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Chapter 270 Don’t kneel down yet!

At the same time, on the Turtle Mountain, after tying the mouth of the human bag tightly, Huang Mei's eyes were slightly happy and he nodded and said.

"I was expecting to deal with a reckless, foolish person, but I didn't expect to meet a smart and insightful person.

This mortal named Tang has no Taoist skills at all, but his muscles and bones are strong, comparable to his supernatural powers.

Such a person should be my disciple. It just so happens that I have two disciples, Kong Jing, under my tutelage. I just don't know which character to give to this person?"

Thinking of this, Huang Mei pondered for a moment.

Now, he still has only two disciples, one is called Bu Neng and the other is called Bu Bai.

Although Bubai was the first one to follow Huangmei in practicing the Dharma, he was violent and crazy and liked to cut his face, so he could never be the eldest disciple.

Therefore, Huang Mei gave him a white character and made him, the eldest disciple, the fourth disciple, which just happened to be the white dragon under Jin Chan's seat.

As for not being able to...

Thinking that it was impossible, Huang Mei couldn't help but shook his head.

Among all the people under his command, this one is not the most intelligent, and he can almost defeat Huang Mei in a debate.

The main feature is nonsense!
How can such a disciple be a great disciple? If he is allowed to obtain the Dharma lineage in the future, won't it mean that one day even I will be squeezed out of the Buddhahood by him?

So, isn't this just about standing up for the weak and doing things with fists?

Then we will wrap his fist around his and teach him to meditate quietly in the snow. By the way, we will give him some ability so that he can fight against the pig under Jin Chan's command!

As for Mr. Tang this time...

Huang Mei thought for a moment and felt that this Tang Dun could perhaps be given the name of Kong and called Bukong.

After all, he has no experience in Taoism. He was born like that monkey, with iron skin and bones, a lot of training, and he also has a foul mouth.

However, if he wants him to be his eldest disciple, he will have to train him in the human bag many times before... huh?

Suddenly, Huang Mei felt the bag in his hand suddenly become lighter.

Afterwards, he quickly opened the human bag and saw at a glance that Kang Jinlong and Zhu Bajie were still going crazy, but the person he was most concerned about, Tang Dun, had disappeared!

Seeing this, Huang Mei frowned severely, then looked up at the sky and roared viciously.

"Master, didn't you say you wanted to have a good bet with me? Why are you helping this kid named Tang escape now?

Could it be that he has other extraordinary qualities, or is it that you, Master, want to win just like me?"

"Hello, man, nice to see you again~"

At this moment, Tang Dun suddenly appeared from a ball of fire and stood in front of Huang Mei.

Looking at Huang Mei who was looking up to the sky as if shouting something, Donton grinned and asked.

"You calling your daddy, man?"

"you……?"

Looking at the reappearing Donton, Huang Mei thought silently for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out how Donton walked out of the fire. What kind of inexplicable magical power was it that could make a human bag?
Looking at the silent Huang Mei, Tang Dun spread his hands and smiled.

"Why are you silent? Do you think you are also a man of destiny, man?"

"donor……"

Listening to Donton's words, Huang Mei, who was in doll form, placed his right hand in front of his chest and saluted softly.

“I have practiced for many years, but I only thought that the donor was an ordinary person, and I didn’t realize that the donor had other magical powers.

If you and I had made a bet just now, I would have lost now. But if we make another bet now, it’s not too late, not too late! "

Having said that, Huang Mei suddenly took out the golden cymbal and let it fly around his palm.

Huang Mei spoke softly while holding the golden cymbal.

"Before, I really didn't know how the donor escaped from my bag.

Now, how about you make another bet with me, whether you can continue to escape from my golden cymbal? "

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Donton grinned and then nodded.

"Betting? That's great. My mom likes betting, too.

But we have to make it clear in advance that we are not children anymore, so don't bet on anything like that to show how great you are.

How about this, I won't ask for much, if I can escape the Golden Bell, you return Kang Jinlong and Bajie to me, and if I can't escape the Golden Bell, then you can bet whatever you want."

