"Jin Chanzi, didn't you let me carry the burden for a week, you rode a horse by yourself, the wheel of cause and effect, and you should be like ......this"

With the Maitreya Buddha smiling happily on his face, his mouth opened slightly, but some words were passed into the ears of the Yellow Eyebrow King, and the Yellow Eyebrow King maintained the posture of the Buddha, and the mighty Buddha sound echoed in the "Little Lei Yin Temple".

"Tang Seng, since you have made up your mind, you have been in my empty door for decades, you have never broken the precepts, you are dedicated to the Buddha, and you have come from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to be pious to me, this Monkey King matter, I will give him a chance again......"

After a pause, King Huangmei thoroughly listened to the second half of the words passed by Maitreya Buddha, and then continued to preach.

"Originally, this monkey will be suppressed in the golden cymbal, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will chant the sutras, since Tang Seng you want to save him, and accept it on your behalf, you can also, then Tang Seng you will personally carry this golden cymbal down the mountain."

Back Golden Cymbal...... Down?

There is no doubt that this is a downright torture for an ordinary human race.

It must be known that this golden cymbal is now the size of a small car, completely exceeding the innate strength and ability of ordinary human races.

It's just that as soon as these words came out, the expressions of Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng became a little weird.

Maybe others don't know the master, but they still have a little clear understanding of Tang Sanzang's ability after following Tang Sanzang for so many years.

Whether it was a punch that broke Zhen Yuanzi's "sleeve in his sleeve" supernatural power, or easily lifted the giant mountain carried by the Silver Horn King, it was enough to show that the strength of his master's arms, who looked soft and weak, was sven and did not have the slightest magical power, was earth-shattering.

Probably such a small golden cymbal is probably no heavier than an extra fly on the door of the master's head.

When Tang Sanzang heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said. "The poor monk is just an ordinary man, he has no magical powers, he doesn't know the changes of the mysteries, his arms are not more than eight feet wide, this golden cymbal is a few feet wide, how can the poor monk afford it?"

"My Buddhist disciple, it's a little difficult, what can I do?"

According to the words of Maitreya Buddha, King Huangmei repeated it.

It's just that the King of Yellow Eyebrows seems to hear a bit of happiness in the tone of Maitreya Buddha?

And Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng on the side were sensible, and hurriedly walked to the side of the golden cymbal and said in a loud voice. "Master, let's carry it."

"No!"

At this moment, two Buddha lights fell from above, fixing Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng, and the voice of the Yellow Eyebrow King sounded slowly.

"This is a test for Tang Seng, but in order to prove whether he is sincere, others cannot help."

"Amitabha, Bajie, Sha Sang, don't do it, this golden cymbal is very heavy, but the teacher is willing to bear it, even if it is pressed into powder, he is willing."

With that, Tang Sanzang rolled up his sleeves slightly, tightened the loose plain white monk's robe on his body a little, and put his hands on the edge of the golden cymbal.

And then......

Tang Sanzang suddenly exerted his strength, and at a speed that neither the golden cymbal nor the Maitreya Buddha could react to, he lifted the golden cymbal, which was the size of a car, containing a small world, a golden hoop stick, and a monkey, and the posture was no more difficult than lifting an inflatable doll.

Suddenly, just as the "Buddha of Rulai" and many fake Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Arhats, King Kong, etc. on the Xiaoxiong Treasure Hall were dumbfounded, a fly did not know what species, actually broke into the Xiaoxiong Treasure Hall, and after a few circles, it landed on Tang Sanzang's nose.

This situation ...... How can a normal human race endure it?

Immediately, Tang Sanzang pulled a hand down, elegantly drove the fly in the direction of the Yellow Eyebrow King, scratched his nose slightly, and then put his hand back on the golden cymbal again.

……

Buddha, demon.

"Tang Seng, you still say that you don't know how to be supernatural?" King Huangmei subconsciously asked.

Tang Sanzang's originally compassionate and indifferent face only showed a difficult reply. "The poor monk is born with divine powers, but he really can't have magical powers."

After a pause, Tang Sanzang continued. "Amitabha, the poor monk will go down the mountain and return to the Tang Dynasty, and after it will cultivate his body in the year, he will let the future generations come to my Buddha to ask for the true scriptures, and the generations will not forget it."

Immediately, Tang Sanzang, who was dressed in a plain white monk's robe, turned around and left with difficulty, regret, and helplessness on his face, and grabbed the edge of the golden cymbal with both hands, and walked towards the outside of the Xiaoxiong Treasure Hall, while Bailongma, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng followed closely.

It's a pity that nine times out of ten, things are not as good as expected, just after Tang Sanzang stepped away from the door of Xiaoxiong Treasure Hall with his right foot, when Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng stepped out of the door with their left foot at the same time, a mighty sound suddenly sounded behind them.

"Amitabha, bold Zhu Bajie, Sha Monk, the right is right, the left is evil, and he actually went out of the temple with his left foot first, disrespectful to my Buddha!"

As the words fell, Tang Sanzang and his party, who were shocked by such statements, turned their heads to look, but found that the "Buddha of Rulai" sitting on top of him reached out and touched it, grabbed a cloth bag and threw it towards Tang Sanzang and his party.

I saw that this cloth bag rose out of thin air, and it was seven points similar to the power of Zhen Yuanzi when he exerted "everything in his sleeve", and he was born with infinite suction power shrouded in the bodies of Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng.

However, what made Tang Sanzang's eyes stare at this moment was a lamp that was revealed in its original position after the cloth bag was thrown in the air.

Pauline Lantern?!

Tang Sanzang recognized this lamp almost instantly, maybe the deity had not really touched this lamp, but it was difficult to calm the body out of curiosity, but he put the Baolian lamp in his hand many times and played back and forth, and every detail on it was clearly felt, which could be said to be very familiar.

Why is the Baolian lantern brought by the Three Virgins Yang Chan here?

Wrong!

Combined with the Three Virgins, Yang Chan has been missing for several months and has not returned to Huashan for a long time.

Tang Sanzang came to the conclusion almost instantly: The Three Holy Virgins Yang Chan are in their hands?!

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"Crunch!"

At this moment, he was wandering around with the Supreme Treasure in the sacrificial country, intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about the news of the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, and the mask on his face suddenly cracked slightly, followed by a "bang".

This has been accompanied by a few years of uneasy peace, and the "Baolian Lantern" pattern mask used to cover itself has come to an end.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang's deity was as rational as possible, but all the anger was shown on Yi Nanping's body, and even some of it couldn't control its strength, and the air flow that Yi Nanping unintentionally exhaled completely destroyed the mask that had been blessed by the Baolian Lamp.

"Yishi, what's wrong?" The Supreme Treasure, who was secretly concerned, but seemed absent-minded on the surface, asked.

There was a "light of righteousness" on his body that covered his body, and he said it word by word.

"There is a Buddha, you want to die quickly!"