A group of four people and four horses headed west.
This is the westbound team leaving Chang'an. Among them, Ye Yuan is leading the way riding a strong white horse.
After a while, Tang Seng calmed down his inner turmoil, drove his horse to Ye Yuan's side, and kept pace.
He looked at Ye Yuan with an apologetic look and said.
"Your Highness, I am a poor monk who brought you with me this time..."
Ye Yuan didn't have much dislike for this somewhat pedantic monk. Of course, he didn't have much favorable impression either. He just waved his hand to stop him.
"It doesn't matter, I just went out to have some fun."
The arduous journey to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures was actually considered by this eleven-year-old prince as a journey.
It can't be that simple!
I really thought there were prosperous Chang'an and cozy palaces everywhere!
Tang Seng couldn't help but smile bitterly, and felt even more guilty in his heart.
"Your Majesty, please don't be careless. Along the way..."
Ye Yuan knew much more about the monsters and ghosts on this road than Tang Seng, so naturally he didn't want to continue listening to his nonsense and interrupted him again.
"I know, and... when I'm away from home, Master Sanzang can just call me Mr. Li from now on."
After saying that, Ye Yuan beat the horse and went ahead, leaving Tang Seng with a bitter look on his face and aggrieved in his heart: I have never seen such a weird person, and he didn't even let me finish my words. It's really...
The next moment, Tang Seng, who was full of resentment and was about to curse, quickly calmed down.
"Amitabha!"
On the other side, Ye Yuan felt the embarrassment of the monk behind him, but his mood became particularly happy.
"Haha, I just want to stop you from talking, lest you become a real Tang Monk."
Ye Yuan trembled in his heart when he thought of Tang Monk's "language art" in Journey to the West.
That kind of skill, not to mention a little monster, not even Daluo Jinxian can hold it back!
Tang Monk is the imperial disciple, and Ye Yuan is the Prince of Teng. Such status is naturally unimpeded in the Tang Dynasty.
After eating and drinking well all the way, we passed various passes comfortably and entered the remote mountains that are rarely visited by people.
At this time, only Tang Seng and Ye Yuan were left in the westbound team. As for the two soldiers who came to escort them, they had already been driven back by Ye Yuan.
Next, they will leave the safety of the Tang Dynasty and enter a foreign country full of monsters and monsters. The two of them are just ordinary mortals. Not only can they not play a role, but they are also prone to death.
After going up the mountain, Tang Monk dismounted and shouted.
"Teng..."
Under Ye Yuan's gaze, Tang Seng felt aggrieved and reorganized his words and said.
"Master Li, the mountain road is difficult to navigate, so we should dismount and walk."
As the saying goes, when there are more people walking, there will be a road.
But how many pedestrians can there be in this deep mountain and old forest?
Therefore, there is no road here, it is rugged, and the overgrown weeds make it difficult for people to see the situation under their feet, making riding a horse a dangerous thing.
"All right."
Ye Yuan agreed, looking at Tang Monk who was holding a Zen staff and wearing a cassock, and asked with a strange look on his face.
"Master Tripitaka, aren't you hot and tired?"
Tang Seng looked at himself and said truthfully without holding on.
"I'm a little tired."
"Take it off when you're tired. Who are you showing off to in this deep mountain?"
Tang Seng was immediately speechless.
Then, he actually took off his cassock, folded it and put it in his baggage. At the same time, he also put the Zen staff on the horse.
At this time, he was only wearing single clothes and looked much more relaxed.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a relaxed expression.
"Amitabha, thank you Mr. Li for reminding me."
Ye Yuan shook his head, holding a straight "long sword" in his hand and walking in front.
Tang Seng is mortal, so don't expect him to protect you.
A "sword" swung out and swept across all directions.
The ground beneath my feet could finally be seen clearly.
Upon seeing this, Tang Monk immediately stepped forward and persuaded with a compassionate look on his face.
"Master Li, there are also flowers, plants and trees..."
Ye Yuan swung his sword again nonchalantly and interrupted again.
"I didn't kill them. They will naturally grow back after we leave."
Tang Seng was speechless for a moment, but the expression on his face was obviously unconvinced. Just when he thought of what to say, Ye Yuan added "in time".
"Besides, what if there are animals under the flowers and plants? I can scare them away now. Even if they don't go away, we can still see them, so be careful to avoid them!"
"Uh, Mr. Li... you are right!"
Although Tang Monk already agreed with this truth, recalling the conversation along the way, he felt extremely uncomfortable and panicked, and he couldn't help but lament in his heart.
"This Young Master Li is good at everything, but he just won't let anyone finish what he said. This poor monk is really... feeling tight in his chest!"
The mountain road was difficult to navigate, not to mention that there was no road. The two of them walked all morning and could not cross a hill.
Moreover, the sun at noon is really too hot.
Seeing that the chubby Tang Monk was about to turn into a waterman, Ye Yuan finally showed mercy and took the initiative to stop and said.
"Have a rest!"
"call…"
Tang Seng was so tired that he almost collapsed and could not utter a word.
He sat directly on a large raised tree root, his eyes blurred.
"Haha, Tang Monk's physique is really pampered!"
Ye Yuan shook his head, took off the water bag from his horse and threw it to Tang Sengdao.
"Drink some!"
Tang Seng had already finished his three water bags. Now he was so hungry and thirsty that he no longer cared about his manners. He opened the stopper and took a big gulp of water.
"Gudong... Gudong..."
After drinking the water, Tang Seng felt like he was alive again.
Only then did he realize that although the eleven-year-old Prince Teng had some sweat on his forehead, his condition was much better than that of an adult. He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
"Sure enough, naughty children are full of energy!"
Fortunately, Ye Yuan didn't pay attention to him at this time, otherwise he would have suffered a lot later.
Ye Yuanyuan said after Tang Monk escaped from the crisis of dehydration and heatstroke.
"Give me the water bag, I'll go find some water."
Tang Seng felt the empty water bag, felt a little ashamed, and said na na.
"The poor monk is looking for..."
This time, Ye Yuan still didn't let him finish.
"Go, can you still get up?"
"Well."
Tang Seng tried it, but his legs were swollen, sore and numb, and he couldn't get up at all.
"give it to me."
Ye Yuan ignored him, picked up a few water bags and left.
Stepping out of Tang Monk's sight, Ye Yuan took out an iced watermelon and enjoyed the coolness.
As for the water bladder, it is already filled with water.
Ye Yuan happily ate the melon, raised his head and looked around, muttering to himself with a complicated expression.
"The secret is unpredictable. What happened in the three realms? No one even pays attention to it."
Ye Yuan was very curious. Ever since he left Chang'an City, he discovered that no one cared about protecting Tang Seng at all.
It was as if...the journey to the West, carefully planned by the gods and Buddhas in the sky, suddenly became irrelevant.
The protagonist Tang Seng suddenly became worthless.
"It seems that the road is not peaceful anymore."
Originally, Journey to the West to Learn Buddhist Scriptures is just a play, and it can be completed by just acting it out.
But now, if the director is not here, then there will still be a lot of demons dancing around.