Journey to the West: the Poor Monk Is Really a Waste

To the people of the Three Realms, he considers himself useless and eloquent: Tathagata, haven't you eaten? Use some strength. I am your human punching bag The poor monk is really a waste. He stood still and let you hit him before he shattered the Buddha's kingdom in his palm. I should have broken one of your hands. Sister Guanyin, you didn't do anything. Your vomiting blood has nothing to do with me. You can't touch porcelain. "Master, she is angry with you," Bajie curled his lips and muttered in a low voice. "Oh, my teacher is really a waste!" Bajie's ears tingled when he heard this and he covered his face. Tathagata and Guanyin couldn't help but asked loudly for everyone: Why are you such a waste again? . Because my emotional intelligence is so low, I can't even tell that Sister Guanyin was so angry that she vomited blood. The poor monk is really a waste He stood up and fought bloody battles against enemies from outside: I dare to fight against an army with the strength of one person. What do I fear in this world? I dare to make a city and a region an enemy. There is nothing in this world that I dare not do. These living beings in the three realms are guarded by a poor monk with his life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.