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Just go further west.
No matter how brave you are.
Mortals die as many as they want.
In this black-bone chicken country, no one knows about Dongtu.
Sun Wukong and Zhu Zizhen's expressions darkened.
Xuanzang was not angry.
"This mage, the poor monk has nothing else to ask for, but just wants to stay overnight."
The monk spat.
"roll roll roll."
At this moment.
Another voice sounded from behind the door.
"Disciple, who is making noise outside the door?"
Then came dozens of heavy footsteps.
Then the mountain gate opened wider.
A monk in gorgeous cassock surrounded by dozens of disciples.
Come to the mountain gate.
The monk at the door rolled his eyes.
"Master, a crazy monk came out of nowhere."
"It's so poor that you actually want to spend the night in our royal temple."
The abbot who just came out sneered.
"What kind of cat and dog dare to come to our place to make trouble."
"Come on, call them all out."
The smile on Xuanzang's face was still gentle.
"Wukong, do you think this scene looks familiar?"
Sun Wukong nodded.
"The ruined temple of the Jinchi monk was also like this at the beginning."
Xuanzang smiled more gently.
"Then do you know how to do it?"
Chapter 468 Education on behalf of Lord Buddha
Sun Wukong was waiting for Xuanzang's words.
Immediately, he drew his golden cudgel.
But Xuanzang grabbed him.
"The golden cudgel is for subduing demons and eliminating demons."
Sun Wukong rolled his eyes.
"That's fine, my grandson uses his fist."
Xuanzang still shook his head.
"A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands."
"As a monk, even if you are not a gentleman, you should not touch your hands."
Sun Wukong twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Master, what do you think of my old grandson?"
Xuanzang handed over the tin-headed Zen stick in his hand to Monkey King.
"Educate them on behalf of Lord Buddha."
Sun Wukong grinned.
"Okay."
Zhu Zizhen looked envious.
"Master, my old Zhu also wants to educate these evil monks on behalf of Lord Buddha."
Xuanzang looked at Zhu Zizhen.
"Since Wu Neng, you are so caring."
"For the teacher, here are the Diamond Sutra, Tripitaka, and Three Questions Sutra."
"You can copy it down later, and educate these Western monks well."
puff!
Zhu Zizhen sprayed it at that time.
the other side.
Monkey King walked towards a group of monks in Baolin Temple with his Zen staff in hand.
This Baolin Temple is a royal temple.
Many of the monks are actually royal guards with their heads shaved.
Or.
Among mortals in the West today.
The group of people with the highest force value are monks.
"Hahaha, how dare a monkey less than four feet tall come to our royal temple to make trouble?"
"How about capturing this monkey, skinning it, cramping it, and stewing it in a pot?"
A group of monks, all of them are vicious.
If it is said that the evil monks under the Jinchi monk were still a minority in the East.
So the monks here in Baolin Temple are the norm in the West.
My Buddha is compassionate?
Compassion is only for those who believe in Buddhism.
If you don't believe in Buddhism, then you are evil, damn it.
It doesn't matter whether you really believe in Buddhism or not.
The important thing is that the monks living in the temple say whether you believe in Buddhism or not.
The main method of dissemination of Buddhism in the East is through wandering monks to lobby.
Do not believe?
The poor monk will come again next time.
The propagation method of Western Buddhism.
It was the missionary who knocked on the door with a knife.
Do not believe?
That poor monk will come again in your next life.
Sun Wukong just smiled back at the ridicule of a group of monks.
Then, holding a tin-headed Zen stick is just a stick.
The nine-thousand-jin Zen stick is not something that can be stopped.
bang.
After a while, the mountains shook.
The mountain gate of Baolin Temple is gone.
Monkey King swung a thousand sticks in an instant.
It directly smashed the entire mountain gate into powder.
A group of monks laughed.
Stopped abruptly.
hiss?
An untouchable came?
Monkey King doesn't care about these dumbfounded monks.
Holding the tin-headed Zen stick, he shot again.
Boom boom boom!
in a blink.
The incomparably gorgeous pure copper-roofed main hall of Baolin Temple is gone.
The monkey swung tens of thousands of sticks, and forcibly smashed the pure copper roof into pieces.
"Holy monk, holy monk, calm down."
At this time, a group of monks finally reacted.
The gorgeous abbot suddenly threw himself in front of Xuanzang and begged for mercy.
Zhu Zizhen stepped forward and blocked the old monk.
He copied the scriptures and got angry.
At this time, I saw the old monk coming up.
Immediately grinned.
Grab the old monk.
Copy the scriptures on the opponent.
"Come, come, you, you, you and you."
"Everyone lie down."
"On behalf of Lord Buddha, my old Zhu will educate you well."
Zhu Zizhen used a supernatural power to capture Yunshou.
All the monks were overturned to the ground.
Show the backs of these monks.
Start copying scriptures on it.
He used demon blood paint, which fell on these monks like a branding iron.
Sizzle.
These monks were so burned that they cried for their fathers and mothers.
"Junior Sister Sha, hurry up and grind ink for my old Zhu."
"We are sutra senders, we can't just send sutras to Da Leiyin Temple."
"We should give this excellent scripture to every Western monk."
At this moment, Zhu Zizhen opened the door to a new world.
When Monkey King demolished half of Baolin Temple.
Zhu Zizhen has already copied the scriptures here.