One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 1 One Punch Sanzang
"The mouse spirit dug a hole a mile outside the temple, do you want to find a time to bury it together with the hole?"

"Two raccoons came to the west forest the day before yesterday. Last night, the male one was walking around outside the temple. Did you find me?"

"Recently, there seem to be more and more monsters near Jinshan Temple. Is it time to clear the place again? It seems to be two months earlier than last year, right?"

In the slightly dim Zen room, Tang Sanzang, dressed in a brand-new cassock and with delicate features, was sitting cross-legged, idly counting the number of floating monsters near Jinshan Temple during this time.

If he hadn't traveled to this world in 18 years, Tang Sanzang felt that he would live a simple and happy life in the world of games and animations. Who would want to become a monk in Journey to the West?

"Jiang Liuer." The hoarse voice of the old monk sitting opposite him interrupted Tang Sanzang's meditation.

"Master, I've said it ten thousand times, it's Tang! San! Zang!" Tang Sanzang emphasized each word, and rolled his eyes by the way. The name Jiang Liu'er has the attribute of being ridiculed. People just tell people that they have no parents or parents!It's easy to have no friends and be bullied as a child.

So from the age of three, Tang Sanzang changed the name "Tang Sanzang" on his own initiative, and it has been successfully used to this day, except of course, except for the master who fished him from the river in front of him.

The benevolent old monk smiled slightly: "Okay, Jiang Liuer."

"Tang Sanzang!" Tang Sanzang rolled his eyes again.

"Well, Jiang Liu'er." The old monk still smiled.

"Okay, master, you can do as you like." Tang Sanzang retreated, and if he was serious, this ruined temple would only obey his master.

The old monk nodded in satisfaction, and then said, "Jiang Liuer, what is Buddha?"

"Master, you have asked me this question no less than ten thousand times!" Tang Sanzang protested against this question, whose master asked the same question every day for 18 years.

The old monk still smiled: "It's the last time, it's the last time."

"You said the same thing a thousand times last time." Tang Sanzang groaned in his heart, sat up straight and said, "There is no Buddha in my heart, but I am a Buddha."

"Wonderful!" The old monk grinned.

"Master, please say it again!" Tang Sanzang stared, a little unbelievable. In the past 18 years, his answer has been consistent, but what he got was preaching again and again. Unexpectedly, what he heard from the master today is actually 'wonderful! '

"Master, have you taken your morning medicine?" Tang Sanzang added subconsciously.

"You don't have a Buddha in your heart, so why force you to convert to my Buddha? I was wrong all these years." The old monk shook his head, feeling a little emotional.

Tang Sanzang was a little delighted: "Master, why did you suddenly become enlightened?"

"Because I'm going to die." The old monk said calmly, with a kind smile still on his face, as if he said in the morning that he would eat noodles instead of porridge.

Tang Sanzang's smile froze, he looked at the old monk and shook his head in disbelief: "Master, you are lying again."

"Monks don't tell lies." The old monk shook his head slightly.

"In the winter when I was seven years old, you said you didn't fry soybeans, and then I found half a bag under your bed sheet." Tang Sanzang shook his head.

The smile on the old monk's face stagnated: "It was an accident, an accident."

"There was a famine when I was ten years old. You obviously didn't eat, but you gave me the last half of a steamed bun and told me that you were full." Tang Sanzang continued.

"The Buddha will not blame him for this matter." The old monk shook his head and looked at Tang Sanzang with a relieved expression.

"Why did you die?" Tang Sanzang looked up at the old monk with a sad expression.

The old monk stretched out his hand and gently touched Tang Sanzang's head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Liu'er, people will die sooner or later. Don't you always want to travel far, if you want to go, then go."

"But you have to remember that there are so many good people in this world, even monsters, not all are bad. If you don't meet them and beat them to death, at least you must first distinguish between good and bad."

"Well, I've made a note." Tang Sanzang nodded, without retorting as usual.

The old monk withdrew his hand and looked at Tang Sanzang: "Finally, I will explain the two most important things."

Tang Sanzang sat upright.

"There's still half a bag of fried soybeans in the left pocket, don't burn them together. These shoes on my feet fit well, so don't change them for me later." The old monk finished these two sentences with a solemn expression, his head Slowly hang down, no more sound.

Tang Sanzang sat in a daze for a long time, looking at the master in front of him, a little worried, "Master, aren't you embarrassing the disciple?"

……

The news of Abbot Qian'an's death quickly spread throughout Jinshan Temple. This temple, which had prospered in recent years because of the golden signboard of Tang Sanzang, fell into mourning.

However, Master Abbot had already made arrangements for the funeral, kept everything simple and cremated in the backyard.

Tang Sanzang stood in front of the monks, with a small khaki cloth bag hanging around his waist, looking at the old monk on the woodpile, silent for a long time.

"Master Uncle, it's almost time, do you think?" An old monk endured grief, looked at Tang Sanzang and asked, his tone quite respectful.

