An unnamed island in the North Sea.

Lu Heng stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the east.

Everything that happened in Huaguo Mountain, he naturally perceived it one by one through Chen Xuanzang, things have come to this point, as if everything has returned to the track that this world should follow, Sun Wukong was destroyed by Guanyin Bodhisattva, the matter of learning scriptures was shelved, and his appearance seemed to have not changed anything.

But his heart at the moment is full of satisfaction.

Because everything he wanted, he did.

He bought himself another five hundred years, and Guanyin ignored him, which proved that his previous efforts to protect Tang Seng made him put aside some of his doubts. Chen Xuanzang did not die for Sun Wukong, as for Sun Wukong......

In the Qibao Linglong Pagoda, an almost transparent monkey hair lay quietly on the seventh floor, and at that time, Sun Wukong listened to Lu Heng's warnings and persuasions, leaving a way back for himself.

With this monkey hair, five hundred years later, will the Supreme Treasure still be the chess piece struggling in the red dust and at the mercy of others?

Of course, there are some regrets.

After all, Chen Xuanzang is a mortal, and five hundred years is only half of Lu Heng's life, but for Chen Xuanzang, it is inevitable to be born, old, sick and die, even if his divine sense is close to the true realm, it will not help.

"Reincarnation......

Lu Heng's eyes were thoughtful, he was only worried now that on the road of reincarnation, would Guanyin find out the clues and detect Chen Xuanzang's abnormality?

However, after thinking about it, Lu Heng felt that it was unlikely, the original Dragon Gu clone was taken away when Chen Xuanzang was just born, and now it has completely fused with the reincarnation seal of the ninth generation of the Golden Cicada, regardless of each other. Even if Guanyin probes, he can't find anything.

Unless, Guanyin completely suspects Chen Xuanzang and chooses to check every inch of Chen Xuanzang's memory bit by bit, it is possible to find suspicious points.

But if this is the case, then she can be regarded as a complete enmity with the golden cicada, Lu Heng feels that this possibility is very small.

Of course, the precautions that should be done still have to be done, fortunately, Chen Xuanzang's divine sense cultivation is profound, and he can still erase some of his past memories, as long as he erases some abnormal memories between him and Lu Heng, this matter can be at ease.

Lu Heng retracted his thoughts and thought of Zixia again.

Zixia ......

"Zixia, ah......" Lu Heng's heart fluctuated, and his expression was quite complicated.

In fact, he didn't have a relationship between men and women for Zixia, but more guilt.

Because no matter what, there is a person in this world who does not want to reciprocate, but wholeheartedly treats him well, and is willing to give everything for him, but in exchange for his indifference and use.

Shaking his head, Lu Heng's expression became firm again.

It's not that he's ruthless, but he knows that if he doesn't do this, he will eventually harm others and himself!

Lu Heng stayed on the coastline for seven days and seven nights, and didn't see anyone coming, he knew that Guanyin would not come to him again, so he was relieved.

This is the best result!

Lu Heng completely put his mind at ease, in five hundred years, I hope to be able to get married successfully.

At that time, combined with the cultivation of human immortals and ancient martial arts, coupled with the realm of divine consciousness, he finally had the capital to deal with Guanyin in this realm.

There is still aura on this island, but it is extremely sparse, Lu Heng thought about it, and simply decided to re-refine the immortal mansion, rearrange a set of spirit gathering formations, and then retreat and cultivate with sufficient aura.

Sharpening knives does not mistake woodcutters, this is exactly the truth.

In Huaguo Mountain, Chen Xuanzang stepped in front of the Water Curtain Cave.

Before the battle between Sun Wukong and Guanyin, all the monkeys here have been scared away, Huaguo Mountain, which was originally full of monkeys, can now not even see a monkey, and the water curtain cave in Huaguo Mountain, the holy land, is even more empty.

Chen Xuanzang looked at each other across the cliff and shook his head, when Sun Wukong could jump over the cliff to reach the Water Curtain Cave, he couldn't do it.

He gave up his plan to use the Water Curtain Cave as a cave house, looked left and right, and decided to build a residence on the edge of this cliff and cultivate the fields for self-sufficiency.

Why not just build a temple, though?

He was a monk and built a temple, as a matter of course.

Let's build a temple of mercy and grace!

Of course, as an abbot, this kind of rough work cannot be done by yourself.

He opened the package, looked at the full package of puppets, and smiled heartily.

This is his future team!

He took out a squirrel spirit puppet and silently recited the mantra, and the puppet "banged" and turned into a white-haired squirrel, its eyes dripping and rolling.

"Donor's surname?" Chen Xuanzang asked with Yan Yuese.

Sou!

The squirrel spirit turned into an afterimage and fled quickly.

"Well, why do useless work?"

Chen Xuanzang shook his head and unfolded the illusion.

After a stick of incense, the frightened squirrel spirit trembled and prostrated in front of Chen Xuanzang again.

Chen Xuanzang looked at him with a smile, smiled and spoke again: "The donor and my Buddha are related, don't run anymore, look at you, you are running and breaking your legs, right?" You said that if you run again, if you lose your life, wouldn't it be worth it? Still can't run, donor? ”

The squirrel shook his head in horror, his bean-sized eyes full of mist and grievances.

"That's right, come, the poor monk will read you a scripture......"

It took Chen Xuanzang three months to transform the first squirrel essence.

In the past three months, Chen Xuanzang drank spring water when he was thirsty, ate wild fruits in the mountains when he was hungry, and broke some branches and withered grass to make a simple tent.

However, at this moment, he exuded a faint golden light, majestic and unforgiving, and recited a deafening scripture like Huang Zhong Da Lu: "Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, the mind is not hindered; There is no obstacle, no terror, far from upside-down dreams, nirvana. The Buddhas of the three worlds, according to Prajnaparamita, attained the three bodhisattvas of Anuttara. Therefore, it is known that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra, which can remove all suffering, and it is true and true......"

In front of Chen Xuanzang, the squirrel spirit sat upright, his two front paws folded, and his face was full of peace.

When Chen Xuanzang finished speaking this scripture, the squirrel spirit suddenly burst out of black gas, the hair on his body became shining, and the top of his head also emitted a faint golden light.

It turned out to be a demonic body, and the whole body was cultivated, turning into Buddha light.

"Amitabha!" The squirrel spirit speaks with great devotion, and his face is full of joy of great wisdom. "The disciple is now fully enlightened, and he is willing to take refuge in my Buddha, worship under the Holy Master, recite the sutras and recite the Buddha from now on, accumulate virtue and do good deeds day and night, and wash away the sins of the past. May the Holy Master have mercy on me and take me as a disciple! ”

Chen Xuanzang smiled heartily and said happily: "Good! From then on, you are the second generation disciple of my Ci'en Temple, and the Dharma name is to quit greed. ”

"Thank you for the name!" The squirrel spirit was overjoyed, and asked suspiciously, "Master, the Temple of Mercy and Grace...... Where is it? ”

"Right here." Chen Xuanzang said with a smile.

"Here?" The squirrel spirit looked around in confusion, only to see bare.

Chen Xuanzang smiled and released another rabbit essence.

"Donor's surname?" He asked with a smile, then frowned, "How is it a mother?" ”