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But for Xuanzang and his party, it was enough.
In fact, because most of the way is wilderness.
Many times there is gold that cannot be spent.
but.
This was obviously calculated by the Haotian Jade Emperor.
Yao Shaosi also came forward and took out a grain bucket the size of a palm.
"This treasure is used to store grain and produce buckets, and its usage is the same as that of the spit treasure Golden Toad. You can get a hundred catties of grain every day."
This is also a counterfeit product.
But for Xuanzang and his party, it was enough.
Xuanzang happily accepted it.
"The poor monk remembers the kindness of the Jade Emperor."
"When the poor monk returns from sending the scriptures successfully, he will definitely spread the good fortune of heaven for Tang Dynasty."
"Of course, the poor monk will never forget the help of the two Gods of Wealth."
This is what Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi were waiting for.
The two gods of wealth laughed.
After meeting Xuanzang for a bow.
It was finally like seeing Zen Master Wuchao.
He bowed with a smile on his face.
"I have seen the Zen Master."
"I still have to go back to the Heavenly Court to report to the Jade Emperor."
"Don't disturb the Zen master."
As a disciple of Jiejiao.
Who doesn't want to scrape the Buddhist gate up and down.
What about saints and good corpses?
You have a temper, you drove a horse and did a game with our heaven?
With Tianting's current strength, it's easy to crush the Eastern Buddhist Sect.
So Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi didn't take Zen Master Wuchao seriously.
Amitabha Buddha himself came, out of respect for the sage himself, he should give some face.
Good corpses.
If he doesn't want to save face, what can he do?
The expression on Zen Master Wuchao's face remained unchanged.
Neri had already gritted his teeth.
The two gods of wealth are right.
Eastern Buddhist sects dare not offend Heaven.
Although Amitabha had a little fantasy at the beginning.
But after Wu Shen brought Sun Wukong to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace.
Amitabha woke up from his fantasy.
Before there is a way to deal with Wu Shen.
No matter how much power Buddhism has, it cannot offend Heaven.
not to mention.
Even the power of the Eastern Land Buddhism can't beat the power of the Heavenly Court.
After Zhao Jiugong and Yao Shaosi left.
Zen Master Wuchao finally spoke.
"Xuanzang, you..."
But he had only just spoken.
Xuanzang interrupted him.
"The poor monk was wrong."
"I also ask the Zen master to forgive me."
Zen Master Wuchao twitched the corners of his mouth.
fog grass.
All of a sudden, the deity doesn't know how to pick it up.
Does the deity mean to forgive, or not to forgive?
Xuanzang did not give Zen Master Wuchao a chance to speak.
Walking in repentance with a face of respect and tacit understanding.
"The poor monk often heard that the Lord Buddha taught all Buddhist disciples."
"Fomen Temples and temples are all one family, regardless of each other."
"They are all the posthouses of our master. When you see the mountain gate, you will get three liters of rice."
"If you want to come, if you go to any temple, you will go to your own home."
"The poor monk has nothing to worry about, so he should take some things from home to pawn."
"But I never thought that the rules of the Lord Buddha are not valid for the Buddha himself."
talking.
Xuanzang began to wipe away his tears.
"It's the disciples who are not good at reading the scriptures, which makes such a joke."
"The poor monk will go back to Chang'an and tell His Majesty that the poor monk cannot afford to deliver the scriptures."
"It is even more necessary to tell all Buddhists in the world that the rules of this Buddhist family are different from those of Buddhists."
puff!
Zen Master Wuchao walked in tacit understanding.
fog grass.
Kinnara, you are so poisonous.
wrong.
Kinnara's memory was erased by the deity himself, even if the holy patriarch takes action, it is impossible to restore it.
What happened to Xuanzang?
Xuanzang didn't care what Zen Master Wuchao thought.
He patted Xiaobai on the head.
"Xiaobai, send him back to Chang'an as a teacher."
"Wukong, Wu Neng, you too, go back to your home."
"Although I spend a short time with you as a teacher."
"But the teacher will always remember you."
Monkey King's three faces were also in a daze.
fog grass.
Master, are you serious?
Why is this different from what we thought?
Xuanzang saw that Xiaobai didn't move.
Just jump off the donkey.
While wiping tears, he turned around and walked east.
"That's right. The poor monk is no longer qualified to be a scripture sender."
"How can I let Xiaobai continue to work hard?"
"The poor monk walked back by himself."
"By the way, the money bag and grain bucket must be returned to Heaven."
talking.
Throw something into Sun Wukong's hand.
"The poor monk begged all the way back."
"If someone asks."
"The poor monk just talked about what happened on the Futu Mountain."
Zen Master Wuchao finally recovered from his shock.
"Xuanzang, wait a minute."
Xuanzang turned around and looked at Zen Master Wuchao with a "pure" face.
"Does Zen Master have any other orders?"
"Do you want the poor monk to commit suicide and apologize?"
"Also."
talking.
Raising the tin-headed Zen stick in his hand, he was about to hit his own head.
Fog grass!
Zen Master Wuchao finally couldn't sit still.
Jumped down from the giant tree of Wuchao.
Grab the tin-tipped Zen stick.
This is really urgent.
No other supernatural powers or Buddhist teachings are needed.
Xuanzang had an expression of "I want to die, don't pull me".
When I saw the tin head Zen stick was caught.
Let go immediately.
Pulling out a dagger with his backhand, he wiped it on his neck.
Wu Chao stretched out his hand a little.
The dagger shattered.
Xuanzang pulled out a sleeve knife like a magic trick again.
Zen Master Wuchao, a little more.
Then Xuanzang took out a lot of "portable" weapons such as the nine-finger knife, the ring knife, the water-pointing thorn, the fingertip sleeve, the ring-shou knife, and so on.
Zen Master Wuchao was numb.
fog grass.
What do you, a monk, do with so many weapons on your body?