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Tang Seng looked at the grenade in his backpack with a puzzled look on his face.
He turned around, tugged at Tianyu's clothes and whispered to him:

"Wukong, when did you get this kind of nectar? You and I are single, so we should not compete with others for wealth, otherwise it will only bring disaster."

Tianyu looked at Tang Seng for a long while without saying a word.

He suddenly realized that if Tang Seng was not in the world of Journey to the West but in the ancient Tang Dynasty, there would be a great chance that he could complete the journey to obtain the scriptures safely.

There is no other choice but to survive!

He doesn't look like a high-level monk who is willing to sacrifice his life for justice, but more like a Taoist who would rather die than let his friends die.

Unfortunately, he is in the world of Journey to the West, and his so-called worldly common sense is completely useless to these monsters and demons.

The tribulations along the way had already been arranged.

Corrupt "grassroots" places like Guanyin Temple are specifically reserved for Tang Seng to clean up the house and gain experience.

Therefore, Tianyu did not hold back and said to him:
"It's not a big deal. After all, this is the lower courtyard of Liuyun Temple where Guanyin sits. You should believe in the concentration of these monks. An old man who has lived for more than 270 years has seen everything."

Tang Seng looked at the old abbot who was almost sticking his head into his bag with a speechless face.
You know that he is over 270 years old. Here is a magical item that can extend his life by hundreds of years if you smell it. Any normal person would covet this longevity item.

Seeing that it is getting late,

The monks almost hurriedly sent Tang Seng and Tianyu to the side rooms to rest.

Tang Seng closed the door and walked around holding his bag.

"What should I do? What should I do? Wukong, you must show off. Don't you understand the principle that wealth should not be revealed to others? They will definitely come to steal tonight... No, maybe they will just rob me. Amitabha."

Tianyu was laughing at the side, gloating:

"The Buddha once said, if someone hits you on the right cheek, you should also offer your left cheek to him. If others want it, then give it to them."

All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Lingshan looked at Amitabha, who was sitting in the main seat, with strange expressions. Tathagata cursed in his heart, saying that this damned monkey actually made up rumors about him, which was really abominable. How could he think of a way to make this monkey shut up?

According to the magical power he has demonstrated before, if things really don't work, it would be better to let the black bear demon in front replace the monkey.

The moment the Buddha closed his eyes, his consciousness descended on Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, and a thought was transmitted to Guanyin's mind.

The official, who had just returned, turned pale and red in the face, and looked towards the direction of Guanyin Temple with gritted teeth.

"Damn monkey, you even dared to make up a story about the Buddha. Do you really think I dare not deal with you?"

Guanyin snorted coldly and flew towards Black Wind Mountain on the lotus platform.
At this time, the old abbot of Guanyin Temple was sitting in the back room with the monks under the lamp, all in silence.

He was 270 years old, and even with the elixir supported by the black bear demon, his body was already weak.

If Tianyu only took out the brocade cassock, he would still want to save his face and secretly create an accident to burn the master and disciple to death.

But Tianyu took out a treasure that could increase longevity!
If you smell it, you will be 360 ​​years old; if you drink it, you will live forty-seven thousand years.

This kind of treasure that even gods would struggle to get is like a life-saving straw to the old master, and he is willing to give up everything to snatch it.

At this time, the monks in the back room all had the same idea, but no one wanted to speak first.

After an unknown amount of time, a young monk came in from outside and said to the monks with a somewhat unpleasant expression:
"It's already three o'clock in the morning, and the light is still on in the monk's room. It looks like he doesn't plan to sleep."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the monks darkened.
The abbot of the Zen temple was the first to break the silence.

"Since ancient times, treasures belong to the capable. Tang Seng is just a wandering monk. How can he be worthy of such a treasure from the immortals?"

"I think it's better to do this. Tang Seng and his disciples are already exhausted from the journey, while we are at our leisure. Our chances of winning are very high. We can find a few strong men to get swords and guns, break into the meditation hall, kill them, and bury their bodies in the back garden. Then we can each drink a cup of this nectar and enjoy eternal longevity. Wouldn't that be great?"

The monks nodded when they heard this, and the old monk was delighted:
"Great, great, this is a great idea!" Tang Seng in the Zen room also discovered Guangzhi, who was in charge of following him.
He looked at the door which had been silent for a long time with an anxious look on his face and said:

"They must have gone to call for help, Wukong, why don't we leave now?"

Tianyu yawned and lay down on the bed.

He thought about it and activated his newly learned sleight of hand and blew it towards himself and Tang Seng, and immediately the two of them disappeared from their original positions.

Tianyu nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:
"These seventy-two transformations are much more convenient than the game potions."

Then he made a casual move with his hand, and the bag in Tang Seng's hand instantly appeared on the wooden table in the Zen room.

Tang Seng was stunned when he saw this:
"What do you mean? Since you know how to become invisible, why don't you take this opportunity to leave this troubled place as soon as possible?"

Tianyu looked at Tang Seng with disdain and said calmly:

"You have to understand the significance of the Journey to the West. The Buddha didn't just ask you to go to Lingshan to get the scriptures. If it were that simple, I could do a somersault... uh... Sun Wukong could go back and forth to Lingshan with a somersault."

"The purpose of the journey is to enlighten the ignorant people along the way and to eliminate some demons and monsters."

"The old abbot of the Guanyin Temple is very generous and has a lot of money. Don't you think about where he got so much money in this remote place?"

Before Tang Seng could reply, the door of the Zen temple was suddenly kicked open.

"You monk! We took you two in out of kindness, but you stole the treasures from my temple!"

It was obvious that they were preparing to find an excuse to hack Tianyu and the other two to death with their swords.

However, everyone was shocked when they entered the room, because they could not see Tang Seng and his disciples who were hiding themselves using an sleight of hand.

The old host slapped his thigh and shouted in annoyance:

"Oh no! That monk ran away! Chase him!"

Just when everyone was preparing to search for Tang Monk's whereabouts,
The young monk Guangzhi suddenly pointed at the bundle on the table in the hall and shouted excitedly:
"Look! That monk ran away in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to take his luggage with him!"

A group of monks swarmed around the table, and all of them looked at the cloth bundle in the middle with excitement.

They opened the bag carefully.

Faint rays of light shone through the bundle.

Everyone looked at the bundle excitedly and shouted, "There really is a treasure!"

The gorgeous cassock was emitting an alluring glow through the two layers of oil paper wrapped around it. When everyone opened the oil paper, the room was suddenly filled with red light and colorful atmosphere.

"It's not just the nectar. Look at this cassock. It's definitely a treasure. It's inlaid with night-shining pearls and gems. It's a supreme treasure!"

All the evil monks looked at Tang Monk's gorgeous cassock excitedly. They were even more convinced of the so-called nectar.

Soon, one of the monks shouted excitedly:
"I found the fairy brew!"

The next second, a long knife slashed across his arm, and the "Immortal Wine" and his hands fell into the hands of his senior brother at the same time.

With a scream of pain,

All the monks began to fight each other like red-eyed evil spirits. No one wanted to let this "immortal wine" fall into the hands of others.

Share? Are you kidding? It's such a small bottle, what if it's only enough for one person?
This is a treasure that can make you become an immortal instantly after drinking it!
For a moment, the room was filled with the flashing of swords and the flow of blood. Tang Seng, who was hiding nearby, was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly, tightly holding the M60 on his back in an attempt to find a little sense of security.

Finally! (End of this chapter)