Fa Hai also doesn't take the main road, and specially chooses secluded trails deep in the mountains and wild forests...
"Your horse's foot strength is not as strong as that of a poor monk." Fa Hai led the horse. Seeing that the horse was panting and struggling to lift its hooves, he couldn't help but laugh: "How can a poor monk with a hunchback go to the West like this?" ?”
This white horse was a gift from the king of Tang Dynasty. Among the common people, it can also be called a thousand-mile horse.
But following Master Sanzang into the world of demons and gods, I am afraid that I will die in vain.
"Let's go back."
Fahai took off the bow and patted the white horse's butt: "If you encounter a monster with strong magic power, the poor monk may not be able to protect you."
The horse was quite intelligent and seemed to understand Fahai's words. It nudged Fahai a few times, snorted a few times, turned back three times with one step, and returned to the realm of the Tang Dynasty.
Between the mountains, there is not even a single human being.
I randomly took some wild fruits to quench my hunger and thirst, and the journey was considered a practice. It not only exercised my will, but also tempered my body.
The body of Master Tripitaka seems to be weak, but in fact it is not.
The eminent monk carries the Dharma, which can draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, and hides the essence of Qi and blood in his body. He just doesn't know how to mobilize it. Now the sea of dharma is circulating it one by one, not for anything else... just to cultivate an Arhat's golden body.
Fahai is not an arrogant person. If you think about it carefully, a thousand-year-old monster like Bai Suzhen can behave like this. It is already quite exhausting to deal with it. If you meet those thousand-year-old monster kings, you can only rely on this "mundane" body. , I'm afraid it's more bad than good.
Fortunately, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva bestowed upon him two Buddhist sacred objects: the brocade cassock and the nine-ring tin staff. Otherwise, Fahai would have to find a place to cultivate the power to reach heaven before he would leave.
This world is full of aura, and Fahai consciously cultivates a thousand miles with each passing day, achieving twice the result with half the effort.
As he was walking, a gust of cold wind suddenly hit him, and he saw a fierce tiger standing on a rock in front of him, while behind him, several long snakes snaked out from nowhere, and there was no way out to the left or right.
There were many poisonous insects and ferocious beasts along the way. Fahai was naturally unafraid, but he could not help but think in his heart: How could a mortal like Master Tripitaka make it on such a dangerous road? Not to mention the various disasters along the way.
Just when he was thinking about whether he should show weakness and see if he could trick out the hidden gods on the left and right, the tiger had already pounced in front of him.
"What an evil beast."
The "General Yin" from the previous mountain was no match for Fa Hai, let alone the wild tiger in this mountain?
Before the tiger had time to express his ferocity, he felt his waist sink and his lower abdomen tighten... Furthermore, Fahai had already ridden on him at some point and slapped him in the face: "This poor monk is lacking some strength in his legs."
With this big dick around, even the king of beasts turns into a delicate and cute pet.
"Master, what a handsome skill!"
At this time, I saw a hunter walking in the forest with a steel fork in his hand, and he took care of several long snakes in two or three times.
Fahai looked at it carefully and marveled in his heart: This man is really extraordinary. He seems to be ordinary, but he has an immortal spirit, but he doesn't know who he is.
This person must have used the method of concealment, unlike Taibai Jinxing who was unobstructed. Now that his magic power is no longer at its peak, his origin cannot be seen for a while.
I guess he should be the "savior" of this disaster on the way westward, right?
The hunter packed up the snake, stepped forward, and asked out of curiosity: "Master, why are you walking alone among these mountains?"
"Amitabha." Fahai pressed the big cat's neck with his Zen staff across one hand, and held a Buddha's gift in his other hand. "The poor monk Tang Sanzang, on the order of the King of Tang, went to the West to obtain the true scriptures... He has not yet thanked the benefactor for his help."
"The master has the power to subdue dragons and tigers. How can a mere mountain snake or insect harm the master?" Orion laughed and said, "I was originally a hunter in this mountain. My surname is Liu Mingboqin, and my nickname is Zhenshan Taibao. It is also fate that I meet the master now. Today's view It’s getting late, why don’t you go to a humble house to rest for a while, Master, and then start your journey tomorrow?”
"The poor monk is nagging."
Having a place to rest is naturally better than sleeping in the open air.
