"What he wants to eat isn't spiritual power and plenty of fish and shrimp? I'll take care of it," Yu Sheng said.
Third sister knows what Yu Sheng is capable of.
When dining at the inn, they would often taste abundant spiritual power in the dishes. Now that the rest of their lives were guaranteed, the third sister became happy.
"But..." Yu Sheng paused and pointed at Master Guiling, "This guy must obey me from now on, including the citizens on his back."
"Why?!" Master Guiling said.
"I am now the King of the Wilderness."
"The King of Zhonghuang is amazing, I..."
"Shut up!" Third Sister interrupted him.
She saluted Yu Sheng, "I have met the King of Zhonghuang! Don't worry, young master, I will let him go east, but he will never dare to go west!"
"Really?" Yu Sheng asked Master Guiling.
"That's not entirely true. In our city, if you don't decide on a small matter, you ask her, and if you don't decide on a big matter, you ask me."
The people on Guiling pointed at the monsters flying in the air and said, "If you don't believe me, ask them."
"Really?" Yu Sheng looked at several monsters.
The leader of the monster nodded.
"Is everything going to be okay?" Yu Sheng asked.
"No, no." The monster shook his head hurriedly, "It's something big."
Yu Sheng murmured in his mind that it seemed that the third sister's position was not so strong.
"What's the big deal?" Yu Sheng asked casually.
"The madam is unhappy, that's the biggest thing." said the monster.
"Uh." Yu Sheng was speechless and looked at the master of Guiling.
"Look, I'm still in charge of things in the city, right?" Master Guiling said proudly.
Yu Sheng was too lazy to talk to him, fearing that he would lose his IQ if he spoke again, so he waved his hand and asked Master Guiling to turn around and go back to Yushi City.
Even if you are idle, you will be idle. I will spend the rest of my life walking with them.
"Old Turtle, you said you have been to the sea?" Yu Sheng asked as he walked.
"Of course I have, I grew up on the sea." Master Guiling reminded him, "Also, my name is not Lao Gui! Please call me Master Guiling."
"You're a shitty master." Yu Sheng said rudely, "You can't even get enough of me."
At least the name is apt, many people are on the turtle's back.
"That's wrong. Master does not refer to someone else, nor does he mean to be someone else, nor is it an honorific title. My name is just Guiling Master."
If a black girl heard this, she would definitely say it as a domineering statement, but what he encountered was the rest of his life.
"Why don't you call me Kameda?"
"You are the servant!"
"Guilingjiao, why didn't you stay in the sea later?" Yu Sheng asked again.
"Forget it, you should just call me Lao Gui." Master Guiling compromised.
For the rest of his life, he called him Guiling Gao, which made him feel like a cold wind was blowing.
"I don't want to stay at sea, mainly because I'm unemployed, and also because the giants are full of malice towards us." Old Turtle said.
"Tell me carefully."
It turns out that the old turtle turned out to be one of the giant turtles in the reserve Tuoxian Mountain.
These giant tortoises do not carry the Immortal Mountain all their lives, but each has nine giant tortoises who take turns carrying a Immortal Mountain.
The rest of the giant turtles went to Jiushui Guiyi's Guixu in their free time to absorb spiritual power, practice and eat. But when Longbo City Lord fished for turtles, he ate two at once, causing the two fairy mountains to sink behind Beiming.
Many of the remaining giant turtles have no use for them anymore.
At that time, there were also giants who were fishing for turtles for food, so these giant turtles who had no time left each other to make a living.
Some went to the depths of the sea, while those from Guiling followed the sea and rivers all the way to Zhonghuang.
"In other words, you were working under my mother back then?" Yu Sheng said, "Then you still dare to scold me and become my enemy?"
"The ancestor of all dragons, the king of the four seas, is your mother?" The man on Guiling was startled, "Isn't she the king of Donghuang?"
"My mother is the King of Donghuang." Yu Sheng said.
"Uh, the master has become the King of the Eastern Wasteland?" Only then did Master Guiling understand the relationship.
"Hey, it's been a long time, we are a family." Master Guiling said.
"Forget it, I'm not a turtle."
"It's a turtle!"
