The battle situation on the field was back and forth, and Tang Monk slowly walked closer.
"Amitabha! Wukong, stop this nonsense."
Not bad, this time Tang Seng did not make a long speech and went directly to the topic.
I don't know if he heard someone calling his name inexplicably. The great sage, who was killing happily on the field, jumped up to Tang Monk and said, "Who are you, and how do you know the "trumpet" of my old grandson?"
Tang Monk clasped his hands together and said, "Disciple, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and you can't even recognize your master's appearance?"
The Great Sage half-crouched and circled up, down, left and right in front of Tang Monk, and then scratched his face: "Are you my master?"
Well, Zhang Xiaoqiang only discovered now that the great sage Qingqing is still cross-eyed.
Tang Seng smiled calmly: "Master is leaving in a hurry this time. The visa has not been processed yet, so he is temporarily possessed by an agent in the human world. By the way, stop fighting with those people quickly. How many times have I told you, Master? As Buddhist disciples and candidates for heaven, we must be calm in everything, be friendly, be tolerant, and…”
"Stay! Stop talking nonsense to me, Old Sun, about what kind of monster are you transformed into? How dare you pretend to be my master!!" Cross-eyed Angry Tang Monk, even in the soul state, Zhang Xiaoqiang can still feel the eyes of the Great Sage. Unleash murderous intent.
"Amitabha, Wukong, can't you tell the difference between my master's temperament?" He raised his face and shook his head, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's hair was sparse, otherwise he would be able to show off his "rejoice, you are so confident".
After listening to Tang Seng's words, the Great Sage jumped back with his feet, raised his palms and struck at Tang Seng: "Don't pretend to be cool, or you will be struck by lightning if you pretend to be cool!!"
Looking at the monkey's palms slapping down angrily, Tang Seng seemed extremely calm.
He didn't hide or evade, he just stood there looking like he needed a beating.
Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's soul state, he was so frightened that his whole body was shaking.
Just kidding, this body and bones are his private property.
Now I'm lending it to Tang Seng. If it's damaged, it belongs to Zhang Xiaoqiang anyway. Of course Tang Seng doesn't care.
But what if you call Zhang Xiaoqiang swollen for the rest of his life
Besides, if you can claim for compensation, it’s no big deal if it’s damaged. The worst thing you can do is appeal to heaven. If you don’t get the guarantee, you can get the same money back for the whole “Andy Lau”.
But the problem is that Tang Seng is also a temporary subordinate this time. As he said just now, the license has not yet been obtained, so objectively speaking, Tang Seng is also driving without a license. If it is really investigated, Zhang Xiaoqiang, the "vehicle" The provider will definitely not get any benefits, and if not, he will have to pay joint and several criminal liability.
Do you think Zhang Xiaoqiang can't be anxious when faced with such a situation that doesn't please both sides
"Old driver! Take action quickly. Don't use your momentum to overwhelm others. If this continues, the car will fucking overturn!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was really anxious.
Good guy, look at Lao Sun's slapping gesture. If this slap is carried out, his handsome face with sharp edges will turn into "Guo Degang" in no time!
Tang Seng smiled calmly: "Don't be anxious! Ordinary monks have their own ideas!"
have! You should do it quickly! Can we not have to do that "if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell" plot! !
Zhang Xiaoqiang almost cried! I have long heard that "masters" have the problem of "exaggerating their ink marks", but when I see them today, they are really "chickens"! !
Finally, at the last moment when the monkey's slap was about to be implemented, Tang Seng, who had always remained standing, moved.
But I saw him flexing his arms and drawing a pattern in the air that looked like the lowercase English letter "a", and then he made an imaginary circle around the letter.
Zhang Xiaoqiang could clearly see all the movements and soul states, but the more he looked at him, the more he felt something was not right.
To be precise... it looks familiar. The pattern Tang Seng created out of thin air seems to have been seen somewhere before.
Admired! Zhang Xiaoqiang's spirit level flashed.
Mist grass! Isn't this the "@" that we often use when chatting and greeting others
Did this thing come from here
Just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was amazed at how thoroughly he understood "Buddhism", Tang Monk's lips moved slightly.
From the outside, Tang Seng stood on the spot as before, seemingly not taking any countermeasures.
But it was his wooden figure that was as motionless as a bell that made the great sage hold his head in both hands and cry for his father and mother.
"Ah! My head! It hurts! Stop, stop reading! Master, master, stop reading!"
The roar of the Great Sage was so loud that it made people's scalp numb just listening to it. From this, you can imagine how much pain the person involved was suffering at this moment.
It is said that seeing is believing, and hearing is believing. In the past, I only heard about how powerful the spell of Tang Monk was. Today, people watching here are really "slobber can drown people"!
"Do you recognize me as master now?"
"We know, we know!"
"Do you know what's wrong?"
"I don't feel the master's temperament."
"Amitabha!" He packed up and stood still. Tang Monk smiled broadly and had a satisfied expression on his face.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was dumbfounded.
What a crazy situation! ? It seems that the focus of the problem is not this, okay? Talent recruitment will be the key issue next time, okay
Without the spell to suppress it, the Great Sage felt less uncomfortable.
But although the discomfort on his side was reduced, the whole monkey body was still lying on the ground.
This gave the surrounding store clerks a misunderstanding. They all instinctively felt that something was wrong with the Great Sage's health, so they regrouped their troops and gathered around the arena.
"Amitabha!" Seeing everyone gathered around the store again, Tang Monk stepped forward and bowed politely: "Everyone, I am a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. I have offended many of my disciples here today. I hope you will forgive me."
It's quite decent. I have to tell my family to apologize, and you can't find anything wrong with it at all.
It's just that in today's real world, it's obviously impossible for the great sage to make such a fuss in this place, and you, Tang Seng, just want to forget it with just "I hope you'll forgive me."
No, almost at the same time that Tang Seng finished speaking, a fat man ran down from the second floor of the coffee shop, shouting and drinking.
Good guy, with that fat ball in his body, he probably doesn’t have to do anything. He can just throw the ball around and be kicked as a ball.
"Who the hell are you!? Are you planning to let my shop do this?" When he came closer, the fat man pointed at Tang Seng and yelled.
"Amitabha, a shop owner, a monk named Xuanzang, a native of the Tang Dynasty in the East."
Tang Seng is indeed a Buddhist. Look at his temperament. No matter how you cry, I will remain unmoved. Zhang Xiaoqiang was so amazed that he couldn't help but sigh:
In ancient times, there was Liu Xiahui who was "calm and calm" when she was pregnant with a beautiful woman. Today, there is Tang Monk who is "calm and composed" in the face of power.
The fat man who was confused about the situation was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Oh, you are Xuanzang, then you are Tang Monk?"
"Exactly!" Tang Seng bowed and nodded.
Then Fatty Niuyan suddenly burst out: "Fuck you, you are Tang Monk, I am still a fucking Zhu Bajie!!"
The clerk next to him laughed.
Tang Monk Shi Li replied as if there was no one around him: "Bajie, I'm afraid the donor's side is a little rounder."
(End of chapter)