After all, under the rule of the Tang Dynasty, it was not that easy to seduce some enlightened monsters.
Although this is the human world, there are also hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Some people appear to be just civil servants on the surface, but secretly they also work part-time as dragon-slaying executioners...
The little monster in the previous mountain was probably arranged in advance, and Liu Boqin probably knew about it, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed those mountain monsters to remain until now.
Riding a big cat all the way, following Liu Boqin through a winding hillside, we came across a mountain villa.
The so-called towering ancient trees and the road full of wild vines. The wind and dust are cold in thousands of valleys, and the weather on thousands of cliffs is strange. The fragrance of wild flowers wafts through the path, and there are several bamboo poles lingering in the green. The Caomen Tower and the fenced courtyard are worthy of description and painting; the stone bridge and the white clay walls are truly joyful and rare. The autumn face is desolate, and the refreshing air is lonely. Yellow leaves fall along the road, and white clouds float on the ridge. The mountain birds are chattering in the sparse forest, and the thin dogs are croaking outside the village gate.
It's truly an extraordinary place.
Fa Hai secretly sighed in his heart, the Tang Dynasty really had hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
"Where are the little ones?" The Taibao in front of the door shouted, and he saw three or four children walking out, all of them had strange shapes and evil looks, showing their wild aura.
At this moment, everyone was curiously looking at this elder riding a big tiger and admiring him one after another.
Fa Hai turned over and got off the tiger, silently recited a few magic formulas, and then pressed a Buddhist handprint on his seal hall. The big cat became more docile and well-behaved as a result of being subdued, and lay down on the side of the wall of the villa.
"Are there women, children, old and young in the strong man's family?" Fahai asked one more question.
"There is an old lady in the hall, and there are also children playing."
"You can't be careless like this." Fahai inserted the nine-ring tin staff into the big cat's side and said, "Please ask the strong man to lend you a strong rope."
"Go." The Taibao gave the young man in front of him a look, and the young man hurried to the villa, shouting as he ran: "An elder captured a big and colorful tiger..."
The village was instantly shaken, and some fearless little children ran out to watch, causing their mother to worry and scold her.
"It's not a big deal." Liu Boqin said with a smile: "I often go to the mountains to hunt tigers for food, but usually all I bring are dead tigers. Now let them see the real ones, which will give them a boost of courage. "
Liu Boqin hosted a banquet. Since monks do not eat meat, Liu's mother made some vegetarian food to entertain the eminent monks.
Fahai saw that the little children were smart and well-behaved, so he did not hesitate to teach them a set of Luohan Fuhu Fist, which also attracted a lot of thanks.
That night.
Fahai and Liu Boqin sat opposite each other in the courtyard of the villa.
"My Taoist master has been reincarnated as a mortal for ten generations, but he never thought that he would awaken the true spirit." Suddenly a ray of silver light fell into Liu Boqin's body, and he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Master, it's been a long time."
After Liu Boqin finished speaking, he performed a change, and his appearance actually changed. He was dressed in white, with a folding fan in his hand, and he had an outstanding temperament.
Fahai was stunned for a moment and became wary: "Who is your Excellency?"
He really didn't know this person, and he was slowly calculating in his mind: Listening to his words, he might be an old acquaintance of Jin Chanzi's thousands of years ago, but he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend.
Liu Boqin seemed a little surprised when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "Master, since you have such a level of cultivation, why do you pretend not to recognize an old friend? Jin Chanzi, do you really not recognize Yang Jian and Yang Erlang?"
hiss--
Although he didn't know the person, the name "Yang Jian and Yang Erlang" probably only belonged to one family in the Three Realms, and there was no other semicolon. How could he not know it?
Could it be that there was a past between Jin Chanzi and Yang Erlang thousands of years ago?
"Could it be that your Excellency is Erlang Zhenjun from Guanjiangkou?" He asked if he knew it, but without waiting for the other party's reply, he continued: "The poor monk's lay name is Chen. He became a monk in Jinshan Temple since he was a child. He was known as Jiangliu Monk, and later took the Buddhist name Xuanzang. Later, the king of Tang gave him the name Tang Sanzang, but Jin Chanzi's name has never been given... Now he is on the order of the king of Tang to go to the West to obtain the true scripture. Did the true king admit the wrong person? "
