In the Heavens

Under the expectation of the people of Fengxian County, Tang Sanzang slowly walked up to the high platform step by step under the scorching sun.

Begging for rain, Tang Sanzang is also a big **** the sedan chair - the first time. However, judging from his expression of waving to the crowd from time to time, he didn't seem to panic at all about this kind of scene.

This made Sun Wukong anxious. According to the established script, Tang Sanzang was responsible for the performance below, and he was responsible for inviting people to come over to rain. As a result, people were found, but unfortunately the rain could not fall.

No one dared to perfunctory things that the Emperor of Heaven had personally ordered. If it doesn't rain, it means that no drop of rain will fall.

If the original Monkey King would have gone to the heaven to ask to understand, the monkeys are not so stupid now.

Although he didn't know why Fengxian County was being missed by the Heavenly Emperor, his reason told him: don't ask about the leadership.

After hesitating again and again, Sun Wukong decided to go back first. It's a big deal for Tang Sanzang to be scolded, and if you offend the Emperor, he will be arranged at some point.

On the high platform, Tang Sanzang was already in full swing, his mouth and hands were busy. Fortunately, everyone was far away, so they couldn't hear what he was saying, otherwise the impression of the master would collapse in an instant.

"Damn monkey, it's been so long, and there's still no movement. It's so unreliable, it deserves to be made into a monkey brain.

The Buddha is also true. Even the guards who take the scriptures are not well arranged, and they don't know what to rely on to manage the Lingshan.

Fortunately, the poor monk still has some ability, otherwise he will be killed sooner or later with such a few unreliable apprentices. Forget it, just don't wait for the monkey. "

While speaking, Tang Sanzang didn't bother to continue to meditate, so he stood up and shouted at the sky, "The wind is rising!"

A wisp of breeze blew, and if it hadn't swayed a few leaves not far away, everyone would not have been able to feel it.

Tang Sanzang was also annoyed by the failure of the first wave of pretense, and continued to roar into the sky, "Yunju!"

I saw a multicolored auspicious cloud passing through the air, and there was no sign of stopping. The dark clouds before it rained, and there was no shadow at all.

Tang Sanzang blushed a little after the successive attempts to force him failed, but he still said firmly, "These are all minor issues, and they won't affect the normal rainfall."

Seeing this unreliable scene, the people of Fengxian County, who were full of anticipation, sank to the bottom of the valley again at this moment.

Fortunately, everyone's mentality was strong enough, and they didn't do anything drastic, just quietly supporting Tang Sanzang.

Similar things, in the past three years, they have encountered countless times. The younger generation who can run has already run away, and the rest are the old and weak who can't walk.

Persevering until now, is to wait for a miracle to happen. It's a pity that every hope that ignites, ends in disappointment in the end.

"It's raining!"

After a thunderous voice came out of Tang Sanzang's mouth, the originally scorching sun suddenly turned downhill, and instantly became densely covered with dark clouds. Before everyone could react, the rain had already fallen.

The surprise came too suddenly, and the people praying for the rain showed the most sincere smiles in their hearts. Even if the rain hit the body and the clothes got wet, everyone was not moved.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Tang Sanzang jumped off the high platform and left the scene with the fastest speed with his two apprentices.

It's one thing to pretend, it's okay to get in the rain. Unlike the people of Fengxian County, who had not seen rain for three years, Tang Sanzang, who was plagued by rain, did not like the rain.

The rain continued, and Sun Wukong, who swayed around slowly and rushed back, was directly stunned by this scene. In an instant, he even had the idea of ​​finding the Dragon King to settle accounts.

Of course, this is just a thought. As a monkey with only knowledge, Sun Wukong knows very well that the strength of the dragon clan is not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Although the sea is not as good as the Great Road, the vast sea is also full of natural treasures, spiritual mountains and blessed land. If they didn't have enough strength, the Dragon Clan would have been robbed long ago.

Whether or not he was played by the Dragon King, Sun Wukong is in a good mood now. As long as the rain falls, it is not that he is incompetent.

"Master, I'm back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the atmosphere in the room was not right. Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing all stared at him with strange eyes.

Waving his paws, Sun Wukong asked suspiciously, "You are looking at my old grandson. Could it be that something is wrong with me?"

"Humph!"

After giving a cold drink, Tang Sanzang slammed the table and reprimanded Sun Wukong: "You bastard, I asked you to invite someone to come over to rain, but what did you do?

If it weren't for the ability to be a teacher and forcibly rained in an emergency, I still don't know how to end today! "

Hearing this answer, Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted. Obviously, the Dragon King did not deceive him.

Under the control of the Heavenly Emperor, all the gods dare not rain in Fengxian County, but this does not mean that it cannot rain. As long as you are not afraid of offending the Heavenly Emperor, you can forcefully cast rain.

