Another day later, at dawn, a painful roar came from three huts connected together at the foot of the mountain.
On the third day of the mountain, two people, one big and one small, wearing linen clothes and filial piety, were walking on the mountain road with camels full of bacon and wild products. The little one said that he had won over Chu Feng that day. The shepherd boy with purple, gold, red gourds and banana fans has a dark face, rough hands, larger than ordinary people, tight muscles in his body, and a steady and powerful walk. He is a good player at first glance, and he must be a hunter in the mountains.
These two people were undoubtedly dressed as deceased elders in the family.
After walking for a while, when he saw a Taoist temple on the mountain in the distance, the shepherd boy accidentally slipped and fell to the ground. He was cut on the palm of his hand by the sharp-edged pebbles on the ground, and blood flowed for a while.
The man who was traveling with him quickly helped the shepherd boy up.
"Da Lang, how could you be so careless!"
"It doesn't matter, kid. Just now I was thinking about Aweng, and I was distracted for a moment."
The shepherd boy shook his head, looking sad.
The man let out a long sigh, pulled off a piece of linen from his clothes, and wrapped it in his son's hand.
At this time, the backyard of the Taoist temple was silent. Under an ancient tree, Chu Feng, dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, looked at seven gourds with his hands behind his back, looking thoughtful.
There was a rustling sound, and the slender and slender Tiger Erniang came over, her voice slightly lowered.
"Master, Liu Laoshi has passed away down the mountain. His son Liu Boqin and his grandson Liu Xi have come up the mountain. I must be asking for your help in salvation."
"I know. When they arrive, tell them that I went out to visit friends and won't be back until tomorrow."
Chu Feng did not look back and spoke calmly.
"yes"
Tiger Erniang subdued herself, turned around and left.
Chu Feng turned his head and glanced at the sunshine on the horizon, with an expression of disbelief. He had seen this Liu Laoshi a few days ago. He was as his name suggests, very honest, and he treated others with enthusiasm. He could be described as a kind person. Such a person should have saved him. save.
However, through innate calculations, Chu Feng found that Liu Laoshi had been a good man for nine generations. In this life, he would serve as a god in the underworld. More than nine hundred years later, he would become a prince during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty. This meant that he would return to the underworld. If you become a prince in the Ming Dynasty, your surname is Zheng. When the prosperity is over, you will reach the immortal world.
"Liu Laoshi, have a good trip."
Chu Feng whispered.
…
On the steps at the entrance of the Taoist temple, Liu Boqin and Liu Xi knelt down next to each other, looking sad.
"Unfortunately, my father has passed away. I ask the Taoist priest to help me to be saved and to allow my father to reincarnate safely."
"Please seek salvation from the Taoist Master and let Awen reincarnate safely."
With a creak, the door of the Taoist temple opened, and Hu Erniang, who was wrapped in a Taoist robe and had a slender body, walked out.
"The master of the temple will go out to visit friends and will not return until tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will report to the master of the temple, please go back! Life in the mountains is not easy, so bring back the bacon and wild products!"
"Thank you Guanzhu"
"Thank you Guanzhu"
Liu Boqin and Liu Xi kowtowed at the same time.
After the two of them led the ox away, Chu Feng appeared at the gate of the Taoist temple and ordered: "Tang Monk is here, you transform into a colorful tiger and scare him. Remember, Liu Boqin who happens to pass by will kill you."
"yes"
Tiger Erniang turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the air.
The tiger in Jingyanggang scared Monk Tang in Liangjie Mountain, interesting, interesting.
Chu Feng put his hand on his chin and wanted to twist his beard and smile, but found that he had no beard and couldn't help but laugh.
In the afternoon, in a vast green area at the foot of the mountain, there was a young and handsome monk riding a white horse, walking slowly on the mountain path.
Strange to say, this monk lived in the open air, but his skin was as delicate and fair as a young girl's, and his body was spotless.
If a practitioner observes carefully, they will find that the monk's Zen staff and a cassock in the package will emit a burst of fresh air from time to time on the monk's body, making him clean as before and preventing his skin from being burned and discolored by excessive sunlight.
