Bird Mother Tian was riding on an old camel, jolting constantly, her eyebrows raised, wishing she could kill this beast.
However, the old camel lowered his eyelids and moved weakly, lowering his head to look for weeds in the crevices of the Gobi rocks.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry."
The one who spoke was another ghost and god, holding the neck of the camel under him, which was also ups and downs.
This is a cloudless Gobi desert. A line of camels is marching forward, carrying all the important people on their backs.
The ghosts and gods who had withdrawn from the sky, the immortals, were now riding a camel team, heading towards Lingshan slowly and arduously.
"There is no way. The road to Lingshan starts from the human world. We bypass the Buddhist Kingdom and can only walk there with our feet."
After hearing the explanation, Que Mutian became more and more annoyed, "How did they get past so many troops from Jiuchongtian?"
Di Tingtian was stunned for a moment, and then explained helplessly, "The Nine Heavens occupy the bridge between heaven and earth, and also block the Buddhist path to heaven."
"They have supreme authority and can break open space and invade Lingshan on a large scale."
How could the immortals endure such an arrangement if they had clear ears and eyes that could see hundreds of thousands of suspended insects in a drop of water?
Lice crawled around in the hair of each camel, and countless tiny mosquitoes lurked in the pores of the camel's skin.
The warm breath, with the unique smell of camels, is simply...
Ghosts, gods, and immortals, aloof and spotless, have never been treated in such an embarrassment.
Ziwuxian held a chipped dry cake and turned it around for several weeks, but still couldn't find a place to eat it. He threw it out helplessly and landed on the side of the road, knocking out a lizard and scorpion that was sticking out its tongue.
"Thirsty!"
There are even ghosts and gods holding the skin bags, not caring about the billions of insects hanging in the water, swallowing in big mouths to relieve thirst and heat.
At this speed, when can we reach Lingshan?
Bird Mother Tian thought helplessly, they all say that a fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken, isn't that what they gods are like?
Never thought that one day, Cang would become a mortal and be with this stupid thing beneath him.
Old Luotuo may have eaten too much before, and she felt bloated along the way. She stopped by the roadside and took a sip. The rich hot air floated in front of Que Mutian, and she wanted to die.
"Slow, wait, let me catch up."
From the side of the road, a man stumbled over, his head wrapped in a turban to protect him from the wind and sand.
Que Mutian rolled her eyes and kicked the old camel under her feet, signaling to speed up.
Unexpectedly, the old camel stopped and stared curiously at the uninvited guest with his big eyes.
The visitor used his hands and feet to climb up the slope to the official road. He subconsciously clasped his hands together and said, "Dear donors, please be polite."
When the bird mother saw this, veins popped up on her forehead. The bald turtle was sent to her to be killed!
Other ghosts, gods and immortals also raised their heads and looked at the person who came. He was a little novice monk in his teens, carrying a book frame behind him and holding a scimitar with difficulty in his hands, hanging on his wrist.
"Can you give me a ride?"
The little novice monk smiled, he was a familiar person, and when he saw the camel that still had room, he jumped on it.
Well!
The look in Que Mutian's eyes indicated that the reckless little bald turtle was talking nonsense, so he could just kill it.
"Everyone, little monk Liusha, I am going on a pilgrimage to Lingshan this time. There will be a lot of disturbances on the way back."
Hearing these words, the other immortals and gods looked at him in unison. It was indeed a smooth journey to Lingshan!
The little novice monk Liusha was still introducing himself, "The little monk was born in the Gobi Desert. His ancestral property is a small and medium-sized bandit killing group. He is engaged in a business without capital and licking blood with his sword."
Having said this, he hurriedly explained, "Now I have changed my career. Under the influence of my Buddha, I have escaped into Buddhism, chanting sutras and practicing."
He raised the scimitar in his hand and said, "I have dismissed the thieves long ago and devoted myself to practice. This thing is a souvenir."
As he spoke, he said with a shy smile, "I am in Buddhism, and now I am not well-known. If someone else were to be the quicksand monk, I would be me."
I’ve never heard of Sha Monk, but I don’t know how many famous minor characters he is.
The sparrow mother and other ghosts and gods shook their heads in disdain. If I were outside the sky, I could kill thousands of you like you in one breath.
The Sha Monk saw the Night Tour Immortal vomiting out windy sand in a panic, and kindly gave him some advice, "You can't do this. You have to cover your mouth and nose with a towel. Otherwise, when you set up camp at night, you won't even be able to eat, and you'll have too much sand and gravel in your stomach."
If you can't pull it out in two days, something will happen."
Sure enough, he is a familiar one.
Bird Mother Tian knew her companion's plan, so she used the young novice monk as a cover and rushed to Lingshan together, thus saving a lot of trouble.
After a few days, the Queen Mother and the others woke up, and unknowingly they became a sangha.
The original Sangha refers to a self-organized group of monks who gather in groups to practice and travel far.
Later, any spontaneous gathering group led by monks could be called a Sangha.
After all, when a monk travels far away, he must be supported by many people. There are people in the team who carry the rituals, make fires to cook, and serve to chant sutras, all of which are indispensable. The Liusha monk is familiar with him. After coming for a few days, he began to introduce the meaning of Buddhist scriptures.
On the way, I met a group of monks, also a mixture of monks and believers. Their goal was also Lingshan Mountain, but they took a different path.
"Why?"
When the Liusha Monk heard the question, he smiled and explained, "There are thousands of roads in Lingshan. Wherever your heart goes is the goal. As the saying goes, different roads lead to the same destination."
Quemutian and his party learned a lot about Buddhism from the young novice monk, and they became more and more silent.
In the eyes of outsiders, they were undoubtedly members of the Sangha who made offerings to Monk Liusha, and they went to Lingshan together.
"No, I suspect that Xiao Xiugui is as smart as a fool. He has already noticed that our identity is wrong and deliberately guided us."
One day, Que Mutian found an opportunity to communicate with other companions.
"Is there any way to go to Lingshan Mountain? If there are no monks to lead the way, you and I will not be able to get there no matter what."
During this period of time, they were walking with the Liusha Monk, and only then did they realize that Lingshan is a holy land of Buddhism, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.
If there are no monks to lead the way, even if you follow the footsteps of your predecessors, you will not be able to reach Lingshan Mountain.
"When we get to Lingshan, we'll take action and kill this little bald turtle."
All the immortals and gods are hard-hearted people. It is impossible for them to get along with each other for just a few days before they develop ridiculous feelings and become unable to do anything. They are clearly using the quicksand monk, and they wait until they reach Lingshan Mountain to kill the donkey.
The quicksand monk seems to know nothing about this. He smiles and tells a few short stories every day to promote Buddhism.
The ghosts, gods and immortals are determined, how could they be persuaded by him? They just deal with it on the surface, but in fact they are neither ears nor hearts.
He was born in a Gobi thieves-killing group and had family education. He was able to face the harsh environment like a duck to water, and soon led the camel team out of the Gobi. "Everyone, after passing the Gobi, there is no dangerous environment ahead, and the road to Lingshan is better than that."
It’s a smooth journey.”
The Shaman Monk looked at a group of old camels and said with regret, "Camels are hardworking and hardworking, and they cannot survive outside the Gobi Desert."
"Then just kill them and throw them on the roadside. They won't be used anyway."
Que Mutian said naturally, shouldn't the tools be thrown away after they are used up?
The sand monk coughed a few times and said, "In fact, it is okay to let them go. They will flee into the depths of the Gobi, find aquatic plants to settle in, and then turn into a herd of wild camels, waiting for future generations to capture and tame them."
"This is the way of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, where something is borrowed and something is repaid."