Accompanied by a deafening tiger roar, the monk running in front was so scared that he burst into tears. After seeing Zhang Yang, he hurriedly asked for help: "Help, bald! Save me!"

"Who? Bald?" Zhang Yang touched his bald head, feeling unhappy, thinking: Who is this person? He deserves to be chased by a tiger.

The monk and the two followers behind him ran past Zhang Yang. Seeing that the tiger had already jumped up and opened its bloody mouth and bit Zhang Yang's head, he leisurely activated the flowing blade Ruohuo in his body, and the violent boiling white steam burst out from his body instantly. The tiger was burned by the heat wave, rolled on the ground and howled twice before running away in a panic.

Seeing this, the three people ran back to thank Zhang Yang.

"This bald brother has endless magic power, you want to become an immortal." The monk gave him a thumbs up, then turned his head to criticize his two followers: "Look at you, you are so strong that you can't even beat a tiger, what's the use for you?"

The two followers turned their faces away with aggrieved look on their faces and hummed twice.

"What? You don't like to listen to your two words?" The monk suddenly became angry and walked up to them and taught them one by one: "Look at you, your arms are thicker than my thighs. Look at you, your thighs are thicker than my head. You two were carefully selected by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to protect me.

Why did you run faster than me when you see a tiger? Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed?"

"It's all you're the one who's hurt. What's the point of being a man? If you urinate, pee, and have to burrow into the woods. If you see a tiger sleeping, run away quickly and touch someone's butt. Do you think you owe it?" One of the followers complained.

"We just have vegetarian food when we eat it myself. We have to force the two of us to eat together, and we are not allowed to eat meat. We have been hungry for many days, and even if we meet a cat, we have no strength to beat it!" Another follower complained.

"I'm still excited, right?" The monk glared, stood up straight, pointed his hand in the direction they came, and said, "Let's go, go back now, leave immediately. I'll see how long Little Li can make you live!"

Now the two of them stopped talking, lowered their heads and retreated to the side and burst into tears.

After the monk finished speaking, he turned around and bent over and said to Zhang Yang with a smile: "This bald..."

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to block his mouth and interrupted him: "Everyone is bald, don't speak so straightly."

Then the monk took off the monk's hat on his head, revealing his black and shiny hair, and smiled at Zhang Yang, "You are bald, I'm not."

Zhang Yang was stunned when he looked at it and said, "You are using Piaoruo! By the way, why do you have to wear a cassock and a monk's hat? By the way, who are you?"

"Cough cough." The monk stood up straight, folded his hands together, and bowed to Zhang Yang: "I am a Tang monk who came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."

"Seng Tang!" Zhang Yang's eyes were about to fall out. It turned out to be the world of Journey to the West. No wonder he felt a little familiar when these three people were chased by the tiger just now.

"So it's Elder Tang!" Zhang Yang hurriedly replied, and then asked excitedly: "But why do you have hair? I remember that you were taken in by the old monk from Jinshan Temple since you were a child and became a monk since you were a child."

When Tang Seng heard Zhang Yang say this, he was shocked and asked, "How do you know my life experience?"

Zhang Yang was quick to learn to know his mind and quickly shook his head to hide it: "I also heard from others."

Tang Monk was skeptical, thinking that a long tongue woman even told her life story to outsiders, could it be Sister Guanyin? If it was Sister Guanyin said, then this person must be no ordinary person. Thinking of this, Tang Monk gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up again, raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "Supreme immortal? Or earth immortal? It's not a monster."

Zhang Yang waved his hand and said, "Where is me, I don't know how to explain it to you. Anyway, I'm not an ordinary person, do you understand? You saw that tiger was beaten by me and was so hard that it was all over the ground. I'm better than your two followers, how about Elder Tang taking me to the west?"

Not to mention how many demons and monsters you can encounter along the way, there will be many beauties anyway, especially in the Kingdom of Women, where women are all over the country. If the king can be taken into account, wouldn’t women in the country be... Zhang Yang’s saliva can flow out when he thinks of this.

Tang Seng thought for a while, then interrupted his fantasy: "This bald... this donor, do you really want to go to the West? The journey is dangerous, I'm afraid the donor's body will not be able to bear it."

Tang Seng said this, and he was already cursing in his heart. It was such a heavy responsibility to go to the West to obtain scriptures. Not to mention how much merit you can get in the hands of the Buddha. When he returned to the Tang Dynasty, Tang King Li Shimin would send officials and money to beauties. If he opened his mouth, he would have a pair of chopsticks. Tang Seng didn't want to share these to an outsider, and even these two followers wanted to be sent away.

Zhang Yang nodded with a very firm attitude: "Yes, in order to save all living beings and save the world from dire straits, I must go. Because every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, elders!"

When Tang Seng heard it, he didn't expect that this guy was so determined. It would be difficult to pass it off. If he didn't let him go, would he get angry? Will he smoke again when he got angry and start hitting people? He couldn't beat him when he fought. The two fools next to him would definitely pretend to be bored and not take action.

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Tang Monk's eyes were circling and finally came up with a countermeasure: "Donor, why not do this? Let my two entourage go back to the Tang Dynasty with you to report to Li Zi. Hello, officially join my team on the westward journey. I'm waiting for you here, how about it?"

After saying that, he pulled Zhang Yang to speak, and muttered to the two followers: "Listen, you will take him halfway through and then attack him, first with one left, then with one right, and finally find a place to dig a pit and bury him. I'll wait for you here."

However, they were less than half a meter away from Zhang Yang, and he heard everything he said. He asked with a confused look on his face: "Elder Tang, are you kidding? Tang Monk? Bald man?"

"Hahaha, the donor is so humorous. Okay, you go, I'll wait here." Tang Seng turned around and pushed the two followers to Zhang Yang with his hands, and then said with a smile: "Thank you, take care of him, Amitabha."

The followers on both sides carried him back without waiting for Zhang Yang to speak, and the direction they were not going to the Tang Dynasty at all, and they walked towards the mountains beside them without taking two steps.

"Hey! Do you want it to be so obvious?" Zhang Yang shouted: "Two heroes, are we sure we are going to the Tang Dynasty? You guys say something!"
Chapter completed!