Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Hmm... because I think the names of these five people's Sakurajima are a bit disgusting.

Therefore, the Bone Bodhisattva directly gave the titles such as Nuyi and Nuer.

Simple and easy to remember is one aspect.

The most important thing is that the Bone Bodhisattva... thinks that they don't deserve a normal name either.

Just didn't expect it.

After getting the name of the Bone Bodhisattva.

Not only did these five guys not have the slightest bit of dissatisfaction and anger.

On the contrary, do you feel a little honored? !

Especially the leader Sakurajima who was given the name "Slave One".

That kind of slavery from the heart almost made the Bone Bodhisattva feel a chill.

So cheap!

It's really cheap!

bow.

The Bone Bodhisattva was covered in black robes.

The faint will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the eye sockets, looking at the Yan Country Continent that was gradually moving away.

"Master, I will definitely not let you down!"

Bone Skull, the first time out, silently made an oath in his heart.

The sky gradually darkened.

The small fishing boat gradually disappeared under the night...

Hidden night group, in the cave space.

Xiao Qibai lay on Liu Mengyan's lap bored, wanting to sleep, but couldn't.

The cute and delicate face is full of longing for Tang Sanzan.

The fifth hour, 27 minutes, and 36 seconds without three burials, miss him!

One side.

The red-haired loli Su Xiaoran's face turned dark.

Face the cute zombie Xiaoqi.

Su Xiaoran also wanted to "kiss Fangze".

Can be helpless.

After Tang Sanzhu left.

Between the two girls, Xiao Qi decisively chose Liu Mengyan, who was as plump as a peach.

really.

Whether male or female.

Cuteness is nothing in front of...!

"I don't know when brother Sanbu will come back. Has the doubt in his heart been answered?"

Liu Mengyan stroked Xiao Qi's smooth hair.

The eyes are a little drifting away.

Although he is in the Yinye group, his heart is on Sanbuan's younger brother.

Su Xiaoran curled her lips helplessly, feeling that her ears were going numb.

It's less than a day.

My former imperial nurse had already chanted "Three Burial Brothers" countless times.

And from various angles, he expressed his concern and thoughts in an all-round way!

This is very outrageous!

And Tang Sanzan, who was being chanted, returned to the small house where he used to live at this moment.

Looking at the simple appearance in the room, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sometimes, people don't need much to be happy.

It is also a pleasure to relive the memories of the past.

After discussing with my master, "I don't understand, I don't understand".

Well... the master is still the master.

As for myself... It seems that my status has changed quietly.

At least, in the eyes of the master.

The possibility that I am the reincarnation of Master Shasheng Buddha has been infinitely magnified!

Lie back on the little bed where you used to rest.

Tang Sanzan slowly closed his eyes, letting his mind gradually empty.

The rare tranquility and serenity made him relax physically and mentally, and he felt unprecedentedly happy.

Happiness is as simple as that sometimes.

Outside, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

The moans of insects can be heard endlessly.

After half an hour.

"system?"

Tang Sanzan came back to his senses, calling silently in his heart.

【What is the host's order? 】

The caring system bacteria are on call and respond immediately.

"As the Buddha's system, your system should be based on assisting me, right?"

Tang Sanzan tentatively asked this question.

The existence of the system, in fact, has always been in Tang Sanzang's mind, and there are also doubts.

Everything in this world is not simple.

Gods and Buddhas coexist, and demons are rampant.

At first, Tang Sanzan didn't have any resistance to the golden fingers that all traversers have.

In fact, it is still the same today.

The existence of the system, after all, helped Tang Sanzan, and had no intention of harming him.

There may be a certain purpose.

But Tang Sanzan's thinking is different from ordinary people.

In his view, this world.

Being able to be used means having value.

Only by turning yourself into a waste can you prevent the possibility of being used.

Tang Sanzan believes that he is still valuable.

And great value!

Whether it's his special status or his terrifying talent.

Can become an excellent "chess piece"!

Of course... it would be better to jump out of the chessboard and become a chess player.

It's just that right now...there are too many mysteries, which are somewhat unrealistic.

[Host please rest assured, the purpose of this system is to serve you as the host!Everything is centered on you as the host! 】

Facing the problem of Tang Sanbu.

System Bacteria gave a decisive and positive answer.

The voice is still so mechanized, but with convincing sincerity.

"Since that's the case, then...what kind of connection does there exist between me and Shasheng Buddha?"

Tang Sanzan asked the question that he valued most.

【…】

The system was silent for a long time.

After a while, the system's voice sounded again.

[Back to the host, the relationship between the two of you... is inseparable. 】

Hear this ambiguous answer from the system.

Tang Sanzun immediately narrowed his eyes, feeling complicated.

Inseparable.

Such a description almost directly negates the conjectures of Tang Sanzan and Master Sisheng.

If you say that you are really the reincarnation of Shasheng Buddha.

The description of the system is certainly not so ambiguous.

He has already guessed to such an extent, and there is absolutely no need for the system to deceive himself.

inseparable relationship.

It means that there is indeed a complex connection between myself and the Shasheng Buddha.

However, the identity of the reincarnation.

It can already be denied.

So what is your identity?

For a while, Tang Sanzan became more and more confused...

Chapter 224 Bold speculation, burying gods and Buddhas?

In a small temple.

The old monk and the young monk.

Tonight, I have extremely complicated emotions.

Each in their own room, doubting life.

Hmm... Grandmaster Sisheng is still struggling with...whether it's really possible to have a serious discussion with Tang Sanzan.

The master called the apprentice "Patriarch" or something.

This is outrageous fucking open the door for outrageous, outrageous to get home!

"Alas... San Zan's return this time brought many problems to the poor monk."

"If... the third burial is the reincarnation of the master who killed the Buddha, then what is the identity of the poor monk?"

"Why does the poor monk know the origin of the purple gold Zen staff?"

On the old wrinkled face, the brows were deeply wrinkled.

Scarlet as blood cassock, under the night.

Still so bright.

The faint candlelight reflected on the blood-red cassock.