"Jin Chanzi, you didn't let me carry the load for a week, you rode your horse, and you should do this..."

As Maitreya Buddha smiled happily on his face and his mouth slightly opened, he sent some words into the ears of the Huangmei King. The Huangmei King maintained the posture of the Buddha, and the vast Buddhist voice echoed in the "Little Leiyin Temple".

"Seng Tang, since you have made up your mind and thought about it for decades when you entered my empty gate and have never violated the precepts. You are dedicated to the Buddha, and you have come from the Tang Dynasty in the East to express your devoutness to me. I will give him another chance for this matter of Sun Wukong..."

After a pause, the Huangmei King completely listened to the second half of the sentence passed by Maitreya Buddha, and then continued to proclaim.

"Originally, this splashing monkey will be suppressed in the golden bulb and will be chanted by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Since you want to save him and have received it on your behalf, you can do so. Then, you can carry this golden bulb down the mountain yourself."

Carrying a golden tart...going down the mountain?

There is no doubt that this can be said to be a complete punishment and torture for an ordinary human race.

It should be noted that the golden flask is now like a car, completely exceeding the power and ability that ordinary humans can have innately.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng's expressions became a little strange.

Perhaps others don’t know about the master, but they have followed Tang Sanzang for so many years and still have some clear understanding of Tang Sanzang’s abilities.

Whether it was a punch that broke Zhen Yuanzi's "Cantonese in the Sleeve" magical power from the inside, or the easy lifting of the giant mountain that King Silverhorn brought to, it was enough to show that the master's arms, who looked soft, gentle, and without any magical power, was earth-shaking.

Perhaps such a small golden flask is not heavier than a fly on his forehead.

When Tang Sanzang heard this, his brow frowned slightly and said, "I am only an ordinary person, and he has no magical powers and magic powers. He does not know the changes in Tongxuan. His arms are only eight feet wide. How can I bear the golden flask? "

"What can I do if my Buddhist disciple has some difficulties?"

According to the words of Maitreya Buddha, the Huangmei King repeated the story.

However, the Yellow-Browed King seemed to hear some pleasure in Maitreya Buddha's tone?

Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng on the side were sensible. They hurried to the side of Jin Zhu and said repeatedly, "Master, let's carry it."

"No!"

At this moment, two Buddha lights fell from the sky, holding Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng, and the voice of the Huangmei King was slower.

"This is a test for Tang Monk, but it is to prove whether he is sincere and others cannot help him."

"Amitabha, Bajie, Sha Seng, don't do it. This gold bulb is very heavy, but I am willing to bear it with all my strength, even if I am crushed into powder by it, I am willing to do it."

After saying that, Tang Sanzang rolled up his sleeves slightly, tied his loose simple white monk's robe a little tightly, and placed his hands on the edge of the golden bulb.

Then……

Tang Sanzang suddenly exerted force, and at a speed that both the Golden Biao and Maitreya Buddha could not react, he raised the golden biao of the Golden Biao, which was like a car, and the golden biao of the monkey. His posture was no more difficult than raising an inflatable doll.

Suddenly, just as the "Tathagata Buddha" and many fake Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras and others were stunned on the small treasure hall, a fly, no matter what kind of species, broke into the small treasure hall, and after wandering around for a few times, it landed on Tang Sanzang's nose.

In this situation...how can a normal human race endure it?

Immediately, Tang Sanzang pulled down his hand and gracefully drove the fly towards the direction of the Yellow-Browed King. He scratched his nose slightly, and then he put his hand back on the golden flask again.

...

Buddha, demon.

"Seng Tang, did you say you don't have supernatural powers?" Huangmei asked subconsciously.

Tang Sanzang replied with difficulty only on his compassionate and calm face. "I am born with divine power, but I really don't have supernatural powers."

After a pause, Tang Sanzang continued, "Amitabha, I will go down the mountain and return to the Dongtu Tang Dynasty. After it has improved its health, I will definitely let my descendants come to ask my Buddha for the true scriptures. I will take this as a vow for generations and will never forget it."

Then, Tang Sanzang, wearing a plain white monk's robe, showed difficulty on his face. Regrettably, he turned around and left helplessly, grabbed the edge of the golden turtle with both hands and walked out of the Xiaoxiong Temple, while Bailongma, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng followed closely behind.

Unfortunately, things in the world are almost unsatisfactory. Just after Tang Sanzang stepped away from the door of Xiaoxiong Temple with his right foot, when Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng stepped out of the door at the same time, a huge sound suddenly sounded behind him.

"Amitabha Buddha, bold Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng, right is the right, left is the evil, and left is the first to leave the hall gate with his left foot, which is disrespectful to my Buddha!"

As the words fell, Tang Sanzang and his stroll turned their heads and looked at this statement, but they found that the "Tathagata Buddha" sitting cross-legged and touched him, grabbed a cloth bag and threw it towards Tang Sanzang.

I saw the cloth bag rising out of thin air, and it was seventy-sixth of similarity to Zhen Yuanzi's power that "the universe in his sleeve" was used, and his endless suction was shrouded on Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng with endless suction.

However, what made Tang Sanzang's eyes condense at this moment was a lamp that revealed in the original position after the cloth bag was thrown in the air.

Baolian Lantern?!

Tang Sanzang recognized the lamp almost instantly. Perhaps the deity had never really touched the lamp, but his mind was hard to calm down. Out of curiosity, he put the Baolian lamp in his hands and played back and forth many times, and he could feel every detail on it clearly, which was very familiar.

Why is the Lotus Lantern brought by the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan intimately here?

wrong!

Combined with the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, she has not seen any trace for several months and has not returned to Mount Hua for a long time.

Tang Sanzang came to the conclusion almost instantly: The Three Holy Mother Yang Chan is in their hands?!

“Cruff!”

At this moment, he was wandering around the country of rituals with Supreme Treasures. He was in a state of inquiries about the news about the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, and the mask on his face suddenly cracked a little, followed by a "bang".

This has been the end of the period of time when the "Bao Lotus Lantern" pattern mask used to cover itself.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang's original place was as rational as possible, but all the anger was revealed by the body of Nanyang, and even some could not control the force. The airflow that was breathed out in peace and unintentionally completely destroyed the mask blessed by the Baolou Lantern.

"Master of Ideology, what's wrong?" asked Supreme Treasure, who was secretly concerned but seemed absent-minded on the surface.

The "light of the right way" on his body showed his mind that was difficult to calm down, and he said word by word.
Chapter completed!