As for the consequences, of course, you have to be at your own risk. If you forcibly slap the Emperor in the face, you don't need to think about it and know that there will be endless troubles.

Sun Wukong naturally won't worry about the cheap master. Since it appeared on the Westward Journey Road, it meant that Buddhism and Heavenly Court had arranged it in advance.

But the mortal Tang Sanzang was actually able to rain on his own, which really surprised him.

Awakening the memory of the past life does not mean taking back the cultivation base of the previous life. Even if it was really possible to get it back, no one would do it.

After walking in the reincarnation, how can it be done without any gain? No matter how anxious you are, you have to wait until the end of the study.

Once the cultivation base is restored, the study of scriptures cannot go on. It doesn't matter if you do it in vain, destroying the calculations of Buddhism, it will kill people.

"Master, was the rain just now caused by your spell?"

Sun Wukong asked uncertainly.

It can be seen from the eager look that Sun Wukong is really afraid. It doesn't matter if Tang Sanzang is killed, but can the fire at the city gate still affect Chiyu?

If he broke down the scripture project team, his wild monkey would be worthless. If the son of luck is not strong enough, he is also meat on the chopping board.

Although the secret technique to usurp the merits of luck is rare, there must be some great power like Buddhism. In the past, not many people did it, because the benefits were not large enough, and the backlash was very serious.

The son of luck is different. With Sun Wukong's innate merit and luck, it is worthy of the great power of Buddhism.

Of course, most of the time, the son of luck, everyone is under the command of income. But Sun Wukong doesn't think he has this kind of treatment, who made him and Liangzi of Buddhism have forged a long time ago?

"Calm down! How many times have you been taught by the teacher, don't panic when you encounter an accident, Wukong, why can't you change that monkey's anxiety!"

Hearing Tang Sanzang's complaints, Sun Wukong almost collapsed on the spot. Let a monkey get rid of the monkey's anxiety, is that what people do?

Without waiting for him to speak, Tang Sanzang continued: "Although this rain was asked for by the teacher, it did not cast spells. As a mortal, even if the teacher wanted to cast spells, he would not have the power to cast spells!"

It is indeed a mortal, a mortal who can break the neck of a little demon. There is no sign of mana, and it is all done by the power of the flesh. If he hadn't been familiar with Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong would have thought that he was impersonated by a member of the Wu clan.

In any case, if you don't use mana and don't have a cultivation base, it's not a violation. Tang Sanzang's physical body was at most a little stronger, and it was brought by innate.

As for the physical strength and asking for rain, there is naturally no relationship between a penny, but this does not affect the continuation of the Journey to the West. No one will stick to this issue, and Buddhism will not allow anyone to jump out and sabotage their plans.

Now that the rain has fallen, the disaster of Fengxian County is over. Originally, the dog prepared by the Emperor of Heaven had finished filling the noodles, the chicken had finished pecking the rice, and the fire had broken the lock, so naturally, it would not come in handy.

After the calamity has passed, the Emperor of Heaven will obviously not continue to care about mortals. All the cause and effect, there will be ghosts and gods to settle for him.

The journey to the west continued without causing any disturbance in the outside world, just as it should have been. Only Li Mu noticed a difference, and his intuition told him that Tang Sanzang was definitely not just awakening Jin Chanzi's memory.

Perhaps this problem, the two Western saints also discovered. But for Buddhism, nothing is more important than the completion of the spread of the Dharma to the east.

Even if Tang Sanzang really has a problem, as long as he can complete the great cause of learning scriptures, Buddhism can take him as real first.

True and false, false and true, there are not so many true and false in this world to distinguish. Everything stems from interests, and as long as the interests are in place, everything can be negotiated.

Fomen himself didn't even ask, Li Mu naturally wouldn't mind this nostalgia. The son that should have fallen has already fallen, and now we just need to wait for the flowers to bear fruit.

Maybe everyone is a competitor now, but who can guarantee that they will not become friends in the future?

As long as the invasion force of the extraterritorial demon gods is strong enough and the pressure on the major forces in the prehistoric world is strong enough, it is only a matter of time before the alliance is established.

With the addition of a bold and daring Tang Sanzang, the journey of learning the scriptures became more and more joyful. This is a pain for the demon kings who have set a catastrophe in the lower realm, all of them being tossed and wanting to die.

Of course, Tang Sanzang's greatest contribution was to enrich the entertainment life of the people in the West. The scriptures did not reach the east, but the sound of mahjong had already resounded in the west. Under the influence of Tang Sanzang, the "Holy Monk", it gradually became the standard of Buddhist disciples.

