The strongest Tang monk fights westward journey

Chapter 391 Everyone is a monk, there is something to discuss!
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The formation is getting stronger and stronger, and that kind of suppressive force sweeps across the sky and the earth. This is an indiscriminate attack. Even the big bosses of Lingshan are outside the formation, and they feel tremendous pressure. Some weak holy monks can no longer resist it. , withdrew from the battle circle, and could only wait and see from a distance.

However, what made all the bald men very angry was that in the middle of the formation, where the suppressing power was strongest, Tang Sen's big shiny bald head would pop out from time to time, and greeted everyone with a cheap smile:
"Come on guys, you are the best!"

"It's so weak. My third master has been with many beauties recently, and his back hurts. Can you please work harder to put pressure on my old waist."

"Could it be that I have become bald and stronger?"

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It's not good for Tang Sen to say hello to a group of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and little Vajras. He was holding a jug of wine in his hand, and it seemed that the words "Erguotou" were written on it. It was irritating to see.

The faint smell of wine lingers on the Lingshan Dojo. It is so fragrant. Many big shots who like to drink before becoming a Buddha are attracted. Among the Eighteen Arhats, the Dragon Subduing Arhat, the man with a haystitch dripped all over the floor, wiped his mouth vigorously, and felt uncomfortable all over his body. Freedom to grab and grab anywhere, wishing to go up and have eighteen bowls with Tang Sen.

"Brother, take it easy, we have criminal records, low-key, low-key."

Subduing Tiger Arhat on the side said to Subduing Dragon Arhat.

"Oh, little brother, don't talk about it, brother, I can't help it anymore, I blame that monk Tang, what's wrong with it, I have to bring out a pot of wine, I can't control myself!"

Subduing Dragon Arhat clasps his hands, his body is full of Buddha light, and his body is full of Buddha power. It is extremely strong, and it is the strongest among the eighteen Arhats.

leader!
But now, he was smacking his lips repeatedly, his eyes were wandering, he was staring at the Erguotou in Tang Sen's hand, and his body was a little unsteady.

"Brother, you have to control yourself. You are the leader of our Eighteen Arhats. If you make a mess, our Eighteen Arhats will collapse." Fuhu Arhat said anxiously.

The so-called formation points are the cornerstones, just like the foundation of a house, once the formation points are broken, it means that the formation will disintegrate.

"Oh, brother, stop talking, brother is trying to control himself, be quiet!"

Jianglong Arhat was extremely impatient and smacked his lips from time to time, enduring it in great pain.

There is a situation!
Swish!
Tang Sen emerged from the middle of the formation again, and found something strange on Jianglong's side. He had an idea, and quickly said: "Oh, this is a very fragrant wine, sweet and mellow, full of strength, it doesn't burn your throat, it doesn't hit your head, just one word, Cool!"

After speaking, he tilted his neck, took a big gulp of wine, and then moved forward, spilling a puddle on the ground.

The bouquet is stronger.

"Made, waste food, waste, extravagance, shameful, hopeless."

In an instant, there were countless low curses among the monks and Buddhas in Lingshan.

"I lost you, Mr. Tang, give it to me if you don't drink it. Ma De, what a waste."

Jianglong King Kong's eyeballs almost popped out, his nose moved quickly, and he took a deep breath, wishing to inhale all the aroma of wine around him into his lungs.

it's time!

"Hehe, that big bald head, what's your name? The poor monk knew that he was destined for you at first glance. Why don't you give you a bottle of Erguotou."

Tang Sen opened his mouth, and threw the Erguotou in his hand to Jianglong Luohan with a swish.

"Fuck, fuck, don't pick up the Dragon Subduing Arhat, you'll break the formation as soon as you catch it, this mud horse has just started!"

King Kong yelled, Jianglong is a well-known wine addict, not only in the whole Lingshan, but also in Tang Dynasty, he is also a famous monk of wine and meat, his name is: Jigong.

"Oh, you're all making such a fuss. What's the point of a small formation? Our Lingshan is still supported by the Buddha. It's not a big deal."

