Prehistoric: My mythical Daluo was exposed by my sister Daji

Chapter 616: Is it too late to hug my legs now?

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and said to Tang Monk:

"How about we make a bet?

Tang Monk asked curiously:"What are you betting on?""

Sun Wukong:

"Just bet on whether there are many real monks in this Guanyin Temple or fake ones. If there are really many monks, from now on I will help you choose and pay homage. But if there are many fake monks, you are not allowed to chant sutras during meals in the future."

Tang Seng had to recite a long section of the fasting mantra before eating every time. Sun Wukong had long been impatient.

Tang Seng thought for a while and said:

"Originally, monks should not bet with others, but since this matter is related to the reputation of Buddhism, the poor monk naturally cannot sit idly by. I'll make this bet with you. There are more than a hundred monks, large and small, in this Guanyin Zen Monastery. The poor monk cannot believe that so many monks are just like the old master who is greedy for vanity and does not know the true meaning of Buddhism.

Sun Wukong smiled and said:"Then it's settled." Tang

Monk nodded,"If you fail to prove that there are many fake monks in Guanyin Temple before we leave tomorrow, then you have lost.""

This is a coincidence.

Even if all the monks in Guanyin Temple are really fake monks, Sun Wukong cannot prove it overnight. Sun Wukong did not refute, but readily agreed.

Tang Monk saw Sun Wukong Agreeing, he couldn't help but smile in his heart, and ignored Sun Wukong. He began to take out the wooden fish and rosary beads, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

"You said that Sun Wukong and Tang Seng bet, who wins and who loses in the end?"

Someone asked in the Westward Journey discussion group.

A Duobao rat:

"Naturally, Monk Tang won. The monks in Guanyin Temple chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name every day. How could there be so many fake monks?"

Wholesale and retail elixir:"I think Sun Wukong will win. Monks are a group of people who seek fame and reputation."

Professional maintenance of Xiantian Lingbao:

"I think Sun Wukong wins. As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Elder Jinchi is so greedy for vanity. How can other monks be better? Just as the Tathagata of Buddhism is a domestic slave with three surnames, how can Buddhism as a whole be any better?"

When Tathagata saw the news about professional repairs, his face was deformed with anger.

You are a slave of the third surname! Who dares to slander me like this?

Aren't you afraid that I will save you?

There are more than one Baoshu:"@professional repair Xiantian Lingbao, slander, this is naked slander. Tathagata Buddha saves all sentient beings, illuminates the world in all directions, and achieves immeasurable merit. How can a child like you be able to comment on this!"

Big-belly Rongren (Maitreya):"Everyone in the Buddhist sect is compassionate and takes it as their duty to save the common people. There are only a very small number of people who are as greedy and vain as Elder Jinchi."

Praise my true name to achieve transcendence (Guanyin):"It's the ultimate, it's the ultimate. Sun Wukong has decided to take on the responsibility. Tai Er Zhenren:"

Sun Wukong will definitely win.""

Buddhism and Taoism were at loggerheads.

Daji was a master who did not take things too seriously. When she saw how fiercely the two parties were fighting, she immediately suggested.

My brother is a big bad guy:

"Since you all hold your own opinions and no one is convinced, I think you might as well make a bet, so why bother talking so fast?"

"This is a good note."Xiao Sizi also sent a message.

Wholesale and retail elixirs:"Just bet, I'm afraid some people are like Mo Lishou and refuse to admit their losses."

Zhi Duobao Shu:"Just don't deny it yourself."

Daji's eyes lit up, and she suddenly thought of something, and she quickly sent a message:

"How about you bet on thirty catties of Xiang? Whoever loses will get thirty catties of Xiang."

Xiao Sizi:"Okay, okay. Clap JPG."

Tathagata:"……"

Taishang Laojun:"……"

Fuyuan Immortal:"……"

Everyone was speechless for a while. This suggestion was really wicked.

Wholesale and retail elixirs:"I'm willing to bet on a low-grade innate Ganoderma lucidum, and Sun Wukong will win."

As for Chixiang, forget it.

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens!

The lessons learned from Mo Li Shou are still fresh in my mind!

Not to be outdone, Tathagata said:"I am also willing to bet on a low-grade congenital Polygonum multiflorum. Tang Monk wins.""

"……"

Buddhism and Taoism immediately placed bets on each other.

Originally, there were some ordinary people who wanted to join in the fun, but when they saw that these people were betting with innate spiritual roots, they were all shocked.

"I, Cao, are all bosses."

"I can’t imagine using my innate spiritual roots for betting."

"Boss, is it too late to hug your legs now?"

"I'm not as spineless as you, looking for someone to hug you everywhere. I have decided that I will only hug the big devil's thighs in this life."

"Who doesn’t want to hug the big devil’s thighs? But I’m not qualified!"

"……" night.

When Tang Monk had rested, suddenly, he was woken up by Sun Wukong.

"Shh."

When Sun Wukong saw Tang Seng wake up, he immediately made a shushing gesture to him.

Tang Seng asked in a low voice:"Why did you wake me up?"

While speaking, he tightened his clothes.

Sun Wukong doesn't have that kind of hobby, right?

Afraid!

Sun Wukong whispered:"Listen carefully."

Tang Monk listened carefully.

He suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the house, and there was also a faint light flickering outside.

"What's going on outside?"He asked Sun Wukong doubtfully.

Sun Wukong grabbed Tang Seng's arm and jumped up to the beam.

"You can see for yourself."Sun Wukong said jokingly.

Tang Monk looked out through the window.

There were some torches outside, illuminating the night, so Tang Monk could vaguely see what was going on outside.

Outside, he saw sixty or seventy bald monks holding their arms. Firewood was quietly placed around the walls where they lived

"Why do they come to carry firewood at night?"Tang Seng said strangely.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng as if he was an idiot and said,"Of course it's to keep us warm.

Tang Monk still didn't understand:"It's not very cold today, so why should I stay warm?" Sun

Wukong didn't want to talk to the fool any more, and said impatiently:"You will know it just by looking at it.""

Tang Seng just watched silently.

After a while, a group of monks piled firewood outside the room where Tang Seng lived.

Then, only one monk whispered:

"Pour the sesame oil."

So, about ten more monks carried several jars of sesame oil to the outside of the house, and then poured the sesame oil on the firewood.

At this time, Tang Monk finally understood what these people wanted to do.

"He, they, they want to burn us."He looked at Sun Wukong in horror, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Why do they want to burn us?"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows with a sneer and said:

"Why else? Of course it's to plot your brocade cassock."

"this……"Tang Seng looked complicated and didn't know what to say.