Time passed quietly, a day passed in the blink of an eye, and the picture of Journey to the West continued to be played, until the Wuzhuang watched the matter, thus announcing the end of the broadcast, which was the focus of everyone's attention but tightly focused on the ginseng fruit.

Whether it is Chang'an City, Qinghe Cui's house, Pingyang Princess's Mansion, or Li Cheng's Xiaohe Village, or Bishan City, Wangyue County, there are unprecedented scenes of thousands of empty alleys, and everyone is reminiscing to the fullest, wanting to grasp the trace of complex and rich emotions.

And with the second broadcast of Journey to the West, a character in the play has gradually lived in people's hearts.

Whether it is the fat-headed, big-eared, lazy Zhu Bajie, or the honest and honest Sha monk, or the handsome and dashing, Yushu wind-riding monk Tang Seng, the representative of the dragon family, the little white dragon, the monkey king Sun Wukong......

Or the cool immortal magic, the splendid heavenly palace... Ginseng fruit that can make people immortal... The big demon king with a black belly... Or the dreamlike fairy scenes, the beautiful fairies that make people fascinated, these are not without exception, and they do not make people forget to return.

The Tang Dynasty once again fell into an unprecedented boil, and the people in Chang'an City were even more crazy, if it weren't for the emperor's suppression, I am afraid that they would not have to go to heaven.

Have you ever seen someone stripped off their clothes and running wild on the street? Have you ever seen someone jumping over a wall just to be able to see a pillar of incense in front of the Buddha? ……

Have you ever seen someone who doesn't sleep at night, standing in front of his house and shouting that he wants to go to the west to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures?

In the 21st century, you may have seen it, and even commonplace, but in Datang, let alone have seen it, even if you have heard of it, you will never hear of it.

But this bizarre scene is not uncommon and commonplace in Chang'an City today, and even the imperial power can only choose to wait and see silently and not to plunder its edge!

Hiccup Song~!

A big rooster stood on the roof and crowed vigorously in his tenor voice, and the morning light was faint, and it was a new day.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The morning bell and dusk drum, the bell is melodious, such as the sound of the beautiful blowing, in the sky above this temple of the dead a hundred turns and thousands of times, enduring endlessly.

Squeak!

Not long after the rooster crowed, the little novice Huikong came to open the mountain gate early to welcome the new day and the pilgrims who came one after another.

It is said that the emperor came to repay his wishes, but because the temple could not be located in the city, and there were not many peaks suitable for opening a temple.

Therefore, the Temple of the Dead is also a long way away from Chang'an City, so the major events that have happened in Chang'an City in the past two days are still a bit fantastical for these little novices.

At most, I heard the pilgrims who came and went to mention it, so the way of life from the abbot to the abbot and down to the little novice who had just escaped into the empty door did not change much.

"Ah~~Ha~~" It was too late to knock on the wooden fish last night and chant the scriptures, and when I got up early this morning, Huikong felt that his body was hollowed out, and he had no energy at all.

Standing in front of the mountain gate, Huikong's mental state was not very good, he squinted lazily, then stretched his waist again, and then glanced at the mountain gate casually, ready to find a place to squint for a while, so that he could go to the west to ask the Buddha for peace.

It was really a casual glance, because Huikong also understood that according to the habit of the past, there would not be any pilgrims to come to offer incense and make vows at this hour.

As a result, this glance is incredible.

Huikong dared to swear to the sky, at this glance he caught a glimpse of at least about 500 people, including many guards with knives, all of them with sharp eyes, full of murderous energy, at a glance, he knew that they were all top heroes!

Bandits?! Bandit?! Or are you here to raid your house and destroy your house?!

Instantly drowsy, Huikong felt hundreds of pairs of murderous eyes staring at him tightly, and then skimmed over him and swept towards the temple gate behind him, which was also frightened.

Huikong was stunned by these vicious and aggressive eyes, and couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly came to his senses, his face pale.

At this time, he finally realized that something was wrong, these people were not good, and they were definitely not as simple as pilgrims.

Someone dared to use force in front of the Buddha, and the target was the Temple of the Dead in Chang'an City, which had been favored by the Tang Emperor!

"Run, run!"

This is good, Huikong instantly filled all his essence and spirit directly after seeing it, and a cold sweat rushed straight to his head, and he didn't care about what everyone said at the moment, and he trembled all over.

Hurriedly turned around, and disappeared with a bang, but ran back to the mountain gate, and finally did not forget to close the mountain gate, leaving the two monks here puzzled by the crowd.

"What's this?"

"Why did the little monk run away when he saw us?"

"Tang Seng won't really be in this Temple of the Dead, right?"

"Everyone, pay attention, there must be something wrong with this Temple of the Afterlife, otherwise why did this little master run away when he saw us coming, and closed the door by the way"

"In my opinion, then Tang Xuanzang must be hidden here by them!"

"Let's go, everyone follow me in to search, whoever finds Tang Seng will be rewarded with a lot of rewards!"

"What are you waiting for, rush in for me, that little monk must have gone to hide Tang Seng!" Someone yelled.

"Rush~Kill~!"

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