Chapter 259 Is this horse riding Tang Sanzang? (2 in 1)

Looking at Tang Sanzang, whose muscles were wrinkled and his whole body looked like an upright mountain bear, a look of astonishment appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's face.

He clearly remembered that Tang Sanzang was a weak monk.

How could it be like this?

Is it because you have to travel across mountains and rivers to learn Buddhist scriptures in the West?

What made Zhen Yuanzi feel even more bizarre was that Tang Sanzang didn't have any magic power flowing around his body, but he ignored the huge power in his sleeves.

However, the monkeys have all been taken in.

Naturally, he would not let Tang Sanzang go.

Zhen Yuanzi shook his sleeves and prepared to take pictures of Tang Sanzang again.

However, at this moment, Tang Sanzang on the ground bent his legs, and then suddenly jumped up into the sky.

boom!

A deep pit was instantly stepped on the ground, and Tang Sanzang rushed into the sky like a cannonball. He punched Zhen Yuanzi with a fist as big as a clay pot and shouted: "Let my disciple go!!"

Although Tang Sanzang's punch had no magic power, Zhen Yuanzi still felt a terrifying killing power.

Don’t underestimate it!

He flicked the whisk, and the magic aura was instantly released.

Tang Sanzang did not dodge or evade.

He hit him directly with his fist.

Then……

The vast mana that surged out of the whisk was scattered.

Zhen Yuanzi: "???"

Tang Sanzang stepped on Zhen Yuanzi's floating clouds, then clenched his left hand and hit Zhen Yuanzi with another left hook.

Zhen Yuanzi immediately came back to his senses and reached out to give a palm.

The fierce force immediately poured from the palm of his hand into his limbs and bones, forcing Zhen Yuanzi to take two steps back before finally stopping his retreat. His eyes when he looked at Tang Sanzang were full of incredible confusion.

This riding horse is Tang Sanzang?!

Tang Seng succeeded with one blow and did not press any further. He just said in a solemn voice: "Hurry and release my disciples."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Zhen Yuanzi frowned and looked, "Are you...really Tang Sanzang?"

Tang Monk was stunned when he heard this, "Is there anyone else pretending to be a poor monk?"

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at him suspiciously, couldn't help but calculate for a moment, and after confirming that the bald man in front of him was indeed Tang Sanzang, the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, he took a deep breath and said:

"Do you know who I am?"

"Who are you?"

"Hmph, the master of Wanshou Mountain's Five Villages Temple, Zhen Yuanzi!"

Tang Sanzang: (°ー°〃)

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi with a hint of sullenness on his face, Tang Sanzang, even though his Zen heart was as light as water, was instantly embarrassed.

You pushed someone's tree, you were picked on, and you had to beat them up?

Is there such a thing in the world?

"Amitabha, this poor monk is rude." Tang Sanzang's face turned red, he quickly bowed and joined his hands, saluting.

However, he lowered his head.

Then suddenly I realized that I was actually standing in the sky!

"ah!"

Tang Sanzang screamed in surprise, and his legs instantly became weak from fear. He slumped down and quickly hugged Zhen Yuanzi's legs.

Zhen Yuanzi was startled again.

This monk was so vigorous just now, why did he suddenly wilt?

Naturally, he didn't know that Tang Seng had made an angry move before and jumped directly onto the cloud. He was actually an ordinary person. Except for the last time when he was taken away by the yellow wind monster, he flew into the sky once and had never been more than three feet above the ground.

When the hot blood in his head dissipated, he immediately panicked.

"It's really weird."

Looking at Tang Sanzang who was pale and trembling, Zhen Yuanzi led him to the forest with a strange expression.

"Thank you, Immortal Zhenyuan."

After stepping on the ground, Tang Sanzang finally felt at ease.

"It doesn't matter, let's talk about business."

Zhen Yuanzi flicked his fly whisk and said, "I had already calculated that your master and disciples would pass by Wuzhuang Temple, and I specially asked my disciples to entertain you, but you repaid me with hatred and destroyed my ginseng fruit tree. How can I deal with this?"

"The poor monk must pay compensation!" Tang Sanzang said hurriedly.

"Compensation?" Zhen Yuanzi snorted lightly, "How to compensate?"

Tang Sanzang hesitated for a moment, "Silver?"

Zhen Yuanzi didn't say anything when he heard the words. He just waved his palm and a small mountain of silver and gold appeared on the ground.

Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang: "..."

"The spiritual stone?"

When Monkey first sold the spiritual-avoiding Buddhist robe, he exchanged part of the bear coins, silver and spiritual stones. Although Tang Monk could not use the spiritual stones, he knew from Weibo that this was a common currency for practitioners.

Zhen Yuanzi chuckled and flicked the whisk.

A hole opened in the air, and countless spiritual stones rushed out from it like a flood that burst a dam.

Tang Sanzang: "..."

"What about the magic weapon and magic weapon..."

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of various magic weapons emitting bursts of spiritual light suddenly appeared from behind Zhen Yuanzi.

And Zhen Yuanzi’s disdainful mouth with a slanted angle of 45 degrees.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang's fist hardened.

"I'll just say it straight."

Just when Tang Sanzang, who felt humiliated, was about to reason, Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves and put away all the money, spiritual stones and magic weapons, and said calmly: "This great immortal lacks nothing. If you want compensation."

"Then there's only one way."

"Bring my ginseng tree back to life!"

…

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

After telling Tang Sanzang how to compensate him, Zhen Yuanzi immediately took him back to Wuzhuang Temple and released the monkeys and others.

The monkey, who was subdued by Zhen Yuanzi with just one sleeve, became honest now.

He had a feeling.

This Zhen Yuanzi is not much weaker than Lai Fozu.

"Uh hey hey, I've met Immortal Zhenyuan!"

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi who was sitting upright with a hint of coldness on his face, Sun Wukong cupped his hands and said somewhat flatteringly.

"hehe."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the monkey, "Now do you know how to recognize people?"

"Great Immortal, you don't know something."

Sun Wukong chuckled twice, "Master, he has had a lot of troubles along the way. There are always monsters trying to harm him. It is reasonable for me, Sun, to stand in front to protect him. That's why I was a bit harsh towards Immortal Zhenyuan earlier."

Are there any monsters on this road who dare to harm Tang Sanzang?

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at the bald man sitting silently drinking tea.

Recalling the previous scene where someone shattered the magic aura with one punch and forced him back with two punches, he suddenly had a sneer on his face.

What a joke!

Tang Sanzang still needs the protection of a monkey with your Taiyi cultivation level?

It’s me who is the pinnacle quasi-sage who wants to capture him.
To be continued...