"Tang Asan?"

Ye San muttered to himself and entered the system store.

Inside, there stood a monk wearing a Pilu hat and holding a nine-ring tin staff, with a somewhat abstract face teasing Liumao.

As soon as Ye San's incarnation of Lao Dao appeared, Tang Asan walked over.

"Amitabha!

The corners of Ye San's mouth twitched and he was about to speak, but the other party didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Old Daoist, the poor monk comes to make a fate, just come and eat some food. Thank you for your generous gift!"

Ye San shook the dust and said, "You are the bastard Tang Asan who dislikes the road too far and will come back next time?"

"Ah, yes, yes. The poor monk traveled all the way to the west, not in front of the village, and not in the back of the shop. Penniless, without a grain of rice. The Taoist Void preached compassion and mercy, but he needed to cross the space, so the poor monk had to put up an order first and come today. ”

Ye Sanqiang resisted the urge to beat him up and said: "Since you are here, you have to abide by the rules of this place, and you will leave your thoughts first, and you can come one by one if you have any requirements." ”

Tang Asan said: "The poor monk's westward journey is the destiny of heaven, and it is for the purification of sentient beings. A dust-free robe on his body, a bag with books, and clothes, and a tin staff in his hand. The purple gold bowl turns into a fateful thing, and there is nothing else in the body of the Shamen people. Breeze on both sleeves...... (3,000 words omitted) in short, in a word. The poor monk is penniless and has no hair... No, it's empty, it's just a fate. ”

Ye San felt 100,000 flies surrounding him, and he didn't know how long. When he wanted to stab himself to death, Tang Asan finally finished speaking.

In general, the suit on the body can't move, and then there is not a single hair. I don't have any thoughts about staying.

Ye San's forehead was bruised, and he couldn't resist the idea of kicking the other party into the door of the plane, and with a wave of one hand, Tang Asan's information appeared instantly.

"Customer number 12: Name: Tang Sanzang! Alias: Tang Asan or Tang Seng and Tang San. Codename: Scripture Learner. Gender: Male. Age: 25. Occupation: Monk. Origin: From the plane of "Journey to the West". Repair: None. Merit: ??? (with a mission not shown), karma: 100. Ability: chanting, chirping crookedly. Comprehensive evaluation: long-winded monk. ”

"Monk, today, the third master, I don't do business, and I'm going to beat you up. ”

After Ye San finished reading the other party's information, he instantly went wild.

Tang Asan looked at Ye San's fierce and vicious appearance, and his face was full of fear.

The dust in Ye San's hand disappeared directly, and he grabbed Tang Asan and beat him up with his sleeves.

"Bang, bang, bang, ahh......h

After a stick of incense.

Tang Asan, who had a blue nose and swollen face, looked at the old Tao of "fairy wind bones" in front of him, with a sadness in his heart.

"Why are you hitting me?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Old Dao doesn't know why. But after exercising, the whole body is comfortable. ”

Ye San finished speaking in good spirits, and stretched his waist.

Tang Ah San......

Ye San was happy, but Tang Asan was very aggrieved in his heart.

"Dao Chief! You must know that it is not right to beat people, you are beating a poor monk today, tomorrow you will beat others, and the day after tomorrow you will beat an official...... (10,000 words omitted)"

"Seal!"

Ye San couldn't bear it anymore, his forehead flashed with golden light, and he directly sealed Tang Asan's mouth and beat him up again.

Tang Asan already understood at this moment that as long as he was long-winded, the Taoist in front of him, who was not worthy of the backbone, would beat himself.

He pointed to his mouth, and his trembling hands folded together to salute Ye San, signaling that he would not talk too much.

"Solution!"

The golden light on Ye San's forehead flashed again, unraveling Tang Asan.

Now let's talk about the issue of thoughts. The old way is that everyone who comes here must leave a memory, and there are three choices for creatures who do not have a memory. ”

"What are the three options for the chief?"

