"Master, wake up, Master!"

Tang Seng opened his eyes in a daze, glanced out the window, and found that he was still in the sky, his body twitched, and he almost fainted again.

The reason why I didn't faint was that my cheeks hurt too much.

"Wukong, let's go down, for the teacher...... Don't like heights. Tang Seng stammered.

"Don't be afraid, Master, you see it's very sturdy here. It won't fall, it's my magic weapon, you can use it as a flying boat. Yang Que knocked twice on the closed cabin door.

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

Tang Seng clasped his hands together and kept muttering in his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, glanced outside and closed them again.

Then I opened it again, and after repeating it a few times, I finally got better.

"Wukong, this benefactor is ......" Tang Seng looked at Dracula who was flying the plane and said, changing the topic to calm himself down.

"Oh." Yang Que said, "This is the instrument spirit of this magic weapon, and some powerful magic weapons will give birth to instrument spirits, which will help the master control the magic weapon." ”

"Amitabha, there is still such a thing." Tang Seng nodded and immediately accepted it.

"Master, are we going in the west?" Yang Que asked.

Tang Seng glanced out the window, immediately retracted it, and then looked at it several times before he was sure: "That's right, it's the west." ”

"That's good." Yang Que nodded, "Master, if you feel tired, you might as well take a rest first." ”

Tang Seng nodded, closed his eyes, and began to chant the Buddha, and soon regained his calm.

Yang Que glanced at Tang Seng, took out the pages of the mountain and sea, and took it back after a few minutes.

The direction of the helicopter's flight just now has nothing to do with the west, but the direction of the pages of the mountains and seas pointing to the pages of other mountains and seas.

This made Yang Que a little skeptical, whether the pages of the mountains and seas would be in the true scriptures of the Great Lei Yin Temple of the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain.

Anyway, the world is already very strange, and it is not a matter of being weird at all.

The route of the westward journey and the search for the pages of the mountains and seas may coincide, which is also a good thing for Yang Que.

You can combine two things together.

For the next few hours, Tang Seng kept chanting.

When it was time for lunch, Yang Que "woke up" Tang Seng: "Master, it's time to eat." ”

"Eat?"

Tang Seng opened his eyes, and the fear had basically disappeared, "It's still early at this time, it's not time for fasting, right?" ”

"It's noon."

"Noon?" Tang Seng was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "I only eat in the morning and evening." ”

Whether it was the Jinshan Temple in the past, or the westward road now, Tang Seng only ate two meals a day.

Breakfast and dinner, no lunch.

And if you don't find the family of Huayuan before the dry food is exhausted, it is common for a day to go without a drop of water.

"It's different now." Yang Que waved his hand, "Master, you follow me, there is meat to eat!" ”

"Wukong, we are monks, we don't eat meat." Tang Seng frowned.

"I have said it, Master, I am specially sent by the Buddha Guanyin Bodhisattva to help you learn scriptures from the West. All of this is allowed. The so-called 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart'. Yang Que Zhenzhen said, "As long as there is a Buddha in your heart, the rest are appearances, and you don't have to care." ”

“……”

Tang Seng shook his head, but he didn't scold Yang Que.

Maybe it was still in the air, so he understood that it was this newly recruited disciple who had the final say.

"Master, you wait, I'll bring you food right away." Yang Que said to Tang Seng.

Tang Seng waved his hand and said, "No need, if you really want it, just give me a bowl of water." ”

He had been reciting the scriptures for almost the morning, but his mouth was dry.

"Why don't I, Master, pick some fruit for you?" Yang Que asked.

"It's such a trouble." Tang Seng was not so pedantic that he didn't even eat the fruit.

But if you want him to eat meat, you can't.

Yang Que entered the pages of the mountain and sea book, and picked a few unknown but sweet and sour fruits from the fruit trees inside.

Anyway, I can eat it, and then, from Tang Seng's pile of luggage, I found the gold bowl that didn't fit.

Yang Que was a little suspicious, it would be light to use this golden bowl to turn fate into a fate and be driven away.

When encountering those with bad intentions, it is possible to directly kill people and rob them, after all, wealth is moving.

Tang Seng took this thing to turn his fate, and he was not afraid of accidents?

However, Yang Que quickly figured it out and nothing would happen.

Because none of the people who turn into a relationship are people, either Sun Wukong or Zhu Bajie, no matter how bad it is, there is a Sha Wujing.

Tang Seng himself is not fateful, what are you afraid of?

The bowl looked clean, and it was apparently not used in normal times.

Scooped water with a golden bowl and returned to the helicopter with the fruit, Yang Que put the things in front of Tang Seng.

Tang Seng took a sip of water and looked at Yang Que solemnly: "Wukong, since you have entered my Buddhism, then some rules and precepts still have to be observed." ”

"Master, you don't have to worry about this problem, I have already discussed it with the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and the Buddha has granted permission, so you don't have to obey those rules and precepts." Yang Que said.

"......" Tang Seng frowned.

"Master, don't you believe it? You see, the mantra on the mountain was put down by the Buddha. If you don't agree with me to go out of the mountain, Tang Seng, although you are a scripture learner, but you are only a mortal fetus, how can you remove the spell? It's all because the Buddha agreed.

"We've arranged everything, Master, you don't have to think about anything, you just need to lie down and go to the West Heaven."

“……”

Tang Seng felt a lot of pressure, how could he be such an apprentice, "So, Wukong, you want to drink wine and eat meat in the future?" ”

"Don't drink alcohol, but eating meat is necessary. To replenish the energy needed by human beings, meat is a necessary food, Master, you see that you are so thin, you have a dish, you must have never eaten meat.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to eat it, but I can give you a smell of meat."

“……”

Tang Seng looked at his slightly thin body, and then remembered the scene where the other party came out of it by punching through the rock wall.

I think it's better not to be a warrior monk who convinces people with reason.

After reading so many Buddhist scriptures, there is always a suitable way to persuade this apprentice to "the sea of suffering is boundless, and the shore is turned back".

People in Buddhism should lead people to goodness.

Suddenly, Tang Seng felt that under the big goal of learning scriptures from the west, there was a small goal.

It is to teach the Monkey King in front of him to be a qualified Buddhist disciple.

Just thinking about it, Yang Que disappeared again, and soon came out again, with a strange thing in his hand (oven).

Red coals have been added to the oven, and a piece of meat is sizzling on the grill.

The spices and meaty aromas mixed together, and suddenly filled the entire enclosed space of the helicopter.

The hand that made Dracula hold the control feeling was a little unsteady.

Boss, think about the pilots who have worked hard for hours.

"Master, come, smell the meat for you."

Barbecuing on the helicopter, Yang Que, who was not doing anything, showed a smile to Tang Seng.

"Amitabha!"

Tang Seng's forehead was bruised, stiffened, and his fists were almost hard - if it weren't for his hands folded.

Sure enough, the Buddha can save people.