Journey to the West: The Intercepted Religion is destroyed, but your Buddhism is still prosperous?

Chapter 148 True: There is no silver here 300 taels
"Hehe, want to run?"

"It's not that easy!"

Zhen Yuanzi said with a sneer, flicking his long sleeves slightly.

The area with a radius of thousands of miles has been captured by him in one sleeve.

"Why is it so dark today?"

Zhu Bajie was carrying the white dragon horse and felt that he couldn't see anything when it was dark.

Until he slammed into something soft with a plop and fell a big somersault.

There must be no good fruit to be taken back by the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, and he doesn't want to suffer any hardships.

I saw him holding the nine-toothed rake with both hands, pushing forward with all his strength.

Whoosh!
Zhu Bajie's full blow hit it like hitting cotton, but he was bounced back and flew out.

Before he got up again, he felt that the world was turned upside down, and his whole body was rolling around on the ground.

It didn't take long for the brothers and sisters to be dumped and lose their ability to resist.

"receive!"

Immortal Zhenyuanzi withdrew his supernatural powers, and brought Tang Sanzang and his disciples back to the Wuzhuang Temple.

"Brother Dao, are you back?"

Yun Zhongzi, who had just arrived, hurried forward to greet his relatives, he really deserved to be a pair of good friends.

In fact, he was concerned about Tang Sanzang and the others, for fear that Zhen Yuanzi would directly kill them indiscriminately.

After all, his brother Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has always been in charge of learning scriptures from the Western Paradise, and if something goes wrong, he must not be able to escape.

But Zhen Yuanzi and him were close friends, and they were caught in a dilemma for a while.

Many torches have been lit in the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple, illuminating the whole courtyard like daytime.

The pillars rose from the ground one by one, which was formed by Zhen Yuanzi's control of the root system of the ginseng fruit tree.

With a flick of his sleeves, Tang Sanzang, his master and his disciples circled around to the pillar and were bound to it.

"Daxian, they did all of this, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Tang Sanzang hurriedly defended himself.

Zhen Yuanzi snorted coldly and said, "Even if you didn't do it, you still can't escape the responsibility."

"Who made you their master?"

Tang Sanzang: ...

You see, these guys are here to harm themselves.

From now on, even if I, Tang San, hid in the wilderness and was captured by monsters, I would never go to any place to stay for the night again!

clap clap clap!
Zhen Yuanzi controlled the ginseng fruit tree to extend a branch to turn it into a whip, and whipped it hard on his body.

Before he left, there were still 28 ginseng fruits on the tree, so he hit Tang Sanzang 28 times.

Immortal Zhen Yuanzi looked at the bloody Tang Sanzang, and couldn't help frowning.

"Isn't he your master?"

"You just watched him get beaten like this?"

He looked at the three brothers beside him and asked.

Zhu Bajie laughed and said, "Since he did something wrong, he should be punished."

"All of this is his own fault, and we will naturally not intercede for him."

Tang Sanzang, who was confused, almost died of anger when he heard this sentence.

Does this pig speak human language?
Not to mention that I haven't done anything, it's all caused by you.

Can you explain what it means to blame myself?
Tang Sanzang was so painful and angry that he simply passed out on the spot.

"Why don't you fight anymore?"

"Please give him a few more whips to improve his memory!"

Zhu Bajie said as if he was afraid that Tang Sanzang would not be killed.

The bravest one was the monkey, struggling hard on the post to break free.

But even if he has tens of millions of catties of arm strength, he can't break those small branches countless times.

The ginseng fruit tree existed in the world before the world was opened. Even if it has no consciousness, it has survived to this day.

In other words, the soil it takes root in is about to catch up with the hardness of Buzhou Mountain.

Even if the monkey hit the ground with all its strength with the golden cudgel, it would not leave the slightest mark.

Such a powerful ginseng fruit tree is simply not something a monkey can resist.

"It's your turn next!"

Zhen Yuanzi set his eyes on the heads of monkey Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing.

Tang Sanzang is at most a crime of condoning crimes, but they are the culprits.

"Say!"

"Who stole my fruit?"

"Who killed my two disciples again?"

He asked the three brothers.

Zhu Bajie had made up his mind a long time ago, as soon as he asked a question, he would be a monkey's tainted witness.

Seeing the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi questioning him, he jumped out hastily.

"I recruited, I recruited..."

"That monkey did everything!"

monkey:? ? ?
This special meow was sold suddenly.

Zhu Bajie didn't want to suffer, so he had to pour the dirty water out.

That Sha Wujing was his younger brother in the same camp, so naturally he couldn't splash it on him.

And the white dragon horse carried him all day long, no credit or hard work, so naturally he couldn't sell it.

Then, among the four masters and apprentices, there was only one monkey left, and his copper skin and iron frame could withstand beatings, who would sell him if he didn't sell him?

The monkey was not a vegetarian either, so he fought back immediately.

"That's right, I did it all!"

"It's definitely not that pig telling me that there are ginseng fruits here!"

"It's definitely not that pig who told me how to steal ginseng fruit!"

Zhu Bajie called it a good guy, there is really no silver 300 taels here!
(Push a brother's book "Man in the Great Desolation: Sleeping for Hundreds of Millions of Years!", the author of the old prehistoric.)
(End of this chapter)