Manjushri Samantabhadra nodded, indeed, they had no hatred against Bailong.
After all, they both work part-time.
The real mastermind behind the scenes is Jieyin Zhunti.
The grievances between Bailong and Xitian are also due to Jie Yin Zhunti.
The current situation is very clear. To oppose Bailong is to seek death.
The two of them have often thought about it, why is Bailong so good at removing karma?
Just to get rid of karma, I follow Bailong every time, and I don't take part in harming Bailong. Instead, I save Bailong, so neither party is offended.
This is the highest state of being in officialdom!
After a moment, Manjusri and Samantabhadra nodded simultaneously.
"Thank you, Emperor Taixu, for your advice!"
"It seems that they are all from the East. Broken bones are still connected with tendons! Thank you, Emperor Taixu, for your guidance. Although we are in two units, we will be friends from now on!"
Um!
Bailong nodded.
There's nothing that a drink can't fix.
If there is, then two meals.
These two idiots were deceived by him after just two glasses of wine.
Bailong released the karma removal and said with a smile: "I was sorry just now, I didn't understand, so I took you in."
How could Ji Ji not know that Bai Long didn't want her to hear what he just said.
If others didn't want her to listen, she wouldn't listen and would stand obediently next to them, silently.
The relationship routine is over, now the conversation begins.
Bailong picked up another cup and asked doubtfully: "My two brothers Manjusri and Samantabhadra, I wonder where did the three demons of Chechi Kingdom learn from them?"
Um?
Manjushri Samantabhadra cleared away karma, looked at each other, and shook his head at the same time.
"We don't know, but we can be sure that the masters of the three of them must be from the West, and they should have been arranged by Yin Zhunti."
"I think so too, because the three of them are ordinary animals who drank the divine water of merit and became golden immortals in the early stages. They also know a little bit of Taoism, and their ultimate fate is to die."
"We each take care of our own business. We don't get involved in the specific details of cultivating real monsters like this."
oh…
Bai Long looked at Che Chiguo and nodded slightly.
If Manjusri and Samantabhadra can't come up with any words, the only option is to start with the Journey to the West team.
There are three difficulties to go through here, which are...
The Thirty-Third Difficulty: "Moving the Truck Late".
The thirty-fourth difficulty is "Winning or Losing a Big Bet".
The Thirty-Fifth Difficulty: "Dispelling Taoism and Promoting Sangha".
There are many things to go through in the Three Difficulties, and the tiger, deer and sheep will end up just being miserable.
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Die Dao Xiao is completely cannon fodder on the journey to the west.
The four masters and disciples of Tang Seng only knew that the noise came from the city. It must be a very prosperous city.
The next second, the four people landed on the cloud head, pulled out a string of white smoke, and ran towards Che Chiguo.
The Chechi Kingdom was a small city, about one-third the size of Chang'an City. It was a small country.
Several people arrived in front of the city gate. There was a huge stone plaque hanging on the city gate with the words "Chi Guo" written on it.
Looking into the city through the city gate, the city is very desolate, and there are not many people walking on the streets.
There is a beach beside the moat in front of the door. Hundreds of monks gathered on the beach, all pulling carts with many stone and wooden stakes on them.
Hundreds of monks were shirtless and had whip marks all over their bodies.
The noise just now turned out to be hundreds of monks shouting the slogan "Mighty King Bodhisattva" together. I couldn't hear it clearly from a distance, so I thought it was the noise of the city.
The four masters and disciples suddenly felt disappointed.
It's dusk now. Logically speaking, you should go out for a walk after dinner.
Not many people were seen on the avenue, so there must be no brothels in this city.
Even if there are, there are not many.
It is estimated that the girls are also picking up customers, so there is no way the four of them can be busy.
The four masters and disciples looked at the distance, where hundreds of monks were dragging the cart and struggling to climb up.
The river beach is far away from the city gate. The slope is relatively steep and there are many dark rocks.
Perhaps to protect against rain, the city was built on high ground instead of on flat ground.
Not to mention ordinary people, even five hundred Qi Refining monks would have to lose three thirds of their physical strength if they tried to pull this cart full of stones.
Tang Monk frowned slightly and sighed: "I think in my country in the Tang Dynasty, the monks are all for salvation, driving away disasters and avoiding disasters. Why should there be so much effort here?"
Sun Wukong asked doubtfully: "Master, is it because there is no manpower available to build the temple and the monk needs to handle it personally?"
The three great Bodhisattvas stared at the westward journey plan and nodded at the same time.
Zhunti is worthy of being a saint.
If you designed a plan eight hundred years ago, you can guess what these people will say eight hundred years later!
What Sun Wukong and Tang Seng said are very similar when compared with the Journey to the West plan, and they all have the same meaning.
At this time, two Taoist priests came out of the city gate. They were not very old, in their early thirties, but they were dressed very luxuriously.
A golden crown supports the head, a brocade robe is added to the body, soft-soled shoes are worn on the feet, and a jade belt is tied around the waist.
When the hundreds of monks saw the two little Taoist priests, they worked harder to pull up the cart and shouted in unison, "Mighty King Bodhisattva!"
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Sun Wukong frowned.
Although he doesn't like Western religion, these are people!
People's hearts are made of flesh, and they are also uneducated. Why do some people wear brocade robes, while others have to go bare-chested and show off their strength?
This title of Namo Mighty King Bodhisattva has not yet been taken up by anyone. Legend has it that it was the fruition status that was predetermined by the Western Teachings to Sun Wukong after the end of his journey to the West.
Sun Wukong suddenly transformed into a Taoist priest. Just as he was about to go out, a rainbow light landed in front of him.
"Brother Long?"
Bai Long patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder and said: "You should rest first, I will help you handle this matter!"
After finishing his words, Bailong took out the Qiankun Pot and took Sun Wukong inside.
Transformed into the appearance of Sun Wukong.
At the same time, the mana of the Quasi-Saint Third Transformation was also suppressed to the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal.
Bailong could have gone directly to the city and captured the three monsters with ease.
But Bailong had a premonition.
The masters of the three monsters were staying not far from here, and they had Qingxin Beads on them.
Use three bottles of merit divine water to suddenly turn three animals into golden immortals, teach them a few small spells, and then leave them to die.
Judging from these points, the mysterious man will definitely not reveal his identity to his apprentice.
It will only deceive them into going to the West and let these three monsters work for the West.
The system asked him to kill this person, so he had to kill him!
But now the enemy is in the dark, and I am aware that if Bailong takes action openly, he may never be able to find out who the master of the three demons is. The mission will always be stuck in this difficulty, and he may even leave him permanently.
Then go against the Journey to the West plan and lure out the mastermind behind the scenes!
At the head of the cloud, Manjusri and Samantabhadra were drunk and drunk.
In addition to karma, I was slightly paying attention just now, but I didn't notice that Bailong had replaced Sun Wukong.
The five directions revealed the truth, the four levels of merit, six Ding and Liujia, and the eighteen guardians Jialan saw it, but they did not dare to say anything.
I saw Bailong transform into a Taoist priest and come to the city gate.
The journey to the west to measure calamity plan was not familiar, but he also understood what to do at this time.
The two little Taoist priests nodded politely when they saw Bai Long coming up, and were also very polite to Bai Long.
Normal conversations are all based on the Westward Journey plan.
Introducing Che Chi Guo Jingdao, Buddhist disciples were blamed for praying for rain but it did not come, and the whole country captured monks as slaves.
After explaining clearly, Bailong's eyelids raised slightly.
Snapped!
Sudden!
An invisible wave of air swept across the four buildings.