"Simple. Yu Sheng said.

"Isn't what he wants to eat is spiritual power and plenty of fish and shrimp? Yu Sheng said.

The third sister knows the ability for the rest of her life.

When they eat at the inn, they will often taste abundant spiritual power in the dishes, and now seeing the rest of their lives, the third sister is happy.

"But—" Yu Sheng paused, pointing to the Venerable Turtle Ridge, "This guy will have to listen to me in the future, including the people on his back." ”

"Why?!" said the Venerable Turtle Ridge.

"I am now the King of the Middle Wilderness. ”

"The King of the Middle Wilderness is amazing, I..."

"Shut up!" the third sister interrupted him.

She saluted to Yu Sheng, "I've seen the King of the Middle Wilderness! Young Master, don't worry, I let him go east, he will never dare to go west!"

"Really?" asked the Master of Turtle Ridge for the rest of his life.

"Not all, in our city, she is not decided on small things, and I am not decided on big things. ”

The Venerable Turtle Ridge looked at the monsters flying in the air, "If you don't believe it, you can ask them." ”

"Really?" Yu Sheng looked at a few youkai.

The head youkai nodded.

"It won't be a big deal, will it?" asked Yu Sheng.

"No, no. The youkai hurriedly shook his head, "There's something big." ”

Yu Sheng muttered in his heart, it seems that the status of the third sister is not so strong.

"What's the big deal?" asked Yu Sheng casually.

"Madame is not happy, that's the biggest thing. The youkai said.

"Ugh. "I have nothing to say for the rest of my life, just look at the people on Turtle Ridge.

"You see, I'm still in charge of things in the city, right?" said the Venerable Turtle Ridge.

Yu Sheng was too lazy to talk to him, afraid that talking again would lower his IQ, so he waved his hand and asked the Master of Guiling to quickly turn around and return to Yushi City.

Being idle is also idle, and walking with them for the rest of your life.

"Old turtle, you said you have been to the sea?" asked Yu Sheng as he walked.

"Of course, I grew up at sea. The Venerable Turtle Ridge reminded him, "Also, I am not called the Old Turtle! ”

"You're a master. Yu Sheng said politely, "It's almost as good as you call people." ”

At least the name is apt, and many people are on the back of the turtle.

"This is a bad statement, the Venerable Master, neither on others, nor on others, let alone an honorific title, my name is four words, I am called the Venerable Master of Guiling. ”

If this is heard by the black girl, it will definitely be called domineering, but what he meets is the rest of his life.

"Why don't you call Kameda Shitoto. ”

"You're the next one!"

"Turtle jelly, why didn't you stay in the sea later?" asked Yu Sheng again.

"Forget it, you still call me the old turtle. "The Venerable Turtle Ridge compromised

For the rest of his life, he called him turtle jelly, so that he always felt a cold wind blowing.

"I'm not at sea, mainly because I'm unemployed, and because the giants are malicious to us. The old turtle said.

"Tell me about it. ”

It turned out that the old turtle turned out to be one of the giant turtles of the reserve Daisen Mountain.

These giant tortoises do not carry the fairy mountain for life, but each has nine giant tortoises taking turns to carry an immortal mountain.

The rest of the giant tortoises went to the ruins of the Nine Waters Guiyi to absorb spiritual power, cultivate and eat in their spare time. But after the main turtle fishing in Longbo City ate two at once, letting the two immortal mountains sink in Beiming, the remaining many giant turtles were useless.

At that time, there were giant people fishing for turtles for food, so they were idle giant turtles and made their own livelihoods.

Some went to the depths of the sea, while the people of Guiling followed the sea and the big river all the way to the middle wilderness.

"In other words, you worked under my mother in the first place?" Yu Sheng said, "Then your uncle still dares to scold me and be my enemy?"

"The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dragons, the King of the Four Seas is your mother?"

"My mother is the King of the Eastern Wilderness. Yu Sheng said.

"Uh, the master has become the king of the Eastern Wilderness?" only then did the Master of Guiling figure out the relationship.

"Hey, it's been a long time, we're a family. The Venerable Turtle Ridge said.

"No, I'm not a turtle. ”

"It's a turtle!"