Seeing the fine wine in front of him, Jianglong Arhat's eyes turned green. The sky and the earth are big, and he drinks the most. Nothing can stop the old Jigong at this moment.

Neither can Buddha.

Swish!
Start with good wine, take a sip of Meimei, and the whole world feels comfortable, the sky is so blue, the ground is so warm, and the birds in the forest are singing so cheerfully.

"Hey, that's not right, I seem to be doing something just now."

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In an instant, Dragon Subduing Arhat recovered quickly, took a closer look, and found that thousands of old friends were all staring at him, and the Lingshan formation had disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell, I just said that old Jigong is unreliable, so you might as well give me the wine, I can guarantee that drinking will not cause trouble." Angry King Kong slapped his thigh and said regretfully.

"Hahahaha, old Jigong, I will remember your kindness. In the coming year, I will give you a bottle of 82-year old Baigan."

Swish!
Tang Sen teleported to the back of Lingshan Mountain, and a pair of evil hands quickly reached out to the fruit on the Bodhi tree.

"Qianlong, you have to bear this blame no matter what. If Lingshan suffers heavy losses, why don't you go back to the world and be a beggar!"

Maitreya said with an expression on his face.

"Buddha, it's a mistake to drink, I'll take the blame, but why don't you blame Tang Seng, he was the one who brought me the wine first, the venerable only took half of the blame."

Ma De, it's already late anyway, I'm bored.

Jianglong Arhat raised his head and drank it. He drank a pot of Erguotou in one gulp, which was refreshing.

"You still drink, the bodhi fruit has been picked."

Swish!
The angry-eyed Vajra Qi did not hit one place, and the Fuhu Arhat on the side shook his head again and again. The whole Lingshan was in complete chaos. Tang Seng entered the back mountain. Can't touch it.

It can be seen that Tang Sen is running the magic skill of the Wanshou Bell, even though those laws are bombarding the Wanshou Clock, he doesn't even bother to look at it, and is picking Bodhi fruit with a smile.

"It's so big, it looks like a peach, a plum, and a jujube. It's really weird, weird."

The bodhi tree, also known as the tree of enlightenment, is said to have been enlightened under this tree by the Tathagata Buddha. You can imagine the miraculousness of the bodhi tree.

The trunk of the whole bodhi tree hovers like a horned dragon. The tree is not tall, but it is only five meters high, but it is extremely strong. The whole tree has an ancient yellow color, and so do the fruits, as if made of brass poured backwards.

"Ma De, this bodhi tree is really powerful. I have only been here for a while, and I feel that I am close to the Dao of heaven and earth, which is great!"

Tang Sen was lying on the bodhi tree with his wooden horse legs up, leisurely nibbling on the bodhi fruit. This fruit was also extraordinary, with a sweet taste, crisp and juicy, and he wanted to eat it even after eating it.

Along with that, his semi-holy state became more stable.

"It's delicious. It would be great if I could pick two Bodhi fruits every day. It would be quite refreshing to change my taste after getting used to flat peaches."

Tang Sen was dreaming sweetly, not at all worried about what a group of jealous monks could do to him.

"Tang Seng, come down for me, we are all monks, what is there to discuss!"

Swish!
Subduing Dragon Arhat appeared in the back mountain, and spoke to Tang Sen with a bitter face.He made a mistake, and now he is thinking of making up for his mistakes and coming out as a peacemaker.

"hey-hey……"

Tang Sen smiled darkly, and said cheerfully: "We are all monks, so of course we can discuss it. How about this, you bring the scriptures here, and this monk will come down immediately, and I won't pick even a single bodhi fruit."

Mud horse, you don't pick it anymore, you're almost done picking it, okay?

The Buddhas covered their faces and couldn't bear to watch it any longer. They wished they could slap Tang Sen to death. After climbing the tree for a while, there were only half of the [-] Bodhi fruits left, and they still refused to pick them.

Is this what monks do?
(End of this chapter)