"Senior brother, don't you really need a poor monk to follow?"

Waiting until all the monks dispersed, Yuantong asked with some concern.

But then again, the speed of this group of little rabbits is really fast enough, obviously the old man told the story of Guanyin Bodhisattva's physical almsgiving, and the senior brother said that they would really disperse if they were scattered.

Is the story told by the old man really not attractive at all?

No way!

It must be that they don't know how to appreciate.

You see how seriously Xuanzang listened just now!

"Amitabha, Xuanzang's identity is special, and the god of freedom is blessed by the Buddha. ”

The old monk explained word by word.

"Amitabha, but neither Xuanzang nor Bianji have ever learned the method of subduing demons, this-"

YTO is still a little worried.

Although I often instill in other people in the temple on weekdays that I should study the Buddha well, and if I don't work hard, I can't go to chicken soup like Lingshan, but in fact, the real result is usually that.

If you work hard, if there is no one above, you won't be able to enter the West Heaven Great Leiyin Temple.

So, this bowl of chicken soup is actually poisonous.

Xuanzang is the stepping stone for himself and others to knock on the door of Da Lei Yin Temple.

Therefore, for Xuanzang's safety, the three of them are very concerned.

"Don't be in a hurry, you must know that there are thousands of scriptures and books in your mind, and you have the blessing of the Buddha, and all evils will not invade. The abbot said to Yuantong with a serious face.

Then Yuantong stared at the old monk.

The old monk bowed his head.

Yuantong continued to stare at the old monk.

The old monk raised his head and looked at Yuantong with a kind face.

"Senior brother, you have eye droppings. ”

The old monk said seriously.

Yuantong didn't care about the old monk's words, but looked at the old monk in such a daze.

"Senior brother, won't your conscience hurt?"

After a long time, Yuantong asked slowly.

Rely on the scriptures in your mind to subdue demons and subdue demons, senior brother, just tell the disciples below about your empty words, tell me?

You can pull it down.

It's better than the poisonous chicken soup I poured from the old man.

"Amitabha, junior brother, you are in love, the four major monks are empty, how can you have a conscience, how can you have a heartache without a conscience?" the old monk said seriously.

Flexible......

What you said makes sense, the old man was speechless.

"Come here, I'll tell you. ”

Immediately afterwards, the old monk beckoned to Yuantong, and Yuantong subconsciously leaned over.

Two round old bald heads come together.

It's funny.

"Actually, the little monk of Shifang has a golden Buddha in his hand. The old monk looked around and said sneakily.

"Oh~"

Yuantong replied softly, but didn't feel anything else.

The Golden Buddha is just that, although the three of his brothers usually look a little unreliable, but they still can't look down on things outside the body like gold, no matter how much gold and silver there is in the mortal world, how can they be at ease in the Western Heaven Buddha Realm.

"It is said to be made of the golden body of an arhat. ”

"Wori!"

Yuantong couldn't help but burst into foul language, no wonder why the senior brother was relieved that Xuanzang and the three of them went to save people, there is a golden Buddha cast by Arhat's golden body, where is the opponent of ordinary monsters, not to mention that in order to reduce the difficulty for Xuanzang, he also deliberately went to beat the tree demon to a half-crippled.

It's a steady batch.

"Amitabha, good, good. ”

Immediately, as if realizing that he had lost his words, Yuantong hurriedly lowered his head and shouted the Buddha's name.

"By the way, junior brother, speaking of which, the old man has a question for you. The old monk looked at Yuantong and suddenly asked with a somewhat tangled face.

"Oh?"

Yuantong suddenly squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk, the senior brother would ask him questions, this is really the only thing that has happened.

"Amitabha, Xuanzang said that you must be ashamed to ask, otherwise the poor monk will not come to you. The old monk added.

Flexible......

Why is this Nima shameless to ask, and Xuanzang's stinky boy, what nonsense he usually says.

Is Lao Ke's chicken soup no longer poisonous, or has I not seen your kid become floating for a month?

It seems that when this kid comes back this time, the old man will educate him well.

"I don't know what 'oh' means. The old monk asked sincerely.

I've been thinking about this question for a long time, but I just can't think of it, otherwise I wouldn't be ashamed to ask.

And then—

Then Yuantong's face became very strange, and a pair of eyes stared at the old monk.

Amitabha.

What happened in the month that Lao Gu left the temple?

Why did Senior Brother Abbot ask this question?

Damn, we're both men.

Quietly widened the distance between him and the old monk.

"Senior brother, why don't you speak?"

The old monk was even more puzzled, sure enough, what Xuanzang's nephew said really had a special meaning, otherwise, why would Senior Brother Yuantong have such an expression.

"Division... Senior brother, you... You're still looking for Senior Brother Shentong, hehe, hehe~" Yuantong smiled dryly, and then ran towards his meditation room without looking back.

This is too much for Nima to be frightened.

The old monk was left alone, standing in place, looking confused.

......

"Yawn~"

Xuanzang rubbed his nose, a little puzzled in his heart.

Approaching September, the morning dew is still very heavy, but Xuanzang's body is already at the level of a fierce beast, which can basically be said to be the level of no illness.

And now you're sneezing?

Could it be that there are some beautiful monsters who are remembering the poor monks?

Amitabha, sure enough, even the pickled place of the Pure Land Temple can hardly hide the beauty of the poor monks.

Dysphoria.

As the sun rises, the dew on the leaves of the trees turns into water vapor and returns to the clouds, just like the cycle of life.

The debate behind Xuanzang and the admiration in Shifang's eyes became more and more intense.

Xuanzang was able to stand up directly, which did not arouse the suspicion of the two.

After all, one is a brain-dead fan, and Shifang has basically become half a brain-dead fan, in the eyes of the two.

Xuanzang completely ignored the physical pain and walked strongly.

Look at how steady Senior Brother Xuanzang is!

The four major monks are empty, this sentence is often on the lips of various monks, but how many monks can be such a monk who can turn the pain on their bodies into emptiness and then ignore it?

Back then, the Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle, I'm afraid this is the realm.

Xuanzang didn't know that behind him had invisibly made his figure taller.

At this moment, Xuanzang looked at the silver treasure chest in the system space and was full of excitement.

This is a silver treasure chest!

Last time, I only got a bronze treasure chest, and I obtained the first layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, what can I get this time?

Nine turns of Xuangong and nine turns of direct sanctification?

Ahem, Xuanzang feels that he may be thinking too much, but if you have a silver treasure chest-

The poor monk wants the ability to beat the three old immortals in the Pure Land Temple, isn't it too much?

Whether it can dominate the Pure Land Temple depends on this wave.

"Open the Silver Chest. Silently speaking to the system in the bottom of his heart.