The battle situation on the field is back and forth, and Tang Seng walked slowly to the front. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Amitabha! Wukong, Hugh's Hugh, stop quickly. ”

It's not bad, this time Tang Seng didn't have a long speech, and went straight to the topic.

I don't know if I heard someone call my name a little inexplicable, and the happy sage who was killing on the field jumped in front of Tang Seng: "Who are you, how do you know my grandson's "trumpet"?" ”

Tang Seng clasped his hands together: "Apprentice, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I can't even see what I look like as a teacher?" ”

The Great Sage half-squatted, made a circle up and down left and right in front of Tang Seng, and then scratched his face: "Are you my master?" ”

Well, Zhang Xiaoqiang only found out until now that the great sage who dared to love was still a cross-eyed.

Tang Seng smiled indifferently: "The teacher is in a hurry to leave this time, the visa has not been processed yet, and he is temporarily attached to the agent of the human world." By the way, you should stop fighting with those people. How many times has the teacher told you, as disciples of Buddhism and candidates for the heavenly realm, we must be calm, friendly, tolerant, and ...... in everything."

"Stay! Don't talk nonsense with my grandson, saying what kind of monster are you? Dare to pretend to be my master!! "Cross-eyed angry Tang Seng, Rao is in a state of soul, and Zhang Xiaoqiang can still feel the murderous aura in the eyes of the great sage.

"Amitabha, the temperament of a teacher, Wukong, can't you tell it?" raised his face and shook his head, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's hair was thinning, otherwise he would be able to show the rush of "with Piaorou, it is so confident".

After listening to Tang Seng's words, the great sage jumped back with his feet, raised his palm and slashed towards Tang Seng: "Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning!" ”

Looking at the monkey's angry palm, Tang Seng looked extremely calm.

didn't dodge or dodge, just stood on the spot with an underbeaten look.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was in the state of the soul, was so frightened that he was trembling.

Just kidding, this body is his private property.

Now it is lent to Tang Seng for use, and it is Zhang Xiaoqiang's anyway, of course Tang Seng doesn't care.

But do you call Zhang Xiaoqiang swollen for the rest of his life?

Besides, if you can claim compensation, it's okay if it is broken, it's a big deal to go to heaven to complain, and if you can't keep it, you can still give the entire "Andy Lau" the same amount back.

But the problem is that Tang Seng also belongs to the temporary next session this time, as he himself said, the license has not yet been issued, so objectively speaking, Tang Seng is also driving without a license, and if it is really investigated, Zhang Xiaoqiang, the "vehicle" provider, will definitely not be able to get any benefits, and he will have to pay criminal liability if he doesn't do it well.

You said that in the face of such an unflattering situation on both sides, can Zhang Xiaoqiang not be in a hurry?

"Old driver! Hurry up, let's stop using momentum to overwhelm people, it's really going to overturn like this! "Zhang Xiaoqiang is really anxious.

Good guy, look at Lao Sun's slap posture, if this palm is implemented, his angular and handsome face will not change into "Guo Degang" in minutes!

Tang Seng smiled indifferently: "Don't worry! Monks have their own way! ”

Yes! You're doing it quickly! Can we not have to fix the "I don't go to hell, who will go to hell" bridge!!

Zhang Xiaoqiang is about to cry birds! I heard that the "masters" have "ink hypocrisy" problems, and I can see it today, it is really ****** "red chicken"!!

Finally, at the last moment when he saw that the monkey's head slap was about to be implemented, Tang Seng, who had always maintained the standing mode, moved.

But he bent his arm and drew a pattern in the air that resembled a lowercase English letter "a", and then made a circle around the perimeter of the letter.

All the movements, the soul state Zhang Xiaoqiang saw it clearly, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

To be precise...... It's familiar, Tang Seng seems to have seen the pattern out of thin air nowadays.

Muh! Zhang Xiaoqiang's spirit flashed.

Fog grass! Isn't this the "@" that we usually use to chat and greet others.

Could it be that this thing came from here?

Just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised to understand the "Dharma", Tang Seng's lips moved slightly.

From the outside, Tang Seng still stood on the spot as before, as if he had not done any countermeasures.

But it was his wooden shape that was as immobile as a bell, and he was stunned to hold his head in both hands of the great sage, crying for his father and mother.

"Ahh My head! Hurt! Don't, don't read it! Master, don't read it, master! ”

The roar of the Great Sage was so hoarse that just listening to it made people's scalps tingle, so it was enough to imagine how much pain the person had suffered at the moment.

It is said that seeing is believing, hearing is false, in the past, just listening to the story of the Tang Seng this spell is so powerful, today's onlookers are really "saliva can drown people"!

"Do you recognize him as a teacher now?"

"Know, know!"

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I didn't feel the temperament of the master."

"Amitabha!" Packed up and stood still, Tang Seng smiled with a satisfied expression.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was stupid.

What's going on!? It seems that the point of the question is not this, is it good? This next session is the key to the problem, OK?

Without the spell suppression, the Great Sage Deng's physical discomfort decreased.

But although the discomfort on his side has decreased, the whole monkey body is still lying on the ground.

This gave a false perception to the surrounding clerks, and they all instinctively felt that something was wrong with the Great Sage's body, so they regrouped their forces and gathered around the field.

"Amitabha!" Seeing that everyone in the store gathered again, Tang Seng stepped forward and bowed: "Everyone, the poor road is a Tang monk in the eastern soil, and there are many offences here today, and I hope to forgive me." ”

It's quite decent, I have to say that the family apologizes, you can't find anything wrong at all.

It's just that it's a real society nowadays, and the great sage is making such a move in this place, and you Tang Seng just want to forget it with a sentence of "I hope to forgive me", which is obviously impossible.

No, almost at the same time as Tang Seng's words fell, a fat man ran down from the second floor of the café with a shout.

Good guy, that fat clump is estimated to have nothing to do, and you can kick people as a ball if you lose the court.

"Who the are you!? Do you want to make it like this for Lao Tzu's store? When he came closer, the fat man pointed at Tang Seng and scolded.

"Amitabha, shopkeeper, monk Xuanzang, Dongtu Tang people."

Tang Seng is worthy of being a Buddhist, you look at the temper cultivation of others, let you cry and tsunami, I don't move, I really see Zhang Xiaoqiang was amazed, and couldn't help sighing:

In ancient times, there were beautiful women who "sat and did not mess up", and now there are Tang monks who are "calm" in the face of power.

The fat man, who couldn't figure out the situation, was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Oh, you are Xuanzang, that is Tang Seng?" ”

"Exactly!" Tang Seng bowed and nodded.

Immediately after that, the fat man's bull's eyes suddenly exploded: "Shall I go to you, you are Tang Seng, Lao Tzu is still a Zhu Bajie!" ”

The clerk next to him laughed.

Shi Li, who was beside Tang Seng, also said: "If you have eight precepts, I'm afraid the side of the donor is a little rounder." ”