Pangu Zhengzong in the prehistoric world

Zhu Bajie said blankly: "It's over like this. It seems that we didn't do anything, and it seems that we did everything. It's really strange!"

Sun Wukong couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhu Bajie saying this: "Why, you idiot, don't you think there are not enough things to do?"

"How is that possible!" Zhu Bajie shook his head and said: "It's just that I don't believe it. Just now, they were fighting to the death, and now the national teacher actually took the initiative to ask the king to forgive those monks."

"Brother Monkey, why do you think this is?"

Sun Wukong didn't answer directly, but asked: "Bajie, what do you think?"

"How do I know this!" Zhu Bajie shook his head.

"Hey!" Sun Wukong laughed: "In fact, you already knew it, didn't you!"

Zhu Bajie blinked his eyes and said: "Brother Monkey, what are you talking about?"

Sun Wukong ignored him and turned to look at the king, stamping on the pass.

Tang Sanzang took the pass and put it away.

The next day, the king held a banquet to entertain the master and his disciples.

However, the three state masters did not show up. The king seemed to have gotten used to it, and Sun Wukong and others did not ask any more questions.

After the banquet, the master and his disciples left Chechi Kingdom and headed towards the Lingshan Mountain in the West under the king's eyes.

In the Miro Temple, the three Taoists Huli, Luli and Yangli sat in meditation in the hall.

Suddenly, Huli opened his eyes and said, "Tang Sanzang has left!"

Yangli and Luli said, "So, we have completed what our master asked us to do?"

"Yes!" Huli nodded, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing the statue, the three bowed and worshiped.

In an instant, the whole hall was shining brightly, and the three felt an inexplicable force rushing straight to their heads.

Hiss! ! !

"This is a merit!" The three said in unison.

"Thank you, Master, for your kindness, thank you, Master, for your kindness!" The three kowtowed without saying anything.

Afterwards, the three announced that they would practice in seclusion, and the Miro Temple would not be open for the time being.

Tang Sanzang and his disciples had been away for more than a month, sleeping in the open all the way, and Zhu Bajie kept complaining.

Traveling in the morning and sleeping at night, drinking when thirsty and eating when hungry, before they knew it, spring was over, summer was fading, and autumn was coming again.

One day, it was already dark, Tang Sanzang reined in his horse and said, "My disciples, where are you going to stay tonight?"

Sun Wukong stopped and said, "Master, monks should not talk about what lay people say."

Tang Sanzang was puzzled and said, "What about lay people? What about monks?"

Sun Wukong said, "Lay people are sleeping comfortably in their warm beds, with their children in their arms and their wives behind their feet. We monks should live under the moon and stars, eat wind and sleep on water, and walk when there is a way and stay when there is no way."

Zhu Bajie, who was already tired and listless, retorted, "Brother Monkey, you only know one thing, not the other.

Now the road is so steep and dangerous, and it is really difficult for me to walk with a heavy load. I need to find a place to sleep well and recuperate so that I can carry the load tomorrow.

Otherwise, tiredI am a small pig, but I have delayed Master's great cause of obtaining the scriptures. Don't you agree, Master?"

Tang Sanzang was a mortal after all. He was already a little tired, and he felt that what Zhu Bajie said made sense.

He said to Sun Wukong: "Bajie is right. Wukong, we should find a place to rest!"

Sun Wukong nodded and said: "Then let's walk a little further in the moonlight and stay in a place with people."

The master and his disciples had no choice but to follow the traveler forward.

After walking for a while, they heard the sound of waves.

Although they didn't see their faces, they knew the rapidity and vastness of the water by hearing the sound of the waves.

Zhu Bajie shouted: "Forget it, we have come to the end of the road! ”

Sha Seng immediately judged: "The river is blocking the way. I'm afraid we need to find a ferry to cross it."

As they talked, they came to the river. Tang Sanzang saw the wide river and frowned slightly, saying: "How can we cross it?"

Zhu Bajie said: "Let me try it and see how deep it is."

Tang Sanzang said: "Wuneng, don't talk nonsense. How can we test the depth of the water?"

Zhu Bajie said: "Find a pebble and throw it in the middle. If it splashes bubbles, it is shallow. If it sinks with a sound, it is deep. ”

Sun Wukong used his fire eyes and looked into the river. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Here, he felt a little uneasy.

This kind of uneasiness had never happened even in Chechi Kingdom. There was a faint demonic aura in the river.

Hearing Zhu Bajie's self-recommendation, Sun Wukong said, "Go and give it a try."

Zhu Bajie found a stubborn stone on the side of the road and threw it into the water. He could only hear the bones bubbling up and sinking to the bottom of the water.

"This water is really deep. I can't go there. I can't go there!"[]

"This water is deep, but I don't know how wide it is." Tang Sanzang said.

"I'll go and take a look! ”

He jumped into the air with his somersaulting cloud, and looked closely, and saw the rolling waves and the steep waves. There were no fishing lights at the shore, but egrets were sleeping on the sand.

0Seeking flowers0

It was as vast as the sea, and it was boundless.

Sun Wukong returned to the shore and said, "Master, even with my golden eyes, I can't see the shore, so how can I tell how wide it is?"

Tang Sanzang knew Sun Wukong's ability, but he was shocked that even Sun Wukong couldn't see how wide it was.

He said with a choked voice, "Disciple, what's wrong with this? ”

At this time, several people found a stone tablet on the shore. There were three large characters in seal script on the tablet, and two lines below, there were ten small characters.

The three large characters were "Tongtian River", and the ten small characters were "The path is eight hundred miles, and few people have walked it since ancient times".

When Tang Sanzang saw it, he shed tears and said, "My disciple, when I left Chang'an, I thought it was easy to go to the West, but I didn't know that demons blocked the way and the mountains and rivers were far away!"

At this time, several people heard the sound of drums and cymbals.

The master and his disciples followed the sound and went away. Sun Wukong led the horse in front. When they crossed the beach, they saw a cluster of people's residences, about four or five hundred families, but alsoThey all live well.

I can see a path along the mountain, along the bank and by the stream. Everywhere there are wooden doors closed, every house has a bamboo courtyard. The egrets sleeping on the sandbank have clear dreams, and the cuckoos outside the willows cry with cold throats and tongues.

The lights are sparse, the people are quiet, and the bright moon in the sky is like a hanging mirror. Suddenly, I smell a burst of white water lily fragrance, which is the west wind across the bank.

When Tang Sanzang arrived here, he dismounted and saw a house at the end of the road. There was a banner outside the door, and there were bright lights and candles inside, and the incense was fragrant.

Tang Sanzang said: "Wukong, this place is different from the riverside in the valley. Under the eaves of the human world, you can be shielded from the cold and dew, and sleep peacefully.

Don't come, let me go to the monk's door to ask for help. If you are willing to stay, I will treat you; if not, you should not make a scene.

You have ugly faces and mouths, I am afraid that you will scare people and cause trouble, and then you will have no place to live."

But Tang Sanzang was worried that Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie and others would scare the people in the village, so he came forward to call them.

Sun Wukong said: "That makes sense, please go first, Master, we will wait here."

Tang Sanzang took off his bamboo hat, bare his head, shook off his clothes, dragged his staff, and went straight to the door of the house.

Seeing that the door was half open, Tang Sanzang did not dare to enter without permission.

When chatting about the station, an old man walked out with a rosary hanging from his neck, chanting Amitabha.

He came to close the door, and Tang Sanzang clasped his hands and shouted: "Old donor, I am here to ask for your greetings."

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