Tang Sanzang slowly entered the main hall and saw a gilded tablet on the altar table with five characters written on it - the position of Sun Potian!
Seeing Sanzang respectfully burning incense and kneeling before him, everyone looked a little better.
When Sanzang turned around, he saw the old man who had driven him out earlier standing at the door of the hall. At this time, there was already a slight smile on the old man's face.
After leading Sanzang back to the courtyard, the father-in-law introduced his origins to everyone.
A man in his thirties loudly said: "Monk from the Tang Dynasty, I have a share in seeing you. Now that you have caught up, let's taste a piece of tiger meat. I heard that eating the meat of this demon can prolong your life."
Another old man scolded the man: "That's nonsense. Monks don't eat meat. Don't you understand this?"
The man looked indifferent: "I'm afraid he'll be hungry after leaving the village. As you know, there won't even be a single home for hundreds of miles from here to the west."
Sanzang didn't take this seriously, but turned to his father-in-law and said, "My father-in-law, who is this Sun Potian?"
The old man looked at Wuzhishan and sighed: "Our benefactor is the hero who was suppressed by Wuzhishan. If it weren't for him, Liangjie Town would never know how long it would have been harmed by the monsters in heaven."
After the father-in-law finished speaking, everyone present cursed in heaven.
From yesterday when the captain hesitated to speak, to now when the people spoke of Heaven and gnashed their teeth, Sanzang became more and more confused.
Looking at Sanzang's expression, the old man knew what he was thinking. While the tiger meat was still undercooked, he pulled him to a corner and sat down to talk.
Starting from the time when Xue Tianqingyin got rid of the Roaring Dog and finally met the Erlang Shinto soldier, he continued to talk about the village where everyone is now - Liangjie Village.
At first, there was no news about Xue Tianqing after he was suppressed in Wuzhishan. People thought he had escaped.
In addition, the villagers who saw Xue Tianqing that night came back and said that even if he left the town, he would still not go far, so no one thought that he had been suppressed by Taishang Laojun.
However, because of fear of heavenly retaliation and Xue Tianqing's instructions, most of the people stayed at the homes of relatives and friends or in the mountains for almost ten days before returning to Two Realms Town one after another.
By the time everyone returned to the town, all the Immortal Locking Formation and the pagoda fragments had been taken away. Except for the place at the east end of the town where the corpses of the heavenly soldiers lay dead, the entire Two Realms Town was no different from usual.
At the beginning, the people who returned to the town were worried all day long, fearing that heaven would retaliate again.
But after another ten days, when they saw that everything was as usual, everyone felt relieved and thought that the matter was over.
Even so, there are still a few people who refuse to come back because they have not only seen the power of Heaven, but also their indifference and shamelessness.
Just when everyone thought everything was safe, that night, fire rain suddenly fell from the sky in Liangjie Town, instantly setting all the houses on fire.
When the people who had not returned home heard the news the next day and came over, they saw that not only was the town of Two Realms reduced to ruins, but the Liangjie Mountain Pass that originally connected the two continents had also completely collapsed.
The disaster happened so suddenly, and it was late at night, so almost no one in the town was spared.
The surviving people gathered together to discuss and decided to travel far away from home to find a quiet place to recuperate, in order to preserve the Miao descendants of Two Worlds Town.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a young man appeared and told everyone that Sun Potian had not left, but was suppressed by the Heavenly Court at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, more than 300 miles north of Liangjie Town.
If everyone is willing, they can go with him and guarantee that as long as they get there, they will never be oppressed by heaven again.
In this way, everyone followed the man to what is now Liangjie Village, where they built houses and roads and settled down.
Not long after settling in, Datang worked with the local government to build a road to the south of the village to facilitate people's communication.
But because there is a mountain pass a hundred miles south from Liangjie Town, where it is more convenient to enter and exit, there are not many pedestrians on this road, which is why Liangjie Village is still a small village.
Since its appearance more than 700 years ago, the Liangjie Mountain, which stretches thousands of miles, has not only blocked the transportation between the two continents, but has also become a gathering place for spirits.
Although the original Two Realms Town was located in a strategic area, there were very few attacks by spirits. But Liangjie Village, which is located in the mountains and has no homes within a hundred miles, is different.
As soon as everyone arrived, the nearby monsters began to plot against them. Fortunately, although the young man's cultivation was not as good as that of Sun Potian, he was more than enough to deal with ordinary monsters, so everyone was safe.
After living in Liangjie Village for ten years, the young man approached the village chief and said that it was time to leave.
The village chief was shocked when he heard this. What if the young man leaves and the monster comes again?
The young man smiled and told everyone that from the day he left, as long as they were within twenty miles of Wuzhishan, they would never be harmed by monsters.
As for the reason, of course, their benefactor has recovered his magic power. Although he cannot get out of Wuzhi Mountain, there is no problem in keeping everyone safe.
At the beginning, the people in Liangjie Village still didn't believe it, but as the monsters came several times and not only returned without success, but many even lost their lives, they finally believed the young man's words.
From then on, people began to live here with peace of mind. Not only did he build a shrine for Sun Potian, but he also went to worship at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain every New Year.
Eleven years have passed since the young man left. Not only are the people in the village living more and more prosperously, but even the spirits nearby know this rule. Except for the first two years, they have never fought twice since. Jie Cun's idea.
Today's tiger spirit is the first monster in nine years to dare to offend Sun Potian. As for the outcome, Sanzang can see clearly.