The study team dawdled along the way, but this did not affect the time they arrived at Lingshan. Anyway, they have used the magical power to shrink the ground into an inch, and the gods don't mind pushing it again.

Looking at the Lingshan Holy Land filled with clouds and mist, and the Buddha's light flashing, Tang Sanzang's head was shaking non-stop, and he still complained, "Tawdy, really tacky! I thought that poor monks were tacky enough, but I didn't expect Buddha to be the same.

Apprentices, all follow along and learn a little bit. Later, when we return to the Tang Dynasty to build a temple, we must also learn from the Buddha, so that people can feel the greatness of Buddhism at a glance.

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It's a pity that Tang Sanzang kept chattering, but Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing just didn't answer. Obviously, they are all smart people who know whose territory is here, so they don't dare to talk nonsense.

Unable to agitate the three apprentices, Tang Sanzang could only sigh: He took in apprentices carelessly, and none of them fit his heart.

No matter how much you sigh and complain, it doesn't make any sense. Originally, he did not accept these apprentices himself. If it was not arranged in advance, there would not be this fate between master and apprentice.

Now that the great undertaking of learning from the scriptures has come to an end, this relationship between master and apprentice has almost come to an end. In the future, everyone will meet each other. If you give face, you will be master and apprentice. If you don't give face, you will be strangers.

When it comes to love, it's just hilarious. Even the youngest Sun Wukong is several thousand years old. Compared with the long life, the more than ten years of learning experience is not worth mentioning at all.

The only bond is probably the master-disciple karma. But Tang Sanzang didn't teach the three apprentices anything substantive except in the name of the master. On the contrary, the three apprentices saved him many times.

Stepping into the Mahavira Hall and looking at all the Buddhas sitting high, Tang Sanzang immediately stepped forward and bowed, "Disciple Tang Sanzang, see my Buddha Tathagata!"

Everything went so naturally and smoothly, it could be seen that Tang Sanzang was very knowledgeable about affairs and knew when he had to obey the rules.

After seeing the Buddha, eating fast food, and when it was time to pass the scriptures, there was still a moth.

When he met Kasyapa and A Nuo who asked for "personnel affairs", Tang Sanzang immediately became angry, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight, so frightened that the three apprentices hurriedly stopped him.

"Master, calm down. Wait for my grandson to have a theory first, if it doesn't work, then it's up to your old man!"

After listening to Sun Wukong's words, Tang Sanzang nodded slightly. Obviously, rolling up his sleeves just now was just a pretense, and it would be difficult for him to fight.

"Well, Wukong will leave this matter to you. If the two of them don't know the current affairs, then don't be polite to them.

Thinking that being a teacher was also a tyrant in Lingshan, how could he ever suffer such grievances. If it wasn't for these years of self-cultivation and the change to a vegetarian diet, the two of them would be delivered to your door as a snack. "

Whether it was intentional or not, Tang Sanzang glanced at Kasyapa and A Nuo with his eyes while he was speaking, which made their scalps go numb with fright.

Obviously, Jin Chanzi's fierce name is still very deterrent in Lingshan. Even if there is no trace of mana now, it still makes the two of them jealous.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong smiled knowingly, stepped forward and said, "It seems that both of you are understanding people, so hurry up and take out the scriptures!

Don't look at the fact that the master is a mortal now, but after learning from the scriptures, he will eventually return to Lingshan. Sooner or later, they are colleagues. Now that the relationship is deadlocked, I am afraid that it will not be easy to meet in the future, right? "

After looking at each other with a wry smile, Kasyapa said angrily: "Okay, this time we are unlucky to meet you poor ghosts."

While they were talking, the two of them opened the Sutra Collection Pavilion, took out the scriptures one by one, and handed them over to Tang Seng and his apprentice. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Tang Sanzang grabbed his sleeve and said:

"Wait a minute, we haven't verified the authenticity yet! There are so many fakes in the world, even poor monks dare to fake them, who can guarantee that there will be no fakes in this Lingshan.

If we don't check it carefully, if we get a fake product, how can we go back and explain to Emperor Tang? "

This stop, and something happened. I don't know if it was intentional or not, when Zhu Bajie was sorting out the scriptures, he happened to open a page, and there was a whiteboard inside.

"No-character scriptures" are either too awesome and cannot be written in words, but are just integrated into the book; or they are blank sheets of paper with nothing.

There is no doubt that Mahayana Buddhism has not reached the height of the former. Otherwise, there is no need to send people over to learn scriptures, because it does not have the ability to spread.

Even rudeness can get three points, not to mention the reasonable Tang Sanzang. I don't know where the strength came from, and actually directly pulled Kasyapa and A Nuo, and went to the Mahavira Hall involuntarily.

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