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Central Plains, City of Reclining Buddha.
The young monk led the bamboo stick monster over a mountain ridge and saw thousands of miles of fertile fields and a city on the plain.
There is a mountain behind the city, which looks like a huge reclining Buddha sleeping soundly, lifelike.
"Here we go, have we arrived at the Buddha City?" the bamboo stick monster asked breathlessly, "Great, we can finally have a good rest."
He feels like a world away now.
As they passed through the mountains, they saw no one except a city.
We did meet a few monsters, but they didn't give Bamboo Gang a chance to speak. They just attacked them when they met, and then they were pointed to death by the little monk.
At this time, they wanted to talk.
But apart from his last words, he couldn't say anything.
As for that city, it is the ruins of a city built on a cliff. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is now withered and overgrown by weeds.
They stayed there for a long time, and the young monk recited Buddhist sutras for a long time to save themselves from the prosperity of the past.
I heard from the young monk that the city should be an ancient city of saints that was destroyed in the Holy War.
They found some wine jars in the ruins. The smell of wine was still coming out of them, but unfortunately they were no longer drinkable.
The young monk took out the map, glanced at it, put it back, and said: "This is not the Buddha City. The Buddha City has to go north and is very close. This is the City of the Reclining Buddha."
"City of Reclining Buddha?"
"It is said that the great disciple of Buddha was just a martial artist before he learned Buddhism. One day, he walked here at dusk and saw the Buddha sleeping soundly on the Western Mountain under the setting sun. He thought this was a revelation from God, so he went north to the Buddhist city to worship as a disciple.
Buddha, take refuge in Buddhism." The young monk said.
"So it seems that we have Buddha nature now?" Zhugan looked at the reclining Buddha in the distance.
The little monk shook his head.
"The descendants were far-fetched and cut this mountain into the current reclining Buddha." The young monk looked at the reclining Buddha under the setting sun in the distance, "The Buddha you see now is just the Buddha in the eyes of the world, or in other words,
The Buddha others want you to see."
"It's a bit profound." Zhugan said.
"Let's go." The young monk walked in front. They descended the hill and went straight to the City of Reclining Buddha.
In the Central Plains, especially in inhabited areas, trees are rarely seen, and forests are even rarer. They are not as good as those in the Eastern Wilderness, let alone the Central Wilderness.
There is a lot of farmland here.
Now, in front of the little monk, there is endless fertile farmland.
Winter wheat is growing in the fields. It is almost May and the wheat in the fields has turned from green to golden, indicating a good harvest.
Many farmers are busy in the farmland. Their movements are slow and their faces are expressionless. Their skin is tanned black and the gullies on their faces are filled with dust.
They walked through the wheat fields.
Picking an ear of wheat from a bamboo pole that has turned yellow early, you are ready to taste the new wheat.
However, before he could rub the skin, he put the wheat grains into his mouth, and "pop", a whip hit the bamboo stick monster on the cheek.
Fortunately, the bamboo pole monster reacted quickly and took advantage of the situation. He jumped down the field bank and stood in the wheat field, crushing a lot of wheat.
"You brave little thief, how dare you steal wheat!" A monster jumped out and pointed his whip at the bamboo pole monster, "Okay, you still destroy the crops!"
The monster was very angry, but the farmers working in the field were stunned and didn't even look here.
"Your uncle, if you don't hit me, can I destroy it?" Zhugan said angrily.
The monster put away his whip and said, "Oh, it turns out it's a monster and a little monk."
"We are together." Zhugan said.
"Then let's go." The monster turned around and waved to the busy farmers in the field, "Hurry up, come here and help me pick up these wheat plants."
After that, he walked back and forth.
Only then did the bamboo stick monster see a deck chair in the wheat field. The monster was lying in the middle of the wheat field just now, so they didn't see it.
That recliner also overwhelms a lot of wheat.
Inexplicably being stopped, inexplicably relieved, the bamboo pole and the little monk were a little inexplicable.
They had just walked a few steps when they saw a child emerging from the wheat field in front of him with a small rag bag in his hand.
"Stop!" the whip-wielding monster shouted, passed by the young monk, and hurried after him, waving his whip.