......

Central Plains, Reclining Buddha City.

The little monk led the bamboo pole monster, climbed over a mountain beam, and saw a thousand miles of fertile fields and a city on the plain.

There is a mountain behind the city, like a huge reclining Buddha sleeping soundly, lifelike.

"I'm going, are we going to the Buddha City?" asked the bamboo pole monster panting, "Great, I can finally take a good rest." ”

He's a world away now.

As they crossed the mountains, they never saw anyone but a city.

The monsters met a few, but they didn't give the bamboo pole a chance for them to speak, and they went on when they met, and then they were pointed to death by the little monk.

At this point, they wanted to talk.

But apart from the last words, there was nothing to say.

As for the city, it was the ruins of a city, built on a cliff and easy to defend, but now it was withered and spread by weeds.

They stayed there for a long time, and the little monk recited the Buddhist scriptures for half a day, for the prosperity of the past.

I heard the little monk say that the city should be the ancient city of saints, which was broken in the holy battle.

They found some vats in the ruins, which still smelled of wine, but unfortunately they could no longer drink it.

The little monk flipped out the map, glanced at it, put it back, and said: "This is not the Buddha City, the Buddha City has to go north, it is very close, this is the Reclining Buddha City." ”

"Reclining Buddha City?"

"It is rumored that before the great disciple of the Buddha studied Buddhism, he was just a martial artist. One day, when he walked here, at dusk, he saw a Buddha sleeping soundly on the west mountain under the slanting sun. He thought that this was a revelation from God, so he went north to the Buddha City, apprenticed to the Buddha, and took refuge in Buddhism. The little monk said.

"Then it seems that we also have Buddha nature now?" said the bamboo pole looking at the reclining Buddha in the distance.

The little monk shook his head.

"Later generations far-fetched and cut this mountain into the current reclining Buddha. The little monk looked at the reclining Buddha in the distance under the slanting sun, "The Buddha you see now is only the Buddha in the eyes of the world, or in other words, the Buddha that others want you to see." ”

"It's a bit esoteric. Bamboo pole said.

"Let's go. "The little monk walked ahead, and they went down the hill and went straight to the city of Reclining Buddha.

In the Central Plains, especially in populated places, trees are rarely seen, and woods are even rarer, not as good as the Eastern Wilderness, let alone the Middle Wilderness.

There is a lot of farmland here.

Now, in front of the little monk is a fertile field with no end in sight.

Winter wheat grows in the fields, and it is almost May, and the wheat in the fields turns from green to golden, indicating a good harvest.

In the fields, many farmers are busy, their movements slow, their faces expressionless, their skin tanned, and their faces filled with dust.

They walked through wheat fields.

The bamboo pole picks an ear of wheat that has turned yellow first, ready to taste the new wheat.

However, before he could rub the skin, he put the wheat in his mouth, "snapped", and a whip hit the bamboo pole monster's cheek.

Fortunately, the bamboo pole monster reacted quickly, jumped off the ridge of the field, and stood in the wheat field, overpowering a lot of wheat.

"Bold thief, dare to steal wheat!" a monster jumped out and pointed its whip at the bamboo pole monster, "Okay, you still destroy crops!"

The monster was very angry, but the farmer who was working in this field was so stupid that he didn't look at it.

"Your uncle, if you don't beat me, can I destroy it?" said the bamboo pole angrily.

The monster put away his whip, "Yo, it turned out to be a monster and a little monk." ”

"Each other. Bamboo pole said.

"Then you can go. The monster turned and beckoned to the busy farmer in the field, "Hurry up, come here, and help me up with these wheat plants." ”

With that, he walked back and forth.

The bamboo pole monster saw a deck chair in the wheat field, and this monster was lying in the middle of the wheat field just now, so they didn't see it.

The chaise longue also overwhelmed a lot of wheat.

Inexplicably stopped, inexplicably relieved, the bamboo pole and the little monk were a little inexplicable.

They had just walked a few steps when they saw a child with a small rag bag in his hand coming out of the wheat field in front of them.

"Stop!" the whip-wielding monster shouted, passing by the little monk and waving his whip to catch up quickly.