"Holy monk, in your previous life, you were originally my second disciple, and your name was Golden Cicada. Because you don't hear the Dharma, you despise my great teachings, so you degrade your true spirit and are reborn in the eastern land. Today's joy to take refuge, hold on to my Jia, and take my teaching, take the scriptures, on the way to refine demons and subdue monsters, very meritorious results, plus the promotion of the great job is the right fruit, you are fighting to defeat the Buddha. ”

Tang Luo: "??? ”

Monkey King: "??? ”

There seems to be something wrong, and there seems to be nothing wrong.

"Dreams?"

The stagnant mind began to work again, and Tang Luo's eyelids were extremely heavy, so heavy that he couldn't open them.

The moment I woke up, there was no place in my body that I didn't feel a sharp pain.

It's like being thrown into a blender and stirred a thousand thousand times.

The collapsed consciousness gradually returned in pain like a condensed cumulonimbus cloud.

Tang Luo, male, is a typical earth traveler.

The person who crossed - Xuanzang.

is not the Xuanzang in history, but the Tang monk in Journey to the West, Tang Xuanzang who "came from the Tang Dynasty in the East".

At the beginning of the crossing, Tang Luo formed a ball.

Who is Tang Seng? In his previous life, Jin Chanzi, a disciple of Rulai.

If you are such a traverser, you won't be slapped to death by the other party as an extraterritorial heavenly demon or something, right?

If he can, Tang Luo hopes to be vulgar.

It's a pity that the development of things is not based on people, at least not by Tang Luo's will.

He eventually embarked on the road of learning from the West.

And then...... And then it worked!

In the Great Lei Yin Temple, Rulai said very kindly that Tang Luo was the reincarnation of the golden cicada, and there was no problem.

Well, since they all say so.

Tang Luo also recognized it.

After all, you can't twist your arms around your thighs.

From one point of view, others have the ability to kill you head-on, so why bother with you?

Of course, the diligent study and hard work that persists along the way cannot be given up halfway.

Tang Luo never lies down and wins in his life!

On the way to the west, shouting "Wukong save me", there were no more than 80 times at all.

And then...... There is no then.

Tang Luo's memory ended at a retreat.

Without warning, it became dark in front of me, a sudden blow.

He only had time to do one thing before he fell into a coma.

When I wake up now, I don't know what the situation is.

Only two things are certain.

One, he was badly wounded, very badly, worse than any wound on the westward journey.

Two, he was buried alive.

"Wukong save me" can't be shouted, you can only save yourself, dig it!

It was true that he was buried alive, but the soil around him was not very solid, and it was even a little soft.

It's a man who has practiced.

No matter how badly injured it is, there are three points of nails.

At dawn, the darkest hour.

The sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and the storm was intertwined.

Under the muddy ground, a hand suddenly stretched out.

The five fingers were spread and aimed at the sky, just as a bolt of lightning struck, and the hand that reflected was pale, as if some terrible monster was about to be born.

Followed by.

A bald head has emerged from the earth!

"Phew!"

Tang Luo, who had successfully "dug it out", vomited hard, spitting out all the dirt in his mouth and nose.

The pouring rain fell on the body.

It felt a little clean, even though the rain wasn't too clean.

The robe on his body was tattered, and he could no longer cover his body, so he was washed by the rain, stuck to his body, and was directly ripped off by Tang Luo.

There was only one pair of pants left.

Raising his head and opening his mouth, taking a mouthful of rainwater, Tang Luo rinsed it twice, slightly removing the earthy smell in his mouth.

Wiping his face, he ignored the common sense warning not to take shelter under the big tree during the thunderstorm, and walked under the big tree not far away.

It was dark all around, and it was barely clear that it was in an unknown wilderness.

Except for a pair of tattered pants on his body, the only external object was a small jade lotus hanging around his neck.

Not the shape of a bloom.

Rather, it is closed, between the flower bone and the bloom.

String it together with a red thread.

Tang Luo tore off the jade lotus and put it in the palm of his hand, and after a while, the jade lotus emitted a faint and incomparably warm light.

It's just that it lasted less than half a second, and it dissipated.

Quite not long-lasting.

"It's gone." Tang Luo whispered.

This thing is called the merit jade lotus, which is the magic weapon given by Guanyin to Tang Luo.

It can condense the power of merit and has many wonderful uses.

What the so-called power of merit is, what is it, has always been a rather mysterious concept.

What kind of incense, the power of the world, is somewhat similar, but not exactly the same.

To put it simply, to put it bluntly.

If you do something good and good, you will gather the power of merit, which can be used to heal injuries and save people.

On the way to the west, Tang Luo accumulated a lot of merits.

However, now the power of merit in the merit jade lotus is zero.

The accumulation of years was exhausted, and once it returned to the pre-liberation period.

For this result, Tang Luo was not much surprised.

The place before his retreat was not here, it was a completely different place that Tang Luo was unfamiliar with.

Whether it is the great change of heaven and earth, or the transfer of space.

All testify to the extent to which he was severely hit.

