I saw that this thing's face was full of scratches, and he was humming and chirping under a wild fruit tree, holding a few green wild fruits in his hands.

Obviously, this Tang monk is not good at climbing trees, and fell from the tree while picking fruits.

"Master, you... Are you okay? Looking at Tang Seng who was pouting and aggrieved like a child, Yun Shibao held back a smile and said with a dark face.

"The poor monk didn't... It's okay..."Tang Seng staggered to his feet with the trunk of the tree, holding the wild fruit, and limped towards the bonfire.

Seeing this, Yun Shibao shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and lost the mood to continue admiring the moon, drank the remaining roast chicken and wine in a few sips, and then went into the field barracks.

As for where Tang Seng sleeps at night? Cough... Sleep wherever you like, and don't expect to sleep in a tent with yourself anyway.

On the other side of the bonfire, looking at the closed tent door, and then at the dry few green wild fruits in his hand, Tang Seng's eyes were red, and he almost cried.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, people's delicacies from the mountains and seas, they can only gnaw on sour wild fruits, and they sleep in warm tents, he can only be the sky for the quilt and the ground for the bed.

After eating the fruit in a hurry, Tang Seng picked up a team of hay nearby, laid a relatively soft mattress, and took out the wooden fish from the backpack, habitually preparing to do bedtime and evening classes.

Suddenly, his movements paused, and he subconsciously glanced at the camp tent, listening to the slight snoring sound inside, Tang Seng silently put the wooden fish back into the baggage.

If he disturbed the rest of this "devil", even if he was his nominal master, he would beat himself, right?

"Amitabha... Fortunately, the poor monk will be able to rescue the monkey tomorrow, and he should not be bullied in the future..."After saying the Buddha's name, he glanced at the dark Wuzhi Mountain, and Tang Seng took the burden as a pillow and lay down on the grass.

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The next day, Yun Shibao did not embarrass Tang Seng, gave him some dry food, and the two of them simply ate some, then led the horse and walked into Wuzhi Mountain.

"Monk, you move quickly, my grandson is here..."As soon as the two entered the mountain, the monkey sensed the arrival of Tang Seng.

"Don't worry, I'm here to save you..."Because he wanted to rescue the monkey to balance Yun Shibao, Tang Seng didn't notice the name of the monkey, and hurriedly responded.

As he spoke, Tang Seng tied his horse and hurriedly ran towards the source of the sound.

"Apprentice, how can I get you out?" Running to the place where the monkey was trapped, Tang Seng looked at the big apprentice who was pressing down the mountain, his eyes lit up.

With a fluffy and shiny golden retriever and a pair of sharp eyes, although he looks like a monster, he is mighty and extraordinary, and he really deserves to be the peerless demon king who made trouble in the heavenly palace back then.

"Climb to the top of the mountain and uncover the spell that Rulai pasted on the top of the mountain, and Lao Sun will naturally have a way to get out of trouble."

Although Yun Shibao specially sent someone to take care of his hair and take care of three meals a day in the last ten years of being trapped at the foot of the mountain, the monkey was happy, and the five hundred years of "prison life" had already made him lose his patience, and he couldn't wait to escape from this damn Wuzhi Mountain immediately.

"Climb to the top of the mountain?" Hearing the monkey's words, Tang Seng was stunned, and couldn't help but look up at the almost vertical cliff, and his face couldn't help but turn a little pale.

It's so steep, you can't be thrown to death, right? He was powerless, and he only knew where the monks who ate fasting and recited the Buddha could climb such a steep mountain.

"That's right, if I don't climb to the top of the mountain, how can my grandson come out? How to protect you from learning from the West? The monkey said with some irritation.

"Well... Okay, I'll climb now, don't be impatient, the poor monk will definitely save you. Tang Seng turned his head and glanced at Yun Shibao, who seemed to be smiling, and saw that he didn't mean to help him, his face changed for a while, he gritted his teeth, put down the tin staff in his hand, took off the brocade robe given by Guanyin, and climbed towards the top of the cliff.

In any case, he had to rescue the monkey, so that he would not be "abused" by Li Chengqian on the westward journey, and he would not have to go to find food and accommodation himself...

After making up the scene of the monkey beating Li Chengqian in his mind, Tang Seng only felt that an inexhaustible force suddenly surged out of his body, and even the speed of rock climbing was a little faster.

Closer, closer, closer, seeing that the distance from the top of the mountain spell was less than three zhang away, Tang Seng's eyes showed a trace of joy.

However, there is a folk saying that is called happiness and sorrow, only to hear the "click", a weathered rock under his feet was trampled on, his feet were empty, and he fell off the cliff.

"After the calf, you don't have to go to the West Heaven this time, you can directly see my Buddha coming." Tang Seng looked frightened and closed his eyes in despair.

However, just as he waited for death in great terror, his body stopped after falling some distance, and was lifted up by an invisible force.

When he opened his eyes, he was already standing on the top of Wuzhi Mountain, only one step away from the spell set by Rulai.

"Who are you?" Looking at the five Buddhas who suddenly appeared in front of him, Tang Seng was startled and hurriedly gave a salute.

"Amitabha, the five poor monks are the protectors of the West Heaven Da Lei Yin Temple, the five directions reveal the truth, and they are here to guard the seal at the order of my Buddha... Just saw that the holy monk was killed, so he rescued the holy monk. "For Tang Seng, the reincarnation of the golden cicada, the five parties show great respect.

After all, Jin Chanzi is a big disciple of Rulai, a big name, and his status in the Western religion is far from comparable to them.

Now that they are shouldering the heavy responsibility of learning from the scriptures, once the merits are completed and the future prospects are limitless, they naturally want to stammer.

"Amitabha, thank you to the five Venerables for their help..."Hearing the identity of the five people, Tang Seng was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly gave another salute.

"Holy monk, I heard that you have accepted Li Chengqian, the son of the Tang Emperor, as your eldest disciple, why didn't you see him make a move when you were killed just now?" More than ten years ago, Jintou Jiedi had a conflict with Yun Shibao, and at this time, he naturally didn't mind giving Yun Shibao a little eye medicine and a little slander.

"Hey... It's hard to put into words..."

"Five, the poor monk is anxious to get the true scriptures, and here I release my disciple..."Hearing this, Tang Seng showed a trace of sorrow and anger on his face, and then thought of the monkey who was about to get out of trouble, and his spirit couldn't help but lift up a little, and he said in a low voice.

Yun Shibao's gangster was disobedient, he had no choice, but the master of the Heavenly Palace was a disciple of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he should be much more well-behaved.

"Holy monk, please, the poor monk brothers have completed the task assigned by the Buddha, the merits are complete, we will go..." Seeing the change in Tang Seng's expression, the corner of the mouth of the golden head who had just spoken hooked up a smile.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is like a Buddha, the poor monk was enlightened by Guanyin Master, feeling the suffering of all beings in the Middle Earth, and I am willing to go to the West Heaven to seek Mahayana teachings and purify the world..."

Seeing the five directions unveiling the truth and leaving, Tang Seng glanced at the Sanskrit text on a boulder in the center of the mountaintop, hesitated, sat cross-legged, and prayed silently.

He didn't know how to lift the seal, but he thought that as long as he was sincere, the Buddha had great powers and could sense it.