In the Heavens

When unexpected events occurred outside the territory, Journey to the West also entered a new stage. In the case of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing group fishing, it is logical for the team to be fooled into the illusion by the white bone spirit. . .

In the illusion, Tang Seng and his disciples also traveled west to learn scriptures. Demons, ghosts and monsters are still indispensable. Guanyin, Tathagata, and the gods of the three realms also make appearances every now and then.

True and false, false and true. Whether it is true or false is also true, and what is true and what is false, how many people can tell the difference.

Even the fiery-eyed Sun Wukong couldn't figure out whether he was in an illusion or was on the way to learn from the scriptures.

Not to mention the mortal Tang Sanzang, he has been hurrying in confusion from beginning to end, completely unaware that he is trapped in an illusion.

The Tang monk and his apprentice entered the pit, and there were no exceptions to the five-party Jieti and the six Dingliangjia Dharma-protecting generals who accompanied him.

The environment that Li Mu painstakingly created was not something that these little cultivators could see through. Even if the quasi-sage master is not proficient in the law of illusion, there is no small possibility of getting lost in it.

Time passed by minute by minute, the outside world was only a few hours, and a period of time had passed in the illusion, and Sun Wukong, who was still vigilant, was gradually relieved.

Unconsciously, the scripture-obtaining team entered a new country, and the plaque on the gate of the gate attracted the attention of the four monks and masters of the Tang Dynasty.

"Damn the ghost country!"

The leading Sun Wukong, after reading these four words, immediately jumped to Tang San to hide and said, "Master, this world is so big, it is truly amazing, and there is even a country called Ghost Country.

However, as far as my old grandson knows, the ghost country is a dragon court in the underworld that was opened up in the underworld by the first emperor when his lifespan was exhausted and he was not willing to enter reincarnation.

Since then, the emperors of all dynasties have all scrambled to follow suit. However, only a few dynasties with prosperous fortunes, the heroes born of them can accomplish this great feat.

The one-person dynasty is called a ghost country, and I am not afraid of making taboos and causing disasters to myself! It seems that most of the monarchs who have worked hard are old and confused, and they want to go crazy if they want to open up a dynasty in the underworld. "

Hearing Sun Wukong's ridicule, Tang Seng and his disciples all laughed. Different from the eastern land where luck is prosperous, most of the human dynasties in the west are small and small, and each one does not know it, and often does some ridiculous things.

Along the way, they are also well-informed, but they have seen people who commit suicide, such as the act of committing suicide directly in the name of the ghost country, this is the first time their master and apprentice have met.

Perhaps because he felt that the performance of a few apprentices was too exaggerated and did not fit his image of an eminent monk, Tang Sanzang scolded with a smile: "Wukong, you're not talking nonsense!

One side of the water and soil nurtures the other side of the people, local customs, cultural customs are not the same, can not be generalized. Perhaps it is a local traditional custom for this big man to call himself a ghost country.

In the past, my teacher had seen similar records in the Tang Jingshi Pavilion. It is said that during the Han Dynasty, there was a small country in the Western Regions called Ghost Cave Country.

Now that I want to come to this great ghost country, I am afraid that it is similar to the disappearing ghost cave country.

Although it is a bit rude, it is understandable in this wild land. If you want to come to the ghosts and gods of the underworld, and the dragon court of the underworld, you will not care about them. "

Time can change a person the most. After a series of setbacks and hardships, Tang Sanzang has gradually changed.

In the past, Sun Wukong had been reprimanded at most, and he would never have made so many explanations.

Vaguely, from Tang Sanzang's tone, there was also the arrogance of being a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, which was unimaginable in the past.

But thinking about the weird things that I have experienced this year, and the various weird countries I have encountered, it is natural to feel arrogant. After all, there is no harm without contrast.

I thought that the Tang royal family was messy enough, but compared with the small countries in the West, it became a pure white lotus.

"Master, don't care what this big ghost country is, let's enter the city first! If you change the customs clearance plate as soon as possible, you might be able to catch a good meal tonight.

By virtue of your reputation as an eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty, the emperor of the ghost country who is a laborer, can't you come out to entertain him in person? "

Zhu Bajie said with a smile.

It's just that the image of a pig with a fat head and big ears turned his serious words into a farce, no matter how you look at it, how festive.

Fortunately, Tang Sanzang had seen this scene a lot along the way. He had acquired immunity early, and was able to hold back his laughter.

Stepping into Dagan Ghost Country, Sun Wukong's hair stood up all of a sudden, and Lingming Stone Monkey's innate supernatural powers told him that there was a big problem here.

But walking on a busy street, the surrounding environment is so normal, and there is no fault at all.

Without any accident, with the signboard of Dongtu Tang Dynasty, Tang Seng and his apprentice were warmly welcomed again.

After eating and drinking, seeing that the old postmaster who was accompanying him seemed to have something to hide, Tang Sanzang, who was accustomed to helping those in danger, immediately asked, "The elder looks in a trance, could there be something unspeakable?"

The old postmaster blushed and immediately knelt down, so frightened that Tang Sanzang hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him, and he kept persuading him, "Senior, please get up quickly, I can't help it!"

