The road is underfoot.

Whose feet are the roads?

"Master?" Chen Xuanzang, who had just realized where the Buddha was and discerned the fact that someone had taken the lead, was hesitating whether to wait and see or move forward bravely, and was shocked when he heard the song on the road.

This Zen phrase, this gong-like voice, and this strange tune can only be sung by his unreliable master in the world.

It's just that Chen Xuanzang remembers that his master hasn't opened his mouth for many years, because his master will be beaten as soon as he opens his mouth. Over time, even Chen Xuanzang almost forgot how terrible his master's singing was.

Chen Xuanzang ran out a few steps to look down at the mountain beam, and sure enough, a fat monk was slowly climbing the mountain with Pu Fantan, chest dew and breasts, and the monk smiled after seeing Chen Xuanzang's probe on the mountain beam and hearing Chen Xuanzang's voice.

"Xuanzang!" the fat monk held up a fan to signal.

Chen Xuanzang hurriedly rushed down the mountain beam to meet him.

"Master, why are you here?" Chen Xuanzang took the fat monk's hand, and ran around for many days, although the bitterness and bitterness on the rivers and lakes were only tasted, all the tastes came to his heart at this moment, Chen Xuanzang's eyes were slightly red, and he snorted several times to make his voice normal.

"Xuanzang, can you see the Buddha?" the fat monk did not answer Chen Xuanzang's question directly.

"I saw it, and there it is!" Chen Xuanzang pointed to the reclining Buddha behind the mountain beam, which was blocked so that only one top remained.

"If you can see the Buddha, people can naturally see it, and there are always people with outstanding intelligence and profound blessings. But 'seeing' is only the first step, Wangshan runs a dead horse, Xuanzang, you go. The fat monk said something of unknown significance, Chen Xuanzang didn't understand and stayed in place, the fat monk muttered a few words when he saw this, "It's just a little bit", and then reached out and pressed Chen Xuanzang's shoulder.

"Master?"

As soon as it was dark, Chen Xuanzang found himself back at the gate of the broken temple - no, it should be said that he had been sitting at the door of the broken temple all the time, and there was only a line of footprints pointing to the broken temple on the path when he came.

He didn't go back, and there was no fat monk singing on the way back.

Is it the projection of others or the mental barrier of oneself?

Chen Xuanzang was stunned for a while.

"Dare to ask where the road is? The road is at your feet. He repeated this sentence repeatedly, and his tone became more and more like that of a fat monk, and he continued to read and sing until he laughed out loud.

"Gone!"

Straightening the large vat that fell to the ground in the broken temple, Chen Xuanzang bowed respectfully to the four words "Mirror Flowers and Water Moon", and then turned around, without hesitation under his feet.

Crossing the lake, climbing the mountain, wet and dry clothes. The sun slipped from the heart of heaven to the sky, the stars poured out of the heavenly river, and Chen Xuanzang came to his destination, the location of the Buddha's ear, which is also the place where Sun Wukong is sealed.

The Buddha's eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind suppress the eyes of the great demons and the ears of the demons.

The ears of the big Buddha turned into a pool, and the pool was full of lotus flowers, and there was a person waiting for Chen Xuanzang in the lotus pond.

It was a man with a nail rake, and he looked at Chen Xuanzang with a solemn expression, but he only looked at it for a moment before looking away.

Chen Xuanzang was extremely uncomfortable by him, he felt that there seemed to be an invisible power in the man's gaze that could petrify people into sculptures, and it was not until the man finally turned his gaze away that he regained control of his body.

Stiffly bowing to the man, Chen Xuanzang carefully circled to find the entrance to the ear canal of the Big Buddha, but just as he stepped into it, a nail rake smashed in front of him with a terrifying wind.

The wordless gaze of the man ...... made Chen Xuanzang's hands and feet cold, and Chen Xuanzang could see that with the speed and strength of the rake just now, he could not cope with it, that is, if he fought with the man in front of him, he would die.

After retreating a few steps, his feet slipped and fell into the lotus pond, and Chen Xuanzang struggled to get up from the lotus pond, embarrassed.

"Friend! Under Chen Xuanzang!, I am instructed by others, and I have a request for Sun Wukong!" Chen Xuanzang saluted respectfully and announced loudly.

"Mr. Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come in. Underground, a calm and sharp voice sounded in the depths of the Big Buddha's ear canal, and then the man who was raking at the entrance of the cave got out of the way.

The man made a "please" gesture to Chen Xuanzang.

Chen Xuanzang returned the salute and jumped into the hole after trying to dry himself as hard as he could.

The mountain breeze blows a pond of lotus flowers and hangs its head, and the man holding the rake does not move like a mountain, standing quietly in place.

He was waiting, maybe just one person, or maybe he was waiting for a group of people.

Only, will the person he was waiting for really come......

A full moon has risen from the sky, and a demon clothed in this moonlight will return to his strongest state.

Everyone in the world knows about this matter, but no one has ever really seen or heard anyone describe how strong a demon's strongest state is, because everyone who has seen it has turned into a dead soul.

"Since ancient times, there has been a lot of love and empty hatred, and this hatred is endless. ”

Someone is chanting poetry, just one sentence, a thousand sorrows.

Moonlight brought him a silver robe and silver armor, and returned him to his original appearance. But before he could scrutinize the garment, touch the skin with his hand, and read a few more verses of poetry, the spoiler appeared.

"Ding!"

The golden amorphous flying ring collided with the silver Nine Heavens Xuanbing, and the man suddenly retreated three steps and suddenly built the nail rake in his hand into the stone, dragging out a deep imprint before he was spared from falling into the pool.

"Guanzi ......" The man raised his head and squinted to see a floating figure like a fairy.

Under the moonlight, all the things that were once lost have been regained by the man, the original appearance, the former name, and the ability to speak freely.

"It's rude, canopy...... No, it should be Pig Gang ......" The amorphous flying ring circled in mid-air and threw it into the woman's hands, she was ethereal, one moment still at the bottom of the mountain, and the next moment at the top of the mountain.

They confronted each other across a pool of lotus flowers.

The pig was shaking with the hand of the nail rake, not out of fear, but because he was already wounded.

The difference in strength between the two sides facing each other is too great, and there is no confrontation between the two sides with such a huge difference in strength.

What exists here is only a one-sided play.

Miss Duan is playing with Pig Gang Guan.

Condescending to play.

"Where's my friend?" Pig Gangguan tried hard to urge a mana to heal his wounds, and in a moment the injuries on his arms healed, and he put on a posture of both offense and defense with a rake in both hands. In the face of a strong enemy, Zhu Gangguan chose not to retreat.

He has no reason to retreat, and neither can he.

Because today's moonshine is too to be disappointed.

"Your friend, do you say little white dragon? hehe, you'll see him soon. Miss Duan smiled wickedly, the uncertain flying ring trembled in her hand, and her body emitted a silver glow that was not inferior to the light of the full moon in the sky.