One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 27 To deal with the slut, one beating will make you honest

In the Guanyin Temple, a fire broke out for unknown reasons and swept through four or five meditation rooms, and the small courtyard that was said to be the first to catch fire was burned to nothingness.

If it wasn't for the heavy rain, I'm afraid the row upon row of meditation rooms next to it would have suffered disaster, and the thousand-year-old temple was almost burned to the ground.

The villagers who came from the town and the monks in the temple carried buckets and stood in the cold rain, looking at the smoking meditation room, except for the soot and rain on their faces, they all had expressions of rejoicing.

The rain gradually stopped.

"How could it be on fire? The Guanyin Temple hasn't been in water for several years, right?" An old man with a white beard twisted the water from his beard.

"Yeah, it's all right, why did it catch fire? Fortunately, Guanyin Bodhisattva blessed it, and there was such a heavy rain, otherwise it would have been terrible." A strong man carrying a large bucket also nodded and said.

"The elders from the Tang Dynasty live in the courtyard over there. I'm afraid they are not used to living there. I accidentally poured the oil lamp, and I may not have time to escape." A young monk shook his head and said, with a look on his delicate face. Stained with black charcoal a few times, it was Guangzhi.

"This monk is so rude. He stayed at my Guanyin Temple and burned down five of our meditation rooms. Even if he burns to death, it would be a pity to die." Guangmou put the large water tank in his hand on the ground heavily, and said with a snort , but a pair of eyes kept looking towards the yard on the side, not knowing what they were looking at.

"That's right, didn't this monk deliberately burn down the meditation room because he was holding a grudge against what happened in the evening?" A monk beside him responded, and soon other monks followed suit one after another.

After hearing the words of the monks, those villagers were also a little bit embarrassed. While praising Guanyin Bodhisattva, they also condemned the Tang Dynasty monk whom they had never met before.

At this time, a figure squatted on the beam of a main hall at the side, looked at the monks and villagers, curled his lips and said, "Oh, that guy is sleeping well over there, these stupid monks burned their own house In the Buddhist monastery, you still want to blame others, but the monks really don’t have a good thing.”

"There is only one at most." Sun Wukong thought of something else, but then shook his head immediately, "No, there is not one." After speaking, his figure swayed and disappeared on the beam. The Zen room leaps towards the guest room.

The meditation room was on fire, and the whole temple became noisy, which naturally woke her up, but Ao Xiaobai slept soundly, and Tang Sanzang in the room next to him was also quiet, so she came over to see the commotion by herself.

Pushing open the door, Sun Wukong's pupils shrank suddenly, and Ao Xiaobai, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, was nowhere to be seen.

Ao Xiaobai is timid, and after hearing the rumors of monsters, he was even more frightened, even if he woke up, he would not run outside, unless he went to the next door.

Walking to the next room, before Sun Wukong pushed the door, the half-closed door was blown open by a gust of wind. The room was deserted, and there was no one there, and no one had been there for a while.

Sun Wukong's complexion suddenly became gloomy. He stepped into the door and glanced at the room. His eyes fell on the luggage beside him. The monk's clothes and luggage were casually thrown on the ground. When he glanced at them, he just missed a suit. Xiaobai's clothes were custom-made by Tang Sanzang when she passed a small town a few days ago.

"Where did they all go?" Sun Wukong clenched her fists and frowned. She wasn't too worried about Tang Sanzang. Although she didn't want to admit it, being able to kick a giant spirit god away with one kick was definitely not something ordinary monsters could deal with.

But Ao Xiaobai is different. She is afraid of even an ordinary golden armored soldier. If she falls into the hands of others, she will be no different from a five-year-old girl. At most, she will have more strength to cry .

She had only been out for a while, and Tang Sanzang should not have been in this room for a while, and Ao Xiaobai probably wasn't with him.

"Monk Ugly, it must be him." Sun Wu stroked his hair empty-handed, and the golden cudgel appeared in his hand, stomped his feet, leaped onto the somersault cloud, and flew towards the backyard.

