Martial Arts: Immortality from The Deer and the Cauldron Text Volume Chapter 1113 The Second Sadness Liu Boqin unconsciously ignored the fat monk Tang Seng and stared at Qin Ran. He saw that he had an extraordinary temperament and was very handsome.
, as if he were a fairy, his eyes lit up, and he laughed:
"Sir, I don't know where you two came from. You are not afraid of the poisonous insects and beasts in this mountain. You are really a strange person."
The big man Qin Ran saw was very generous, and he couldn't help but feel a little fond of him. He smiled modestly and said:
"Heroes are rewarded. This is Master Tripitaka who was personally conferred by the Emperor of Tang Dynasty. Both of us came from the Tang Dynasty and went to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."
Hearing that both of them were from the Tang Dynasty, Liu Boqin was even more happy, and after being polite to Tang Seng, he invited them to his home.
Although Tang Sanzang had eaten a lot of meat and fish in the past few days, he couldn't bear the bumpy road and was very tired because he had gained a lot of weight. Hearing this, he was overjoyed, so he and Qin Ran led their horses to accompany them.
After crossing the hillside, they heard the roar of the mountain wind again, and a colorful tiger rushed out from the side. Liu Boqin ordered the two of them to sit down, and then rushed forward with a steel fork.
Tang Seng couldn't help but feel a little worried
"Master Qin, this big man can be considered a man of temperament. I'm worried that he is no match for this tiger. Why don't you go up and help him."
"Don't worry, master, this Orion is very capable. This tiger is no match for him."
Tang Seng naturally knew what Qin Ran was capable of, so he stopped talking. He looked towards the field and saw that Liu Boqin was so brave that he could compete with this ferocious tiger.
After five minutes of fighting with one man and one tiger, Qin Ran felt a little impatient. With a tap of his finger, a stream of light shot out, and the tiger suddenly fell from the air and became motionless.
Liu Boqin was holding a steel fork in his hand. It was strange that the tiger died before the steel fork touched it.
Just as he was surprised, he heard a burst of praise coming from behind him, and Qin Ran clapped his hands.
"The hero is very capable! He can subdue the tiger with just a dozen moves. The hero is truly a god!"
When Liu Boqin heard the praise, he felt a little carried away. He didn't think about whether the tiger was killed by him or not, and said:
"It's just a trivial matter. Young master, I don't know. I didn't have enough to eat today. If it were normal, I could kill this tiger with just two moves."
Qin Ran almost laughed out loud. He just gave a polite compliment. Unexpectedly, the hunter borrowed the donkey from Poxia and began to brag about it.
Tang Sanzang actually believed it and stared at Liu Boqin with admiration. His little fat mouth felt like it was covered with honey as he kept praising him.
"A strong man is truly a mountain god! I'm afraid even the generals in the imperial court are not as capable as you."
"The strong man is so mighty and powerful!"
Liu Boqin couldn't help laughing. Seeing that the fat monk was becoming more and more pleasing to his eyes, he picked up the whole tiger and led the way to his family villa.
Tang Sanzang followed behind, looking at the big tiger, his eyes suddenly lit up, he took a breath and said:
"Master Qin, do you know how this tiger meat tastes?"
Only then did Qin Ran realize. It turned out that the monk was courting others just to taste tiger meat. It was so shameless. What about the dignity of a monk?
After a while, the three of them arrived in front of a villa. They saw towering ancient trees, wild vines everywhere, fences surrounding the entire yard, the fragrance of wild flowers, and lush green bamboos. They leaned against a cliff ten feet high.
White clouds are floating above.
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Liu Boqin plopped the tiger down on the ground and shouted loudly.
“Where are the little ones?”
I saw three or four servants walking out of it. They all looked crooked and cracked. They stepped forward and dragged the tiger into the villa.
Liu Boqin ordered his servants to skin the tiger and make it into delicious food to entertain the guests.
Then he invited Qin Ran and the others into the house and introduced his mother and daughter-in-law.
After seeing Qin Ran, the two women's eyes lit up and they praised Qin Ran.
"Young master is really a god descended from the earth, unlike the people in this world."
Liu Boqin introduced Tang Seng to his mother, and the old woman asked Tang Seng to read a few scriptures for his dead old man. Tang Seng naturally agreed wholeheartedly. After all, he had a short mouth and was waiting to eat tiger meat at night.
The Tang Monk sat next to the old woman and kept chattering, "The old man has a kind face and is destined to have a long life with the Buddha. He will say whatever is nice to him."
It made the old woman laugh non-stop, and the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together.
Qin Ran was dumbfounded. Is this the same Tang Sanzang from before? In order to eat more tiger meat, he even said such disgusting words.
Unknowingly, the sky darkened. The tables and stools were set up, and Liu Boqin placed several plates of hot tiger meat in front of Tang Monk. Before he could speak, he heard Tang Monk say:
"Amitabha, this food is very delicious. The poor monk thanked the donor."
He lowered his head and ate fiercely, only to stare at the few people at the table in shock. Is this a monk? It was too rude.
Tang Sanzang kept talking, and in less than a moment, he finished all three plates of tiger meat, and then burped unsatisfactorily, making Mother Liu cover her mouth and laugh.
But Tang Monk didn't take it seriously. He clasped his hands together and pretended to say,
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin!"
The two stayed overnight at the hunter's house. On the second day, Tang Seng prayed for Liu Boqin's father.
After Tang Sanzang had another big meal, the two of them went on the road again. Liu Boqin sent them to the middle of the Two Realms Mountains.
Tang Seng's fat body was sitting on the white horse, which was so heavy that the horse was breathing heavily. At this time, a thunderous shout suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.
"Master, please save me! Master, please save me!"
Qin Ran's eyes lit up and he knew that the sound must be from Monkey King.
This monkey has been suppressed for more than five hundred years. It was supervised by the earth and mountain gods, guarded by the Five Directions of Buddhism, and was fed iron pills and copper juice every day. It lived an extremely miserable life. Naturally, it looked forward to being released as soon as possible.
Tang Seng was so frightened by this voice that the fat on his face trembled, and he almost fell off his horse.
"Master Qin, I don't know where this voice came from. Could it be that there is a monster?"
Qin Ran said: "Master, don't be afraid. As far as I know, the mountains in these two realms were formerly called Five Elements Mountain. I heard that when Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty, this mountain fell from the sky, and there was a divine monkey pressing on it. After five hundred years of
He's still freezing and starving, so the cry must have come from him. We might as well go up and have a look."
When Tang Monk heard this, he was greatly surprised, so he followed Qin Ran and led the horse over.
After walking only a few miles, I saw a monkey pressing down at the foot of the mountain, with its head exposed, waving and shouting:
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"Master, why did you come to rescue me now so that I, the old man, can protect you from studying in the West!"
Qin Ran looked at the monkey and saw that he had a pointed mouth and shrunken cheeks, and blazing golden eyes. He was from the late stage of the Golden Immortal Realm. His aura was much weaker than it was five hundred years ago.
