Journey to the West: I Am Entertaining in the Great Tang

Xie Zijing looked at Tang Seng's serious expression, angry and helpless, and he was speechless for a while.

Her eyes dimmed in an instant. It turned out that the person she had always liked, didn't even have any impression of her.

At this moment, she felt that something was broken, perhaps because of that obsession.

For him, he was turned upside down, and he was chased by the Tathagata, and he hid in Pipa Cave in panic for so many years. In the end, he didn't even have any impression!

The lonely constricted eyes, a feeling of powerlessness struck her, making her whole body collapse.

"in case···"

Standing silently for a while, Scorpion Jing wanted to say something, but felt that it was meaningless, so he closed his mouth in time and turned and left.

Tang Seng saw her disappointment and saw her leave disappointed, but didn't say anything.

Instead, he was relieved and let out a long sigh.

"Why hasn't Wukong come yet? Hurry up and save the teacher."

Tang Seng muttered, is it hard to find here? It's been a long time, and I haven't found it yet.

Or send him a message yourself.

Tang Seng thought of this and took his cell phone in his pocket, but after a long time, there was nothing!

Fog grass, where's the poor monk's cell phone?

Can the people of the Three Realms live without a mobile phone?

The most important thing is that there are many phone numbers and personal privacy on the phone of the poor monk~private!

It would be too bad if it was picked up by someone!

He immediately followed the original path eagerly, but he couldn't find it either!

It's over, it's over!

The Scorpion Jing who returned to the room sat in front of the vanity mirror, staring blankly at the mobile phone in front of him, with a number jumping on it: "Wukong."

She asked the little fairy to secretly get this phone when Tang Seng was not paying attention.

In order to be afraid of him contacting the outside world.

Finally undisturbed, she pressed the speakerphone and listened attentively.

"Master, where are you, Master? What kind of fairy was the one who captured you, can you tell? Or you can post a position, it's okay!"

In the phone, Monkey King's voice was anxious and helpless, and kept asking.

Scorpion Jing kept his mouth shut, his eyes flickered, and finally hung up the phone impatiently.

As soon as I felt my ears were clean, the beep of the WeChat video rang again.

She was out of anger, but the voice was too noisy.

"Shut down!"

She shouted in a low voice, threw the phone in the drawer of the dressing table, took off her coat, got up and walked towards the big bed.

"Female donor!"

Just when he was lying on the bed, the scorpion spirit heard a familiar call, which was low and magnetic, and it made his heart beat faster when he heard it.

"Ahem!"

Unexpectedly, Tang Seng would take the initiative to look for him. Scorpion Jing was surprised and happy. He just wanted to talk, but because of his anxiety, he choked and coughed constantly.

At this moment, Tang Seng stood at the entrance of the cave, neither entering nor retreating.

It took a long time before the Scorpion Jing spoke: "What's the matter with the holy monk?"

"Does the female benefactor see the poor monk's cell phone? The long night is boring. You can't do without a cell phone, you know!"

It turned out to be a mobile phone.

Xie Zijing was very disappointed, her face was obviously dim, and she glanced at Tang Seng without comment.

"Female donor, the poor monk is really boring. May I ask, can I return the phone to the poor monk?"

I hope she didn't read the above news, and the phone number was not deleted by her.

"Show you this book, don't think about mobile phones or anything."

Xie Zijing threw the cartoon on the dressing table over, looked at Tang Seng, and firmly refused.

Tang Seng looked in his hand helplessly, and saw a big bald head shining brightly!

Well!

This bald head, Nima is too familiar!

He subconsciously touched his bald head, it was exactly the same!

Look at the title of the book, "One Punch Man".

This name is very strange!

Tang Seng suddenly forgot the phone and turned to the first page curiously.

Introduction:

"One Punch Man" is about the protagonist, Saitama, who was originally an ordinary person who was searching for jobs all day long.

One day three years ago, after he came across an abnormal crab who was going to kill the naughty boy, he recalled the dream of "want to be a hero" when he was young, and finally tried his best to save the naughty boy.

After regaining his interest in becoming a hero, Saitama finally reborn and gained the strongest strength through hard training, but at the same time lost his hair and became a bald head, and seemed to have lost some feelings.

After Saitama became a hero alone for a period of time, together with his disciple Jenos, he formally joined the Heroes Association, and together with many heroes began a life of fighting against various weirdos and disasters.

But it is often heroic work done without anyone knowing.

"The poor monk has left."

Tang Seng, who was completely attracted, said in a hurry, and he went back.

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Venerable Kassapa's live broadcast room.

The sales of water jade mirrors have been good, making a lot of money for Buddhism.

But Guanshiyin Bodhisattva was not enough, and signaled him to increase sales, because Lingshan has become poorer recently.

Although the mountain protection formation was not broken, the mountain shook, flying sand and rocks, causing various degrees of damage to the temples on Lingshan, including Da Leiyin Temple.

Even some villages at the foot of Lingshan have been destroyed to varying degrees.

You don’t need money to repair temples and comfort the people!

It's getting harder and harder, and the incense money is gone.

Because, after the people of the Three Realms have seen the true face of Buddhism, they are completely chilled.

Buddhism now counts on the live broadcast room, where Venerable Kassapa makes money for them.

Originally, Fuhu Luohan was more popular than him and could make more money for Buddhism, but he was reincarnated and rebuilt.

Qin Hao felt that Fuhu was pretty good, so he resurrected him and signed a contract with him.

In this way, Fuhu Arhat and Qin Hao were getting closer and closer, and they turned out to be a contract anchor of Qin Hao, and all the money earned was given to Qin Hao, which was too much of a face to Buddhism.

Under this circumstance, the burden of making money fell on Venerable Kassapa, it was too difficult for him!

"Dear viewers, welcome to the live broadcast of Venerable Kassapa. The product we bring to you today is Liuli!"

As he said, he took out several glass bowls and glass lamp holders.

In the live broadcast room, there were actually not many viewers, and the sparse barrage remained silent for a long time.

However, there are still people who were surprised by the dazzling glazed glaze, and couldn't help but complain: "Fogcao, Buddhism really has a treasure, this is too beautiful!"

"Yes, Buddhism people are money fans. Of course, they are very concerned about treasures and things. When they see it, they say they have a relationship with Buddhism. According to him, they have.

"Unexpectedly, the treasure of Buddhism would be willing to sell it!"

"I guess it's really poor. Recently I watched the incense in the temple become less and less, and no one went there anymore."

Venerable Kassapa looked at the barrage, really heartbroken.

Suddenly, there was a barrage with a completely different content that came into view: "The debating machine died tragically, if it weren't for Mr. Qin Hao,--"