When the ugly monk saw Ao Xiaobai, his saliva almost flowed out, he must be a beast who likes little girls like Xiaobai.And he wanted to monopolize the cassock, that's why he made people burn the Zen room, trying to burn Tang Sanzang to death, and then stole Ao Xiaobai while she was away.

Sun Wukong thought in his heart, and became more and more sure of his thoughts. He didn't know where Tang Sanzang would go, and he would disappear when the critical moment came.

"No, why am I thinking about him at this time?" Sun Wukong suddenly stopped somersaulting, and stomped his feet angrily, "I don't need him at all, he is not important at all."

The people who came to fight the fire hadn’t returned yet, and were led by the monks to the side hall in the backyard. The kitchen boiled ginger soup, lit two fires, and asked everyone to warm up first.

"Monk ugly, hand over my junior sister, or I will demolish your ruined temple!" At this time, a scolding sound came from the sky, and it was clearly heard by everyone in the hall, and everyone had strange expressions on their faces. .

Several monks lit torches, ran out of the hall, and looked at Sun Wukong, who was stepping on the cloud with shiny hair, his complexion changed.

"That bastard, what kind of monster are you? How dare you slander my master? When did my master catch your junior sister? Stop spitting blood! When Guanyin Bodhisattva appears, I will definitely suppress you on the spot." Guangmou held a torch, Shouting loudly, there was no trace of fear on his face.

Guangzhi on the side also said in a low voice: "Girl, although I don't know where your junior sister has gone, please respect yourself. The abbot master has high morals and prestige, so don't frame things randomly."

At this time, many monks and common people in the hall also came out, and their expressions changed drastically when they saw Sun Wukong flying in the sky.

"Ah, how can she fly? This... this can't be a monster, could it be that she took the child away."

"It must be. The monks of the Tang Dynasty were all monsters. Fortunately, the monster monk was burned to death. Now the banshee has come to frame the abbot."

"Save the afflicted and distressed Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, manifest quickly, take this monster away, and save my poor granddaughter, Yan'er, Yan'er!" An old woman knelt down on the ground, kowtowing her head continuously.

"I beg the Bodhisattva to show his spirit, and take this monster!" All of a sudden, everyone knelt down on the ground, kowtowed, and kept repeating this sentence.

"Stupid, Guanyin, that silly woman will run away when she sees me." Sun Wukong, who was standing on the somersault cloud, raised his brows, and the golden cudgel in his hand suddenly extended by a foot, and smashed it on the roof of the side hall. .

There was a loud bang, and the roof of the side hall was directly smashed away by this stick. I don’t know how many meditation rooms collapsed. In the wide side hall, only a few walls and a few broken pillars remained. It looked extremely ridiculous.

The originally noisy crowd fell silent for an instant. Everyone turned their heads to look at the side hall without the roof, and when they looked at Sun Wukong again, their faces were full of fear, and they dared not say a word.

"To deal with sluts, it's better to just beat them up, but that idiot doesn't believe it." Sun Wukong curled his lips and said softly. He lowered the golden cudgel in his hand and stopped half a foot above the head of a young monk. He asked coldly, "Where is that ugly monk?"

The little monk looked at the huge golden cudgel above his head, and trembled all over. He peed out of fright, stretched out his finger tremblingly, and pointed towards a separate small courtyard behind, "Then, there..."

"Shut up!" Guangmou's complexion changed, and he shouted sharply.

Sun Wukong flew towards the small courtyard with somersaulting clouds.

Guangmou kicked the little monk down, and with a big stick in his hand, he ran towards the small courtyard, shouting as he ran: "Demon girl, you have the ability to come at me, don't touch my master!"

"Senior brother, what should we do?" All the monks lost their minds and surrounded Guangzhi, asking in a panic.All the people also looked at Guangzhi, they were taken care of by him and loved him, so they came to put out the fire tonight.

Guangzhi looked at the crowd, clenched his fists solemnly and said: "Please follow me, I don't believe Master is such a person, it must be framed by this woman."

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