However, it was said that with the strong thoughts of the autumn water, Wukong and Xuanzang and their entourage of more than 100 people walked for more than three months before they arrived at the last town on the border of the Tang Empire - Hezhou Wei......

It is no different from the prefectures and counties that pass along the way, and the general soldier in charge of the border defense of Hezhou Wei heard that the special envoy of the westward journey and His Royal Highness the Tang Dynasty was coming, and hurriedly organized more than 500 local monks, Taoists, and Confucians, and gave a grand reception to Xuanzang's master and apprentice.

Due to the approaching New Year, coupled with the efforts of the officials to keep them, Xuanzang and others had to stay in the post house in the city and spent the most luxurious Spring Festival in their lives.

After the festival, Xuanzang, who was eager to learn from the scriptures, took Wukong, Hanging Courage and Little Mute, and while hurriedly bidding farewell to Hezhou Wei, he also sent back a group of servants who came with him from Chang'an City.

The four of them walked in the slightly earthy Mengchun countryside, and a feeling of relief and relaxation arose.

The sea and the sky were vast, talking loudly, and chatting while walking, everyone walked forward for more than 20 miles in one breath, and saw that the road under their feet gradually became potholes and uneven.

After walking forward for a while, I climbed over a sand dune and waded through a small river, and not far in front of me, a small dilapidated temple that barely stood on the north side of the road came into view.

Walk in to take a look, but see a gray plaque hanging above the temple door, engraved with "Erlang Zhenjun Temple" a few crooked, faded gold characters.

"Disciples, now that the sun is on the rise, noon has come, we might as well rest in this small temple, eat some dry food, and then hurry." Xuanzang said that he got off the horse and tied the horse's reins to a smooth dead wooden stake on the left side of the temple gate.

"Master, disciples often hear people say, this Yang Erlang of the mouth of the river has vast magical powers, boundless mana, although he is the nephew of the Jade Emperor, but he is a true immortal outside the sky who is at ease and does not listen to the announcement!"

"Swarm...... Lord, I'm ...... time, listen too...... People have spoken twice...... Lang Shen Momoyama rescues ...... Mother's story. These two ...... The mother of the god of Lang is Yu...... The emperor's sister thinks ...... All the lower realms are ...... He Yang Jun was born...... Yang Erlang ......" The little mute said as he pushed open the hidden temple door, and everyone came to the temple together.

Bypassing a photo wall, looking up, I saw three halls standing side by side from west to east. The west side hall and the east side hall are respectively dedicated to Shakyamuni with drooping eyes and low eyebrows and Taishang Laojun of the Taoist bone fairy wind, and the main hall in the middle is dedicated to the main god of the temple - Erlang Zhenjun.

What is quite surprising is that unlike the two lifelike statues in the east and west side halls, the icon of this Erlang Zhenjun has been completely lost. Looking at it coldly, the eyes of the gods in the middle of the True Monarch Icon were slightly raised, the left eye was slightly to the left, and the right eye was slightly to the right, so that its facial expression showed a state of looking left and right and absent-minded.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this obvious carving mistake that this Erlang Dojo, which was jointly blessed by the two masters of Buddhism and Taoism, completely fell into the dilemma of no one caring, full of ashes, and cobwebs......

"Alas...... Before leaving Chang'an, he made a vow to the Buddha, on the way to the west, he burned incense in the temple and saw the tower sweeping the tower! Today, seeing that this Erlang Temple is so unbearable, our master and apprentice will help sweep it!

After a busy day, everyone was tired and sweaty, but looking at the new Erlang Temple, they all smiled with satisfaction.

......Suddenly, there was a sound of neighing horses outside the temple. Immediately afterwards, a short mourning dog scurried into the temple in a panic with its tail between its legs.

"Haha! What a brute, see where you're still running?! If I don't peel you and cramp you today, stew meat and drink, Lao Tzu will not give up!" In a rude and savage shout, a purple-faced man who was too tall, with a disheveled head, and a scarred eyebrow swung a long whip and crashed into the temple after him.

"Wangwang Wang......" When the bereaved dog saw the big man, he was immediately frightened and screamed several times, and fled into the Erlang Zhenjun Palace. Then, after running around the temple in a panic, it rushed up to the altar with a "puff", plunged headlong into the armpit of the statue of the true monarch, clenched its neck, and couldn't stop whimpering......

"Hey, you beast who doesn't know how to live or die, do you think that hiding in the arms of this broken god statue, Lao Tzu will not dare to beat you?!" the big man said and walked to the True Monarch Palace, picked up his long whip, and hit the True Monarch Statue with his head and face.

