One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 788 Eighteen Letters of Call

"Me? I don't think I'm suitable for being a leader." Tang Sanzang shook his head. It was a headache for him to be a monk who didn't need to take care of things in Tang Dynasty, let alone be a leader of the monster tribe now.

And let him be a mortal monk to be the leader of the Yaozu, and he is also a monk who is going to Xitian Lingshan to learn Buddhist scriptures. If it gets out, it is estimated that the Yaozu coalition forces will not be organized at all, let alone civil strife.

"Master, you don't need to worry. You don't need to do anything. You just need to be a spiritual leader. It's my job to deploy troops to fight in the future." Zhu Tianpeng waved his hands, full of arrogance.

"In this case, it's acceptable." Tang Sanzang nodded upon hearing the words. Zhu Tianpeng did have a song about this kind of plan layout. After all, he was the person who almost killed the demon king of the demon clan back then, and his brain is suitable for such things. .

The Dragon King looked at Tang Sanzang, although he also felt that it was a bit strange for him to be the spiritual leader of the monster clan, but seeing Zhu Tianpeng's full confidence, he somehow believed it, and she seemed to have a strange appeal at this moment , people can't help but want to believe.

"The most important thing to spread this news is to make people believe that there is a powerful force behind this that is driving this thing to happen, and this force can challenge the heavens, at least which demon saint Level. It is best to make those demon saints suspicious and guess who is going to fight with the heavens, and those demon kings will think that they are just one of the small flags, and they will kill the heavens to get a share. Dare to think about being a leader or something like that.

Of course, it is still difficult for you to do this, so I will ask my master to leave a few greeting cards later, and then you can find a chance to spread them out, and you must remember Don't let anyone find out about Bibotan, or you will lose all your sense of mystery and get into trouble. "Zhu Tianpeng thought for a while, then said again.

"If they don't know who it is, will they not believe it?" The Dragon King hesitated when he heard the words.

"You underestimated people's curiosity and the power of public opinion. If you were to lobby in your capacity, it would be pretty good to be able to convince ten demon kings, and it wouldn't take long for the Heavenly Court to come to your door and take all of you straight away. And if this trend spreads among the monster clan, because of the sense of mystery, it will become more and more evil. At that time, maybe several big monster saints will be involved, and then it will become a real thing. You don’t need to say anything, those monster clan I will start preparing for the battle myself, and I will start to want to get a share in this war." Zhu Tianpeng shook his head and said, full of confidence.

"Forget it, you don't have experience at first glance, I will write you a strategy later, and you can do it according to the above, remember, don't add superfluous things, these experiences have been tested by blood and fire. "Zhu Tianpeng looked at the still bewildered Dragon King, rolled his eyes and said.

"Okay, it's all up to the elders." The Dragon King nodded quickly. Although he still couldn't understand what Zhu Tianpeng meant, he had completely believed in Zhu Tianpeng's words. There will be the confidence and capital to fight the heavenly court.

"I just saw a few pieces in your treasury, Wannian black black iron, you go and get it to me." Zhu Tianpeng said to the Dragon King.

The Dragon King responded and left quickly.

Zhu Tianpeng took out the pen and paper from the Qiankun bag, thought for a while, and then began to write on the paper.

Everyone gathered around curiously, watching a detailed plan slowly take shape under the pen of the feature film, and the expressions on their faces gradually became admirable.

Zhu Tianpeng's plan is actually not complicated, it is to set off a storm of public opinion among the demon clan to confront the heavenly court, and the center of the storm is those dragon clan imprisoned in the heavenly court. war.

However, in this plan, Bibotan only acts as a role to send out the letter, and they don't even need to guide the public opinion. After sending out the letter, they can act as spectators on the sidelines.

And below, Zhu Tianpeng also wrote an impassioned essay, which probably revolves around the violence in the heavenly court, conquests at will, and does not take the monster race seriously, so this essay invites the people of insight among the demon tribe to fight for a year. After half a day, prepare to gather troops to conquer Wudao Heavenly Court.

"The ten-thousand-year black iron you want." The Dragon King came in with a piece of black iron the size of a millstone, and put it on the ground. The ground also trembled slightly, showing the weight of this piece of black iron.

"Master, I'll cut this piece of black black iron into pieces of paper, and then you can copy the proclamation on it with a stylus." Zhu Tianpeng took out a shining knife from the Qiankun bag, and slid it against the black black iron , The hard black black iron was cut off like a thin piece of iron with a knife, and it was cut on all sides, turning into a long strip of paper.

"What a sharp knife." The Dragon King looked at this scene with surprise in his eyes. This ten-thousand-year-old black black iron is the hardest material in his treasure house. Even he can't cut such a thin piece. Come on, I didn't expect Zhu Tianpeng to look weak, but not only is he highly accomplished in formation, but he also has some skills in refining weapons.

"Okay." Tang Sanzang took the piece of iron. Although it was a thin piece, it was extremely heavy in his hand, which was indeed unusual. He put it on the nanmu table beside him, and the table creaked. After hesitating for a moment, he went straight Putting it on the ground, it started to shake before writing. It is estimated that the table collapsed when the pen touched it.

"This is a pen." Zhu Tianpeng directly sharpened a pointed pen on the piece of black black iron and handed it to Tang Sanzang.

"Is it enough to just write the call to action?" Tang Sanzang took the pen and asked again.

"Yes, try to be as grand as possible. It would be better if the last stroke can pass through directly." Zhu Tianpeng nodded and continued cutting the paper.

Tang Sanzang nodded, took a pen, read the call to action carefully for a while, and then began to write.

Writing on stickers with a stylus is a bit difficult, and it is still on such a hard paper, but fortunately Tang Sanzang is strong enough, each word appears on the paper, vigorous and powerful, and he finished writing in a short while. According to Zhu Tianpeng's request, the last stroke of the essay just penetrated the paper, leaving a complete essay on the pure gold ground.

"Very good." Zhu Tianpeng glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, and handed the rest of the cut paper to Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang wrote eighteen letters in a row, put down the pen, turned his sore wrist, looked at Zhu Tianpeng and said, "If it's just like this, it's nothing special, does anyone think it's written by a sage?"

(End of this chapter)