If it weren't for the last-minute use of the merit jade lotus and the consumption of the merit power accumulated over the years to protect the body, this time would definitely not be as simple as a serious injury.

"Anyone?"

After the examination, he cleared his throat, and Tang Luo shouted.

"Is anyone there?"

"I have learned scriptures, I have shed blood for the Great Sect, I have made meritorious contributions, I want to see Rulai! I want to see you! ”

This is a typical contempt for the Great Religion.

Every time Tang Luo said this in Lingshan, one or two bald heads would emerge from the crowd and stare at him seriously.

It was the precept monk - the precept monk who had nothing to do with Tang Luo.

I'm sorry, the former golden cicada, the second disciple of Rulai, can do whatever he wants to defeat the Buddha now.

This time, it was not the precept monks who killed with their eyes and could only kill with their eyes, but several men in uniform, who seemed to be emergency rescue and disaster relief personnel.

They scrambled to press Donlo onto the stretcher.

During the whole process, Tang Luo did not resist because he was shocked.

It's just as shocking as when I first crossed over.

The shock level is no less than the shock stream of shocked passers-by and the "Nani Eight Possible" enemies of the Saint Seiya.

He seems to have worn to the modern city?

What's the situation?

A day later, Tang Luo wore a cheap dark sportswear and carried a few hundred yuan sponsored by well-wishers in his pocket and set out on the journey home.

It's not just about wearing into the modern city.

After Tang Luo wore it to a world full of gods and Buddhas, he suddenly returned to his hometown earth.

The time was two months after his crossing.

Is there still such an operation?

It's simply a reborn city cultivator!

I, Tang Luo, acted in a way, so why do I need to explain it to others?

Fighting to defeat the Buddha is not humiliating!

Is this the next life?

Tang Luo's crossing is a little strange, it is not a physical or soul wear.

Even though many years have passed, he still remembers it vividly.

That year, the rooftop, the sky was clear, and the sky thundered - obviously I didn't swear at all.

Under the bombardment of thunder and lightning, Tang Luo's whole person turned into a condensed point of light, or particles?

Then, he crossed over.

Therefore, despite wearing it on the baby Tang Seng, after the subsequent growth.

Tang Luo's appearance is still the same as before he crossed over.

Of course, it's not without changes.

Specific changes.

It is the degree to which people who know know will be surprised when they see it, "Shibei three days, impressed", not "smile and ask where the guest is from".

He has a legal status as a victim of landslide disasters.

Wanting to go home early is the basic operation.

After completing the temporary boarding procedures at the station, Tang Luo got on the train home.

After four hours, it's time to actually go home.

Looking at the scene outside the car that was speeding back, Tang Luo didn't have any elated mood.

On the contrary, his face was calm and he seemed slightly preoccupied.

Although I inexplicably "wore it home", there were many problems that followed.

The most important of these is the injuries on his body.

Although it is not obvious from the outside, it is not easy to recover from such a serious injury.

Moreover, Tang Luo felt that the vitality on the earth was very thin.

It is impossible to recover through normal cultivation methods.

Finding all kinds of natural treasures and taking them to recover is also hopeless.

Tang Luo didn't focus on these two things.

Because the merit jade lotus is still there.

The power of merit has almost no lethal attributes to speak of, but it is best used to heal wounds.

In the past, Tang Luo didn't have a choice, but now, he wants to be a Buddha of Zhantan Merit.

Start today and be a good person.

No more casually blowing up the dog heads of monsters and wicked people.

Wukong, I don't fight to defeat the Buddha!

Just when Tang Luo was going to be a good person, no, a good Buddha.

On the transparent and clean window next to it, a layer of mottling climbed inexplicably.

It's like being exposed to the wind and sun for many years, but not once cleaned.

Not just on the outside, but also on the inside, the carriages began to quickly fall into decay.

Tang Luo stretched out his hand and wiped it on the car window, and his finger was full of dust.

The dust fell with the movement of Tang Luo's twisted fingers.

The sound of cutting and checking sounded in my ears, very noisy, like a magic sound filling my ears and invading my brain.

I couldn't hear what was being said, it just felt very noisy.

Tang Luo turned his head, and the passenger who was originally sitting next to him had disappeared at some point.

The seats on the other side of the aisle were equally empty.

The entire carriage presents a scene of abandonment and dilapidation for many years.

On the window next to it, the dust was wiped away, and some handwriting began to emerge.

It's as if there's an invisible hand writing on it.

At the same time, the sound of the ear becoming clear.

Not long after, a sentence "emerged" in front of Tang Luo's eyes and ears at the same time-

Look for Jack the Ripper.

Inexplicable changes, sudden tasks, suddenly jumped from the set of urban immortal cultivation to infinite streams?

Fortunately, Tang Luo is a man who has seen all kinds of big scenes.

Still calm, he cleared his throat and shouted, "Anyone?" I want to see the Buddha, I want to see the Buddha! ”

If you have a problem, look for it!

"Don't see you, your Buddha, can't save you."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind Tang Luo.