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- Chapter 983 Since you want to go to the Western Paradise, the poor monk will give you a ride, my Buddha is merciful!
Argument¡ª¡ª
What is it like to be on the stand with a capable uncle who protects the calf?
At this time, Xiaotiangou only wanted to discuss this issue with Yuanba!
at this time,
? Yang Jian, who was dragged by the Xiaotian dog, looked down with coldness in his eyes, watching the battle in Xiaoleiyin Temple,
The three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand is ready to be thrown out!
At this moment,
There is only one thought in Yang Jian's mind¡ª¡ª
No one can touch a single hair of my nephew,
No,
Not half a root will work!
at this time,
Yang Jian, who had just suppressed the killing intent in his heart, suddenly felt an unusual aura, and the moment he looked up,
Those cold eyes happened to meet the future Buddha who hurried over!
this moment,
The future Buddha seemed to be struck by lightning, and after a long while, he could barely squeeze out a smile on his stiff facial features.
Then he asked with a smile: "Yang Jian, what a coincidence?!"
"It's a bit of a coincidence!"
Yang Jian stared at the future Buddha, looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar 'Uncle Master', and said indifferently: "You are not practicing in Xitian, what are you doing here?"
"Well¡¡"
?Future Buddha looked at the battle below, a look of anxiety appeared between his brows, and then he said anxiously:
"It's like this, the boy under the poor monk's seat was bewitched by someone, and came to stop Tang Sanzang's footsteps. The poor monk came today to bring the boy back!"
Speaking of which,
Looking at Yang Jian's unkind eyes, Future Buddha gave a wry smile and continued to say¡ª¡ª
"Yang Jian, you and I have no grievances, and the poor monk doesn't want to get involved in Journey to the West, let alone fall into this whirlpool. Besides"
"Besides, you and I have a deep relationship, how about you please give the poor monk some face today?"
Seeing that the former uncle was so humble to him, Yang Jian couldn't do too much, and the killing intent on his body also weakened!
but,
at this time,
Yang Jian's eyes changed, and then he stared at the future Buddha again, and asked loudly: "I heard that Lingshan got a piece of news a while ago?"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
After the future Buddha chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, he lowered his eyes and said:
"Yes, there is news that Tang Sanzang is not the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, but actually the reincarnation of Yuan Futong's son!"
Speaking of which,
Future Buddha thought for a while, and continued to say¡ª¡ª
"Duobao speculates that this is one of Renhuang's calculations. He wants this Yuan Ba, like his father, to prove himself a martial sage in the world. After Renhuang leaves the prehistoric world, he will guard the world!"
oh?
Yang Jian's eyelids moved slightly after hearing this, and his tone became softer: "I also heard that Duobao gave an order?"
"good!"
Future Buddha nodded, and said without concealment: "Duobao said, whoever can kill the three masters and apprentices will sit on the seat of Buddha after the journey to the west!"
oh? !
Yang Jian narrowed his three eyes at the same time, tightened the three-pointed double-edged knife in his hand, and said coldly: "So your boy can't wait to come?"
""
After the future Buddha was stunned for a moment, he added: "Yang Jian, he was bewitched by others!"
at this time,
Boom!
A loud noise suddenly appeared at the feet of the two, and then the faces of Yang Jian and Future Buddha changed at the same time,
Just saw some golden fragments, which shot out from the Xiaoleiyin Temple in an instant!
And on those fragments,
The bright golden light is rapidly becoming dim!
Immediately,
A maniacal laughter suddenly resounded in their ears¡ª¡ª
"It's just a golden bowl to trap my grandson, who gave you the confidence? Monster, even if the king of heaven comes today, I can't save you!"
"Wow ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
In the next second,
A thick and big stick suddenly appeared from the Xiaoleiyin Temple, directly blowing up the Xiaoleiyin Temple!
At this time,
Yang Jian looked at the livid future Buddha, and while laughing wildly in his heart, he said expressionlessly:
"Your golden bowl seems to be barely considered an innate spiritual treasure, right?"
"Ben Zhenjun really can't figure it out, you boy, how dare you use this thing to trap Monkey King? How much do you look down on Dzogchen's Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art?"
Hearing Yang Jian's ridicule,
The future Buddha's face completely darkened, and a cold murderous intent permeated his body!
Immediately afterwards,
There was another bang, the yellow-browed king who was extremely arrogant one second, was like a bowling ball being hit by someone the next second,
Whoosh,
?It flew directly over 300 meters away, and after smashing a dozen big trees in a row, it was like a rag doll,
With a bang, a hole was smashed into the ground!
but,
Before Huangmei could take a breath, Tang Sanzan, who was like a wild dragon, rushed out with one step at a time.
The face of fierce (i) god (qg) evil (u) evil (xiu) is covered with dazzling light of righteousness,
While holding up the nine-ringed tin rod in his hand, the terrifying murderous intent instantly enveloped the Yellow-Browed King!
this moment,
Feeling the murderous yellow eyebrows in San Zan's heart, his eyes stared suddenly, and his pupils shrank into a vertical line,
Exclaimed loudly: "Stop it, I'm Xitian"
boom!
Without waiting for King Huangmei to finish speaking, San Zan made a bold move, smashing Huangmei's head with a stick,
Later,
San Zan felt a brand new power pouring into his body and becoming his own power at the same time,
With one hand clasped together, looking at the headless corpse, he said compassionately: "Since you want to go to the west, the poor monk will give you a ride, my Buddha is merciful!"
After speaking,
Third Burial held the nine-ringed tin rod again, turned around and rushed towards the ruins of Xiaoleiyin Temple, because there were still some little monsters there who needed to be transformed by him!
at the same time,
Looking at the motionless future Buddha in front of him, Yang Jian frowned slightly, and then quickly stretched it out.
Asked with a smirk: "Ben Zhenjun didn't stop you just now, don't blame this Zhenjun for the death of your boy!"
"snort!"
The future Buddha changed his previous attitude, looked at the headless body of Huang Mei, and said coldly:
"This evil animal is not strong enough to be bewitched by others, and it is only a few days before death. How can the poor monk act against the sky for this evildoer?"
Speaking of which,
The future Buddha looked at Yang Jian with meaningful eyes, and then returned to Lingshan without looking back!
At this time,
The Xiaotian dog on the side suddenly came up and asked suspiciously: "Master, at the beginning he clamored to save the monster, but later he was able to save it, why didn't he save it again?"
heard the words,
Yang Jian smiled contemptuously, and said disdainfully: "Do you really think that it is the boy he wants to save?"
After saying this sentence,
He looked at the fragments of the golden bowl scattered below, and deep sarcasm and disdain flashed in his cold eyes!
To save someone?
hehe!
Yang Jian is well aware of the disposition of explaining and teaching people!
This yellow-browed boy accidentally destroyed the golden bowl of the magic treasure. How could the Buddha come to rescue him in the future?
Even Yang Jian dared to swear,
If it wasn't for him being here, the future Buddha would definitely have to fight that monkey!
looked at
Yang Jian couldn't help showing a look of relief in the eyes of the three funeral masters and apprentices who searched for property in Xiaoxitian,
Looking at Tang Sanzan who was putting the treasure in his pocket, he said with admiration¡ª¡ª
"Look, this kid lives a long life!"
Wubi's Roaring Dog:
at the same time,
The future Buddha who had just walked to the gate of Lingshan staggered and almost fell to the ground.
In the next second,
A streak of golden luck that was almost condensed into substance appeared from his body in an instant, soared into the sky and disappeared
(End of this chapter)
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