Tang Sanzang pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes fell on the old monk's feet. There were two shoes on his feet, one big and one small, very asymmetrical.

"Uncle Master, no!" The old monk followed Tang Sanzang's gaze, his complexion changed drastically, and he shouted in a trembling voice.

Tang Sanzang's hands trembled, his eyes still fixed on those shoes, and he took a step forward.

"Uncle Master, you can't!" Seeing this, all the monks shouted together, and more than 100 monks plopped and all fell to their knees.

Tang Sanzang lowered his head and glanced at the old monk who was clinging to his right leg, and those monks who were kneeling on the ground. At a glance, the bald heads reflecting the glare of the sun were like hundreds of [-]-watt light bulbs on. , some dazzling.

"How can one become a Buddha if one's thoughts are not clear?" Tang Sanzang raised his leg lightly, and the old monk holding his thigh flew a foot away and landed gently on the ground.

"You should dress neatly." Tang Sanzang walked to the woodpile, bent down and took off his brand-new cloth shoes, put them on carefully for Master, folded the large and small cloth shoes, and put them away. Standing aside, nodded: "It's much more comfortable to look at this way."

The monks who were still kneeling looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

Tang Sanzang turned around, and all the monks parted ways, watching him walk out slowly barefoot.

"Light up the fire. From now on, you will be the abbot of Jinshan Temple." Tang Sanzang said, looking at the old monk who had hugged his thigh earlier.A person who knows how to hug his thigh is still worthy of entrusting him with a heavy responsibility.

"Uncle Master, I don't know where you are going?" The old monk didn't have much joy on his face, he stood up tremblingly, and asked Tang Sanzang while looking at his back.

"Go to Chang'an, the abbot of the Water and Land Assembly." Tang Sanzang replied, picked up the package hanging on the branch beside him, and walked towards the outside of the temple.

"Respectfully send off master and uncle!" Under the leadership of the old monk, all the monks sent off in unison.

"Sweep every day, but it's still not clean." Walking out of the gate of Jinguang Temple, Tang Sanzang leaned over and brushed the fine sand from the soles of his feet, took out a pair of half-old cloth shoes from his package, put them on, and looked back at the ancient temple that had been inhabited for 18 years.

"Master, I'm leaving, I'll come back to see you later."

"Li Simin is going to hold a water and land conference, so Guanyin Bodhisattva should also come?"

"There are monsters in this world, but the Immortal Buddha hasn't seen them yet. You can go to the West to learn the scriptures. I don't know if the Buddha can kill them with one punch."

Tang Sanzang, who tied up his parcel, muttered to himself, turned around and walked slowly down the mountain. He probably wouldn't be back in a few years. Looking back, it's really not easy to live in this world.

Eighteen years ago, Tang Sanzang passed through the body of an unborn baby in the way of being struck by lightning. He failed to withstand the temptation and ate a golden baby who traveled from the same day.

After years of repeated confirmation, he basically confirmed that the little golden baby he ate was named Jin Chanzi.It was the second disciple who didn't listen carefully to the lecture under the seat of the Buddha, and was then beaten to death and thrown back to reincarnate.

That is to say, this Buddhist master who was supposed to take three apprentices, ride a white dragon horse, go to the west to learn scriptures, and cultivate a golden body, was given by Tang Sanzang, an ordinary university monk who traveled through the 21st century, before he was born. eat...eat.

In this way, Tang Sanzang became a monk, and every year, many monsters gathered near Jinshan Temple, trying to eat him.

However, after eating the golden cicada, a pale golden energy appeared in Tang Sanzang's body, which merged into his body year by year, constantly strengthening his physical body, so now he has some strength, speed and physical strength. beyond his cognition.

How strong is this energy?
Tang Sanzang, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain, looked down. The originally calm ground suddenly shook like an earthquake. It seemed that something was approaching from the ground.

Boom!With a bang, a black thing rushed up from the ground. It was three meters long, covered with spike-like black hair, and had long fangs around its mouth. At first glance, it looked like a wild boar, but if you look carefully, It looked like a giant mouse again.

This giant rat slammed into Tang Sanzang at an extremely fast speed, its aura was more terrifying than a full-speed heavy truck, its blood-red eyes were full of bloodthirsty and greed, and its mouth was wide open with disgusting white mucus, as if it wanted to swallow it in one gulp Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang raised his eyelids, only showing a little surprise, then raised his fist and hit the giant rat on the head.

The white fist landed on the spiked head, as if hitting a stone with a pebble.

But the next moment!
boom!A muffled sound sounded, and a large crater appeared on the head of the menacing giant rat, which was actually punched by Tang Sanzang, and fell back into the hole it just rushed out at a faster speed. directly died.

The soil on both sides caved in, burying the giant rat with the hole.

"The control of strength is still a bit weak." Tang Sanzang glanced at the trace of blood stained on his fist, took out a square scarf from his arms and wiped it off carefully, and walked slowly towards the ferry.

He hadn't encountered a Yokai worth a second punch yet.

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