"The rat spirit has dug the hole a mile outside the temple, do you want to find a time to bury it with the hole?"

"There were two new tanuki spirits in the woods to the west the day before yesterday, and the male one went around outside the temple last night and found me?"

"It seems that there have been more and more monsters near Jinshan Temple recently, is it the season to clear the field again? It seems to be two months earlier than last year, right?"

In the slightly dim meditation room, Tang Sanzang, dressed in a brand-new robe and with clear eyebrows, sat cross-legged, boredly counting the number of mobile monsters near Jinshan Temple during this time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If he hadn't traveled to this world for eighteen years, Tang Sanzang felt that he should be able to live simply and happily in the world of games and anime, who would want to run to Journey to the West to be a monk!

"Jiang Liu'er. The hoarse voice of the old monk sitting across from him interrupted Tang Sanzang's musings.

"Master, I've said it ten thousand times, it's Tang! Sanzang!" Tang Sanzang emphasized word by word, rolling his eyes by the way, the name Jiang Liu'er completely has the attribute of being ridiculed, isn't this just telling people that he has no father or mother when he sees people! This is easy to have no friends and be bullied when I was a child.

So since he was three years old, Tang Sanzang changed the name "Tang Sanzang" on his own initiative, and it has been successfully used to the present, of course, except for the master in front of him who fished him up from the river at the beginning.

The kind-eyed old monk smiled slightly: "Okay, Jiang Liu'er." ”

"Tang Sanzang!" Tang Sanzang rolled his eyes again.

"Well, Jiang Liu'er. The old monk's smile was still there.

"Alright, Master, whatever you like. "Tang Sanzang was defeated and retreated, and if it is more serious, this broken temple will serve his master.

The old monk nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Jiang Liu'er, what is a Buddha?"

"Master, you have asked this question more than 10,000 times!" Tang Sanzang protested against this question, whose master asked the same question every day for eighteen years.

The old monk still smiled: "One last time, one last time." ”

"You've said that a thousand times. After complaining in his heart, Tang Sanzang still sat up straight and said, "There is no Buddha in my heart, I am the Buddha." ”

"Wonderful!" the old monk grinned.

"Master, you say it again!" Tang Sanzang's eyes widened, a little incredulous, his answer has been consistent in the past eighteen years, but in exchange for preaching again and again, he didn't expect to hear from Master's mouth today that it turned out to be 'wonderful!'

"Master, have you drunk the medicine in the morning?" Tang Sanzang subconsciously added.

"You don't have a Buddha in your heart, so why force you to take refuge in my Buddha, all these years, I was wrong. The old monk shook his head, a little emotional.

Tang Sanzang was a little pleased: "Master, why did you suddenly open your mind?"

"Because, I'm going to die. The old monk said calmly, still with a kind smile on his face, as if he said in the morning that he would eat noodles and not drink porridge today.

Tang Sanzang's smile froze, he looked at the old monk, shook his head, and said in disbelief: "Master, you are lying again." ”

"Monks don't speak. The old monk shook his head slightly.

"When I was seven years old, you said you didn't fry soybeans anymore, and then I found half a bag under your sheets. Tang Sanzang shook his head.

The old monk had a smile on his face: "It was an accident, an accident." ”

"When I was ten years old, there was a famine, and you didn't obviously eat, but you gave me the last half of the steamed bun and told me that you were full. Tang Sanzang continued.

"The Buddha will not blame him for this. The old monk shook his head and looked at Tang Sanzang with a somewhat relieved expression.

"Why did you die?" Tang Sanzang looked up at the old monk with a somewhat sad expression.

The old monk reached out and gently touched Tang Sanzang's head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Liu'er, people will die sooner or later." Haven't you always wanted to travel far, if you want to go, let's go. ”

"But you have to remember that no matter how good people are in this world, even monsters, not all of them are bad, don't kill them with one punch when you meet, at least you must first distinguish between good and bad. ”

"Well, I made a note of it. Tang Sanzang nodded, not retorting as usual.

The old monk withdrew his hand and looked at Tang Sanzang: "Finally, I will explain the two most important things." ”

Tang Sanzang was sitting in danger.

"There is still half a bag of fried soybeans in the left pocket, don't burn them together. These shoes fit me perfectly, so don't change them for me later. After the old monk said these two sentences with a solemn expression, his head slowly hung down, and there was no more sound.

Tang Sanzang sat stunned for a long time, looking at the master in front of him, a little worried, "Master, aren't you embarrassed?"

……

The news of the death of the abbot of Qian'an soon spread throughout Jinshan Temple, which has prospered in recent years because of the golden signboard of Tang Sanzang, and fell into mourning.

However, the abbot master has already made arrangements for the future, everything is simple, and he is cremated in the backyard.

Tang Sanzang stood at the front of the monks, with a small earthy yellow cloth bag hanging from his waist, looking at the old monk on the pyre, silent for a long time.

"Uncle Shi, it's almost time, look?" An old monk on the side, enduring his grief, looked at Tang Sanzang and asked, his tone was quite respectful.

