Amitabha, the poor monk has lost his temper!

No, the poor monk actually felt that he was about to become perverted.

Wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in his heart.

What a Zen word, we all believe it.

But—

If the world learns from me, it is like a demon, what the hell?

When you become a bitch, you still set up a chastity archway?

Day dog.

Even the debater, who has always respected Xuanzang, can't help but feel resentful.

It's just that the next moment, the debate machine was suddenly startled in his heart.

How could Senior Brother Xuanzang come specifically to mislead himself and others.

Senior Brother Xuanzang's realm is so high, how can a mortal like me understand.

Senior Brother Xuanzang is telling himself with practical actions that everyone's situation is different, and there is still a lot of way to go if you want to make the wine and meat through the intestines, and the Buddha will stay in his heart.

Senior Brother Xuanzang has good intentions, and he even misunderstood Senior Brother Xuanzang.

For a moment, the debater lowered his head in shame.

The ten parties behind him had already begun to vomit loudly, as if the piece of meat in his mouth was highly poisonous.

No, this piece of flesh is probably more poisonous to me than anything highly poisonous.

For a moment, he felt the meat in his mouth become hot like never before.

Picking up the flesh of the frog spirit in his hand and biting it hard, his mouth was like a knife, reminding him of the scene when he entertained the pilgrims, and the female pilgrims did something to him.

Every time the female pilgrim touched, the debater felt that the place where he came into contact with the female pilgrim became numb as if he had been poisoned.

Sure enough, what the master said was correct.

The women under the mountain are tigers, don't, don't stay away from them.

The buttery flesh of the frog slashed across his throat as he had felt when he had been touched by a female pilgrim.

The debater felt like he might even die the next moment.

But—

glanced at Senior Brother Xuanzang.

He even suspected Senior Brother Xuanzang before, and now he can only punish himself in this way.

Moreover, if you don't learn from Senior Brother Xuanzang, how can you comprehend Xuanzang's realm.

Immediately after that, the debate machine bit off a piece of meat fiercely.

In an instant, the mouth was like a knife.

On the other hand, Xuanzang didn't care about his two little followers.

This is meat!

It can be regarded as eating, this feeling - cool!

Xuanzang closed his eyes and savored it.

This familiar taste reminded Xuanzang of some memories of his previous life after a long absence.

At this moment, Xuanzang thought of the yam, the Huanong brothers, and the teacher cang.

Seemingly, something strange mixed in.

However, when I thought of Cang teacher Xuanzang, I felt a deep sense of regret in my heart.

Back then—

When the teacher dedicated himself to art, he once performed in a bar in the city where he studied, and then he missed such an opportunity to get close to the teacher.

The main thing is that he was ruined that night by DNF's Kelly.

Tears could not help but drip onto the frog's leg in his hand.

Suddenly, I felt so sad.

The man doesn't flick when he has tears, but he doesn't know that it's just not time to be sad.

I still remember the first time I drew SSR, the first time I burst the magic sword, and the first time-

Forget it, in fact, these first poor monks have been retained.

"Amitabha~"

Xuanzang clasped his hands together, and when he thought about it like this, he suddenly found that the whole person became more bitter.

"This swallow... Yan Chixia donor, do you have any wine?"

It's common sense to have a bottle of tactical Sprite after eating a barbecue.

However, there is definitely no tactical Sprite in this era, but there is still wine.

It's still alive.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect my Yan Chixia to meet a wine and meat monk. ”

The young Taoist priest who called himself Yan Chixia was also bold, untied the wine gourd on his waist and threw it towards Xuanzang.

Xuanzang took the wine gourd and poured it hard.

It's like when I first went to Taobao, I wanted to buy a lot of things, but I found out after I bought it.

These things are actually useless at all, so they can only be left in the corner to eat ashes.

And then—

It's a terrible wine.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, and there is a Buddha in his heart who should abide by any rules and precepts. Xuanzang threw back the wine gourd and said solemnly.

"You monk has a very good appetite for me, I'm here to remind you, this gourd mountain will soon become very chaotic, you better fight where you came from and go back as soon as possible." ”

Yan Chixia said while drinking wine and eating meat in large pieces.

Xuanzang was slightly stunned, and then thought of the two femme fatales he met on the mountain yesterday.

The place they are talking about seems to be Hulu Mountain.

"Amitabha, may I ask this Taoist, where is Lanruo Temple?"

Without waiting for Xuanzang to continue speaking, Shifang over there hurriedly asked after vomiting out some unknown objects.

Although I feel that my master may have been cold.

But, let's save it one last time.

"Lanruo Temple, what about in Guobei Town, from here to the west, twenty kilometers away. ”

Yan Chixia looked at a few people in surprise.

"However, there's a thousand-year-old dryad there, and it's very powerful. ”

Yan Chixia admonished.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, all ten parties of Xuanzang's debate machine are clasped hands.

Finally found the way.

"Thank you, Daoist. ”

Shifang was moved to tears.

"Tear Pull~"

The cloth bag that had been hanging around Shifang's neck broke with a bang

A palm-sized golden Buddha fell to the ground and swayed in half.

The young man who called himself Yan Chixia straightened his eyes with a brush.

, pure gold!

Shifang hurriedly stuffed the golden Buddha that had been turned in half into a new package, and this golden Buddha was accidentally broken by himself last time.

If the Golden Buddha hadn't broken, the master wouldn't have let the old monster catch it!

Thinking about it, he turned around and was about to walk in the direction of Lanruo Temple.

"Wait, this little master, don't you know that your team is still short of people?"

Yan Chixia said to Shifang with a look of fascination.

"Amitabha, this Taoist leader, aren't you still waiting here for that old gourd to cross the calamity?"

Xuanzang said with a smile.

Yan Chixia was stunned, why did this monk know that the old gourd was going to cross the catastrophe?

Then he looked at Xuanzang carefully.

No matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary monk, and there is no mana fluctuation on his body.

Maybe I'm thinking too much.

After all, if he really had the power of mana, then he wouldn't have used that kind of funny way to subdue demons just now.

With this thing, you will be able to eat and drink spicy food in the future.

"Amitabha, in fact, the poor monk is very curious, what is the effect of the Dao fruit of that old gourd?"

Xuanzang asked with a smile.

"I don't know about this, I only know that the old gourd has cultivated the Seven Great Magical Powers. Yan Chixia was a little vague, and then her eyes were firmly fixed on the golden Buddha in Shifang's hand.

"And the poor road is just trying luck here, and the little monk over there might as well make a deal with us. ”

Yan Chixia showed a smile that she thought was kind, looked at Shifang and said with a smile.