When the Master of Bliss is reincarnated as a Tang Monk

Chapter 28

"What...?" Monk Sha didn't seem to have fully woken up from his sleep. Although his eyes are open now looking at Zhu Bajie, who knows where his consciousness is still wandering, he just repeated Zhu Bajie in a daze. Then, "Master...?"

Zhu Bajie let out a "tsk", and circled around the room anxiously, feeling that something was wrong.

It's like this, in the journey of the four masters and apprentices to learn Buddhist scriptures, there is actually a very clear division of responsibilities.Almost everything—whether it is land reclamation, fighting, or many other messy chores, large and small, are all handled by Monkey King.

And what Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha need to do is nothing more than leading the horse and carrying the burden on weekdays.At most, it's just that when Sun Wukong has something to do and can't get away for the time being, the two of them can help out, or take care of the master, and do these logistical and lay-by jobs.

Right now, since Monkey King went to the Banjiao Cave to find Princess Iron Fan to grind the fan softly, what Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha need to do is to protect the master until Monkey King solves everything and comes back, that's all.

But what happened now?

Master is gone.

Such a big master is gone!

This is simply a big problem.

Zhu Bajie's eyes looked a little desperate, he could have guessed that his skin might not be enough for Monkey King to peel off.

He paced back and forth in the room several times, and finally patted his thigh and gritted his teeth, as if he had made some very important decision.

"That's it, Junior Brother Sha." Zhu Bajie said to Monk Sha, "Before that monkey comes back, let's split into two groups to find out the whereabouts of Master."

"He must be one step ahead to bring Master back, otherwise, you and I will have a hard time, and we will all have to suffer!"

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Tong Mo didn't know how much pressure Zhu Bajie had to survive by leaving alone without considering any consequences and without notifying anyone.

Of course, even if you know it, you probably won't care much.

He is currently wrapped in ice crystals, falling continuously in the magma.Surrounded by rolling lava, the trance gives people the illusion that this journey seems endless.

In fact, the lower one goes down in the magma, the hotter the temperature becomes.

Fortunately, Tong Mo's ability to manipulate frost, as well as his own strength, seem to be growing rapidly along with the falling process, and he can actually threaten the balance all the time, keeping Tong Mo in an absolutely safe temperature range. It won't be melted into the magma in an instant, and there won't even be a single bit of bone residue left.

This crater is like a huge melting pot, and the child mill thrown into it is a "device" waiting to be melted and forged.

Before the final result appears, no one can say whether he will be silenced or sublimated, fallen or reborn.

This process seems to have lasted for a long time, but in a certain sense of time measurement, it seems to be just a short time.

All in all, Tong Mo finally reached the end and "landed" at the bottom of this lava pool.

Contrary to imagination, under the overlapping waves of magma, there is actually a small piece of special, magma-free space that has been opened up.

And in the very center of this space, there is a precious orb floating.

The orb is shell-white and shiny all over, but if you observe it from different angles, you can see the colorful splendor reflected on it.

"Bang bang", "bang bang".

The feeling that had made Tong Mo almost uncontrollable before was now even more turbulent, clamoring in this body, asking Tong Mo to go forward and get it immediately.

The heart was beating violently, even to the point where Tong Mo wondered if it would jump out of his chest in the next moment.

"Is this the Buddha bone relic?"

Tong Mo stretched out his hand and held this precious orb in his palm—it went so smoothly that Tong Mo himself felt a little unbelievable. He thought it would take more effort to get such a precious thing. is.

"Is this it, System?"

Tong Mo held the relic in his hands and played with it, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart, as if a long-lost piece of the puzzle was finally filled, and since then it has been perfectly fitted, leaving no gaps.

[Yes. ] The system replied, [This should belong to you originally. ]

Tong Mo paused slightly when he was playing with the relic.

"belong to me?"

With a strange look on his face, he repeated the sentence in a strange tone, and suddenly laughed out loud without warning.

