Xuanzang covered his feet and lay on the ground, and the cold sweat on his forehead seemed to have come out because of pain.

The three Yuantong people on the stage who were originally wishful thinking had a slight stagnant expression on their faces.

Xuanzang's body is weak, and he and others know it, but it is so weak?

Can you fall to the ground while walking?

Shifang, who was kneeling on the ground on the side, was also a little confused.

What about the master who said to be a good demon slayer?

This physical fitness, can you walk down the mountain!

These monks of the Pure Land Temple must be fooling me.

Shifang scratched his bright head, saying that since he entered this Pure Land Temple.

There's always a feeling of being out of place with the surroundings.

The elder named Shentong with his bare upper body doesn't look like a virtuous monk no matter how he looks at it.

And the young monk in the blood-colored robe.

Can a serious monk dress like this?

There was also a chicken demon in front of him who had escaped just now.

The key is that the chicken demon escaped, and there was no monk to chase it, you are a group!

This temple doesn't look like a serious temple by any means.

Shifang was puzzled.

The reputation of the Pure Land Temple is still quite big, although it cannot be said to be the leader of the temples in the entire world, but it is not too much.

After all, the one who dared to build the mountain gate on the edge of Chang'an City was itself a symbol of strength.

It's like the one said before.

Humane luck is like poop to cultivators, and no one is willing to touch it at all, except for some people who have cultivated through it.

And Chang'an City, the place where the world's luck gathers, is actually equivalent to a big dung tank.

They all built the mountain gate to the edge of the manure tank.

They're not awesome, who's awesome!

Anyway, with such a group of ruthless people, few people are willing to provoke them.

Therefore, the reputation of the Pure Land Temple is still very big outside, and Shifang is a little puzzled why the temple with such a big reputation is a little different from what he imagined.

"Amitabha, master, Xuanzang has been weak and sick since he was a child, although he is willing to go to the bottom of the mountain to save Master Baiyun, but... cough cough cough, the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient. Xuanzang hugged his ankle and coughed twice.

When I looked up, I saw three large bald heads full of suspicion.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Xuanzang, are you okay. ”

The debate monk stood up and asked with a concerned face, and was about to step forward to help Xuanzang up as he spoke.

It's just that the blood-colored robe on his body looks a little not so harmonious.

Xuanzang's heart warmed slightly.

It's still reliable!

Just for your gesture of caring about the poor monk, the poor monk can't let you be killed by the poor monk's cheap big brother.

"Debate, the old man has always wanted to ask, what is the matter with your robe!"

Yuantong shouted.

The body of the debater, who was originally going to help Xuanzang, was suddenly stunned.

"Amitabha, if the monks don't speak, when will you understand? Yuantong seemed to sigh with deep feelings.

Shentong and the old monk on the side bowed their heads and stopped talking, as if there were many unspeakable secrets.

However, Xuanzang felt that their eyes were all focused on themselves.

This is an iron-hearted person who wants the poor monk to deliver it to the door!

Is that monster threatening the three of you with a bad review?

Otherwise, why are you all so active?

"Amitabha, Master Xuanzang's nephew don't worry, Lao Gao's medical skills are also a little bit familiar, let Lao Gao come to show you, Lao Gao will be able to cure the disease with his hands, and it will not affect the rescue of Master Baiyun." ”

Shentong stepped forward with a smile on his face that seemed extremely hateful to Xuanzang.

Looking at the three old monks, Xuanzang suddenly felt a little panicked.

The palm of his hand touched his ankle, and Xuanzang gritted his teeth.

"Click~"

The next moment, drops of cold sweat came out of his forehead, and Xuanzang's face turned pale in an instant.

True Nyima hurts!

At this moment, if someone can see Xuanzang's ankle, they will find that there is a slight crack in the bone under the flesh, and at that moment, Xuanzang himself pinched out the crack in his own bones.

Shentong reached out and took Xuanzang's hand, and put his fan-like big hand on Xuanzang's red and swollen place.

"Hiss~"

Xuanzang instantly gasped, this really hurts!

"Master Xuanzang, does it hurt?" Shentong's brows also furrowed.

It seems that there is really such a thing.

"Amitabha, it doesn't hurt, the skin is just a foreign object, the Buddha can still cut the meat and feed the eagle, the pain is just a test of the sea of suffering in the world for the poor monks. Xuanzang said seriously.

Yuantong and the old monk on the side nodded with satisfaction.

Many monks in the audience looked at Xuanzang with admiration one by one.

"Amitabha, this senior brother is such a profound Buddhist cultivator. The ten directions were in awe.

Although the Pure Land Temple feels very strange to himself, this senior brother's Dharma cultivation is really unfathomable!

"Of course, Senior Brother Xuanzang has the posture of becoming a Buddha!" said proudly.

I directly forgot that YTO had to settle accounts with himself after the autumn.

All in all, everything is about Senior Brother Xuanzang.

The debate machine said that he blew it up directly!

Shen Tong got up, looked at the two senior brothers behind him, and shook his head imperceptibly.

At the moment when the three big bald eyebrows came and went, Xuanzang's originally painful face showed a faint smile.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for refusing the E-level scripture learning task, rewarding the silver treasure chest*1, please keep up the good work. ”

Xuanzang's heart fell into ecstasy.

Silver Chest!

Previously, the bronze treasure chest opened the first weight of the mythical version of the dragon elephant Prajna Gong.

After practicing the first weight, the youkai that I have encountered so far exploded directly with one punch.

The silver treasure chest is much taller than the bronze treasure chest, does this mean that there are more awesome things in the silver treasure chest?

What would that be?

A full set of mythical dragon elephants?

Or simply have a full set of mythical versions of Jiuyang Divine Skills?

Feel the power of one dragon and one elephant contained in the body.

If you practice a full set of thirteen, Xuanzang thinks.

I can try to blow up the three dog heads in front of me, but I definitely can't get them now.

What if the movement is too big and gets messed up?

In today's terms, it probably is.

Accumulate grain, slow to become the king!

In the words of a previous life.

Lewd development, no waves!

But then the system judges that you don't need to go by yourself, so presumably this takeaway mission shouldn't be the turn of the poor monk!

"Since Xuanzang is injured, then-"

The old monk opened his mouth as if he was about to give something.

"Master Baiyun is in danger, according to the old man, let the debate machine take Xuanzang together, the old man has a healing elixir here just to temporarily stop the pain. Yuantong took over the conversation and said.

"This matter is decided!"

Xuanzang ......

Master Baiyun is in danger, and you old guys are still here to meet and talk so much.

I have to drag a poor monk and a person with inconvenient legs and feet.

You have a grudge against Master Baiyun

Master Baiyun is crying, hey!

There is also a system, and the poor monk who said that he completed the task successfully, and the rewards were given to the poor monk, so you shouldn't be bad.

"Amitabha, the little monk will send Senior Brother Xuanzang. The debate machine said seriously.

Xuanzang looked at the debate machine speechlessly.

Dog, you've changed, you know?

You used to be quite sensible.

That's why the poor monk has been involved with you so much that he even went so far as to crack his own bones.

Just gave the poor monk a debate machine to be a takeaway brother?

You're all devils!

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