Suddenly, Xuanzang was wearing a monk's robe of a debater, and he felt that the whole heat became refreshing.

Sure enough, the clothes are still clean and comfortable to wear.

The monk's robe was already a little generous, but after all, he was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child.

He can't be the same as Tianming in the live-action version of Qin Shi Mingyue.

At only twelve years old, he is taller than some adults.

Therefore, the original wide monk's robe was tightened by Xuanzang, but on the contrary, the beautiful tendons and flesh on Xuanzang's body were perfectly reflected.

"Amitabha, lead the way in front of the debate. ”

Xuanzang said to the little monk wearing a blood-colored robe behind him.

Speaking of which, although he is only fourteen or fifteen years old now, he has already begun to emerge, and if he does not have himself, the Buddhism of the monk is definitely the first of the younger generation of the Pure Land Temple.

As for why it can't compare to itself.

After all, I don't play the same pattern with the debate machine.

I'm in nightmare mode, and I'm just in normal mode.

After clearing the nightmare mode, how can it be surpassed by a person who plays the normal mode.

You should have taken the college entrance examination in your previous life.

No matter how awesome the nightmare mode is, it can't compare to the simple mode in the capital.

Not only is Buddhism profound, but also has a certain understanding of poetry and songs, plus the red lips and white teeth are also rare handsome, no wonder Princess Gaoyang will take a fancy to the debate monk, and do not hesitate to put on a green hat for Fang Yiai.

"Yes!"

The debate machine was wearing Xuanzang's blood-colored robe as if he didn't notice it at all, and his eyes became more and more fiery when he looked at Xuanzang.

That's the ultimate worship.

The debate machine has always regarded Xuanzang as his goal.

Senior Brother Xuanzang is not only humble, but also has profound Buddhism.

At the age of twenty-one, he became the most profound one in the entire Pure Land Temple.

Not only that, Brother Xuanzang's words and deeds seem to be in line with Zen principles.

Even the master said that Senior Brother Xuanzang has the posture of becoming a Buddha!

The pungent smell of blood crept into the nose of the debater from the robe.

The debater's face turned a little pale.

Obviously, I can't stand the smell of blood, but this smell of blood makes the monk worship Xuanzang more and more.

Sure enough, this is Senior Brother Xuanzang testing me!

But what is the test for me?

While leading the way, the debater thought at the same time, and even ignored the smell of blood on the robe.

Senior Brother Xuanzang is a virtuous monk, and his every move must have deep meaning.

"Huh!"

"Hah!

Xuanzang followed behind the debate fuselage, and after a while, he saw the mountain gate, and a burst of earth-shattering sounds came.

It makes people feel a sense of blood boiling when they listen to it.

Even the temple, which felt a little cold, was warmed up a bit.

In front of him, dozens of martial arts monks were practicing the martial arts of the martial arts on the school ground, and these monks were all bare-chested and exposed, exposing their bronze tendons to the air.

The smell of sweat accompanied by the smell of philosophy permeated the call.

In the past, Xuanzang only thought that this was an illusion, or the power of the Buddha.

But now, Xuanzang saw it.

The huge blood qi that rose to the sky like wolf smoke, the pure blood qi raised the temperature of the area where the temple was located.

"Amitabha, Xuanzang is finally back. ”

Just when Xuanzang was feeling this blood, a loud Buddha horn sounded.

Xuanzang subconsciously took two steps back.

It was an old monk who needed to look up.

The old monk was more than two meters tall, and his face was covered with furrow-like wrinkles, but it would be a big mistake to underestimate this monk in this way.

The old monk did not wear a robe or robe like other monks below the head.

Therefore, the explosive muscles were exposed in front of everyone, and when he saw this muscle for the first time, Xuanzang almost thought that it was a Hong Kong comic character who came out of the comics.

Further down is a casual pair of big pants, and there is a bulging unidentified object in the middle of the big pants, undulating there.

"I've seen Uncle Shentong. ”

After confirming that he was at a safe distance from Shentong, Xuanzang folded his hands and said respectfully.

"Yo~"

Shentong over there was just about to speak, and his nose couldn't help but sniff.

"It's youkai blood?"

Shentong's arm was like a steel hoop, and he took the debate machine into his arms and kept sniffing.

And so—

Xuanzang saw that Uncle Shentong, the devil's muscleman, had pulled the same argument as Xiao Shou.

The two of them are in-

Amitabha, the eyes of the poor monk - I'm going to be blind!

"Amitabha, I understand, Senior Brother Xuanzang, I know-"

Suddenly, the debate machine came back to his senses and shouted in surprise, but the voice was just halfway through the shouting, and when he saw Shentong who was like an iron tower, his face turned white in an instant, could it be that the group of senior brothers in the martial arts academy had no way to satisfy Uncle Shentong?

You're going to do it to me!

It's still daylight!

However, the expected scenario did not appear, which made the debate monk breathe a sigh of relief, and then the debater turned to look at Xuanzang.

A pair of eyes full of reverence.

"Amitabha, thank you Senior Brother Xuanzang for using this blood robe to ignite it, and the debate is enlightened. ”

The debater said gratefully.

Xuanzang ...... Meow meow?

o((⊙﹏⊙))o

What did you realize?

The poor monk just wanted to change into a cleaner clothes, so he lit it?

Why doesn't the poor monk know what he has ignited?

"Amitabha, this is the fate of the master and brother, but the sea of Buddha is endless, you and I should support each other. ”

Xuanzang smiled slightly and said.

The expression of the debate machine has become more and more pious, and even the pride that has just risen can be perceived, Senior Brother Xuanzang is really worthy of Senior Brother Xuanzang!

"Senior brother had an epiphany before, senior brother Xuanzang, let's talk another day. ”

The debate machine looked at Shen Tong, who looked puzzled on the side, subconsciously shuddered, and left here as if he had escaped.

After all, Shentong's lethality is too great.

"Xuanzang, what truth did that kid realize?"

Shentong didn't directly ask about the origin of the monster's blood on the monk's robe, but asked curiously.

"Amitabha. ”

Xuanzang smiled but did not speak.

The poor monk also wanted to know what the boy had realized, but the poor monk couldn't read minds!

"Amitabha, the old man understands, you are making the old man not need to care about others, just smile and face life. Shentong said with a look of sudden realization.

No, in fact, the poor monk just smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Amitabha, the monster blood on the monk's robe?"

Immediately, Shentong's face was a little solemn, and he stepped forward and asked.

"Amitabha, they came to kill the poor monk, and then somehow, the Buddha light flashed on the poor monk's body, and they died, maybe the power of the Buddha appeared. ”

After Xuanzang pretended to be pondering, he took a step back and continued to widen the distance from Shentong and said one by one.

Shentong was silent, as the host of the martial arts academy, he actually let the monster touch the foot of his mountain, which was really his own dereliction of duty.

As for what Xuanzang said, Shentong did not doubt it.

Xuanzang's identity is special, and it is not surprising that he is a little strange.

"By the way, what about your master, why are you the only one who goes up the mountain?"

Then Shentong wondered.

"Master, he-" Xuanzang frowned as he organized the language.

"The master castrated Dahua. ”