Tang Sanzang's lips pursed slightly, and his gaze fell on the old monk's feet, there were two shoes on his feet, one large and one small, very asymmetrical.

"Uncle Shi, don't!" The old monk on the side followed Tang Sanzang's gaze, his face changed drastically, and he shouted in a trembling voice.

Tang Sanzang's hands trembled, his eyes were still fixed on the shoes, and he took a step forward.

"Uncle Shi, you can't!" Seeing this, all the monks shouted together, and more than a hundred monks pounced, and they all fell to their knees.

Tang Sanzang glanced down at the old monk who was holding his right leg tightly, and the monks who were kneeling on the ground.

"If you don't have a clear mind, how can you become a Buddha? Tang Sanzang lifted his leg slightly, and the old monk who was holding his thigh flew out a foot away and fell to the ground gently.

"You should be smart. Tang Sanzang walked to the pyre, bent down and took off the brand-new cloth shoes on his feet, carefully put them on for the master, folded the large and small cloth shoes, put them aside, and nodded: "It's much more comfortable to look at this way." ”

The monks who were still kneeling looked at each other, but no one dared to speak again.

Tang Sanzang turned around, and the monks parted ways, watching him walk out slowly with bare feet.

"Light the fire, from now on, you will be the abbot of Jinshan Temple. Tang Sanzang looked at the old monk who was hugging his thigh before and said. A person who knows how to hug his thighs is still worthy of being entrusted with a heavy responsibility.

"Uncle Shi, I don't know where you're going?" The old monk didn't have much joy on his face, he stood up tremblingly, looked at Tang Sanzang's back and asked.

"Go to Chang'an, the abbot of the land and water conference. Tang Sanzang replied, picked up the package hanging on the branch on the side, and walked towards the outside of the temple.

"Congratulations to my uncle!" Under the leadership of the old monk, all the monks sent them off in unison.

"I sweep every day, but it's still not clean. Walking out of the gate of Jinguang Temple, Tang Sanzang leaned over and brushed off the fine sand on the soles of his feet, took out a pair of half-used cloth shoes from the package and put them on, and looked back at this ancient temple where he had lived for eighteen years.

"Master, I'm leaving, and I'll come back to see you later. ”

"Li Simin is going to hold a water and land conference, and Guanyin Bodhisattva should also come, right?"

"There are monsters in this world, but the immortal Buddha has not seen it, and you can go to see it in the west, I don't know if the Buddha can kill it with one punch. ”

Tang Sanzang, who had fastened the package, muttered to himself, turned around and walked slowly down the mountain, he shouldn't be back in a few years, looking back, it's really not easy to live in this world.

Eighteen years ago, Tang Sanzang crossed into the body of an unborn baby in the form of thunderbolt blood, failed to withstand the temptation, and ate a golden baby that crossed over the same day.

After repeated verification over the years, he basically confirmed that the little golden baby he ate was named Golden Cicada. It was the second disciple who didn't listen carefully under the Buddha's seat, and then was killed and thrown over to reincarnate.

That is to say, this Buddhist celebrity who was supposed to take three apprentices, ride a white dragon horse, go to the West Heaven to learn scriptures, and cultivate into a golden body of Zhengguo, was eaten by Tang Sanzang, an ordinary university monk who traveled in the 21st century, before he was born...... Eaten.

In this way, Tang Sanzang became a human monk, and every year many monsters gathered near Jinshan Temple and wanted to eat him.

However, after eating the golden cicada, a pale golden energy appeared in Tang Sanzang's body, which merged into his body year by year, constantly strengthening his physical body, so he was now a little beyond his cognition in terms of strength, speed, and physical strength.

How strong is this energy?

Tang Sanzang, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain, looked down, and the originally calm ground suddenly shook at this time, like an earthquake, as if something was rapidly approaching from underground.

With a bang, a black thing rushed up from the ground, three meters long, covered with spiky black hair, and long fangs on the side of its mouth, which at first glance looked like a wild boar, but on closer inspection, it looked like a huge mouse.

This giant rat slammed into Tang Sanzang at an extremely fast speed, its momentum was more terrifying than that of a heavy truck at full speed, its blood-red eyes were full of bloodlust and greed, and its mouth was wide open with white mucus that made him nauseous, as if he wanted to swallow Tang Sanzang in one gulp.

Tang Sanzang raised his eyelids, only showing a little surprise, and then raised his fist and smashed it on the giant rat's head.

The white fist landed on the spiky head, and it looked like it was hitting a stone with an egg.

But the next moment!

Bang! A dull sound sounded, and a large pit appeared in the head of the menacing giant rat, which was actually smashed into the air by Tang Sanzang's punch, and fell back into the hole that he had just rushed out at a faster speed, and died directly.

The dirt collapsed on both sides, burying the giant rat with the hole.

"The power control is still a little bit worse. Tang Sanzang glanced at a trace of blood stained on his fist, took out a square towel from his arms and wiped it off seriously, and walked slowly towards the ferry.

He hadn't yet come across a youkai worthy of a second punch.

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