Chapter 197 The Whereabouts of Lao Wu

Chapter 197 The whereabouts of Lao Wu

"Several donors, this is an important place for Buddhism, don't break into it by force!"

At this time, several monks stopped in front of Ye Fan and others.

"Bald Donkey, do you dare to stop your Grandpa Sun?"

When Sun Wukong saw these monks, he immediately became ferocious and started beating them with a stick.

The few monks who were standing in front of them were all turned into blood mist when swept away by the golden hoop.

With one step, he rushed into the temple.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

In an instant, there was a long ringing of bells, and the work continued!

A tall and majestic Tutu appeared, with his hair bound in gold bands, and walked out of the temple, shouting, "Who dares to invade the pure land of Buddhism!"

Then, a golden hoop suddenly appeared in front of him, hitting him in an overwhelming manner.

"It's your grandpa!"

puff!

With a sudden sound, half of Toutuo's body was shattered.

His body flew backwards like a cannonball.

"Dang Dang Dang!!"

The bells in the temple became more and more intensive, and the monks' noises rose and fell.

Suddenly, the temple was in chaos.

"Who dares to commit murder in my Buddhist pure land? How presumptuous!"

From the inner hall of the temple, an old man wearing cassock suddenly appeared.

With a wave of his palm, boundless energy gathered.

The magic power was so vast that it blew the old man's robes loudly.

A big golden palm print formed on his chest and moved towards Sun Wukong to suppress it.

Next to him, the Bull Demon King stepped out, and at some point, he already held two large axes in his hands.

"Boom boom boom!"

The giant ax struck at the golden palm print, bursting out with endless energy.

A semicircular arc of Yuanli light wave formed in the void.

Along with the loud noise, the magnificent temple building in front of it was blown into ashes.

"Bald donkey, give your grandpa grandpa another stick!"

A golden cudgel appeared in front of the old monk again, and the residual power of the ax just now had not yet been resolved.

Now there was a new wave of attacks, and the old monk almost missed the attack.

Even so, his body was swept away by the golden hoop.

He fell into the ruins of the temple behind him.

At this time, the old monk's cassock had become tattered, and his mouth was still vomiting blood.

He was in such a state of embarrassment that if it hadn't been for the blessing of the surrounding thoughts, he would have been saved directly.

"If you want to resist the two of us by yourself, you really overestimate your capabilities." Sun Wukong said calmly.

His stick just now had not yet used all its strength to sweep away the enemy.

If this were not the case, I am afraid that the entire temple would cease to exist now.

"You, who are you, and why do you want to come to my temple to commit murder?"

The old monk stood up with difficulty and asked Sun Wukong and the others.

Then, Ye Fan took a step forward, took out a ray of energy from the old monk, and asked him:

"Have you ever met the owner of this qi machine? If you don't tell the truth, you can go see your Buddha now."

The old monk deliberately refused to answer Ye Fan's question.

But after hearing the second half of the sentence, the old monk could only tell the truth.

"This is an evil spirit. Why are you looking for him?"

"Evil? Haha, this is my apprentice. If he is an evil, then I am the magician!"

After getting the information they wanted from the old monk, Ye Fan and others turned and left.

And the old monk passed away on the spot not long after Ye Fan and the others left.

It was good that he didn't sit down on the spot after enduring an attack from Sun Wukong and the Bull Demon King.

Although it is blessed by the power of mind in the temple.

However, he still couldn't hold on for long.

"The devil has entered the Western Region, this is not a good sign."

The old monk left these words and closed his eyes forever.

Ye Fan and his party came out of the temple and shot in a certain direction.

Entering the Western Region again, Ye Fan suddenly remembered the apprentice he had accepted here.

"My apprentice seems to be in this area as well."

Ye Fan murmured in his heart and looked at Sun Wukong with a mysterious smile.

Gein, the disciple he took in, was named very similar to Sun Wukong's master in his previous life.

It’s called Jin Chanzi, and Sun Wukong’s previous master, Tang Xuanzang, was also called this name before he was reincarnated.

There is certainly a hint of Ye Fan's bad taste in this.

However, now in this continent of gods and demons, the two masters and apprentices seem to be reunited?

Feeling Ye Fan's smile, Sun Wukong had goosebumps all over the place.

I don’t know what my master is planning.

"Master, what is your look like?"

Sun Wukong always felt that his master was planning something behind his back that would make him feel numb.

"It's nothing. I once accepted a disciple here, named Jin Chanzi. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will introduce him to you."

Ye Fan said calmly.

Jin Chanzi

After hearing these three words, three black lines appeared on Sun Wukong's forehead.

Sure enough, it was really the master's bad taste.

It didn't take long.

Ye Fan and his party of four came to a town.

Although this town is not big, the smell of fireworks is still very strong.

In fact, the Western world is not all temples.

This place is sparsely populated, except for the temples, there are these small towns.

There are some residents living in the town.

After so many years, the town in front of me has not changed at all.

It’s just that the residents here are probably not the same group as before.

"I hope my disciple is still here."

Ye Fan was not sure that his disciple was still alive.

I remember that when Ye Fan came here, this guy was still a little kid who only knew how to catch fish and fish.

Moreover, his cultivation qualifications are very average.

When Ye Fan taught him many skills, his performance was mediocre.

Therefore, Ye Fan left him the magical power of the Tathagata Palm and massive resources.

Then Ye Fan left the Western World.

This time when he returned to his old place, Ye Fan did not use his spiritual consciousness to scan.

Instead, he led Sun Wukong and his party into the town.

After walking for a while, I discovered an antique building.

It was built by Ye Fan himself.

“I didn’t expect that this building still exists here.”

Ye Fan waved his hand gently and removed the barrier on the building.

He walked in with a few people.

There is no one inside this house, but there is such a line of words carved on the innermost wall.

It probably means Jin Chanzi, Ye Fan’s disciple.

He has already cultivated Tathagata Divine Palm to the ninth level.

Because I couldn't make a breakthrough, I wandered around looking for opportunities to make a breakthrough.

After reading this line of writing, Ye Fan felt a little emotional.

I didn’t expect that his registered disciple didn’t have very good qualifications.

But you can practice the Tathagata Palm technique to the ninth level.

The Tathagata Divine Palm Kung Fu is not the kind of Kung Fu found in the martial arts world.

But a real great supernatural power.

If I can cultivate to the peak, I will be the Buddha, and the Buddha will be me, which can be said to be very domineering.