Chapter 202: Light and slow? Come, kneel and worship me, so it won't seem like I

Having solved the Wood Immortal Nunnery tribulation, Tang An and her group set off on the westward journey again.

If Tang An remembered correctly, these two tribulations should be quite close.

"Reporting our names this time probably won't be very useful."

Tang An said this coldly.

Sun Wukong was puzzled. "Does Master mean that the monster ahead has a significant background?"

Yang Jian remembered what Tang An had said before. "Is it Rulai's uncle?"

Had they already reached Lion Camel Ridge? But they hadn't seen any scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Not Rulai's uncle, but a Yellow Eyebrow boy of Maitreya Buddha."

"His own combat power aside, just the Human Seed Bag he stole from Maitreya Buddha is a real treasure. It almost sucked in the gods of the Heavenly Court."

"Wait..." Tang An sat up abruptly.

"Snap!"

She clapped her hands in surprise; it looked like she had another "good" idea.

"Has Master thought of something fun again?"

"Of course, of course." Tang An had her eyes on that Human Seed Bag, the Human Seed Bag that could suck in the gods of the Heavenly Court at will.

With that treasure, combined with Laojun's Diamond Bracelet, first, she could collect magic treasures, and second, she could collect gods on the spot. It could be said that she could grab both people and things with two hands.

Finally, the people might be returned, but Tang An would never miss this opportunity to knock a big sum out of the Heavenly Court.

Second, she could use this to shift the blame to Lingshan and stimulate the confrontation between the Heavenly Court and Lingshan.

No choice, who let them create this Journey to the West calamity, sitting high and watching them go through hardships to take some dog-fart scriptures for the sake of the merit descended by the Heavenly Dao.

Although on this journey, Tang An hadn't been hurt much.

But she just didn't like their high and mighty perspective of watching the situation develop.

So, whenever there was a chance, Tang An would try to drag them into the water.

"Maitreya Buddha, is he the Future Buddha?" Yang Jian had heard of this Buddha's existence.

"Yes."

"Last time at Lingshan, Master mentioned the Future Buddha. For this tribulation, should we?" Yang Jian, after the Third Holy Mother and Chenxiang matter, now looked at everyone with displeasure.

So the muddier the water, the more Yang Jian felt relieved.

Tang An smiled without saying a word, and the two just exchanged a look, and then they also looked at Sun Wukong and Nezha.

Everything was understood without words.

A few days later.

Tang An and her group arrived, and according to the check-in indicator, they found a temple.

This temple was different from others; it looked majestic and towering, surrounded by auspicious clouds, and had a feeling of being filled with Buddhist aura.

"Master." Sun Wukong blocked Jiuyue's path. "Master, there seems to be a murderous aura in this auspicious light."

"Murderous aura?" Tang An looked up at the temple. "I have myopia; Wukong, don't lie to me."

Sun Wukong paused, holding his forehead, almost unable to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Don't lie to her then don't lie to her, what the hell is myopia.

Nezha seemed to feel the suggestive gazes of several people and slid over holding his spear. "This god has carried one thousand seven hundred killing tribulations; whether there is murderous aura or not, I can see it at a glance."

Tang An jumped off Jiuyue's back. "Look, Nezha said there is no murderous aura, so let's go."

Sun Wukong saw Tang An's intention to go into the temple and slapped his thigh in anger. "Helpless," he could only follow.

"Master!"

"Master, you must believe Old Sun! Don't fall for the monster's trick."

Tang An had already climbed a small half of the stairs and stopped.

"Master, does Master believe Old Sun?"

Tang An sat on the stairs. "Holy *****"

"Why build so many stairs for nothing? Are you showing off?"

"Don't you know I'm a mortal? Don't you know that climbing stairs as a mortal is really, really tiring?"

Because there were too many stairs, Tang An, who was angry and swearing, no longer had the posture of being determined to worship Buddha.

At this moment, the Yellow Eyebrow monster in the Small Thunder Sound Temple.

He clearly didn't expect that the Destined One's attitude toward the Thunder Sound Temple would be to start when she said start, and pause when she said pause.

Climbing stairs and cursing the Buddha and all the gods in the sky?

Is she too bold? Is she really here to worship Buddha? Is this her attitude toward arriving at Lingshan?

Thinking of this, the Yellow Eyebrow monster straightened his posture. At this moment, he was transforming into the appearance of Rulai.

In order to attract Tang An over, he chanted mantras in his mouth, making the sign of the Small Thunder Sound Temple shine brightly, attracting Tang An's gaze.

"Hiss..."

Tang An was really stung in the eyes by the light of the four words "Small Thunder Sound Temple," as if it was only at this moment that she noticed the temple's name.

"Thunder Sound Temple?"

"It's over? Our westward journey is over?"

Tang An sat up from the ground and was instantly full of energy.

"Quick, quick, quick, Wukong, bring Master's Brocade Kasaya over."

Sun Wukong didn't want Tang An to go in, but he still went to get the Brocade Kasaya. "Does Master want to wear it?"

"No, just hold it and look at it."

Hearing this, the Yellow Eyebrow monster almost fell off the Buddha seat.

That's the Brocade Kasaya! And this is the Thunder Sound Temple! She just wants to hold it and look at it?

Is the Destined One's heart for seeking scriptures too childish?

Just as he was full of slander against Tang An, Tang An walked in with three disciples, a fox, and a dog, swaggering.

Yes, not with a respectful posture, and certainly not with a humble, sincere posture of worshiping Buddha.

But with a rebellious, even arrogant posture, examining these fake Buddhas and Arhats in the Small Thunder Sound Temple.

Tang An wasn't bragging; compared to acting, they were really far behind.

A group of monsters transforming into Buddhas, the murderous aura on their faces, she could feel it even if she poked her eyes blind.

Not to mention, she also had a pair of eyes that could see through falsehoods.

"Tang An."

"You came from the East to visit My Buddha, how dare you be so light and slow?"

"Light and slow?" Tang An looked at the fake Rulai played by the Yellow Eyebrow monster.

Did he lack any information?

But if he knew that on that day at Lingshan, she had held the Qingping Sword and knocked Rulai on the head, he couldn't have questioned her attitude at this time, right?

No, if he knew that she had even made the Buddhas drink the Mother and Child River water, he couldn't have had such an attitude from the start.

"You... were you tricked by your master?"

Tang An blurted this out coldly.

After all, Maitreya Buddha did not show up for the Lingshan incident. And as Maitreya Buddha's boy, he naturally had no qualifications to participate in that matter.

"Light and slow, right?"

Tang An walked forward, walking in front of the Rulai played by the Yellow Eyebrow monster.

"Come, you come down."

"What for?"

Tang An didn't care whether he was willing or not, and directly pulled him down.

Of course, she couldn't pull the Yellow Eyebrow monster down by herself. So, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha all exerted force in secret.

The Yellow Eyebrow monster only felt a huge force pulling him, his body swayed, his eyes blurred, and he was pulled down by the three of them.

Seeing this, Tang An sat on the Buddha seat with a plop.

"Come, you kneel and worship me, so it won't seem like I'm light and slow."