If God gave Wang Sheng another chance, he would not choose to return to his hometown to open a small convenience store, let alone think about spending a leisurely life all day, so that he would not get the Rausch subsystem, and he would not have to save Tang Seng and his apprentices, let alone save them! Well, be a monk!

-- Wang Sheng's quotations

Wang Sheng opened his eyes blankly, and the dim light allowed him to see his surroundings clearly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He appeared in a modest room, with only a wooden bed against the window, through which the dim light came through.

"What kind of place is this?"

"Drop, descend on the Westward Journey World, the mission has officially begun."

The sound of the mechanical system sounded, and Wang Sheng woke up, and he suddenly realized that he had crossed over.

The system sound has not stopped, and it continues.

"Background of the mission: Tang Seng master and apprentice passed through Wuzhuang Temple, was invited by Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, to settle in it, and presented ginseng fruit to Tang Seng, Zhu Bajie stole ginseng fruit because of gluttony, and accidentally destroyed the ginseng fruit tree, so he was chased and killed by Zhen Yuanzi."

"Mission Status: Tang Seng and his apprentices have been arrested by Zhen Yuanzi after returning from the Ten Thousand Realms Shelter."

"Mission requirements: Rescue Tang Seng and apprentices within one month."

"Mission Failure Punishment: Stay in the Westward Journey World Forever."

The system reminder ended, Wang Sheng looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and was stunned and didn't know what to say.

He accepted the system and knew that he had to do the task, but the task couldn't be too pitiful.

The ancestor of the earth immortals, Zhen Motoko!?

How is this great god! Journey to the West is difficult to find so many monsters, you can pick any one!

Well, it seems that he is not a green onion if he picks one at random.

Thinking about it like this, Wang Sheng was relieved, Zhen Yuanzi didn't seem to be anything, compared to monsters, he was at least a human cultivator, and he should talk about compassion or something.

"No matter what, we must find the Great Sage, and then let the Great Sage go to Guanyin Bodhisattva and save the ginseng fruit tree." All he could think of was to try to get the plot back on track.

But the next moment, Wang Sheng frowned, the Great Sage was now driven back to Huaguo Mountain by Tang Seng, how could he find him smoothly.

At this moment, the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

"Drop, hint, Journey to the West World Nanhai Guanyin mysteriously disappeared half a year ago and cannot be found."

The ruthless news came suddenly, and Wang Sheng was dumbfounded.

Guanyin is gone? Can Guanyin disappear?

This Nima is too pitiful, and there is no Guanyin to let him save the ginseng fruit tree.

"No, you can't sit still, let's figure out where you are now." Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and stood up.

At this moment, the door of the hut was suddenly opened, and the dimly lit room suddenly lit up.

Pushing open the door was a middle-aged monk, wearing a monk's robe with a bare head and a serious face, at this moment he looked at Wang Sheng's half-sleeves and big pants, frowned and spoke.

"Gather in the main hall quickly, your group is about to start the entrance, quickly change into monk's clothes and go with me." As he spoke, he threw a set of monk's robes onto Wang Sheng's bed.

Wang Sheng took it in a daze, how could he be a monk?

He looked at it carefully, and was suddenly stunned, this monk was covered in white light, just like the gods he had seen in the TV series.

He blinked incredulously, and looked again at the white light that was gone.

At this time, the system prompts.

"Character: Zen deacon."

"Grade: Innate."

Zen deacon, congenital? What the heck.

A stream of information suddenly appeared in his mind, and it was actually a detailed explanation of the division of the cultivation realm of the Journey to the West.

Cultivators of Journey to the West start from the day after tomorrow, refining and refining qi gradually enter the innate nature, refining qi and transforming gods to gather the primordial gods, refining the gods to return to the void and condense the golden pill, and finally refining the void and merging the way to become immortals.

The middle-aged monk is in the second stage of cultivation, and the white light is also the spiritual light that Wang Sheng saw because of the system.

And the system prompts that the gap between him and the middle-aged monk is a hundred times!? Doesn't this mean that he can crush the master to death with one finger? Wang Sheng shuddered.

The middle-aged monk frowned and stared at Wang Sheng coldly, which disciple was recommended by this family, so stupid and didn't act for a long time.

"Don't hurry up yet!"

Wang Sheng subconsciously shuddered, seeing that the middle-aged monk was becoming more and more impatient, he hurriedly took off his slacks and changed into monk's clothes.

"Changed." He rubbed his head with a sneer.

There is no hope for the task for the time being, he has now begun to plan for himself to stay in the Journey to the West, in such a dangerous and unfamiliar environment, he is still a congenital master in front of him, it is better to be obedient.

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, turned to leave, and Wang Sheng hurriedly followed.

When I got out of the house, the light came on, and in front of me was a long vermilion wall, with a Zen character written in white dye in the center of the wall.

There is also a small door-like exit next to the Zen character, and a bamboo forest can be seen looming after the exit.

The environment is deep and the air is fresh, this is what the system calls Zen?

Wang Sheng noticed a row of simple houses behind him, and the house he had just come out of was among them.

At this moment, there was already a row of people wearing monk's robes standing next to the wall, their faces were very young, and they all had long hair fluttering, looking full of a sense of the times.

"Come with me."