After hearing the old man mention young people several times, Tang Sanzang asked curiously: "Old man, where did that young man go?"
The old man shook his head: "I don't know about this old man, but elder, I heard that there are no monsters in the Tang Dynasty. Is this true or false?"
Sanzang nodded: "The poor monk has been in the Tang Dynasty for nearly forty years, and he has never heard of any monsters."
When the old man heard this, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes: "It's a pity that we are not from the Tang Dynasty and can't go there for a long time. Otherwise, we don't have to worry about the intrusion of monsters."
Sanzang was startled: "My father-in-law, aren't you protected by your benefactor? Why are you afraid of monsters?"
Seeing that no one was paying attention around him, the old man whispered: "Elder, my benefactor is a capable person. Do you really think that Wuzhishan can suppress him for the rest of his life? If my guess is right, sooner or later, he will be able to escape."
Seeing that Tang Sanzang was silent, the old man continued: "Elder, please do not underestimate our benefactor. If Buddhism and Taoism had not cast spells together, how could Wuzhishan have trapped him?"
"Why is it said that it was the two gates of Buddhism and Taoism that trapped Sun Potian? Didn't Heaven lower the Wuzhi Mountain to suppress him?"
The old man pointed to Wuzhi Mountain in the distance: "It's true that Heaven lowered this mountain, but there are six-character Buddhist mantras on it. If it's not the combined power of the two schools, how can we explain it?"
Hearing that there was a six-character mantra written by the Buddha himself on Wuzhi Mountain, Tang Sanzang immediately decided to pay a visit.
But when he expressed his thoughts, the old man shook his head: "If you want to go, elders, go, but there is no one in the village to guide you. Although we respect Buddha, we cannot step on our benefactor."
Sanzang bowed deeply and said, "I would be very grateful if I could tell this poor monk. How dare I trouble you all again?"
After giving the big green horse that the servant was riding on to the old man to express his gratitude, Sanzang got on the white horse and headed straight for Wuzhi Mountain.
Although the mountain road was difficult to walk, Sanzang could not help but hurry up and reach the foot of the mountain at noon.
After tying the horse to the big tree, Tang Sanzang looked up and couldn't help but take a breath of air.
I saw ravines and criss-crossing ravines on Wuzhi Mountain, with strange rocks growing everywhere, little vegetation, and no trace of birds or animals. Only a trace of golden light shone on the highest peak in the middle.
Sanzang understood that the golden light was the location of the Six-Character Mantra, but Wuzhi Mountain was too steep. Although it would not be difficult to climb up to the sky, it would not be easy at all.
After taking out the dry food and water given by the old man before leaving, Sanzang tightened his monk's robe and prepared to go up the mountain.
But as he took a step forward, a voice sounded out of thin air: "Monk, what do you do?"
Sanzang was shocked when he heard this: Didn't he say that there are no monsters within twenty miles of Wuzhishan? Where did this voice come from?
After a while, the voice sounded again: "Monk, I want to ask you something, are you deaf or mute?"
Sanzang calmed down and said, "What kind of monster are you? You must know that Wuzhishan is protected by heroes. If you dare to approach, you will be driven to pieces!"
As soon as Sanzang finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang out: "If you have the ability, call out the hero and see if he can scare me away? If you can't, don't blame me for eating you alive!"
Sanzang heard this and said angrily: "You monster, you can only hide your head and show your tail. You must be afraid of heroes, so you hide somewhere else!"
"You want to provoke me to show up, right? This trick is useless. I will show up when it's time to show up. But monk, if you don't recite sutras in the temple, why are you here?"
Hearing this, Sanzang understood that the real body of this demon was unknown, and his words just now were just a bluff.
"When I left Chang'an, I had already made a vow to burn incense in temples and sweep pagodas on my way west. Now that I know that there are six-character mantras written by the Buddha himself here, why not come and pay homage?"
The voice was silent for a while, and then said: "Monk, are you the Tang monk who went to Lingshan to learn Buddhist scriptures?"
"Exactly!"
"No, it's only been more than 20 years. Could it be that I've become a fool?"
Sanzang didn't want to pay attention to this monster. He only took two steps before the other party asked: "You said you are a Buddhist monk. Do you have any proof? For example, a nine-ring tin staff or a brocade cassock."
Sanzang asked in confusion: "What are the nine-ring tin staff and the brocade cassock?"
The monster was even more puzzled when he heard this: "It was given to you by Guanshiyin Bodhisattva before you left."
At first Tang Sanzang thought that the owner of the voice was undoubtedly a monster, but as he spoke, he felt that something was not right.
"To be honest with the donor, the poor monk has lived in the Tang Dynasty since he was a child and has never seen Guanyin Bodhisattva. Only because the soul of the Tang Dynasty King wandered to the underworld and was told that he needed to go to Lingshan to obtain the Tripitaka Sutra to resolve the resentment of the wronged soul, the poor monk took the order to go there. Spirit Mountain.”
After Sanzang finished speaking, he wanted to wait for the other party to answer, but after a long time, there was no movement, so he picked up the monk's robe and climbed up the mountain.
At the same time, Xue Tianqing in Wuzhi Mountain was half lying on a chair in the courtyard, frowning as he looked at the figure of Tang Monk reflected above his head.
"Why are you so old? If I walk on the road for another ten or twenty years, by the time I get to the West, will my old arms and legs still be able to climb Lingshan Mountain?"
