Tang Monk ate the ginseng fruit and had reached the middle stage of Earth Immortality. He was not slow in carrying the villa, only a little slower than the normal riding speed.
Manjushri Samantabhadra removes karma and looks helpless.
This Journey to the West team is simply too dazzling and a mess!
However, I have said it a thousand times, but I really dare not say it...
Damn dragon!
It's simply too cheap!
A few days later, Princess Qiyi and Chang'e ran out of the villa with blushing faces.
"My husband is not a human being!"
Bailong ducked out of the villa and found a bench to sit down on.
Manjusri Bodhisattva flew down from the sky and started the plan to measure the tribulations of the journey to the west. He smiled beautifully and said: "Emperor, the twenty-sixth difficulty of the journey to the west is the Wuji Kingdom, which requires the cooperation of the Qiu Shou Immortal of Nantianmen..."
Bailong doesn't even look at it...
Regarding the journey to the west to measure the calamity plan, Bailong knew more than Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Qiu Shou Xian is still the mount of Manjushri Bodhisattva. Should we go to him to play the role?
"Little Manjusri, do you want to ask this emperor about this? Isn't the Qiu Shou Immortal your mount? Jin Guangxian and Sister Cihang are as close as mother and son. Yes, your relationship with the Qiu Shou Immortal cannot be bad. I agree.
, you go and invite him."
Well?
People say no?
Manjushri Bodhisattva suddenly didn’t know how to answer the question.
Nie Long has become the Fourth Imperial Guard, but he is still as mean as before, and his words are still as hurtful as ever!
This is so cute, does it sound like what a human would say?
It is known to all the three worlds that although the Qiu Shou Immortal Commander-in-Chief of Dongtianmen has served as Manjushri Bodhisattva's mount for three thousand years, he is incompatible with Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Just because Manjushri Bodhisattva had him castrated when he took in the Qiu-headed Immortal.
That Qiu Shouxian has a nose made of lees and does not drink alcohol, so he has no roots!
She went to ask, could the Qiu Shou Immortal come down?
Three years ago, Manjusri Bodhisattva became a Taoist priest and pushed the King of Wuji Kingdom into the water.
Zhunti learned the art of war by spreading beans, and made a puppet to look like King Wu Ji, and he was the king there for three years.
Today is the last day of that puppet's existence.
If the Immortal Qiu Shou doesn't go to the Wuji Kingdom, and tomorrow, the king disappears, and the prince directly takes the throne...
Very meow!
In that case, Journey to the West will be over!
However, this is the moment.
Bailong put his legs on the table and gave Manjushri a look.
Manjushri Bodhisattva understood instantly, knelt down and hammered Bailong's legs with his small fists.
Manjushri Bodhisattva smiled on the outside, but was cursing secretly in his heart.
Nie Long, don’t worry if you become the Fourth Imperial Guard, even if I try to kill you, you won’t be able to escape!
Amitabha, is thinking of targeted solutions.
When the time comes the end of the evil dragon
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, she must quench Bailong's saliva!
Dog dragon, what a dog!
Manjushri Bodhisattva smiled charmingly and said: "Emperor, we are doing everything for our journey to the west. It is not easy for the three of us. Look at how haggard a beautiful foreign girl like her is after she has cleared up her karma. The beauty has turned into an aunt! You
Can you bear to look at it like this?"
Bailong glanced upward.
It is true that after removing karma, I feel very haggard. It may be a problem of being tired for many days. Naba and hot rolling have become Biluo.
Bailong thought for a while, he still needed to get rid of his karma, so he had no choice but to help.
Bailong waved his hand.
Karma Remover and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva instantly flew down from the clouds, one by one rubbing the shoulders of Bai Long.
"For the sake of getting rid of karma, I won't embarrass you three. Qiu Shou Xian is my brother. I have a small condition for him to help."
oh?
You say…
Manjushri Bodhisattva laughed harmlessly.
Patriarch Kunpeng did not return to the outer world, but was invited by Amitabha to go to Lingshan to guide the future direction of Lingshan.
