The strongest Tang monk fights westward journey

Chapter 283 The poor monk peeled off its skin

"Oh, beauty, you have thorns on your body, but don't worry, the poor monk has golden sore medicine."

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Tang Sen exchanged a bottle of golden sore medicine from the system, put his hands on the mouse spirit naturally, and said:

"Don't be afraid, the poor monk will pull out the spikes now. Please don't refuse this time. The poor monk likes to save people to the end. Sending the Buddha to the west may hurt a little, so bear with it."

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He shot like lightning, and before the mouse spirit could react, he pulled out the two hedgehog spines, quickly applied the golden sore medicine, and said:

"Look, the poor monk didn't lie to you. The poor monk really didn't mean it before. Don't misunderstand the beauty."

Hearing this, the mouse spirit wanted to bump his head to death, enduring the pain and said pitifully:
"Benefactor, little girl believes that you really want to save others, but the medicine is all gone, can you take your hands away, is this really good? Are you a monk?"

It turned out that Tang Sen had been working with both hands without stopping.

"Oh, master is racing like this in broad daylight."

Zhu Bajie howled.

"Master, wait for me, Xiaobailong is going to get in the car, drop, Longka!"

The little white dragon howled wildly, as if he had been spat out with chicken blood.

"Amitabha, you have misunderstood the poor monk again. The affected area needs to be rubbed more, so that the surrounding Qi and blood can be activated, so that there will be no wounds in the future. Since you care so much, then the poor monk just doesn't rub it."

"No return on a good deed."

Tang Sen pretended to be angry, shook his cassock, and strode towards the west, thinking about how to deal with the mouse spirit.

"Hmph, shameless Tang Sen, when I find out what's going on with you, I'll kill you and eat you."

Looking at Tang Sen's back, Mouse Jing showed a murderous intent in his long and narrow brows.

"It's boring, I ran all the way and didn't get anything."

Zhu Bajie hung his tongue and gasped for breath. He had just arrived, but the master and the beauty had already separated, and the brilliance of the beauty in front of him had been completely covered, so there was no view at all.

"Second senior brother, don't worry, we still have a chance, so let's train our body." Xiao Bailong didn't care, and said with a smile, thinking in his heart, the story between the master and the beautiful woman is not over yet.

Speechless all the way...

Time passed quickly, the sun's projection in the jungle gradually slanted eastward, and the sky gradually darkened.

"Master, there is a temple ahead, why don't you go there and take a rest."

Monkey King ran forward and said to Tang Sen.

"Well, the master has this intention."

Tang Sen smiled and said, if I remember correctly, the Zhenhai Chanlin Temple should be in front of me. There are not many monks there, and the number has been decreasing, all because of rat spirits.

"Hehe, the monks in that temple have thin skin and tender meat, and the taste is pretty good."

The mouse spirit in the back licked her mouth, recalling a delicious meal a few days ago, thinking about it, her stomach rumbled again.

I haven't eaten for several days, and I'm hungry again.

……

Not long after, a few people came to the temple. Tang Sen stepped forward and said, "Hi, is there anyone? Let's borrow a night together."

"Hey, is there anyone alive? If so, let me know."

"Are you all dead? If you die, the temple will be taken over by the poor monk."

Tang Sen yelled three times and was ignored. Just as he was about to break in, the door suddenly opened.

A monk with a bloated figure and a haggard face poked his head out and said weakly, "Amitabha, may I ask what the name of this master is?"

"Yo!"

Tang Sen was amused when he heard it, and said with a smile: "Master Xuanzang, the poor monk, I ask you to preside over it, and then go prepare some vegetarian dishes for the poor monk."

"It turns out to be a master of Xuanzi generation, please come inside quickly, and the monk will call the host here."

When the monk heard Tang Sen's self-registration number, a trace of respect appeared on his face, and he said with both hands.

"Go ahead, prepare more vegetarian dishes, the poor monk still has a few big stomach king apprentices here."

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Taking this opportunity, Tang Sen stepped into the monastery.

"Yes, little monk... ah, monster, kill someone, the monster broke into the door!"

The monk got up, and when he saw Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, he screamed suddenly, backed away in panic, and ran wildly with his legs dragging.

……

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were speechless, thinking that the monk's reaction was too big, how could such a scene happen in the past!

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Tang Sen reacted quickly, and a teleportation appeared in front of the monk and said:

"Little monk, these are the apprentices of the poor monk. They look a bit cold, but they are all first-class gods and men, not monsters, but gods."

"You are obviously a monster, but you still say you are a god. I think you are also a monster. Host, it's not good. The monster has broken into the temple. Help!"

The monk yelled like crazy, Tang Sen slapped him across the face, slapping him dumbfounded.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Sen asked.

"pain."

"Are you so sure that the monster will only slap you in the face, won't it kill you and eat meat?"

Tang Sen asked again.

"It seems...it makes sense."

Although the monk was frightened, his mind was still bright, and he was stunned by the slap, but after thinking about it, what Tang Sen said still made sense.

"It's good if it makes sense. Your master and brother are here. Go over and explain. Remember to report the name of the poor monk. Xuanzang, master of Xuanzi generation."

After all, Tang Sen ignored a group of monks who were holding sticks and looked fierce, and continued to look at the monastery.

As expected, this is Chanlin Temple. The temple is very large, with more than a dozen Buddhist temples, but the whole temple is filled with dead silence and lifeless.

Several disciples also looked around, they were no longer surprised at being considered a goblin, and they just waited for the monk to explain clearly.

Only Mouse Jing showed excitement in his eyes, and secretly licked his mouth.

Not long after, an old monk with snowy eyebrows walked up to Tang Sen and said apologetically:
"Amitabha, master, don't take offense. This year, my Zhenhai Chanlin Temple has been haunted by monsters. My disciple is in a state of panic all day long. I'm really sorry for disturbing the master."

The old monk showed hesitation and said.

"Troubleshooting? What kind of trouble?"

Tang Sen turned his head and said.

"Returning to the master, in the past year, people disappeared every month in the temple, ranging from five to six at a time. The disciples lived in fear, walking and missing, and the atmosphere of the past was gone. This monastery is probably going to be lonely, hey!"

The old monk continued.

"Well, the poor monk has actually already figured it out. This time, he came here just to get rid of the demon. Don't worry, the demon is of average strength. You can rest assured that if it dares to come tonight, the poor monk will skin it."

Tang Sen opened his mouth, pointed at Sun Wukong and others, and finally his eyes fell on the mouse spirit, with a playful smile.

Seeing that the mouse spirit was all hairy.

"Ah! Did Master really come here just to eliminate demons?"

A dozen or so monks behind were surprised, and one of them, an eleven or twelve-year-old young monk, asked boldly.

"Of course, my master has great powers and is known as the hunter of the demon king. He can't lie to you."

Zhu Bajie stepped forward and said.

"The hunter of the demon king? Could it be... Could it be that Master Xuanzang was helping Tang Seng with the sperm extraction?"

The old monk looked excited for a moment, thinking of a terrible legend that had recently been circulated in the outside world.

(End of this chapter)