After some chatting and joking, the master and disciples did not waste any more time and continued heading west.
Everything here seems to be a forbidden land for strangers. Not to mention large city-states and towns, even decent mountain villages are extremely rare.
For this reason, Tang Sanzang no longer needed to keep a low profile and pretend to be an ascetic.
So he ordered the little white dragon to transform into a dragon and fly into the sky, and the five masters and apprentices immediately rode on the clouds and walked quickly.
Not long after, the group of people had traveled three thousand miles westward, and five majestic and magnificent fairy mountains appeared in front of everyone.
At a glance, these five fairy mountains are located in five different directions.
Each fairy mountain is thousands of feet high. Many fairy grasses and sacred trees grow in the ravines of the mountain, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, like five dragons entrenching the mountains.
A series of magnificent waterfalls rush down from the junction of five fairy mountains, turning into a fairy lake with a radius of a hundred miles.
The fairy lake is sparkling, and the rising water mist outlines a rainbow of seven colors between the sky and the earth.
In the lake, there are more elegant and refined water lilies growing, and there are giant fish swimming in it.
And above the lake, there is a floating island made of immortal stone, with a magnificent Taoist temple sitting on it.
Thriving fairy vines extend from around the floating island, connecting end to end with the five surrounding fairy mountains, forming a thoroughfare from the Taoist temple to the outside world.
The entire area is shrouded in fairy mist, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, and abundant spiritual energy. From time to time, you can see a reclusive Taoist flying with a sword, making it feel like a fairyland on earth.
This fairyland on earth is not somewhere else, it is the Wuzhuang Temple of Wanshou Mountain, and it is also the Taoist mansion of Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals!
"Master, this Wuzhuang Temple looks quite impressive. Why did you stop here so suddenly?"
Seeing Tang Sanzang suddenly stop after arriving at the outskirts of Wanshou Mountain, Zhu Bajie standing next to him asked in confusion as he stepped on the fairy cloud.
"In the past few days, you have been living in the open and in the open with my master, and you have suffered a lot. I think you are already exhausted. How about we take a break for a while and stay in the Wuzhuang for a few days?"
Tang Sanzang thought for a moment and said this to the disciples.
On the way to the west, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties in total.
Every difficulty is a destined fate that cannot be escaped or avoided.
At present, the Wuzhuang Temple and Zhen Yuanzi in the temple are one of the disasters in his fate.
Since you can't escape, you might as well take advantage of the situation and take a bold trip to the Longevity Mountain!
After hearing what Tang Sanzang said, the disciples agreed one by one even though they didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
Just like that, the group of people immediately fell from the sky, walked on a bluestone road, passed through the vibrant Wanshou Mountain, and walked towards the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.
And their every move was also seen by the host of Wuzhuang Temple.
"Jin Chanzi, Pindao has been waiting for you here for five hundred years. After five hundred years of reincarnation, you are finally here!"
Seeing Tang Sanzang and his entourage approaching step by step on the fairy vines, a meaningful smile appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's face.
"Master, the six demon emperors in the world have gathered in Hezhou, Xiniu. They have sent a special envoy to ask you when can you go to the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering?"
At this moment, a fairy boy came forward and reported respectfully to Zhen Yuanzi.
"Those demons and demons are still so impatient. What's the harm in waiting for me for a while?"
There was a hint of displeasure in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes, "Tell the envoys to let the Demon Emperors eat and drink. I will meet them again after I have entertained my old friends."
"Master, the old friends you mentioned are those monks who are coming to our temple after a long journey of travel?"
Fairy boy quickly understood what Zhen Yuanzi was referring to, and immediately raised his eyes to look outside the pass, looking at the five Tang Sanzangs who were coming on the fairy vines.
"But Master, you are the ancestor of earthly immortals. That monk is no more than a living being in the Buddhist sect. How can it be worth it for you to put aside the gathering of ten thousand demons and come here to wait for me?"
Fairy Tong was quite puzzled by this.
"You don't know this."
Zhen Yuanzi said warmly, "Among these monks, the leader, whose Buddhist name is Tang Sanzang, is a pilgrim who came from the Tang Dynasty in the east to Lingshan Mountain in the west."