If Amitabha and Patriarch Kunpeng had a good cry, maybe Patriarch Kunpeng would understand his disciple's difficulties, and maybe he could relieve Amitabha from the poison of the Fallen Holy Elixir, or he might personally suppress Bailong.
In the morning, she had already seen that Patriarch Kunpeng was also very helpless towards Bai Long, just because he accepted the gift and it was difficult to deal with him.
In short, Bailong will not last long and will surely taste the bitter consequences of his arrogance.
"Emperor, we now have 100 bottles of merit water. Please leave some for us as gifts. Please tell us how many bottles you have."
snort!
Bailong sneered.
100 bottles?
As long as Bailong opens his mouth, it starts with 100 tons, but he still needs 100 bottles?
Washing your feet is not enough!
"The emperor and the ladies are on vacation. The ladies have had a good rest these days, but I am extremely tired... In this way, the three of you will dance for me. After watching, I will send a message to the Qiu Shou Immortal to come down."
Well?
Manjushri Bodhisattva still smiled lightly, but his heart was full of curses.
brute!
Evil dragon!
Dance again, your grandma’s dance again!
Only by enduring hardships can one become a master, all for the purpose of traveling to the west!
Manjushri Bodhisattva closed his eyes in despair and nodded heavily.
Um!
"good!"
Bailong took out two cultivation pills, turned them into pen and paper, and quickly finished writing the manuscript.
Everyone in the three worlds knows that Emperor Taixu is better than Emperor Ziwei in terms of music.
Emperor Ziwei's familiar music is classical music, while Emperor Taixu's music is all brainwashing songs.
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Bailong gave the manuscript to Manjushri Bodhisattva and said with a smile: "This is called "The Song of Emperor Taixu". It contains lyrics, music scores, and hand gesture dances. We are all Daluo Jinxian Consummation, so we should be able to learn it in half a minute.
Sing a little sweeter!"
Very meow!
Manjusri Samantabhadra looked at the manuscript and his face was as black as ink!
What kind of musical score is this special one?
What lyrics?
Why is it so disgusting?
However, when Chu Karma looked at the music score, the corners of his mouth curled up beautifully.
Sweet song…
"You guys get ready. Form a team of three and start singing in thirty seconds. You won't be satisfied with the singing!"
at the same time.
Xitian, Lingshan.
Patriarch Kunpeng looked at the pile of ruins and closed his eyes helplessly.
His disciple, who was guided by Zhunti, was a nine-turn saint after all, and was being played around by a little dragon?
Patriarch Kunpeng is a great god of heaven. He has no desires in his heart and does not participate in any fighting. He just feels that his two disciples are really miserable.
"Jie Yin, tell me, do you want to embarrass my master? How can a little dragon smash Lingshan into this state while being chased by tens of thousands of monks? Only the Great Leiyin Temple and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are left intact.
Palace?"
Tens of thousands of monks in the West lowered their heads in shame.
shame!
What a shame!
However, there is nothing that can be done about it.
The ability of the evil dragon is really unbelievable, and the speed of promotion is also too fast.
Who would have thought that apart from the five hundred years of enlightenment to the Golden Immortal of Daluo, there were only three years of true awakening, and three years to transform from a human immortal to a quasi-sage?
What is the speed of this special meow’s cultivation advancement?
Patriarch Kunpeng is also very curious. He often looks at the sky, but he has never been able to figure out who the White Dragon Master is.
If this promotion speed were achieved, it wouldn't take even a few thousand years, wouldn't there be one more saint?
Is the system the avenue?
"Take guidance, pull a cloud here, and let me take a closer look at that white dragon. Why is it so talented?"
"I will obey my master's orders!"
Amitabha waved his hand, pulled over a cloud like image, put his two fingers to his mouth and recited a mantra.
Suddenly, the image cloud showed the picture of the Westward Journey team.
"Listen to me and thank you. Because of you, the three worlds are warmed."
"Thank you, thank you, the Three Realms are more beautiful..."
"I want to thank you, because with you, love is always in my heart."
"Thank you, thank you for passing on the happiness..."
Well…………
The tens of thousands of monks in the Western Heaven opened their mouths in surprise.
Patriarch Kunpeng and Amitabha looked at each other...