Looking at Sanzang, the half-immortal was puzzled, why did he come back again.

However, after seeing that Sanzang only had a cultivation of the first layer of qi, he didn't think much about Sanzang's body.

After some inspection, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so he started to leave again, but this time he carefully watched his surroundings to see if anyone was playing tricks on him.

As a result, needless to say, he returned to Sanzang again, and came four times in a row, even if he was a half-immortal, there must have been a strong man hiding in the shadows to play tricks on him.

"Seniors, I don't know where the juniors have offended you! If there is anything offended, I hope you will explain it, so that the villain can know. ”

The half-immortal spoke loudly to the surroundings, and his loud opening also attracted the attention of some passers-by.

"Amitabha! Donor, the poor monks have said that we are destined, and we will not be together in the future, how about it? Do you believe it now?"

Sanzang smiled and said to the half-immortal.

It was only then that the half-immortal looked at Sanzang solemnly.

"Monk, are you the ghost?"

"Amitabha, donor, how can you say that you are a ghost? This is fate!"

Sanzang's smile made him even more detached, and he was sure that all this was done by Sanzang.

"Monk, we have no grievances and no enemies, why do you want to embarrass the poor?"

It's a half-immortal who gritted his teeth and asked.

"The Taoist Master misunderstood, this is fate, not a grudge. As the so-called five hundred years of prostrations before the Buddha in the previous life were exchanged for the passing of this life, we can sit here together and do business, so how many years do we have to kowtow in front of the Buddha and chant sutras!"

Sanzang sighed.

"Monk, this seems to mean that men and women love each other, right?"

The half-immortal looked at Sanzang suspiciously.

"Don't care about these details, let's talk about the fate of the two of us, you see that if you leave, won't the poor monk's signboard be useless?

"Monk, you threaten me?"

The half-immortal squinted his eyes and stared at Sanzang.

"If the Dao Master thinks so, then forget it!"

Sanzang said helplessly spread his hands.

"Then let's see what you have to dare to stop me!"

Even if a powerful aura came from the body of the half-immortal, Sanzang could obviously feel that this was no longer the strength of the Transformation Yuan Realm, but a more powerful and terrifying strength.

"This bull's nose is really good at pretending, a dignified Hua Dan powerhouse actually disguised himself as entering the Qi Transformation Yuan Realm to deceive people here. ”

Although Sanzang has only cultivated to the first level of qi, it is not in vain to be in Wuliang Temple for fifty years, and his eyesight has long been perfected.

"Dao Chief, the poor monk reminds you that the consequences of doing something with the poor monk are very miserable!"

Sanzang's reminder is considered a half-immortal, and it is very scary to do it yourself.

"Hmph, then you can let Poor Dao see how good you are!"

Counting the half-immortal snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Sanzang with five fingers.

Sanzang immediately felt that the air around him seemed to freeze, constantly squeezing towards him.

"Why bother?"

Sanzang shook his head, took off the broom he was carrying from his back, and with a light sweep, the pressure around his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"What's going on?"

The half-immortal only saw Sanzang sweep it with a broom, and the power in his hand disappeared in an instant.

"Why bother saying it earlier?"

Sanzang swept it again, only to see that all the clothes on the half-immortal turned into ashes and dissipated in the breeze.

Shu Banxian looked at Sanzang and swept the broom again, and then his body was cold, and his clothes instantly turned into ashes.

"Dead pervert!

The half-immortal covered his vital parts, and a trace of crimson unexpectedly appeared on his white and tender face.

"I'm going to wipe it, it's not going to be that, is it?"

Sanzang looked at the crimson on the face of the half-immortal, and the whole person was shocked.

"Shameless lewd monk! Dare to insult this Taoist master in broad daylight, it's simply lascivious and shameless, take me a punch!"

An angry shout came from behind Sanzang.

Sanzang turned his head to look, only to see a huge fist shadow shining with golden light attacking him.

"I'll your mother!"

Sanzang scolded in fright, and quickly raised the broom and waved, blocking the huge golden fist shadow.

Then, Sanzang felt as if a figure had skimmed past him at lightning speed.

"Is this Dao Master okay?"

The moment Sanzang turned his head to look, he seemed to hear the sound of something shattering.

I saw a middle-aged uncle with outstanding demeanor, extraordinary bearing, handsome and resolute appearance, and a sturdy body hugging a fairy wind dao bone with the most authentic princess, naked dao chief!

Naked?

Judging from the judgment, Sanzang understood that it should be his heart that had remained pure for fifty years was broken at this moment.

"I ...... I'm fine!"

The half-immortal replied to the middle-aged uncle with a shy face.

Click!

Sanzang seemed to hear the sound of his pure heart breaking again.

"How can it be okay? You see your face is white with fright! Let me protect you!"

The middle-aged uncle gently stroked the face of the half-immortal.

But even if he was a half-immortal, he was shy, and he seemed to be coquettish:

"Are people inherently white?"

Click, click, click!

Sanzang clutched his little heart in pain, he couldn't bear it anymore, his only bit of purity could no longer stand the dirty picture.

"Dao Chief, you won!"

Sanzang roared, turned around and fled the scene as fast as he could. Sanzang was afraid that if he watched it, he couldn't help but directly wipe these two people out of the world with sweeping magic skills.

Sanzang found that this was the first time in 50 years that he had never admitted defeat in such an embarrassed way and ran away.

I don't know how many streets I ran, but Sanzang finally couldn't run and stopped.

"I ...... I swear, I'll never see it again!"

Sanzang gasped and swore to himself that he would never see such a scene in the future.

Looking at the time and situation, Sanzang felt that it was impossible for him to carry out this fortune-telling mission of the cloth-clothed monk today.

However, in order to have his own stall and signboard in the future, Sanzang still found a cloth shop and a lumber shop to order a set of seats and a white cloth signboard.

In the end, Sanzang went to the small restaurant he usually liked to buy two roast chickens, and then rushed back to Washington satisfied.

Humming a little song and carrying a roast chicken, Sanzang happily walked in through his own small door in Washington, but he unexpectedly heard something.

"I heard that the young master quietly bought a fighting again, and it was even more expensive than the one last time, and it cost three thousand spirit stones!"

"What? This is true? Isn't the young master afraid that the young master will find out?"

"Of course I'm afraid! That's why the young master has to be quiet, and this fighting was arranged by the young master for me to hide, so the hiding place of this fighting is very safe!"

"So where is this cockfight hiding?"

"Quiet! Let me tell you, this fighting was hidden by me in the backyard of Steward Chu. ”

"Then how many people know now? Will they leak the news and let the eldest lady know?"

"Don't worry! Only you and me, plus the young master and Steward Chu, know about this matter now, and no one else knows. ”

"Alright, alright! Don't ask so much, let's go back quickly!"