Tang Asan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, for fear that Ye San would beat him up again.

Ye Sandao: "The first choice, Lao Dao will send you to the Infernal Hell for a day, where do you go to Pudu those unjust souls and evil ghosts." The second option is to send you to the embroidered bed of the Queen Mother of Heaven, so that you can enjoy the joy of Heaven. ”

Tang Asan didn't wait for Ye San to say more, and hurriedly put his trembling hands together, and said with a fearless face: "Amitabha! The poor monk would rather go to the Infernal Hell than to the Queen Mother's embroidery bed." ”

The corners of Ye San's mouth curled and said: "Third, it is to send you directly to Taishang Laojun's Dan furnace, and let you make a three-flavor real fire sauna." You can choose now. ”

Tang Asan looked bitter when he heard this, and took out a scripture book from his bosom and said: "This Zen Sutra of Joy should be a thought, can the poor monk not choose it?"

Ye San took the Joy Zen Sutra, and his forehead flashed with golden light.

"Joy Zen Sutra: Buddhism rejoices in the law, and the heart of the Maiden Buddha does not move. Only when you have a Buddha in your heart can you cultivate. ”

Ye San secretly said in his heart: "Tang Asan is so material!"

Tang Asan saw that Ye San's face was cloudy, and pushed the purple gold bowl in his hand with a painful face.

"Dao Chief, this is my dinner guy, and I have left it for you. If I'm not satisfied, I can't help it. ”

Ye San took the purple gold bowl, and his forehead flashed with golden light.

"Purple Gold Bowl: Valuable. ”

Ye San saw that Tang Asan was so generous, so he pointed to his robe and said, "This robe is good, Lao Dao likes it very much." ”

Tang Asan didn't want to give it much, but when he saw Ye San looking at him with a smile, his hands were still crackling. Then he took off his robe.

"Give!"

"This tin staff is not bad, either!"

"Give!"

"The Pilu hat is not bad, either!"

"Give!"

......

Not long after, Tang Asan was wearing an underwear, his eyes were moist, and he looked at Ye San pitifully and said, "Dao Chief, I'm just here to make a fate, is it really okay for you to take all my things?"

Ye San was wearing Tang Asan's suit at the moment, and said in his style: "The poor monk has a contract with you, and you will never have to turn into a relationship in the future, and you can satisfy it with ten points of merit if you want to eat." ”

"What do you mean?"

Tang Asan looked at Ye San in a daze.

Ye San's left hand moved, and a paper contract immediately appeared.

"Now! Sign and draw, and whatever you want to eat in the future will appear immediately. ”

"Ding! The shopkeeper opened the martial arts sub-category - sundries. Consume 10,000 merits. ”

Consuming 10,000 merits to open the classification of sundries, Ye San listened to the voice of the system, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and took out a pen again and gave it to Tang Asan again.

Tang Asan took a look at Ye San's own outfit and reluctantly signed the contract.

"Dao Chief, you are a Taoist priest and I am a monk, our guy is a little inappropriate, how about you give it back to me?" Tang Asan looked at Ye San expectantly.

Ye San shook the tin staff in his hand and said, "Do you want to?"

Tang Asan nodded.

"It gave it to me, it's mine now, I want to bring something else to exchange it for next time!" Ye San finished speaking, played with the tin cane, and shook the robe again.

Tang Asan looked at Ye San with a bitter expression, only a set of underwear and underwear were left on his body, and there were three Sanskrit scriptures that were useless.

"Dao Chief, don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself, these things are the obscenity of the poor monk succumbing to the Dao Master......" Ye San's face changed, and his hands rattled. Tang Asan immediately changed his words.

"No, it should be succumbed to the Taoist leader's demeanor and give it voluntarily. But the road to the west is really ...... (Again, 10,000 words omitted.) ）”

"Get out!"

Ye San raised his leg with a kick and directly kicked Tang Asan back to the door of the plane.