"It is the Buddha of the West Heaven who is full of great compassion and universal world!"

The little monk retorted solemnly.

But Xu Siguo had already jumped out of this question, pointed to the fresh blood splashing on the edge of the carriage, and looked at Zhao Gongdao: "Don't blame me this time." ”

Zhao Gongdao's face was dark, and he didn't say a word, just silently took out the rag and wiped the blood on the edge of the carriage again.

The little monk fell on the lazy sofa with a comfortable face: "It's too tiring to walk this way, but your carriage is comfortable." ”

As he spoke, he opened the refrigerator very self-cooked, took out a bottle of warm milk, and took a sip: "Comfortable!" ”

With his arrival, the eyes of the coveting carriages around him disappeared almost instantly.

Including those who were originally closer to the carriage, they all gave up their places.

Within a radius of twenty meters, there is only this carriage, which sets off the extraordinary owner of the car.

"You're right."

"It's still a little more fierce."

Su Yang looked around and nodded slightly.

"I just hope that when you are fierce, you will not spill blood again..."

"Huh?"

Zhao Gongdao scolded angrily with a dark face, but before he finished speaking, his movements stopped, frowned slightly, and looked into the distance.

A young monk walked from a distance with a smile on his face.

Different from the innocence of the little monk, this monk naturally has a special affinity, as if as long as he looks at it, he will unconsciously rise to a good feeling.

"Not from your time."

"The smell of the fairy world, I can smell it from a hundred meters away."

Zhao Gongdao spoke softly, his expression solemn.

Jingwei, who had never had a sense of existence, also came over in the corner at this moment: "Have you ever beaten it?" ”

"Not sure."

"Very strong."

"But I don't have an impression of this person, I should be from ancient times."

"I only rose after I was suppressed."

Zhao Gongdao spoke again: "We currently have too little information about ancient times, which is our biggest shortcoming. ”

"He's coming."

Jingwei's eyes were solemn and he spoke softly.

It was Su Yang, who was the opposite of their solemn appearance, just sitting lazily in the carriage and yawning.

"According to the Law of the Immortal Eucharist, it will take two more days to repair the injuries you inflicted before."

"In these two days, we will not be in danger."

With that, Su Yang leaned back on the sofa.

Hearing Su Yang's remarks, the two of them turned dark.

Jingwei took a deep breath: "I remembered, I saw him on TV before, he has strong mental power, he can change people's thinking unconsciously, and he is proficient in Lingshan's set of things." ”

Zhao Gongdao nodded lightly, did not speak, just kept observing.

And the monk was getting closer and closer to Su Yang.

Look at the target, it is this carriage.

Obviously extraordinary monk...

The carriage that has just been Liwei...

The two collide.

Instantly became the center of everyone's attention.

"Amitabha."

Until he walked in front of the carriage, the monk's footsteps stopped, his hands were folded, and he found Su Yang very accurately, and said with a smile.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Su Yang sat up very solemnly and returned the salute seriously.

Merely...

He shouted Taoist lines in his mouth, but he made Buddhist gestures in his hands, looking nondescript.

"The donor is a wonderful man."

"The little monk has no intention of bothering you, he just wants to chat with this little novice who also belongs to my Buddhist sect."

"I don't know if it's okay?"

The monk asked very politely.

"Hmm..."

"Are you talking to him?"

Su Yang turned his head, looked at the little monk and asked.

"Hmm..."

"I'll try it first."

The little monk pondered seriously for a moment, then slowly raised his machine gun, aimed it at the monk, and pulled the trigger almost without any hesitation.

For a time, the flames were everywhere.

Buddha beads emitting a pale golden light burst out from the barrel of the gun and attacked the monk.

The monk was still smiling, and even the movement of his hands clasped together did not change.

And the 'bullets' were all stagnant in mid-air and motionless when they were close to half a meter in front of him.

Eventually, bullets fell to the ground.

The monk is intact.

Just a soft gaze on him.

"We can talk!"

After discovering that his bullet had no effect at all, the little monk threw it aside very frankly, jumped off the carriage, raised his head, looked up at the monk, and said very seriously: "But there is one thing, I am not a novice!" ”

"I am the Buddha of the West Heaven with great compassion and universal compassion for all sentient beings!"

He said this very seriously.

The monk nodded lightly: "I've seen the West Heavenly Buddha." ”

Hearing the monk's words, his face flushed with joy, and he nodded with satisfaction: "What about you?" ”

"Poor monk..."

"Zhantan Merit Buddha."

The monk smiled and whispered.

As his words fell, Jingwei and Zhao Gongdao's expressions changed suddenly, staring at the harmless monk in front of him.

Su Yang was dazed: "Very powerful?" ”

"You don't know?"

Jingwei couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

Su Yang shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Haven't you seen Journey to the West!"

"In the past two days, I have made up for it!"

Jingwei gritted his teeth and muttered quietly.

Su Yang became more and more dazed: "In Journey to the West, is there a Buddha of Zhantan Merit?" ”

"Nonsense!"

"Tang Seng!"

Jingwei said angrily, but his eyes became more solemn when he looked at the monk.

"Ahh

"I see!"

"It's the bald donkey with a black belly!"

"It turns out that those two words are Zhan Tan..."

"I always thought I was reading 'Strange Talk'!"

Su Yang suddenly realized, as if he had learned.

For a while, Jingwei was even more speechless.

Zhao Gongdao didn't speak, just looked at the monk thoughtfully.

In the face of the shock of several people, including the black belly that Su Yang said, the monk still maintained a warm smile, and even nodded politely at a few people, which was regarded as a response.

"So you're also a Buddha!"

"Buddha..."

"It should be equal."

The little monk spoke seriously, and then climbed into the carriage again and stood up, his height was exactly the same as Tang Sanzang: "Now we are equal." ”

"The poor monks traveled north and met a lot of monks."

"But you are the only one who has the light of Buddha in your body."

"Why don't you worship me?"

Tang Sanzang asked with a smile.

The little monk was a little puzzled: "You are a Buddha, I am also a Buddha, why do you want me to be your apprentice?" ”

"Because..."

"There is also a difference between Buddhas and Buddhas."

Tang Sanzang was not impatient, but explained seriously.

"What's the difference?"

The little monk asked rhetorically.

The smile on Tang Sanzang's face became more warm at this moment, like a breeze: "I can kill you very easily, but you can't kill me." ”

"Oh."

"If a Buddha becomes afraid because his life is threatened, is he still a Buddha?"

The little monk nodded slightly, and did not feel that there was anything wrong with Tang Sanzang's words, but asked again.