"Aren't there fifty-six?" Tang Sanzang said with a smile, and walked to the side and began to cook porridge. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sun Wukong looked at the back of Tang Sanzang's cooking porridge, thoughtfully, and glanced at the monks who were anxiously walking back and forth outside the small courtyard, raised his eyebrows, and didn't say anything more.

After everyone had breakfast, Monk Hong Miao, who had been waiting outside for a long time, brought a young monk in his thirties to push open the courtyard door and came in.

Although Hong Miao had a nervous look on her face, she still said with a smile: "Master, now that the temple is surrounded by heavy troops, I don't know what plan to get out?"

"Enter the palace and meet the king. Tang Sanzang said with a smile, looking at the monk on the side, medium height, as thin as other monks, but a pair of glasses were as black as ink, quite spiritual.

This monk remembered that when he gave a lecture last night, he sat at the front and listened very carefully, and then asked a few questions, which was the most in-depth among the monks.

"Disciple Hong Ji, I have seen the master. Seeing Tang Sanzang looking at himself, the young monk would also hurriedly introduce himself, his eyes were full of respect and reverence, although Tang Sanzang looked no more than twenty years old, but last night's lecture had completely convinced him, it was another level of feeling, but the simple words were like an initiation, and suddenly woke up the problem that he had been thinking about for several years.

"This is the younger brother of the little monk, and he is also the youngest junior brother of the Hongzi generation, when my master said that he would be the person of Zhongxing in our Zhiyuan Temple. Hong Miao also said.

"Master Hong Ji. Tang Sanzang nodded, it seems that this monk is not very old, and the seniority in this Zhiyuan Temple is not small, but it is a bit similar to when he was in Jinshan Temple, as the closed disciple of the abbot master, a group of old monks have to call themselves uncles and ancestors...... It's still quite refreshing.

"The status of the master is noble, and there is naturally no problem in entering the palace to face the saint...... However, today's saints have grown up under the watchful eyes of the three national teachers, and now they are only ten years old, so it can be said that the three of them firmly control everything in the government and Che Chi Kingdom, and they have wanted to kill us all these years, and I am afraid that even the masters will not be able to convince them to let us go. Hong Miao looked at Tang Sanzang and said with some concern.

"It doesn't matter, this matter is on us, and as long as you are not burdened with any unforgivable guilt, I will ensure that you will be set free. Tang Sanzang shook his head and said, looking at the disciples who had already packed up, nodded and said, "Then let's go, enter the palace first." Master Hong Miao, who didn't care about what he wanted to say, walked outside first.

"Senior brother, you don't have to worry, Master Sanzang must have a clever plan, you didn't come to listen to the master's lecture last night, and the Buddha nature has completely exceeded the limit of what I can imagine. Hong Ji said with a smile, and followed out quickly, without any worry on his face, he already had complete trust in Tang Sanzang.

"Alas......" Hong Miao looked at the backs of everyone, her face changed several times, and she couldn't help but glance back in the direction of Tallinn, clenched her fists, sighed, and quickly followed.

Everyone came out of the small courtyard, and the monks who were originally a little noisy outside quieted down, staring at Tang Sanzang and his party, it can be said that the hope of everyone's life is pinned on Tang Sanzang's body, if he enters the palace and does not let the king pardon everyone, I am afraid that these soldiers who surrounded Zhiyuan Temple this time will not just come in and take everyone away, they have seen a lot of blood over the years, and they know what the result of the rebellion is.

Tang Sanzang looked at those monks, and he didn't say a word, and walked straight in the direction of the gate.

"Ask Master Tang Seng to save us from the sea of suffering!" One of the monks shouted, and he knelt directly on the ground with a pop.

"Ask Master Tang Seng to save us from the sea of suffering!" Then a series of voices gradually sounded in the crowd, like dominoes, poofing and kneeling to the ground, everyone shouted in unison, the voice was a little poignant and nervous.

Tang Sanzang stopped, looking back at the bald heads kneeling on the ground, shining with a shiny appearance, he hadn't seen this kind of scene for a long time.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best. Tang Sanzang nodded, he didn't make any promises, but he still had the demeanor of a generation of masters.

Turning around and walking to the gate, he grabbed the deadbolt of the gate with both hands and pushed it out...... The gate didn't move.

"Huh?" Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows, although he didn't use very much force, but there was no reason why this door couldn't be opened.

"Master, this ...... It's pulled in. Sha Wanjing on the side reminded in a low voice.

"Huh?" Tang Sanzang was a little embarrassed to withdraw the hand that planned to continue to push forward, sure enough, it was only three seconds, he stretched out his hand to pull the two doors in, and the tall and thick wooden door slowly opened inward, and outside that door, hundreds of iron horsemen were on standby to charge, and the three rows of archers had their longbows in their hands drawn into a full moon and were facing the direction of the gate, and there were many soldiers with long knives and spears on both sides of the side, all staring at the direction of the door, waiting for the general wearing black iron armor in front of him to give the order.

The door slowly opened, and the expected scene of the monks rushing out and fleeing indiscriminately did not appear, and the first to walk out of the door was a young monk.

This monk is very young, wearing a brand-new monk's robe, wearing a light red robe, his face is like a crown of jade, and he is handsome, which is completely different from the monks who have been hungry for more than ten years in Che Chiguo.

Just looking at the monk, everyone can't help but have some admiration in their hearts, such a monk like the Buddha is probably the real monk, and those monks are really different at all.

And following the young monk out were five girls, all of them were as beautiful as fairies, with different clothes on their bodies, but they were all difficult to hide their appearance, not to mention that it was difficult to find such beauties on the road, even in the palace, I am afraid that they could not be compared with them.

In the end, there were two monks, an old man and a young man, who looked a little bit like a monk of Che Chiguo, although they were wearing robes, they still couldn't hide their thin bodies.

The leading general was also stunned when he looked at this scene, his eyes fell on Sun Wukong and them, and it was difficult to hide his covetingness, and looking at the young monk who took the lead, in the face of hundreds of heavy horses and archers who were pulled into a full moon, his face did not change in the slightest, and he couldn't even see the slightest fear in his eyes, which made him even more surprised after a hundred battles.

It seems that this is the so-called Tang monk, the general put away the contempt in his heart, such a heart, it is really a person from the Tang Empire, he originally wanted to give him a dismount, but he didn't expect to be directly despised.

"Who's coming!, report your name, take another step forward, and let go of the arrow!" the general took a step forward, holding the long sword at his waist in one hand, and said loudly.