One person wanted to support, the other person wanted to kneel, and the scene suddenly became deadlocked. Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing were watching the excitement by themselves, and they had no intention of intervening.

These are the tacit understandings formed by the four masters and apprentices on the way to learn from the scriptures.

Traveling westward from the Tang Dynasty, and having traveled such a long way, even the mortal Tang Sanzang knew that the study of Buddhist scriptures this time was unusual.

Since the Buddhas in the Western Heavens intend to promote the Dharma, he, as a disciple, will naturally also contribute. Therefore, every time you go to a mortal kingdom, you basically have to preach the scriptures.

Regardless of the effect, many dignitaries were fooled for a moment, and the confused became Buddhist believers.

Now that someone asks for help, Tang Sanzang will naturally take his heart. After all, this kind of helping others and enjoying the feeling of being worshipped by everyone is really cool.

As an eminent monk with ideals and revenge, Tang Sanzang also wanted to one day have a place of his own in the Holy Land of Lingshan.

Even though he concealed it very well, even Tang Sanzang didn't necessarily know about it, but the signs revealed inadvertently were still hidden from the three apprentices.

"Holy monk, worthy of this worship, and let the old man finish his words!"

The old postmaster said tremblingly. As if he might die at any time, his brows were full of nervousness, lest he would be rejected by Tang Sanzang.

"Master, this old official has something to say, so you should listen to him first! If it can be done, then help him to do it; if it can't be done, then you can also help make up your mind, and it is not in vain. Take this gift."

Zhu Bajie said carelessly.

The role of the gold supporting role, the romance is incisively and vividly. After such an interruption, the scene that was originally in a deadlock changed in an instant.

"This long test is right, the holy monk, listen to the old man slowly!"

While he was talking, the old Yicheng glanced at Zhu Bajie gratefully.

"This old man is out of 60 this year. He has been a postmaster here for more than 40 years, and he has seen a lot of big people when he travels from south to north..."

Before the old man could finish his words, Sun Wukong, who was standing beside him, interrupted: "You old official, you are too long-winded. To put it directly, the point is, what are you doing with these useless things!"

"Yes!"

"This elder is right. It's easy to be long-winded when you get older, so I'll keep it short.

From a small official to this post, I am used to seeing the prosperity of the world. My life is not in vain, but there are unforeseen circumstances, little old man, my life is miserable!

At the age when they should be buried, the white-haired people are sent to the black-haired people one after another, and they are about to end up with no children and no grandchildren.

Ten years ago, my eldest son's family went out to work and was brutally killed by bandits. Pity my little grandson, who is not yet one year old.

Five years ago, my second son died young, leaving only a childish grandson and I to live with each other.

Xiao Lao'er has accumulated a fortune in this post as the postmaster, and has accumulated a fortune. It is not a problem to raise his little grandson to grow up.

But just a year ago, my poor little grandson suddenly contracted a strange disease. After seeing all the famous doctors in the city, he was helpless.

Later, when the Bodhisattva favored him, he accidentally met an old monk with white eyebrows. He prescribed a medicine to stabilize his condition, but if he wanted to cure it completely, he was short of a special medicine! "

When the words reached his lips, the old Yicheng suddenly stopped, and the expression between his brows was full of embarrassment.

I saw Sun Wukong jumped up, rubbed behind the old man, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You old official, what are you selling here, and you have something to say.

If it's so long-winded, we don't care! "

"Yes, never mind!"

Zhu Bajie immediately agreed.

While he was talking, he stretched out his hand and pulled Tang Sanzang's sleeve, as if he was going to drag him away, regardless of this nosy business.

Seeing this scene, the old postmaster gritted his teeth and said, "That special medicinal guide is a drop of blood from a person with sincerity, love, and great virtue.

But such a big man can't be found by the little old man. Even if they did meet, how could the little old man be able to speak up for no reason?

Just when the little old man was about to give up and wanted to go to Huangquan with my poor little grandson, he finally asked me to wait for the holy monk.

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Suddenly, the old man's tears were already falling down. Although he didn't directly say let Tang Sanzang let blood, that expression already explained everything.

Seeing this scene, Tang Seng immediately took two steps back, beckoned Sun Wukong to the side and asked, "Wukong, have you ever heard that human blood is used as an introduction to medicine?"

After hesitating for a while, Sun Wukong nodded affirmatively: "My old grandson has indeed heard of people's blood steamed buns as an introduction to medicine, but that is all done by ignorant village women, and it can't be true.

However, that is only for ordinary mortals. If it is the blood of the legendary sages, maybe it has a little effect.

However, that is not something that mortals can bear. The energy contained in it is afraid that it can kill a hundred elephants, not to mention a child less than ten years old?

There must be something wrong here. Why don't my grandson come over to help? If it's really useful, Master, you can also cut meat and feed eagles like the ancestors, and accumulate a lot of merit! "

It was impossible to cut flesh to feed the eagle. The mortal Tang Sanzang couldn't bear the pain, but it was just a drop of blood, so the problem wasn't too big.