Placing Wang Sheng at the end of the line, the deacon monk should first pass through the wall through the small door.

The Zen temple is really big, after several long walls, a few bamboo forests, a full moment of walking, until a square suddenly appeared in front of him, the deacon monk did not stop.

There are many monks sitting on the ground doing their homework in the square, and there is a magnificent Buddha hall on the edge of the square.

The middle-aged deacon led Wang Sheng and them through the group of monks to the stone steps in front of the Buddha hall, on the steps is the gate of the Buddha hall, at this time there are two monks guarding, and there is a golden plaque on the door, which reads, Daxiong Treasure Hall!

"Go inside, and remember not to make noise when you go in." The deacon monk admonished.

Following the team up the stone steps and entering the main hall, Wang Sheng felt nervous inexplicably.

There are eighteen arhats enshrined on both sides of the hall, and there is a big Buddha statue in front of the front, there are several old monks sitting in front of the Buddha statue, seeing Wang Sheng, they enter the hall, and an old monk who leads the way with his hands folded.

"Amitabha, let's start shaving."

When the words fell, Wang Sheng saw the first person in front of the team come forward to salute the old monk and kneel in front of the old monk.

Wang Sheng suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Would you like to enter my Zen sect?" The old monk spoke.

"The disciple is dedicated to the Buddha and is willing to be a disciple of Zen Buddhism." The man folded his hands with a sincere expression.

The old monk nodded, picked up a razor in his hand and put it on top of the man's head, and in an instant when the knife fell, a bald head with Cheng Guangwa came out of the oven.

Wang Sheng was stunned, this is a monk shaving his ordination?

What do you mean, the master is going to be a monk when he first comes to the Westward Journey to the World?

The number of people in front of him decreased one by one, and there were more and more bald heads in the hall, and when it was finally Wang Sheng's turn, he shivered.

"Would you like to enter my Zen sect?" The old monk asked him.

Wang Sheng's mouth trembled, and he stammered a little: "Master, that, can I be a lay disciple." ”

As soon as these words came out, several old monks who were originally just sitting behind them with their eyes closed opened their eyes at the same time and stared straight at him.

Wang Sheng's body trembled, because in his eyes, these monks were all emitting colorful lights, and the system also reminded these people of their identities and ranks one by one.

"Character: Zen elder."

"Grade: Genshin."

These old men are all in the realm of the primordial gods! It is the existence of an innate master who can crush the innate master with one finger, he has to be afraid, and he has no confidence to refuse.

"Oh? Since you can come here to prove that you are a person who has been selected to be sent to the Buddha and is qualified to do the true transmission, why should you be a lay disciple? "The old monk is a little strange.

Wang Sheng couldn't say that he was actually directly transmitted by the system, and he didn't want to be a monk at all.

"That, I don't think I'm Buddha enough." He made a nonsense for a reason.

The monk in charge of shaving has a strange look in his eyes, and the Buddha is not enough for you to come here?

"Amitabha!"

At this time, an old monk who had been sitting at the end suddenly pronounced the Buddha's name, and stood up and came to Wang Sheng's body, he sat down cross-legged, and then opened his mouth with a smile.

"Where are you from?"

Wang Sheng is a spirit, this old man is a little unusual.

"Character: Zen elder."

"Grade: Jindan." This turned out to be a powerhouse in the Jindan realm, and he was only one step away from becoming an immortal, that is, the golden body of Buddhism Arhat realm, and the system didn't remind him before.

Could it be that this old monk has seen his true origin? Wang Sheng was vigilant, the old monk looked very sinister with a smile.

However, he couldn't admit his origins even if he was killed.

Thinking that these monks like to play falsely, he tried: "Where do I come from? ”

The old monk's eyes lit up, and he stared at him tightly, "Where are you going?" ”

Wang Sheng was slightly nervous, "I'll go somewhere." ”

After hearing this answer, the old monk laughed steeply, and the laughter became louder and louder, and gradually shook Hongyu, as if it was about to collapse the hall.

"Good, good!" Three consecutive praises, the old monk looked at Wang Sheng with a rosy face, and was very satisfied.

Wang Sheng's trembling was even more serious, and he found that not only this old monk, but also the other old monks looked at him a little wrong, as if they were going to swallow themselves alive.

"I didn't expect that my Zen Buddhism could also produce this Buddha, which is a sign of great prosperity of Buddhism, and such a poor monk can also go safely." The old monk folded his hands and sighed in a low voice.

"Senior brother (senior uncle)." Several old monks behind him suddenly spoke with a sad face.

"You don't need to persuade each other, I have made up my mind, and this time I decided to go out of the customs in order to find a successor." The old monk shook his head at the old monk behind him.

Wang Sheng was confused, is this acting in a sitcom?

But the next moment he was dumbfounded, only to see the old monk's eyes suddenly release two golden rays of light towards his eyebrows, he suddenly fell to the ground with a painful cry, and at the same time felt that his body was warm and seemed to be very comfortable.

In just a few seconds, the golden light dissipated, and Wang Sheng fainted to the ground.

The old monk in front of him seemed to be sucked dry, and his skin and bones were like skeletons, but he still had a smile on his face and folded his hands.

"Amitabha." Then he closed his eyes serenely, and there was no movement.

Several old monks in the main hall all shouted sadly: "Amitabha! ”