One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 28 It seems that everything is conclusive

Guang Zhi raised his arms and shouted, the eyes of the originally sluggish people seemed to see the dawn all of a sudden, and their eyes lit up.

"Yes, Master Puxuan is highly respected, we cannot watch him being beaten to death by a witch."

"We want to protect Master Abbot, united as one, we will definitely be able to invite Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Everyone was talking loudly, as if they were cheering each other up, but they didn't dare to look at the side hall without the roof.

Guangzhi took a torch and walked towards the small courtyard first. Everyone hesitated for a moment, looked at Guangzhi's back, and followed him one after another.

On the other side, Sun Wukong had already arrived at the small courtyard which was much larger than the surrounding meditation rooms. The room was still lit, and through the tulle, a figure could be seen sitting in front of the window.

"Monk Ugly, return my junior sister!" Sun Wukong shouted coldly, raising his hand with a stick, the roof of the house flew off, and the four wooden walls collapsed.

The originally exquisite small courtyard was instantly in a mess, leaving only seven or eight wardrobes, a bed and a wooden table.

Puxuan was sitting in front of the table, still holding the brocade cassock in his hand, an oil lamp on the table flickered a few times, but it didn't turn off, and the radiance of the cassock shone on the ground, making it more conspicuous in this dark night.

"Although that little girl is cute, she is indeed not with me." Pu Xuan looked up at Sun Wukong as if he had been belatedly aware of it. He shook his head and said, with an unusually serious expression on his face.

However, at the next moment, he put down the cassock, patted the table and shouted loudly: "Although I look a bit strange, I have been the abbot for 300 years, how could you take me and the little girl away?" It's a complete slander! Slander!" It seemed that he was really angry.

"Demon girl, don't try to touch my master!" At this time, Guangmou also arrived and stood in front of Puxuan, holding a big stick that was as thick as a bowl in both hands, looking at Sun Wukong, and said angrily.

Sun Wukong looked at Guangmou who was protecting Puxuan, and frowned slightly. Even if he knew that she could smash the roof with one stick, wouldn't he avoid it?How can there be such a stupid person in the world?

After hesitating for a moment, the golden cudgel in her hand fell, but it didn't land on Guangmou, but the closet beside it exploded all of a sudden, and hundreds of cassocks and monk's robes inside flew all over the sky.

At this moment, Guangzhi arrived just in time with all the monks and common people, and the torches in their hands illuminated a large area. Seeing the splendid cassocks flying all over the sky, they all opened their mouths wide.

A piece of clothing happened to fall in front of everyone, Guangzhi shone the torch on the ground, everyone looked at it, they all let out a soft cry, and looked at each other for a while.

On the ground was a small gray cotton padded jacket, which looked like it should be worn by a child of four or five years old, with a small red butterfly sewn on the cuff.And this dress actually flew out of the abbot's closet.

"This... This is my Yan'er's clothes." An old lady squeezed out from the crowd, ran out staggeringly, tripped over a stone, and fell to the ground suddenly, her head was bleeding, but her hands were still Clutching the little padded jacket tightly, she began to cry immediately, "This is what she wore the day she lost it, and I sewed this butterfly. I pity Yan'er, where have you been?"

"What's going on here? How could there be Yan'er's clothes in the abbot's closet? Could it be..." the bearded old man wondered, and at the end of his speech, he couldn't help looking at Puxuan who was standing behind Guangmou.

"Here's another one." Someone picked up a small dress.

"It's also here, no, it's like the clothes of my little sister who disappeared back then, how could it appear here!" A burly man picked up a small skirt and exclaimed.

Soon, everyone picked up more than a dozen small clothes, some new and some old, all worn by four or five-year-old children, and several were recognized as clothes of children who had disappeared before.

"Yan'er, my Yan'er..." Wang Po, who had been lifted up, hugged the little padded jacket, crying heartbroken, the blood from her forehead flowed down her cheeks, dripped onto the padded jacket, and fainted into a flower of ashes. black flowers.

"He, he must be the one who took my Yan'er. Every time he went to the temple, he would give Yan'er candy, and he would hold her for a long time every time..." Wang Po suddenly stopped crying, stretched out her finger Looking at Puxuan, he staggered forward step by step, "You give me back Yan'er, you give me back Yan'er!"

"Yes, a few days before my little sister passed away, my mother brought her to the temple and told me that the abbot gave her sweets. Tell me why my little sister's clothes appear here!" The strong man tightly clutched the small clothes in his hands, and walked towards Puxuan.

"Could it be that what the woman said is true? Abbot Puxuan is really the mastermind behind the loss of children these years. Could it be that he really eats children?" A young monk said with some fear.

"Catch that man-eating monster. We have been deceived all these years. How can a man live to be three hundred years old? He must eat children to live forever!" Someone in the crowd shouted. The excited crowd exploded in an instant, rushing towards Pu Xuan, eager to eat his flesh alive.

Guangmou turned around and looked at Puxuan, although there was shock in his eyes, he said without hesitation: "Master, you go first, I will hold them back!"

Puxuan looked at the angry crowd rushing towards him, as if he had been frightened, he remained motionless with a dull expression.

Sun Wu made a move with his bare hands, and the brocade cassock and a piece of gray cloth on the table fell into her hands, and she formed a package and carried it behind her back. As soon as the feet of her feet were somersaulted, she fell into Puxuan's hands. Beside him, he said coldly, "Where is my junior sister?"

"I don't know." Pu Xuan looked at Sun Wukong and shook his head.

"Demon girl, you are the one who framed my master, go to hell!" Guangmou shouted angrily, and threw the big stick in his hand at Wukong horizontally.

"Whispering." Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows and kicked his leg, the thick wooden stick in Guangmou's hand was kicked into two pieces, and Guangmou also flew upside down and smashed into the next room. Buddhist temple.

"Then where did these clothes come from?" Sun Wukong pointed to the clothes that those people were holding.

"I don't know either." Pu Xuan still shook his head.

Sun Wukong's face turned colder, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Puxuan shook his head, showing a smile, "If I wasn't afraid of death, I wouldn't have lived so long."

"Tell me where my junior sister is, and I'll give you a treat. If you don't tell me, those people will bite you to death." Tang Sanzang held the golden cudgel tightly, and the ground was trembling slightly.

"I really don't know, that little girl is very cute, I hope you can find her." Puxuan still shook his head.

"Don't touch my master!" A figure staggered out of the hole in the meditation room, holding a stone that he found from nowhere, and rushed towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong kicked out without looking back, the stone turned into dust, Guangmou flew upside down again, crashed into the meditation room, and made a muffled bang.

"This silly boy." Pu Xuan glanced at the meditation room, and sighed softly, showing some pity.

Sun Wukong put away the golden cudgel, turned his head and glanced at the people behind him, "If I dig this ruined temple three feet into the ground, I will find my junior sister, but you must first pay for what you have done." The price." After speaking, he rose into the air.

The angry crowd instantly overwhelmed Pu Xuan, fists, feet, mouth, as long as they could be used, they all greeted Pu Xuan who was sitting cross-legged.

Sun Wukong stood in the air, his eyes fell on Guangzhi who was at the side, and he focused slightly. He stood at the side, calm and indifferent like a bystander.

On the other side, at the gap in the Zen room, a figure crawled out while coughing up blood, yelling, "Don't... hit... my master..."

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