One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 927 Very Good

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, it's the leader of the golden-winged roc king. If something happens, he will definitely hit him. Let's see if the situation is not right and slip away. The three of us are together, and we still have to worry that we won't be able to get away. ."

Such discussions are not uncommon in Xiniu Hezhou. While surprised at the death of Zhen Yuanzi, he also expressed interest in the invitation sent by the Golden Wing Dapeng King. After sanctification, it is even more difficult to go further. Now With such an opportunity in front of him, he naturally wanted to seize it, otherwise he might not be able to survive the next saint calamity.

Maybe it felt that Zhen Yuanzi had died, and most of the resentment of the ghosts in mid-air dissipated, and a ray of sunlight shone down, but those ghosts were looking at the ginseng fruit tree roots that were falling down slowly, and almost pulled out Thousands of feet of roots brought out hundreds of thousands of dead bodies, which looked like a bunch of huge grapes in the sky, but the round ones were wrapped in dead bodies, innocent people who died one by one.

Many began to disintegrate as they fell, flying all over the sky like white snowflakes.

The gloomy weather reminded Tang Sanzang of that movie, Schindler's List, and the ashes flying all over the sky, how similar it is, but in comparison, looking at the big skull formed by tens of thousands of ghosts in midair, it seems Even more depressing.

"Go back, it's time to re-enter the samsara, but I don't know if Hades can accept so many people at once." Tang Sanzang looked at the ghosts, said, sat down cross-legged, and began to chant sutras.

A series of golden laws spread upwards with the Buddhist scriptures, like a breeze, so that the ghosts were slowly appeased, and began to separate again, becoming independent individuals one by one, standing in mid-air, facing Tang Sanzang He bowed deeply, and then disappeared into a black light.

Tang Sanzang, who was reading the scriptures, suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the west. Golden rays of light flew from the western sky, skipping over the ghosts, quickly dispelling the grievances of the ghosts, and sending them into reincarnation .

"Tathagata." Sun Wukong couldn't help clenching his fists, squinting at the western sky.

"Alright." Tang Sanzang continued to close his eyes, felt that the law was not malicious, and continued to chant sutras. If he came alone, it would take at least a few days to save hundreds of thousands of ghosts. And this Jin Guang, who came from a long way, is obviously better at speed than him. According to this progress, it can be completed in less than half a day.

And under the shroud of golden light, those undecomposed dead bodies also began to decompose at an accelerated rate, and they did not drift away with the wind, but slowly settled down, and finally all fell into the big hole left after the ginseng fruit tree was dug out before. In the pit, it was actually filled with a whole big pit.

Wuzhuang Mountain has completely collapsed, and now that the pit is filled, it looks like a vast expanse of whiteness, but the resentment has almost dissipated.

"Perhaps we need a grave bag." Sun Wukong looked at the ashes in the big pit, looked at them enough, and flew out. After a while, he directly flew back with the short mountain like a grave bag on his shoulders. It was lightly covered on the big pit, slightly larger than the big pit, like an upside-down bowl, and also like a huge grave bag.

This can be regarded as peace in the ground, the resentment of the people dissipated faster, the ghosts all over the sky disappeared quickly, and the sunlight fell again, falling on Tang Sanzang's body, as if covered with a layer of golden cassock .

Two hours later, Tang Sanzang slowly put down his hands, opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, the blue sky and white clouds, no trace of resentment could be seen, a gust of fresh wind blew across his face, bringing a somewhat refreshing breath.

"Very good." Tang San hid himself, brushed the sand falling on the cassock, he was a little surprised by the sound of transcendence from Lingshan, but it was also comforting, no matter whether these guys really wanted to eat him, but At least from this, it can be seen that they do not agree with Zhen Yuanzi's actions.

Whether it's just on the surface, or he really thinks so, at least it gives him a little sense of relief.

This sutra was written by that person, and saving people is the way that person came up with. Tang Sanzang just learned it, and now seeing that person make a move, at least she has not forgotten the original intention of creating this sutra.

"Let's go, continue on the road." Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong and said with a smile. There was a trace of fatigue between his brows and eyes. It is undoubtedly an unprecedented burden for him to use formations on such a large scale and in large quantities, and he has not yet adapted to this feeling of consumption.

But he wasn't too tired, he just felt a little hungry, and if he was given a whole roasted lamb, he might be able to eat it.

Leaving Wuzhuang Mountain, after passing a small river, he went down to take a bath, and changed into the only new cassock left in the package, Tang Sanzang felt much refreshed.

After Zhen Yuanzi died, the saints on Lingshan should start to worry, and Lingshan should not be far away.

Killing such a saint who is particularly powerful in interference is undoubtedly very beneficial to their plan. This is also one of the reasons why Tang Sanzang went to Mount Wuzhuang, but he never thought that there would be so many under the ginseng fruit tree dead.

"Master, did you say that the old locust tree outside the Guanyin Temple is a model of this ginseng fruit tree?" Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang who was handling the bison by the river, and asked curiously.

"Although I don't know where it was learned, but the number of paths is the same, it is very likely that it is like this." Tang Sanzang nodded. In fact, he also thought of the old locust tree that used villagers and children as nourishment. I know how Xiong Xiaobu is doing now, and whether he is having a good time in Guanyinyuan.

"Master, have you started to control the law yet?" Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang and asked again.

"Probably, it's just that I can only feel their existence and can't understand their meaning, so I can't use them to do more things, but use them on the body as armor or gloves, and After locking the opponent, it seems that the opponent's soul can be locked in the body, and then smashed directly with the fist.

This is what he first thought of on the ginseng fruit tree, and later it was confirmed by Zhen Yuanzi. After being locked, even a saint has no way to escape. This can be regarded as making up for his inability to fly. Imprison the flaws of spells. '

Moreover, more importantly, it gave him the ability to kill the saint with one blow, and the opponent had no chance to escape.

(End of this chapter)