Listening to the monkey's explanation, Tang Sanzang relaxed, and looked at the golden cymbal flying in front of him, his eyes were a little weird.

This thing...... Why does it look more and more like a "flying saucer" in my memory?

In addition to the golden one, if you add a little paint, it really has eight or nine points of similarity.

In the golden cymbal, the monkey asked with some difficulty while controlling the somersault cloud. "Master, do you want to sit on top of my grandson? In the past few days, I have worked hard for the master, but it is my grandson. ”

Flying saucer?

Forget it, or the shallow memory influence of his previous life, Tang Sanzang always felt a little weird, but he didn't agree, but instead put all the luggage on the white dragon horse's body on the golden cymbal, and he straddled the white dragon horse's back.

Tang Sanzang is not a stupid person, sitting on the hard golden cymbal, where can he sit on the white dragon horse to get fragrant?

"Alright, Wukong, let's continue down the mountain."

Tang Sanzang tidied up the monk's robe on his body, and sandwiched the white dragon horse between his legs, and the white dragon horse acted on his own with interest, and walked towards the foot of the mountain with Tang Sanzang.

The monkey reluctantly manipulated the golden cymbal to fly behind, occasionally staggering to the east and west, but it smashed a lot of earth and stones.

"Wukong, are you okay? Otherwise, let's let the teacher take you away, right? Tang Sanzang asked with concern.

Inside the golden cymbal, the monkey gritted his teeth, desperately manipulating the somersault cloud, and reluctantly replied. "It's fine."

As mentioned before, this golden cymbal, which looked the size of a car, was as heavy as three or five mountain ranges, and the monkeys trapped in it all relied on their magical mana to manipulate the somersault cloud to carry this weight, and the pressure was not small.

Fortunately, the monkey has grown a lot during this time, especially after the golden cicada in the relic submerged into his forehead last time, the monkey always felt that he seemed to have changed something, and his magical mana had improved a lot again.

Otherwise, it was replaced by the monkey who was once "moved mountains and seas" by the Silver Horn King with his magical powers, and was briefly suppressed and unable to move, I am afraid that it is almost impossible to do it if he wants to rely on the "somersault cloud" to drive this golden cymbal.

And even so, the monkey barely carried the golden cymbal, and it was inevitable that it would be a little shaky, as if it was drunk.

In this regard, Tang Sanzang asked the monkey again several times if he needed his help, but after being firmly pushed back by the monkey, Tang Sanzang did not mean to be reluctant.

In the final analysis, this golden cymbal is roughly the weight of three or five small mountain ranges, and it is not the same concept as the giant peaks such as "Mount Emei", "Mount Tai", "Mount Meru" and "Yellow Mountain" that once suppressed the monkeys, and it is expected that the monkeys can easily withstand it.

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Sanzang also let this somewhat stubborn monkey go, and he was more distracted by other places.

"This mountain road, and walk slowly ......"

Tang Sanzang, who was riding a white dragon horse, did not rush straight to the foot of the mountain.

For Tang Sanzang, walking this mountain road obediently is more to delay enough time, and walk slowly.

Except for the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, whose situation was unclear and made Tang Sanzang quite worried, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng who fell into the hands of the demon king secretly instructed by Buddhism, Tang Sanzang did not have the slightest worry.

It's not that Tang Sanzang is not worried that Buddhism is secretly doing things to Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng, but Tang Sanzang, who has experienced so many years of westward travel and has felt merit and luck many times, understands that compared with himself and monkeys, the importance of Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng is indeed much lower, and it may be indispensable, but it is not worth Buddhism to do anything to them.

"I don't know if the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan is in the hands of that Ruolai, or if she is imprisoned elsewhere, such as: Lingshan ......"

"Hit the Spirit Mountain? It's still a little too early, and the body is already complete, but it is a little reluctant to match the Buddha, and the poor monk's body still needs some distance to reach the shackles like the body of the Buddha......"

"Moreover, in the final analysis, the poor monk is still not very suitable for taking action in person, otherwise the road to the west will be difficult to continue, and I am afraid that when the time comes, I will not go to the west to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures, but to arrive in the west to punish the Buddha and grab the scriptures."

"It's useless to be anxious, and wait for the arrival of the unappeased donor!"

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Sanzang calmed down, and even began to recite the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" to keep the Lingtai clear, and inevitably fell into some unnecessary inducing hints to ensure that every move, thoughts, and thoughts came from the heart.

It's just that Maitreya Buddha, who was paying attention to Tang Sanzang and the monkey from afar, only felt a little unwilling at this moment.

This golden cicada...... rode on the body of the white dragon horse again, which really made Maitreya Buddha smile on the surface and MMP in his heart.

Originally, the reason why Maitreya Buddha was so deliberately embarrassed that the golden cicada carried the golden cymbal was to save a cause and repay a result, and let Tang Sanzang return the cause that caused him to pick a watermelon for a week, and he didn't want the golden cicada to walk to the mountainside and feel comfortable again.

"I knew it earlier, so I asked Huang Mei to find an excuse to take the horse of the golden cicada ......"

At this moment, Maitreya Buddha regretted it a little in his heart.

After a slight silence, Maitreya Buddha still dispelled the idea of troublesome with the golden cicada again, or let this westward calamity go on as usual.

Two days......

With the foot strength of the white dragon horse, coupled with the monkey incarnated as a small flying saucer to follow on its own, Tang Sanzang's great strength was saved, and the remaining half of the journey was completed in just two days.

"Holy Monk...... Holy Monk ......"

Just when Tang Sanzang had just left the mountain road and turned over and dismounted, it seemed to trigger some plot that had been prepared a long time ago, and an old voice sounded from the side, shouting again and again.

As Tang Sanzang looked at it, it was him, it was him, it was him......

Professionally carrying the pot, doing all kinds of dirty work, and living at the bottom, like a "temporary worker", the land lord appeared, and he appeared with a cane.

"Eh, holy monk, the little god is guilty, the little god is guilty, I went to the mountain god's banquet that day, and forgot to remind the holy monk of the horror of the demon on this mountain, and prevented the holy monk from going up the mountain."

Looking at the land duke crying and crying, Tang Sanzang's face showed compassion and peace, and he didn't seem to have the slightest sense of blame and pronounced the Buddha's name "Amitabha", and he didn't say anything else.

"Holy monk, don't worry, that demon is powerful, and the human seed bag in his hand can collect all the gods and Buddhas, which can be called flawless......"

Just as the land lord was conscientiously reading his script, a cold and calm voice suddenly sounded on the side.

"Oh? How impeccable? ”