All the way from Dongtu Tang Dynasty, there are many people who bleed from bumps and bumps, and they don't care about a drop or two.

After listening to Sun Wukong's words, Tang Seng nodded silently. Seeing this scene, the old and sophisticated postmaster immediately crawled along the pole and said, "The elder will see a doctor, that's great!

As long as it can save my poor little grandson, even if it costs the life of the little old man, it will be at all costs! "

While speaking, the old man bowed down to Tang Seng and his apprentice again, leaving no room for a few people to refuse.

"Humph!"

With a cold drink, Sun Wukong said angrily: "You old official, you are not honest at all. You should keep your old life for yourself. Our master and apprentice are monks, and we don't see this!"

Seeing the old man smile embarrassedly, he was about to bow down again, and Zhu Bajie, who was beside him, waved his sleeves and said, "Listen to Brother Monkey, don't bother with these red tapes.

You old boy, you are not clever at all. My monkey brother has agreed, it must be the medicine to cure the disease, so don't rush to lead the way ahead, in case the treatment time is delayed, hum! "

It seems that he is pretending to be a tiger, but in fact Zhu Bajie has dug a hole for Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang. For a cultivator, saving the life of an ordinary mortal is really simple.

But that is to use the means of the practice world. If you use the mundane method to cure the disease and save people, it will not be so simple.

Treating illnesses and saving people by means of spiritual practice is undoubtedly a violation of the number of days, and it is inevitable to be counterattacked by the number of days. In essence, it is to deceive Sun Wukong and his ignorance.

As the son of luck, a little backlash is not worth mentioning at all for Sun Wukong, but the number of Qi in his body will inevitably be affected.

If too much Qi Luck is consumed, once the era belonging to Sun Wukong passes, Qi Luck will drop to the bottom in an instant, and this Buddhist guardian will basically be useless.

But that was the original Monkey King, and at the same time encountered the calculations of the major forces, the monkey who should have become a great supernatural power, after the passage of luck, finally disappeared!

The current Sun Wukong is not Tie Hanhan, and naturally he will not help people change their lives without authorization.

But for Zhu Bajie, who is not afraid of boiling water, this little pressure is nothing at all. A casual joke, success or failure does not matter.

Under the guidance of Yi Cheng, the group walked into the back house, only to see a yellow-skinned child running over with small steps, constantly shouting "Grandpa".

Perhaps it was the words of the little grandson that played a role, and the old Yicheng was instantly refreshed. He picked up his little grandson and walked to Tang Seng's master and apprentice.

"Holy monk, look at my grandson's illness, what's going on?"

Tang Sanzang, who took over the child, looked at Sun Wukong with an embarrassed expression, as if to say: You blow the cowhide, then take care of the aftermath yourself.

After all, for Tang Sanzang, seeing a doctor is really embarrassing. His specialty is chanting scriptures, and it is the doctor's job to treat and save people.

"Master, don't panic! Let my grandson see what's going on."

After that, Sun Wukong studied the young child in front of him. But the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and after a while, he said, "It is a miracle that he was able to live with the spirit of resentment!

It is no wonder that using the blood of a person of great virtue as a medicinal guide is clearly to suppress the resentful spirits with the help of the person of great virtue, so as to prevent this thing from being born into the world!

It seems that the old white-browed monk who prescribed the prescription was not an ordinary person! Old official, my grandson doesn't know whether to call you lucky or unlucky!

According to normal circumstances, the birth of the resentful spirit will definitely be the disaster. The successive misfortunes of your family should have started from the birth of resentful spirits.

But fortunately, there were experts who took action and resolved the disaster in time, so it didn't turn into a cauldron. Now the resentful spirit is integrated with your grandson. If you can resolve his resentment, you will surely achieve extraordinary things in the future. "

After speaking, Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Tang Sanzang again: "Master, it seems that today you have to act like the ancestors cut flesh to feed the eagle.

This kid is not sick at all, and he is frail and sickly, which is caused by the resentment emanating from the resentful spirit.

Now that the two have merged, as long as this grievance is suppressed, and after a few months, it will return to normal. "

Hearing this answer, the old postmaster on the side was overjoyed. He doesn't understand what kind of resentment is not resentful, the only thing he knows is that his grandson is saved.

Seeing that the old man was about to kneel again, Tang Sanzang hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Senior, get up~www.wuxiahere.com~ The poor monk should take care of this matter.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If a drop of blood from a poor monk can save a life, what if the blood dries up! "

The righteousness and awe-inspiring words suddenly made Tang Sanzang's image a lot taller. It's just this scene that made Wu Fang Jie Di, who was following secretly, almost vomit blood.

In the prehistoric world, words can't be said indiscriminately. Ordinary mortals open their mouths, and Heavenly Dao simply ignores them, but it is different for people who learn from scriptures.

Fortunately, Tang Sanzang still has a sense of restraint, he just talked to himself, he didn't make big wishes stupidly, otherwise he would have had a lot of fun.

Take a needle for bloodletting, in one go. Tang Sanzang rarely showed a decisive side, and the old Yicheng was very grateful.

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