Chapter 392: : drunk

"You are definitely not a golden scorpion."
The Buddha who came to the east quickly and categorically said: "What is the courage of the golden scorpion?
The young monk just said that the Buddha is a coffin, how could it be the golden scorpion of the singular promise.
"Who are you?"
Ask the Buddha from the east.
"I am a golden scorpion."
Kim said, "I didn't know Buddha."
He said indifferently: "The Buddha is a coffin, and the Buddhas of Lingshan are all."
The Buddha came to see him for a while, but he did not expect such a bold monk in the world.
"But it."
The Buddha came out from the east to take out the human bag: "You are so bold, I will take you back to see the Buddha."
"Receive!"
He threw the human bag into the sky.
The human bag quickly became bigger and turned into a huge suction vortex, covering the golden scorpion.
"Amitabha."
The golden scorpion is folded in both hands and is not afraid.
The huge suction pulled up the dirt and vegetation at his feet, but the feet of the golden scorpion stood on the ground like the old trees, and they were not affected.
"Master, your human bag is not valid for him!"
The young monk was shocked. For the first time, he saw that the genius bag of the Eastern Buddha was not able to attract people.
It’s strange to come to the Buddha in the east.
Once he opened this kind of bag, even the Buddha could hardly escape.
Although Jin Zizi is an apprentice of the Buddha, he has a strong mana, but he has no mana but is not good at using it. He is a nerd and cannot resist.
"He really isn't a golden scorpion."
The Buddha’s heart is more and more affirmed in the East.
He also recited a spell, and a golden light flew out of his waist. It was Jin Hao.
Jin Hao flew into the air, suddenly red light like electricity, shot on the golden scorpion, the golden scorpion brows slightly wrinkled, the body has a light, blocking the red light.
When the Buddha came to the East to recite the mantra, Jin Jin quickly became bigger, split into two, and went to the golden scorpion.
The golden scorpion does not move like a mountain.
Two gold routs were beside him, blocked by the body of the fairy, and they did not move in.
The Buddha came to the east and noticed an abnormality.
"come back!"
He took back the human bag and the golden plaque and looked at the golden scorpion and asked, "What magic weapon do you have?"
"A monkey hair."
Jin Zizi answered.
"... Monkey hair?"
The Buddha came to the east and said, "Who?"
After asking this question, he immediately felt that he was stupid.
In addition to Sun Wukong, who else's hair is so powerful.
The Buddha came to the east and turned away.
"Why don't you fight?"
Asked Jin Zizi.
"You and me are all chess pieces."
Donglai Buddha said: "It doesn't make sense to fight again."
Jin Zizi thought about it, this is also true.
He followed the East to Buddha: "The relic seems to be far away."
"The lanterns of Buddha are darkened."
The little monk also said.
The light of the Buddha's lanterns is rapidly dimming, indicating that the world's relics are moving away from here.
At a fork, the steps of the East Buddha and the Golden Scorpion suddenly stopped.
"left."
"right."
The two said at the same time.
The Buddha came to see the golden scorpion in the east: "The relic is not a thing, but a manifestation of the power of a world."
"We are looking for each other."
Jin Zizi went on to say: "If you don't find him, you will have to waste a few years."
"It is extremely true."
The east came to the Buddha and nodded, then went to the left.
The golden scorpion walked to the right. When walking through the grass, the grass shook slightly, and the shadow remained in the dew of the grass.
"Master, which side is it?"
The little monk on the left asked Donglai Buddha.
"The Buddha said it was on the left."
The Buddha came to the east and said that the direction of the lantern is on the left. It is correct to act in this direction.
"What if it is on the right?"
The little monk asked again.
"Then grab it."
The Buddha came to the east and replied: "The monk is not my opponent. If I find a relic, I will be able to grab it."
As he spoke, he wrote two words on his hand.
One word of 'turning' disappeared on the ground, and the other word of 'wind' turned into a breeze, and the golden scorpion chased the past.
The Buddha came to the east and said: "It is not the arrival of Sun Wukong, the monk must not beat me."
"But Master, you can't even solve the hair of Sun Wukong."
The little monk said.
"nonsense!"
The Buddha from the east came to Shen: "That is Master is not serious!"
He is the future master of Buddhism, and his power is invincible. How can he not beat a hair?
The East Buddha and the little monk soon went away.
Soon after, Ding and seven spiders came here.
"Which side?"
The spiders looked around and didn't know where to go.
Ding slowed down from the moment, took out the pointer and calculated it, then pointed to the left: "This side."
The spiders took the lead and walked to the left.
But not far from the left, Ding slow found that they lost their way.
"This road is weird!"
The spiders said.
"We broke into the puzzle."
Ding replied: "I have to find a way to go out."
However, it was simple. They spent two hours in the puzzle before they successfully went out.
Out of the puzzle, Ding slow found that there was a ‘transfer’ on the ground, which was the word that allowed them to turn for two hours.
The seven spiders were so angry that they erased the words.
"Someone must make it bad, let's go chase the guy!"
They said.
"No."
Ding said slowly: "There must be traps in front, we and other people, and God."
"I can't wait."
Seven spiders replied: "They want to stop those vultures, only we have the chance to find relics."
"Hey, look!"
They suddenly noticed that there were some acquaintances in the distance.
"Isn't that a vulture?"
The spiders found rafts and virgins, as well as other small sages trapped on the right side of the road.
"They even chased it!"
Ding was a little surprised and then asked: "Who is the person who tied them?"
In front of those shami, there was a young monk who tied the shamans to the trees.
"You don't understand, I will teach you."
The monk spoke while holding the rattan to beat the sand, and even the raft and the virgin were not let go.
"Lingshan is in chaos?"
Ding slowly saw this scene, could not help but wonder.
"Who is like a monk of the elders of Kim Jong?"
At this time, White Horse also asked: "Is he also a Huaguoshan?"
Seven spiders looked at it with a look: "Do you know the kite brother?"
"of course."
The white horse nodded: "I have seen the portraits of all the beautiful men in Huaguoshan."
It has not only seen those beautiful men, but also their stories and personalities.
"This monk is more aggressive than the elders of the Golden Jubilee."
White horse said.
"But he is a kite brother."
Seven spiders answered.
The white horse screamed: "How did the elders of the golden eagle become this look?"
"We drunk him."
The spiders replied: "After being drunk, he becomes this look."