"Amitabha, it is very difficult to walk in this mountain"
The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and wanted to dismount and walk. He went to see a scene that made him lose half of his soul. Under the cover of vegetation, there was a beautiful tiger lying, seemingly taking a nap.
The monk has lived in Huasheng Temple in Chang'an since he was a child. When he saw such a scene, he was so frightened that he fell off his horse on the spot and inevitably made a sound.
"Ouch..."
The colorful tiger woke up, stood up suddenly, and roared to the sky, filled with the smell of blood.
"Save me, save me..."
The monk was rolling and crawling in the grass, shouting for help.
"You evil beast, don't hurt anyone"
A sharp arrow came through the air and hit the colorful tiger.
"Ouch..."
The colorful tiger fled away with a low roar.
"so far so good……"
The monk sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
The bushes were pushed aside, revealing the figures of Liu Boqin, Liu Xi, and Huang Niu.
Liu Boqin held a stiff bow and looked at the fleeing tiger in surprise. This was the first time he had seen a tiger that fled immediately after being injured.
To be honest, if he hadn't been trying to save someone just now, he would have been unwilling to shoot the tiger. The tiger is the king of beasts and cannot be easily provoked.
Experienced hunters will avoid head-on confrontation with tigers unless they are forced to do so.
"Thank you to the good people for saving me."
At some point, the monk had already stood up and saluted calmly, without any panic as before.
Liu Boqin shook his hand, looking loyal.
"There, there, the elder is polite. It's getting late today and the mountain is dangerous. I will be buried tomorrow and Liu will personally escort the elder across the Liangjie Mountain."
When the monk heard this, he put his hands together and looked solemn.
"Amitabha, a poor monk, is a monk from Huasheng Temple in Chang'an. His Buddhist name is Xuanzang. He is well versed in Buddhism and is willing to be a good man to save me."
Liu Boqin had already invited Taoist Master Chu, so he wanted to refuse, but he thought that having one more master to save him would help me reincarnate as soon as possible, so he agreed.
"Thank you, elder"
"Amitabha, a monk, does his duty"
Xuanzang sang the Buddha's name again, his expression even more solemn.
"My home is not far from here, only five miles away. I'll be there as soon as I talk. Elder, please"
Liu Boqin smiled and raised his hand.
"The poor monk's horse"
Xuanzang turned around and looked.
"I'm holding on"
Liu Xi, who looked like a boy, came over holding a white horse.
A group of three people plus a horse and a cow were chatting and walking on the mountain road.
When they reached a forest, a man in green clothes suddenly walked out. He was unusually tall and burly. He was holding a four-foot-long machete, which made him even more powerful.
"Hey, I opened this road and planted this mountain. I want to pass by here and leave money from selling the road."
Liu Boqin, the leader of the three men, raised his hands and said, "Brother, I am a hunter in the mountains, and I am accompanied by Quanzi, a wandering monk with no wealth."
The man in green squinted his eyes, stared at the white horse and the ox, and said coldly: "Keep the horse and the ox."
"No"
It was Xuanzang who spoke out.
"Um"
The man in green had a frosty face.
"This white horse was given to the young monk by the King of Tang Dynasty. The hunchback monk used it to obtain Buddhist scriptures from the west. I can't give it to you."
Xuanzang insisted.
"The scalper can't give it to you either."
Tong'er Liu Xi also said loudly.
Seeing the reaction of Xuanzang and his son, Liu Boqin had no choice but to bite the bullet.
"This eldest brother must be passing through and is short of food. I have some bacon and mountain products on my scalper. You can take it. If not, Liu will have to do one with you."
"It's up to you"
The man in Tsing Yi chuckled and rushed forward, but did not use the knife, but only used fists and kicks.
Liu Boqin was no match at all and was beaten back repeatedly.
"Why did you only hit Liu in the mouth?"
The man in Tsing Yi looked at Liu Boqin's swollen mouth and sneered.
"I hit you right in the mouth."
Next, Liu Boqin received another four or five punches in the mouth, and one of his front teeth fell out.
The man in green seemed to have had enough fighting. He walked aside, picked up the dropped machete, and walked away.
"Do you dare to leave your name?"
Liu Xi chased after him and shouted.
"Wu Song"
The man in green clothes left his name and disappeared deep into the woods. 89
