"Journey to the West"
"Well, with my poor cultivation, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to preach."
As he spoke, the clay sculpture fell off, revealing Chu Feng's fair face. He frowned slightly, obviously worried that the water on the westward journey was too deep.
"Don't worry, host, this time is different from the past. This time, as a representative of the Taoist sect, the host will participate in the journey to the west. He will prevent the Buddhist scriptures from being obtained without directly using magic power on Tang Monk and others. During this period, the host will receive support from the Taoist sect."
“So that’s how it is”
Chu Feng nodded slightly, never expecting that he would act as a representative of Taoism to attack Journey to the West Buddhism.
This kind of journey to the west is expected to be unique.
"Now return the things to the host"
As soon as the system finished speaking, a golden light flew up from the corner of the Taoist temple, carrying a package of things and came closer.
With a crash, several items fell down.
A silver-white bracelet that looks very thick and can vaguely suppress other magic weapons; a gourd with a purple gold appearance, which is the previous purple gold gourd; a banana fan that is entirely green, with the power of the Yang flowing; one is golden The ropes are slightly thicker than ordinary ropes. One is a seven-star sword that is common in Taoist sects, but it has a simple and simple meaning. It shows that it has gone through many years; a mutton-fat jade pure bottle, shining with light; Compared with that one, it looks more like the real thing; a Taoist robe that is mainly yellow, but when my spiritual sense goes through it, I can't see through it.
"These things are not all poor, but they are a bit like the property of Taishang Laojun."
Chu Feng had a joking look on his face.
Every time the system wants to do something, it will do some weird things.
"These things come from a different world. They are indeed Taishang Laojun's things. The host will use them. In addition, these things and the corresponding refining methods are all on the scroll."
At this time, a white scroll flew out of the Bagua furnace.
Chu Feng reached out to take it and hid it in his sleeve. Step forward and collect all these things with the method of Qiankun in your sleeves.
"Have Tiger Er Niang and the others come back?"
"In the side hall"
"Okay, let's go"
Chu Feng smiled slightly, his figure blurred, and disappeared along with the entire Taoist temple.
…
Liangjie Mountain is located on the border of the Tang Dynasty, adjacent to Wuzhi Mountain. Once upon a time, monsters were rampant and it was a dangerous place. Five hundred years ago, a mountain that resembled Wuzhi fell from the sky, and the monsters scattered in all directions.
Instead, some mortal beasts lived in the mountains and forests. Gradually, there were also people here, but they were mainly hunters.
On this day, something not too big or too small happened. Suddenly, a Taoist temple appeared on the mountain. It was not big, because it was too remote, and not many hunters knew about it. But it was not small, because a Taoist temple appeared out of thin air. The top of the mountain appears in the same way as the mountain that resembles five fingers, and it is easy for people to overthink it.
On this day, an old Taoist riding a green bull appeared on the mountain road with a steep slope. The old Taoist priest was also a big-hearted man and actually fell asleep on the back of the bull.
When passing by a crystal clear stream, Qingniu walked over and drank some water by the water's edge. The expression on his face seemed to be enjoying it.
At this time, a light sound of a pastoral flute came.
The old Taoist priest seemed to be awakened. He opened his eyes, stretched, patted the green cow's neck to stop it from drinking water, and then looked casually in the direction where the reed pipe came from.
He is a little shepherd boy of seven or eight years old. He has a very delicate appearance and has the graceful appearance of Nanshan. At first glance, he is not ordinary.
The old Taoist felt itchy for a moment, so he rode a green ox over and said hello.
"That boy has an extraordinary appearance. Has he ever practiced Taoism?"
"never"
The little shepherd boy stopped, said something, and continued to play the flute.
The old Taoist closed his eyes and listened for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Pure, clear and innocent heart is rare and rare."
The little shepherd boy stopped playing the flute with a pure smile on his face.
"Old man, where are we going? I grew up here since I was a child, and I am familiar with every plant and tree here."
The old Taoist stroked his beard and showed admiration.
"It's even more rare to have a helpful heart. This time, I want to visit Taoist Master Chu on Liangjie Mountain."
The little shepherd boy suddenly realized, and the expression on his face became more intimate.
"Old man, it turns out you are looking for Taoist Master Chu. I have just met him. I fought with him in a cricket fight and won a gourd."
As he spoke, the shepherd boy took out a gourd the size of earwax from his right ear and blew on it for a few times. The gourd grew bigger little by little and became the size of a normal gourd in a few breaths.
The shepherd boy's hands were too small, so he held it with two hands instead, with a smile on his face. He was obviously very satisfied with this thing.
When the old Taoist saw the gourd, his eyes were dull and he murmured: "Why is the old Taoist's purple gold gourd in your hand?"
Hearing this, the shepherd boy was surprised and said: "Old man, have you read it wrong? I saw with my own eyes that this gourd was born from the old gourd on the wall of the Taoist temple. It is a serious son-generation gourd."
The old Taoist came to his senses and laughed and scolded: "You idiot, how can a gourd give birth? You are talking about the gourd vine. Is it possible that you are infatuated to give the gourd a son?"
"It's not a gourd vine, it's a gourd. I saw it with my own eyes."
The shepherd boy said seriously with a small face.
"Nonsense"
The old Taoist was a little disappointed with the shepherd boy.
Even though the shepherd boy was simple-minded, he felt a little annoyed when he heard this.
"I not only have gourds for my sons, but also banana fans for my grandchildren."
As he spoke, the shepherd boy took out a banana fan the size of an earwax from his left ear, and blew on it for a few times. The banana fan gradually grew bigger, and in a few breaths it became the size of a normal banana fan.
"Panana Fan"
The old Taoist was stunned to see how all his belongings had ended up in the hands of the little shepherd boy. He tried to summon them with a mantra, but there was no response.
Could it be a fake, but why does it give me the same feeling?
"This is the Lantern Festival. I won it when the Taoist priest and I were guessing lantern riddles."
The shepherd boy had a little joy on his face.
The old Taoist was speechless. This kind of treasure was given away casually. This unmasked Taoist Master Chu was actually richer than himself.
"Oh, it's dinner time. I have to go back quickly, otherwise my mother will blame me. The mountain road is steep. Old man, please be careful on the road."
The shepherd boy collected the banana fans and gourds, urged the oxen, and went down the mountain.
The old Taoist was messy in the mountain wind. After a long time, he suddenly looked at the sky and muttered something, as if he was making some large-scale summons. After a while, a purple gold gourd and a banana fan flew from the thirty-three heavens.
Holding his own purple gourd and banana fan, the old Taoist looked relaxed, and then frowned slightly. This Taoist Master Chu, who had never been masked, was not simple.
Continuing forward along the mountain road, about five or six miles, passing by a bamboo forest, the old Taoist saw two beautiful women, playing the harp and flute.
The sound is heartwarming!
The old Taoist mistakenly thought that the mountain monster was arty, so he stopped and looked at it. Only then did he realize that they were two people.
How could such a talented person come out of a remote and remote place with little spiritual energy? The curiosity of the old Taoist priest was suddenly piqued. 89
