After dawn, Tang Sanzang woke up first. He had no choice but to sleep in the deep mountains and old forests, but no one dared to sleep too deeply. Moreover, it was the coldest month of winter in the twelfth lunar month, and the biting cold weather on the steep mountain peaks, I thought
I couldn't sleep for long.
After Sun Wukong was woken up, he took out his golden cudgel with a look of disgust and displeasure. Thinking of what Wuyou Layman said last night, he hammered it on the ground, recited the word "Om", and shouted: "The mountain god is here to meet you."
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Two little old men emerged from the ground and said respectfully: "The little god paid homage to the Great Sage. He didn't know that the Great Sage was out of trouble, so he didn't come to congratulate him. I hope the Great Sage will forgive me."
"It doesn't matter. Since I have left Wuzhishan, it is the best joy. I don't need other people's congratulations. Now, I have other things to ask you about. Is there something wrong with this Snake Panshan Yingzui Stream?
Are evil spirits making trouble here?" Sun Wukong didn't care if they, the little gods, came to congratulate him, because when he got along with him, he was a person of Nezha Yang Jian quality.
The mountain god and the earth looked at each other and replied: "Returning to the great sage, there are no other monsters in this Yingzui gorge. The gorge is deep, steep and wide, and the water is clear and clear. Even crows and magpies dare not fly over because the water is clear.
, and when he sees his own appearance, he recognizes it as a bird of his own flock, and often jumps into the water.
This place is also known as the "Yingchou Steep Stream". However, a few years ago, Guanyin Bodhisattva rescued a jade dragon while looking for Buddhist scriptures, and asked him to wait here for Buddhist scriptures. He was not allowed to do anything wrong. If he was hungry, he would just go there.
Went ashore to catch some birds, magpies, or deer, but what happened to the great sage today?"
"Last night, he ate my master's horse. I just wanted to go find him today and ask him about his origins. Now that I know that it was Guanyin who caused the trouble, I will go and stop him later. You guys
I will protect my master here while I go." After saying this, Sun Wukong flew towards the Yingzui Stream.
"As ordered." The mountain god and the earth said respectfully.
As he was about to approach Yingzui Stream, Sun Wukong heard the sound of rushing water.
Near the ravine, a gust of breeze flew by and the sound of water flowed. Sun Wukong held the Ruyi golden hoop and shouted: "Bailong, the Buddhist scripture collector has arrived, why don't you come out to pay homage to me?"
The white dragon flew out of the gorge and turned into a handsome boy. He looked at the monster monkey in front of him and asked, "Why should I trust you?"
Sun Wukong said indifferently: "Guanyin asked you to wait here for the pilgrims. If you don't believe me, I will take the master away. If you hadn't eaten my master's horse, I wouldn't have come here at all."
You, when the time comes, just wait here for the rest of your life."
When Xiao Bailong heard this, he thought for a while and realized that what the other party said should be credible. After all, no one has come to such a ghost place as Snake Panshan Yingzui Stream for several years. Today, someone suddenly came, except Guanyin who asked him to wait.
Who else could be the person to learn the scriptures?
The two came to Tang Sanzang. Xiao Bailong saw that Tang Sanzang was indeed a monk, so he asked: "Master, is he a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty who went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures?"
Tang Sanzang heard this and replied: "Amitabha, the poor monk is going to the Western Heaven to obtain scriptures."
Xiao Bailong immediately knelt down and explained: "Master, my disciple Ao Yu has been enlightened by Master Guanyin. He is here waiting for the disciples to take refuge under Master's disciples."
Tang Sanzang nodded and said: "In that case, I will obey the Bodhisattva's order. However, you ate my teacher's horse. What should I do?"
"How can a dull horse reach the Western Heaven? I would like to transform into a dragon and horse and carry my master to the Western Heaven."
The little white dragon then turned into a white dragon and flew through the air, and then turned into a white dragon horse and returned to Tang Sanzang.
Sun Wukong smiled and said: "Master, isn't the horse coming back?"
"Amitabha, then continue on the road." Then Tang Sanzang rode the white dragon horse and Sun Wukong continued on the road.
In the Heavenly Court and the Lingxiao Hall, Haotian looked at the two teams traveling eastward and westward in the Haotian Mirror, and wondered: "Are Guanyin's merits gone?"
At Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, Guanyin Bodhisattva waited and waited, but no one came to ask him to go and surrender the little white dragon. He counted his fingers, frowned, and wondered: "Sun Wukong actually directly reasoned with the little white dragon, how could this happen?
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Mo Ranchen yawned, and Yang Chan asked doubtfully: "Why do you still feel sleepy after becoming an immortal?"
"Habit, biological clock. After all, I become a god relatively quickly. A few days ago I was a mortal, but these days I have become a god. It's a bit uncomfortable, but that's normal." Mo Ranchen waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
Yang Chan didn't know the word Versailles, but she knew that she felt like a dog that was dying, and she couldn't explain it clearly.
Yang Chan thought for a while and decided to talk to Empress Nuwa so that Mo Ranchen could agree, and said: "When will Zhuxian be updated? My master, Empress Nuwa, specially asked me to urge the update. Don't think about updating one more chapter casually.
It was fooled."
Mo Ranchen looked at Yang Chan with a look of disbelief. Seeing this, Yang Chan said: "As a saint, my master will not come to you personally for such a trivial matter, so he assigned me to complete it. Is there any problem?"
Mo Ranchen shook his head and said: "Empress Nuwa is a saint, a being who has no desires or desires. How could she care about this fictional novel?"
When Yang Chan heard this, she also knew that Mo Ranchen didn't believe that as a saint, Nuwa would do such an ordinary thing as urging women to change their lives. She should be aloof and look down on all living beings without any desire or desire.
"Saints are not devoid of desires. They have lived for many years, and they only feel bored and boring about this world. So, if such an interesting thing suddenly appears, of course, we must seize it." Yang Chan explained.
Mo Ranchen thought about it for a while, and realized that the Taoist Fruit of Creation given by Empress Nuwa was of great help to him. Although he was a little confused, he still updated it.
"Su Su." Mo Ranchen said softly.
"Su Su is here!" A soft and waxy voice came. Yang Chan looked doubtfully in the direction of the voice, but she didn't see anything.
"Where are the people?" Yang Chan asked doubtfully.
"I'm here, here." Su Su's voice sounded again. Yang Chan lowered his head and saw a palm-sized villain walking over.
This is a vixen, with golden-orange hair color, and the long hair is tied with a rope in the middle. The fox ears are clearly visible, which are folded ears. She looks like a ten-year-old child, her eyes are green, and her clothes are bright red and
Matching pink, barefoot, with golden bells on her feet.
Su Su came to Mo Ranchen, jumped up high, a light flashed, a keyboard and screen appeared in front of Mo Ranchen, Su Su sat on the screen.
"Where were you just now?" Mo Ranchen asked casually.