only has this one time."

"I've never done anything bad before."

"If the poor monk has done other bad things, there will be a thunderbolt!"

Boom!

Elder Jinchi had just finished speaking.

A thunderous thunder appeared out of thin air.

A bolt of lightning at an absolutely impossible angle.

Turned a corner.

Slashed at Elder Jinchi's heavenly spirit.

The old monk was hacked to maturity on the spot.

Rumble!

Four more thunders followed.

Chop up the last residue of the golden pool.

Even the other party's true soul was not left behind.

But Xuanzang, who is close to Jinchi, has nothing to do with it.

Those disciples of Jinchi were all frightened.

Xuanzang sighed.

"Oh, the old abbot shouldn't swear by the Lord Buddha."

He raised his tin-headed Zen stick in his hand.

"The Zen stick in the poor monk's hand was bestowed by the Lord Buddha himself."

"The effect is that if a Buddhist swears to the Zen stick, it is equivalent to swearing in front of the Buddha."

"I swear to the Lord that it will be fulfilled [-]%."

"Everyone, do you want to try?"

The faces of all the evil monks were all pale.

fog grass.

This is a real saint.

There is a background.

Host, you died too unjustly.

This is really hitting the iron plate.

Xuanzang glanced at these evil monks and smiled slightly.

"Wukong, Xiaobai, go and take out all the valuable things in the temple."

"As a teacher and as a monk, don't leave any external things."

Monkey King and Xiaobai Aolie immediately went to search for property.

Guang Zhi, Elder Jinchi's most trusted disciple, looked bewildered.

He hugged the broken leg, crying and yelling.

"Holy Monk. Didn't you say that you don't keep your belongings? Why are you robbing us?"

These evil monks have been with Elder Jinchi for too long, and they are all typical examples of wanting money before life.

These evil monks have only one creed.

No money, what are you doing?

So although I am extremely afraid of Xuanzang.

But when he heard that Xuanzang wanted to search for all his belongings.

Immediately, he had the courage to yell again.

Xuanzang took it for granted.

"Monks are homes everywhere, and all temples are homes for poor monks."

"As a monk, the poor monk doesn't keep any belongings, so naturally he will take all the property of the family and dispose of it."

"Is that reasonable?"

talking room.

Monkey King and Ao Lie have returned with a lot of things.

There is a plate of mutton fat jade, and there are three tea clocks inlaid with French blue and gold.