"No, no..." Huang Mei shook his head quickly after hearing what Donton said.

He just explained softly.

"When you bet on something, you have to make sure it's balanced. The bet I'm making to you is that if you lose, you'll surrender to me and become my founding disciple, and you'll get the Dharma name Kong.

In this way, the bet I win is only for the donor, but the donor wants to win against both of us, no way!"

After he finished speaking, he threw the bag of human race in his left hand and continued with a smile.

"So, the donor please choose one person, my disciple Kang Jinlong, or Marshal Tianpeng!"

"Of course it's Long Niang. Tian Peng will talk later. Old Man Huang Mei, let's finish one round. There's still one more round to go!

You don't really think you can win, do you? "

Having said that, Donton grinned, then jumped into the sky and signaled Huangmei to throw out the golden cymbal.

Looking at the fearless Downton, Huang Mei frowned, but he couldn't figure out how Downton could escape.

His golden cymbal cannot be escaped by ordinary means. Only a person as great as Buddha can be fearless.

Is there a Buddha with a mouth full of curse words floating in front of me?
What a joke!
Thinking of this, Huang Mei snorted and threw the golden cymbal in his hand out.

The golden cymbal suddenly grew larger and instantly trapped Donton inside.

After trapping Donton, he used his magic power to control the golden cymbal and clamped it in the mountains.

At the same time, Donton stood in the golden cymbal and stretched out his iron fist towards the golden cymbal.

A moment later...

boom! ! !
Huang Mei was suddenly startled. He had never heard such a loud sound from a golden cymbal in his life!

Even the monkey in the past, when his magic iron hit the golden cymbal, the sound it made was far less than that of today!
Who on earth is this Donton?
At the same time, Donton also covered his ears in pain in the golden cymbals.

Damn it, this golden cymbal is really solid. Even with my full strength punch, it couldn't break. Instead, it made me dizzy!
But the key point is, Huang Mei, do you know who you are betting with?

Thinking of this, Donton chuckled and then took a step forward.

Outside Jinluo, Huang Mei was silently looking at Jinluo, who had calmed down again, thinking about what to say.

But right before his eyes, a ball of fire suddenly appeared.

Looking at Donton who was standing in front of him again, Huang Mei couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then looked at Jin Lu in disbelief!

After a glance, Huang Mei turned to Donton and growled in a low voice.

"You actually won... You actually won!

But how can you win, and how dare you win!

Even my Junior Brother Jin Chan can't beat me no matter how many bets we make!

No one in this world can beat me, only because I understand etiquette, am familiar with economics, and can see through the fickleness of human nature and the causes of the world!
But you just...won?"

Having said this, Huang Mei's expression changed completely, and even his body shape changed.

Accompanied by the north wind and thunder, the figure of the boy with yellow eyebrows disappeared in the blink of an eye, and instantly turned into a huge man with a thick beard hanging on his big belly.

With his mouth wide open, Huang Mei took a deep breath and continued to yell at Donton.

"Master, you are misleading me!

I should have thought of it earlier. Apart from my master, who else could escape from this bag and the golden cymbal?

Master, Master, you have told me about Buddhism for several lifetimes, but I have only seen people worshiping Buddha, but have never seen Buddha worshiping people!

If there is right and wrong in the world, then what is right and what is wrong!
Master, since you are the future, why doesn't Tathagata worship you? But you and I worship that shit Tathagata!"

Having said that, Huang Mei suddenly took out a short mace from his bag.

In an instant, the mace smashed towards Donton's head!
Facing the blow from Huang Mei, Donton grinned and spoke.

"Why do you still think of me as your master? So no matter how proud you are, you still think your master can beat you. So why are you still so proud?"

At this point, Donton raised his right hand and grabbed the short stick filled with wind, thunder, and sound!
While blocking Huang Mei's short stick head-on, Donton shook his head and continued to laugh.

“However, you are quite right about one thing.

There is no such thing as you being right or wrong, I only see who is strong and who is weak!

If I am stronger than Tathagata, then it is better to worship me than Tathagata!!!
Huang Mei, why don't you kneel down!!!"

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