Martial Arts: Immortality Begins from The Deer and the Cauldron

Chapter 1198 The beginning of the real and fake Monkey King
  He didn't want to expose his flaws like this, and there was no need to take the risk. He would not look down upon a mere six-eared macaque, and would give some big gifts to the Buddhists if necessary.

Tang Sanzang gave the group of robbers an ideological and moral lesson passionately. Since the group of robbers were all gagged, no one refuted.

But by this time they had completely collapsed, half smoked by socks and half exploded in front of the fat monk's nagging mind.

"How is it? Donors, do you know that you are wrong?" Tang Sanzang drank some water and glanced around, seeing the expressions of these guys with great satisfaction.

"Amitabha, since no one is talking, it seems that you haven't realized your mistakes yet, so the poor monk has no choice but to continue to educate you." Tang Sanzang took a breath and continued to chant.

Two hours later, more than a dozen robbers burst into tears on the spot and began to cry.

Seeing a dozen strong men crying loudly, with tears streaming down their faces, and even the socks in their mouths getting soaked for a while, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but nodded with a look of relief, knowing that all the hard work had indeed been in vain.

"Amitabha, all the donors, as the Buddha said, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. It is not too late for you to repent now. But since the evil deeds have been done, you don't have to be too regretful and sad. You can start a new life in the future. , change your mind, you will eventually achieve good results, enlightenment, let these dozen donors go." Tang Sanzang felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and raised his hand and ordered.

Wu Jing immediately turned into a gust of wind and released all the dozen robbers. However, these robbers did not leave in a hurry after being freed. Instead, they looked at each other, hugged each other, cried, and shed tears of sadness.

The other robbers also looked at Tang Sanzang eagerly, hoping to be relieved. They were almost fainted by the smell of the socks, and were always on the verge of collapse.

Tang Sanzang glanced around and said, "As for you, you have not been moved by the principles taught by the poor monk. It seems that you are not sincerely repentant, so I cannot let you go for the time being."

In order to be rescued as soon as possible, these robbers did not care about their face, so they started crying like they did. Unfortunately, their faces were full of expressions, but their emotions were not in place. Their eyes were dry and there was not a single tear.

Tang Sanzang shook his head, "Donors, it seems that you haven't fully understood the poor monk's good intentions, so I have no choice but to teach you another lesson."

While the time was still long and he could drive as many people crazy as possible, Tang Sanzang started his speech again.

Speaking of getting up, he ordered Sun Wukong to go hunting. The three masters, apprentices and Qin Ran sat around in the woods, drinking and eating meat, feasting on the food, making these bandits greedy.

The fat monk started to behave like a bitch again, holding up a fragrant pheasant leg, swinging it back and forth in front of the robbers, and then stuffed it into his mouth. These robbers were tortured until the end, and they were already psychologically numb. Not many of them truly repented, but there were more than a dozen who were facing mental disorder.

A person's nature is gradually formed over time. How could it be completely changed because of some words of this fat monk? The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

After a busy day, Tang Sanzang finally had enough and let the robbers go. However, after they were let go, most of the robbers had dull eyes, cried first and then laughed, and cried and laughed again, just like madmen.

With a wave of Qin Ran's hand, these bandits were sent to the prison in a nearby county.

The Buddhist scripture collection team continued to set off, and it was not until dark that they saw a farmyard with flowers and trees, willows and willows, the wind blew the birds, the river in the distance flowed slowly, and the shepherd boy returned against the sunset, creating a peaceful scene. .

"Master Qin, is there no problem in this village?" Tang Sanzang asked. It's not that he is careless, but that he is afraid of being tricked. "These are ordinary people's homes, and there are no monsters." Qin Ran shook his head. The owner of this village is the great philanthropist Mr. Yang, and his son is the second-in-command of the gang of robbers just now. This Mr. Yang is determined to Xiang Shan, unfortunately, gave birth to an unworthy son. He was deceived by a group of bandits, joined the gang, and did all kinds of bad things.

He had been tortured mentally by Tang Sanzang for the whole day and almost collapsed, so he deserved it. Now he has been sent to prison, but according to Buddhism's urine, if he wants to do things secretly and fish in troubled waters, he will definitely release these bandits.

"Master, why are you so suspicious and more worried than me, maybe you are scared?" Sun Wukong said with a smile.

"Hmph, you damn monkey, haven't you suffered too much as a teacher?" Tang Sanzang said angrily. Along the way, he had completely summed up his experience, or he was caught by monsters. Most of these monsters were holding Bad intentions, wanting to eat his flesh. Either he was secretly framed by the Buddhist sect, and the good name was used to test whether his determination to learn scriptures was firm, and both sides suffered.

Qin Ran went to knock on the door, and then an old man walked out of the manor,
  "Where did the young master come from?" Old Master Yang saw that Qin Ran was handsome and handsome, so he spoke with great respect.

"We violated the orders of the Emperor of Tang Dynasty and went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. When we passed by this place, the sky was getting dark and the special people came to disturb us."

"Sir, I see you are obviously a secular person, why do you want to seek Buddhist scriptures?" Old Master Yang asked in surprise.
  "Old man, I'm not the only one here, there are also three Buddhist elders."

"Where are the three elders?"

"It's right next to the road."

Qin Ran pointed to a few people on the side of the road, and Tang Sanzang's master and disciple also came forward - to see the ceremony, the old man glanced at Sun Wukong and Sha Seng, and was so frightened that he didn't even say hello, and slapped his legs. Shivering, he was about to walk to the back room.

Tang Sanzang quickly grabbed his sleeves and begged, "Old benefactor, please allow us to stay for the night if you are extremely merciful."

The old man was trembling with fear. He pointed at Sun Wukong and Sha Seng and said, "They are monsters..."

Tang Sanzang said with a smile, "Old man, don't be afraid. My disciples are born like this. They don't look like monsters, they are all good people!"

The old man said with a sad face, "Grandpa, a Yaksha and a Thunder God, how come they are not monsters?"

Sun Wukong was furious on the spot. "You old man is really ignorant. Lei Gong is my grandson, and Yaksha is my great-grandson."

Sha Seng looked depressed. He was much more handsome than Yasha after all.

The old man was so frightened that his face turned pale, his feet became weak, and he almost fell to the ground. Tang Sanzang quickly supported him and took him into the back room.

"Don't be afraid, old benefactor, my disciple has always been rude and can't speak." Tang Sanzang comforted him for a while, and then the old man gradually calmed down.

Chang'er Dingguangxian finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Tang Sanzang entering Mr. Yang's house.
  (End of this chapter)