"In his previous life, he was Jin Chanzi, a direct disciple of Tathagata Buddha. He was also a close friend and old friend of the Buddha. Although he has forgotten his past life, this friendship is still there."
"In addition, his eldest disciple is named Sun Wukong. He is the Monkey King, the Monkey King who caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago. He is also one of the seven demon kings in the world. If he had not converted to Buddhism, then he would have been The distinguished guests at this Ten Thousand Demons Gala.”
After hearing this, Xiantong couldn't help but feel sad.
Unexpectedly, these seemingly hard-working and lonely monks actually all have great backgrounds!
"Master, the holy monk Tang Sanzang from the East came to pay homage to the mountain!"
While the master and disciple were talking, another disciple Yu Jian came and reported to Zhen Yuanzi.
"Please come quickly!"
"Here!"
…
Squeak!
After Tang Sanzang expressed his intention to come, the doors of Wuzhuang Temple opened one after another.
The disciples who were practicing or busy at first also gathered here and lined up on both sides of the main entrance. They all looked at Tang Sanzang respectfully.
"Welcome to the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty!"
"Welcome to the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty!"
"Welcome to the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty!"
For a moment, all the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple bowed devoutly and greeted Tang Sanzang like this.
Such a grand battle made Tang Sanzang a little surprised.
At a cursory glance, we can see that there are forty-eight disciples in the temple, and many of them have reached the Golden Immortal Realm.
Even the two Taoist boys with the weakest strength among them have already entered the realm of heavenly immortals.
The ancestor of the Earth Immortals really deserves his reputation!
Even the disciples under his command are no less talented than the orthodox gods in heaven.
"Holy Monk, I haven't seen you for five hundred years, but you finally come to my temple again. It's really hard for me to wait!"
Before Tang Sanzang could say anything else, a majestic but enthusiastic voice suddenly sounded from the view.
Following the sound, I saw a middle-aged Taoist man walking in all directions to welcome him enthusiastically from the temple.
The person who came was seen wearing a purple gold crown, an orange-yellow gold embroidered Taoist robe, holding a golden silk whisk, and a long beard with a fairy-like character.
And this person is none other than the master of Wuzhuang Temple - Zhen Yuanzi!
"The poor monk Tang Sanzang pays homage to the Immortal Zhenyuan!"
After recognizing the person's identity, Tang Sanzang immediately put his hands together and greeted him politely.
"The holy monk is so reserved, but he is really out of touch!"
"Come, come, come and enter the meditation together quickly, so that you and I can have a long talk!"
Zhen Yuanzi's enthusiasm exceeded Tang Sanzang's expectations.
He walked forward rather eagerly, grabbed Tang Sanzang's hand, and walked towards the temple.
Such a scene made him feel very strange.
Although Yuanzi from this town was an old friend of his in his previous life, it was only a casual encounter at most. He really shouldn't be so friendly!
But it was hard to refuse the visitor's hospitality. Although Tang Sanzang was flattered, he had no choice but to hesitate.
After Zhen Yuanzi pulled him for a long time, he suddenly remembered something, and then looked back at Sun Wukong and his party who were left behind.
"By the way, these are all disciples of the holy monk, and they were once famous figures in the three realms. The breeze and the bright moon will guide them to stay for a while and entertain them with the best vegetarian food. Don't neglect them. !”
"I will obey my master's orders!"
Under his instructions, the two fairy boys called Qingfeng and Mingyue stepped forward and led Sun Wukong and others to a wing not far away.
Zhen Yuanzi and Tang Sanzang immediately entered the main hall of the temple.
But the moment he entered the hall, Tang Sanzang, who was still quite cautious at first, suddenly frowned slightly.
Just because a very familiar aura was inexplicably lingering in the hall at this time, it suddenly touched Tang Sanzang's heart.
Following this familiar aura, he subconsciously looked towards the front of the hall, towards the statue enshrined in the Wuzhuang Temple.
After seeing the appearance of the statue clearly, Tang Sanzang's pupils suddenly shrank!
This...how is this possible! ?