"Papapa......" With a few crisp sounds of whipping the mud tire, the bereaved dog was already trembling and urinating. And after receiving a few lashes, the True Monarch Icon slowly shed a layer of skin on its head and face.

No one expected that this peeled icon would have a different face. What's even more funny than the squinting and contemptuous appearance of Fang Cai is that today's Erlang Zhenjun has become a monkey scratching his head!

"Haha, Lao Tzu finally knows why this Erlang Temple is not working, but it turns out that this Erlang God is a monkey fake?!" Seeing this, the big man danced for a while, and he was overjoyed.

At this moment, Wukong, who was standing outside the hall, saw the monkey transformed into the statue of the True Monarch, and an indescribable sense of closeness immediately welled up in his heart: Hey, how does this monkey look familiar...... No, no, no, it should be said that it is very familiar and follows you everywhere...... Or is he me and I am him...... He's me, he's him, he's him, he's me, he's going to be a monkey, he's going to be a monkey in the future...... Haha, how could Jin have such a whimsical and unbelievable idea......

......Just when Wukong was imagining, the mourning dog hiding under the armpit of the icon took advantage of the opportunity for the purple-faced man to be distracted, jumped off the altar and ran out of the hall, but he hid behind Xuanzang's master and apprentice.

Seeing this, ......the purple-faced man jumped outside the hall, holding a long whip in his hand, and shouted to Xuanzang and the others, "Ah, where did you come from? !

Seeing that this purple-faced man was so arrogant and unreasonable, Xuanzang, who had always been kind to others, couldn't help but be angry, "Although this dog is an animal, it also has a spiritual life, and it also has the obsession of greedy life and fear of death." If you kill it today, when the cause and effect are ripe in the future, it will also repay and kill you! So, listen to the good words and persuasion of the poor monks, you better put down the butcher's knife and let it escape!"

"Let it go?" haha, you're right!" The purple-faced man glared and roared, "This dog was raised by Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu can kill it if he wants to, and he can slaughter it if he wants! Only you elm-headed monks will believe it! Lao Tzu has not been afraid of the sky or the earth since he was a child, and he has kicked through the widow's door and dug up the grave of a desperate household! Today, Lao Tzu has to eat dog meat and drink dog blood.

"Shut up, you mouth full of feces bastard, how can you talk to my master?!" Wukong was furious when he heard this, "This dog is raised by you, or not, you should leave this place for me quickly, otherwise, Jin will definitely beat you up!"

"Yes, if you kid is interested, hurry up and move the potatoes, and fuck me off!" "Yes, you have no ...... Lai wants to dare to come out again...... Mouth hurts, little ...... The fist of the little master of the heart...... Head!" The Hanging Gall and the Little Dumb also quarreled.

"Haha, what are you going to do, do you want to fight in groups?" the purple-faced man said and took a few steps back, glanced at the package on the incense burner beside him, and said with a smile, "That's it, listen to people's advice, eat well, and let this dog go, but you have to take out ten taels of silver as compensation for Lao Tzu, if you don't want to pay, you can give the white horse at the temple gate to Lao Tzu!"

"There's no silver, and the white horse doesn't think about it, but there is a pair of iron fists!" Wukong couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly stepped forward and punched the purple-faced man with a wicked smile!

"If you really want to use force, Lao Tzu will accompany you!" the purple-faced man flashed to the side as he spoke, flipped his wrist with the momentum, and whipped towards Wukong.

Wukong ducked his head and dodged, stepped closer, and made a black tiger dig out his heart, slamming the purple-faced man's lower abdomen. The purple-faced man hunched his back and shrunk his chest, jumped back, and then, with a flick of his long whip, he attacked Wukong again.

That's it, the two of you come and go, fighting in one place, more than 20 times in the blink of an eye, it is difficult to tell the winner!

"Oh, it's not good, Lao Tzu not only has a dog at home, but also several big snakes! If Lao Tzu has been out for a long time, these big snakes will have to go out and make trouble!"

"Stop! Lao Tzu is still in a hurry, so I won't play with you today!" The purple-faced man said, taking advantage of Wukong's stunned kung fu, he flew to the side of the hanging gall, grabbed the package on the incense burner and turned his head and ran!

"What a bold thief, return me to the package!" Wukong saw that the situation was not good, and chased him out. Without thinking about it, the purple-faced man who had just arrived at the gate of the temple suddenly stretched out his right leg and kicked the purple gold crown backwards, hitting Wukong's chest.

"Ahh

"Jinzi, are you alright...... "Group leader, how are you ......" "Group ...... Lord, you hurt ...... ......Seeing this, Xuanzang, Hanging Courage, and the little mute hurriedly ran into the hall and picked up the pale-faced Wukong......