Chapter 1218 Need Money

Seeing Tang Seng's serious expression, Xie Zijing was both angry and helpless, and was at a loss for words for a while.

Her eyes dimmed in an instant. It turned out that the person she had always loved had no impression of her.

At this moment, she felt that something was broken, maybe it was that obsession.

Once for him, the world was turned upside down, and he was chased and killed by the Tathagata, and he hid in the Pipa Cave in panic for so many years. In the end, he didn't even have the slightest impression!

With her lonely eyes closed, a sense of powerlessness came over her, making her whole body feel like she was going to collapse.

"if···"

After a moment of silence, the scorpion spirit wanted to say something, but felt that it was meaningless, so she stopped in time, turned around and left.

Tang Seng saw her disappointment and saw her leaving disappointed, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, relieved, he let out a long breath.

"Why hasn't Wukong come yet? Hurry up and save the teacher."

Tang Seng muttered, "Is it hard to find here? It's been a long time and I haven't found it yet."

Or send him a message yourself.

Thinking of this, Tang Seng took out his mobile phone in his pocket, but after searching for a long time, there was nothing!

Wucao, where is the poor monk's cell phone?

Can the people of the Three Realms survive without mobile phones?

The most important thing is that there are many phone numbers and personal privacy on the poor monk's mobile phone!

It would be too bad if someone picked it up!

He immediately searched along the original path in a hurry, but he couldn't find it!

It's over, it's over!

Back in the room, Scorpion was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, staring blankly at the phone in front of him, on which a number kept jumping: "Wukong."

She asked the little goblin to secretly take this phone while Tang Seng was not looking.

The reason is that he is afraid that he will contact the outside world.

Finally undisturbed, she pressed the speakerphone and listened attentively.

"Master, where are you, Master? It's a goblin who captured you, can you tell? Or you can post your location!"

On the mobile phone, Monkey King's voice was anxious and helpless, and kept asking.

Xie Zijing kept silent, her eyes flickered, and finally hung up the phone impatiently.

Just as I felt that my ears were clean, the beeping sound of the WeChat video sounded again.

She was angry and refused to answer, but the voice was too loud.

"Shut down!"

She growled in a low voice, threw the phone in the drawer of the dressing table with a "clang", took off her coat, got up and walked towards the big bed.

"The female benefactor!"

Just when she was lying on the bed, the scorpion spirit heard a familiar call, which was deep and magnetic, and it made people's heart beat faster when they heard it.

"Ahem!"

Unexpectedly, Tang Seng would take the initiative to find him. Xie Zijing was surprised and happy, and just wanted to talk, but because of his impatience, he choked and coughed uncontrollably.

At this time, Tang Seng stood at the entrance of the cave, neither advancing nor retreating.

It took a long time for the scorpion spirit to speak: "Is there something wrong with the holy monk?"

"May I ask if the benefactor has seen the poor monk's mobile phone? It's been a long night, and I'm bored, I can't do without a mobile phone, you know!"

It turned out to be a mobile phone.

Scorpion spirit was very disappointed, her face was obviously dark, she glanced at Tang Seng, noncommittal.

"Female benefactor, the poor monk is really boring. Excuse me, can you return the mobile phone to the poor monk?"

I hope she didn't read the above message, and she didn't delete the phone number or something.

"I'll show you this book, don't think about cell phones or anything."

Xie Zijing casually threw the manga on the dressing table over, looked at Tang Seng, and firmly refused.

Tang Seng looked helplessly at his hand, only to see a bright bald head!

Well!

This bald head looks so familiar to Nima!

He touched his bald head subconsciously, it was exactly the same!

Look at the title again, "One Punch Man".

This name is very strange!

Tang Seng immediately forgot about his phone, and turned to the first page curiously.

Introduction:

"One Punch Man" tells the story of the protagonist Saitama, who was originally an ordinary person who was busy looking for a job all day long.

One day three years ago, after encountering a mutant crabman who wanted to kill the naughty boy by chance, he recalled his dream of "wanting to be a hero" when he was young, and finally tried his best to save the naughty boy.

After regaining his interest in becoming a hero, through hard training, Saitama finally gained the strongest strength, but at the same time lost his hair and became a bald head, and seemed to have lost some feelings.

After being a hero alone for a while, Saitama officially joined the Heroes Association with his disciple Genos, and started a life of fighting against various weirdos and disasters with many heroes.

Often, though, heroic work is done without anyone knowing about it.

"The poor monk bid farewell."

Tang Seng, who was completely attracted, said something in a hurry, and went back.

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Venerable Kasyapa's live broadcast room.

The sales of water jade mirrors have been good, making a lot of money for Buddhism.

But Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't think it was enough, and signaled him to increase sales, because Lingshan has become poorer recently.

Although the mountain protection formation was not broken, the shaking of the mountain, flying sand and rocks caused the temples on Lingshan to be damaged to varying degrees, including the Daleiyin Temple.

Even some villages at the foot of Lingshan Mountain suffered from different degrees of destruction.

To repair temples and appease the people, don't they all need money!

It is getting more and more difficult to do fasting, and there is no money for incense.

Because, after the people of the Three Realms saw the true face of Buddhism, they were completely chilled.

Now Buddhism is counting on the live broadcast room, and Venerable Kasyapa has made money for them.

Originally, Fuhu Luohan was more popular than him and could earn more money for Buddhism, but he was reincarnated and recultivated.

Qin Hao felt that Fu Hu was not bad, so he resurrected him and signed a contract with him.

In this way, Fuhu Arhat got closer and closer to Qin Hao, and became a contract anchor under Qin Hao's banner, and all the money he earned was handed over to Qin Hao, which was too embarrassing for Buddhism.

In this case, the responsibility of earning money falls on Venerable Kassapa, it is too difficult for him!

"Dear viewers, welcome to Venerable Kassapa's live broadcast room. The product I'm bringing to you today is... Liuli!"

As he spoke, he took out several glass bowls and glass lamp holders.

In the live broadcast room, there were actually not many viewers, and the sparse barrage remained silent for a long time.

However, some people were surprised by the colorful glass, and couldn't help complaining: "Mist grass, Buddhism is really a treasure, this is too beautiful!"

"Yeah, Buddhists are all money lovers. Of course, they are very concerned about treasures. When they see them, they say they have a relationship with Buddhism, and they have it."

"I didn't expect that the treasure of Buddhism would be willing to sell it!"

"It's probably really poor. Recently, I have seen that there are fewer and fewer incense sticks in the temple, and no one goes there."

Venerable Kasyapa looked at the barrage and was really heartbroken.

Suddenly, a barrage with a completely different content came into view: "Bian Ji died tragically, if it wasn't for Mr. Qin Hao,—"