Until this moment, Tang Sanzang finally understood what Wuchao Zen Master meant by the rat with a wick in the nether realm.

That rat is probably the Yellow Wind King, and the wick must be this Zixia.

As for the person Zixia said, if Tang Sanzang didn't guess wrong, it was probably the monkey......

It's just that Tang Sanzang is the one who would betray his apprentices?

Immediately, Tang Sanzang rightly refused. "Amitabha, Zixia donor, fate is destined by heaven and earth, how can poor monks be artificially manipulated? What's the point of pestering poor monks like this? ”

"Besides, it was the golden cicada that promised you the person you liked, not a poor monk, so you must not mix it up."

When Zixia heard this, her talking eyes looked at Tang Sanzang as if she had deceived her for hundreds of years, and she looked at Tang Sanzang with hooked eyes, and Tang Sanzang felt a trace of guilt in her heart, as if she had really done something wrong.

Immediately, Zixia stretched out her hand and made a move, and the Ziqing Immortal Sword that fell to the ground instantly flew back into Zixia's hand, and handed it towards Tang Sanzang, saying. "Try ......"

"Amitabha, the benefactor of Zixia, the poor monk once vowed not to take the true scriptures, never return to the world, and never move the hearts of mortals." Tang Sanzang put one palm on his chest, lowered his eyebrows and said with a slight smile, his tone was completely firm.

However, when Ao Yu, who was behind Tang Sanzang, heard this, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, and said happily in Tang Sanzang's mind. "Brother Holy Monk, Ao Yu will definitely accompany you to finish the scriptures."

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Tang Sanzang subconsciously turned his head to glance at Ao Yu, and he didn't understand her unclear words.

"You'll find out if you try." As for Tang Sanzang's words, Zixia's expression did not change, and she directly handed the hilt of the Ziqing Immortal Sword into Tang Sanzang's hand and insisted.

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang hesitated for a moment, looking at the Ziqing Immortal Sword in front of him, he actually understood in his heart that if the person in front of him was really the Zixia in his memory, then this sword would probably only be able to pull him out by a monkey.

It's okay, it's reasonable that you can't pull it out yourself, if you really pull it out, it may be able to show that the Zixia in front of you is not the same person as the Zixia you understand.

It's just that Tang Sanzang carefully looked at the woman in front of him who was a little similar to the Zixia in his memory, and he already had some judgment in his heart.

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Sanzang didn't want to get too entangled with Zixia about drawing his sword, so he casually put his hand on the hilt of the Ziqing Immortal Sword.

However, before Tang Sanzang could exert his strength, Zixia, who was holding the scabbard, instantly pulled back hard.

With a "poof", the purple and green immortal sword suddenly unsheathed under Tang Sanzang's subconsciously widening eyes, rendering the entire Yellow Wind Cave purple and blue, and the immortal aura was vertical and horizontal.

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Tang Sanzang.

Suddenly, the only feeling in Tang Sanzang's heart was that he had been touched.

And Zixia looked like she took it for granted, pointing at Tang Sanzang with the scabbard in her hand and said. "Golden Cicada, you still don't admit it?"

"It's not a poor monk, it's really not a poor monk, the poor monk doesn't know anything......" Tang Sanzang suddenly felt that the purple green immortal sword in his hand was very hot, and he denied it again and again with a bit of gaffe.

The monkey's wishful golden hoop stick, Tang Sanzang didn't mind using it, but this purple green fairy sword, Tang Sanzang really didn't have that meaning at all.

"No, it's you, Golden Cicada......" Zixia raised her eyebrows, threw the scabbard in her hand, and let it automatically return to the sheath, and said. In this world, except for the person you like, only you, the original owner, can pull out the Ziqing Immortal Sword, and you can't be wrong. ”

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Tang Sanzang. "The original owner?"

"That's right, this Purple Green Immortal Sword was originally given to me by you, and I said that I can use it to test who is destined to be the one in the future." Zixia playfully smiled and said.

"You said, this is a marriage fairy sword, which can help the master find his intended person, you once said that this sword is useless to you, so you gave it to me."

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Tang Sanzang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but the thoughts in his heart were turning sharply, how to shirk this Zixia from the past.

Monkey?

No way, it's a poor monk's monkey, how can you give it to someone else?

Immediately, Tang Sanzang said to Zixia with his palms folded. "Zixia donor, it's useless for you to embarrass the poor monk like this, the poor monk has never remembered the little memory about the golden cicada, how can he give you the person you like?"

After a pause, Tang Sanzang made a move with his palm, pointed to the west, and said while taking steps. "If this is not the case, when the poor monk's westward journey to learn scriptures is completed, if he can remember the relevant memories at that time, the poor monk will not mind achieving such a happy marriage."

"You won't ...... Are you lying to me? Listening to this familiar tone, Zixia couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"Amitabha, monks don't speak." Tang Sanzang said in a low voice, and the face full of Zen and Buddha consciousness subconsciously made people trust.

However, before Zixia could agree, King Huangfeng said urgently. "No, Zixia, I can't let the master go back to the Great Leiyin Temple of Naling Mountain. What a great grace the master was to you back then, even if you have been waiting for your so-called intended person for more than 500 years, you can't ignore the safety of the master, right? ”

"Yes!" Being mentioned by Huang Feng like this, Zixia also came back to her senses, and said in the same way as Huang Feng's attitude. "Jin Chanzi, in your previous life, you hated Lingshan Da Lei Yin Temple the most, don't go back."

"This ......" Looking at Huang Feng and Zixia who were blocking in front of him, Tang Sanzang didn't know how to persuade them.

"In short, the poor monk has made up his mind, don't persuade each other."

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, Zixia blinked her eyes, suddenly remembered something, and said. "Jin Chanzi, what do you want to take is the Mahayana Sutra?"

"That's right, it is the Mahayana Dharma Sanzang Sutra that can transcend the dead and ascend to heaven, overcome hardships and get rid of suffering, cultivate immeasurable longevity, and dissolve a lot of accumulated filth." Tang Sanzang recalled what Guanyin Bodhisattva had said and recited softly.

"But you clearly said in your previous life that Mahayana Buddhism is a joke, and when the Buddha taught you the Mahayana Buddhism, you still abandoned it and disdained it." Zixia recalled the words of the golden cicada who was like a Buddha in the sun and moon and bathed in the light of the Buddha in the past, and recounted it.

"Furthermore, if you transcend the resentment of the dead and the like, isn't it okay for Hinayana Buddhism?"

This remark made Tang Sanzang completely surprised.

As Tang Sanzang's brows furrowed deeply, he suddenly remembered what had happened when he was in Shuangjialing.

At that time, after purifying all the demons and evils, in order to avoid being noticed by the gods and Buddhas such as Tai Bai Xing, he instinctively chanted the sutras to overtake all the unjust souls.

Although the sutra I was reciting at that time was the wonderful Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, I instinctively did not feel that there was anything wrong with being an ordinary monk.