He was laughing so excitedly and too hard that his whole body was rolling forward and backward because of this, which made people wonder whether he would fall down because of his unstable standing in the next second.The whole body carries an extreme, crazy color.

Since he was resurrected from the dead, Tong Mo has been extremely well-behaved and obedient to the arrangements of the system. He never crossed the threshold. He simply did what the system said. It is hard to imagine that he used human beings as his own. Prey, cruel and terrible evil spirits.

But now, he has finally torn off the lamb-like docile camouflage on the surface, revealing the sharpness that belongs to Shang Xian Er underneath, and bared all his fangs towards the system.

"You seem to have lied to me a lot, System."

Tong Mo's tone carried a chilling, overly gentle tone, and if you discern carefully, there was even a little bit of a smile in it.

"Why can you tell me so swearingly... As a [ghost] that eats people, I can mark the most important and holy part of a Buddha without any hindrance?"

Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did, or that he would be criticized by others, but Tong Mo was more or less aware that if judged by the values ​​of the general public, he could never be a [good person].

On this point, Tong Mo is rare to have such self-knowledge.

But now, I want to tell him that the Buddha bone relic of a born Buddha will actually become "his thing"?

Tong Mo almost wanted to laugh out loud because of such a thing.

Ahhh, he remembered that in the Ghost Killing Squad, there seemed to be "pillars" of devotion to Buddhism, right?

I really want the other party to listen and take a look!This is really an interesting thing, isn't it!

Tong Mo didn't think it was a good thing to get a big deal, on the contrary, although he was laughing, he felt some kind of extremely strong ridicule and a little bit of anger at being teased.

So Tong Mo laughed loudly: "Tell me, System, what are you? What is the purpose of bringing me into this world and doing these boring actions?"

However, the system did not answer Tong Mo's question.

It just sighs, like a human: [Go ahead. ]

[Don't you ever feel empty?Don't you ever feel bored?Have you ever doubted the meaning of your existence? ]

[Go on, and at the end of this journey, you will be able to get the answer. ]

Tong Mo laughed, and was about to say something more, but felt that the Buddha bone relic in his hand became extremely hot in an instant.

He pondered for a while, then raised the relic to the light above his head, and looked up.Those colorful rays of light fell into his eyes, as if covering his pupils with a layer of colorful brilliance.

...Or, it wasn't just the light falling on it.

As if being drawn by the light, Tong Mo's dark pupils, which were originally obsidian-like in color, transformed little by little, and finally turned into radiant glazed pupils.

The temperature of the Buddha bone relic in his hand had reached an astonishing level. Tong Mo shook his hand, but he couldn't hold it firmly, and the Buddha bone relic fell off immediately—it fell straight into Tong Mo's right eye.

"hiss……"

Tong Mo raised his hand and covered his eyes.It was obviously such a big bead, but it melted like a stream of water, and then completely became a part of his eyeball.

Together with this Buddha bone relic, what entered Tong Mo's body was a powerful force, which walked among his limbs and bones, but possessed a strange kind of docility, which did not cause any harm or impact to him.

For a moment, Tong Mo felt that Sanskrit and Buddhist music rang in his ears again, and golden lotus and auspicious clouds spread out layer upon layer in front of his eyes. It was a grand occasion that was far beyond what words could describe.

He was holding a folding fan in his hand and holding a Buddhist bead. There were golden blood stains on the bead, or gathered into a flowing stream, dripping along the edge of the fan.

"My beloved disciple, my Buddha son."

The huge Buddha on the head lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why do you have to stand on the opposite side with me?"

Tong Mo heard the body he was attached to let out an extremely dull laughter from the chest: "Master...then why do you insist that I follow your Dharma? Why can't I be allowed to have different ideas and thoughts?" think?"

"You are my disciple. It is I who raised you from a small boy to today. Teach you the depth of Buddhism and the insight into the world."

"You should belong to my sect, and walk down the path I prepared for you... What is there to doubt and ask?"

The owner of the body then laughed.

"However, I also want to take a different path."

"Master...no, Buddha."

"I don't want to be the golden cicada in your palm anymore."