Songbu Plateau, Tangbo Ancient Road.

Between the Kunxiong Mountains and the Danggula Mountains, in the Red Gobi Desert, there is a thick double-peaked strange mountain, Niujiao Mountain.

The red sand and dust covering the sky and the sun are the background for the Red Gobi to deter outsiders.

The clear spring flowing from Niujiao Mountain has nourished a thousand acres of oasis in the vast desert wasteland, creating a wasteland town: Ganlufang.

In the west of Ganlufang, at the southern foot of Niujiao Mountain, between the two peaks, there is a temple that has been inherited for thousands of years, Tianlun Temple.

It is a castle that guards the passing post of the princess of Han land thousands of years ago; It is also the most prestigious temple in the Gobi Desert, with 18 halls, more than 100 rooms and more than 300 monks.

Its followers spread far and south to the north and south of the Yangtze River to overseas.

In 20n8 AD, the outside world has become bizarre, but Tianlun Temple is still a morning bell and a dusk drum.

The plateau in May is full of spring.

The setting sun projects the golden afterglow onto the golden spire of the eight-story white pagoda of Tianlun Temple, transforming thousands of Bodhi auspicious rays.

There is a high platform behind Tianlun Temple, which is independent of the castle of Tianlun Temple, and is surrounded by a white stone wall to create a courtyard of acres.

There is a black plaque on the courtyard gate made of black stone, Tianlun Academy.

On the high platform in the courtyard is a Handi style temple, on the lotus throne in the temple, sit a goddess with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, demure and kind.

She wears a crown on her head, a gold ring in her ears, a Tang costume, and a gilded Ruyi in her hand.

She is the origin god of Tianlun Temple: Princess Gaza.

It is said that the predecessor of Tianlun Temple was a castle palace built to welcome the princess into Tibet.

The setting sun shines into the temple and is projected onto a blackboard in front of the statue of Princess Gaza.

"Between science and hell, there is only a veil of goddesses."

A tall old man writes a gorgeous piece of English on the blackboard.

He was dressed in a dark blue robe lined with a crisp white shirt. The eye sockets are deep, the complexion is fair, the pupils are blue-gray, and a pair of black wide-rimmed glasses are set on the high bridge of the nose.

Standard white physiognomy.

"Dangdangdang...... The ancient purple gold bronze bell on the seventh floor of the White Tower rang leisurely, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the classroom.

The old white man shrugged his shoulders regretfully and struck the blackboard with a whip; "Let's get out of class, I hope you can remember it."

"Mr. Red, Galacasseo." In front of the blackboard, twelve young men in silk robes stood up, clasped their hands together, and saluted the old man.

Teacher Rhett put away the lesson plan and said in fluent Chinese: "Knowledge and faith are dazzling flowers blooming in the sea of human civilization. Finding and understanding the differences between them is this week's homework. Let's get out of class. ”

"Goodbye teacher...... The teenagers put away their books, lifted the hems of their robes, and exited the side hall one after another. There was a look of joy on their faces that could not be concealed.

They ran out of the temple and chattered around a chubby teenager.

In the temple, only one teenager did not leave.

He was jotting down the words on the blackboard in a small notebook.

In the ears of the young man, there were two withered flowers.

Teacher Red walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "No time, class is over." ”

The boy looked up and smiled innocently. His lips are slightly thicker and the bridge of his nose is straight; There is a look of exploration in the big black eyes.

"Class is over." Teacher Rhett said again.

The boy understood, stood up, and politely bowed, and asked; "Knowledge and faith, Mr. Red, I don't really understand."

Mr. Rhett pulled out the remnants of the flower in his ear and gestured, "You'll understand." Now it's time for a break. ”

"Goodbye, teacher." The boy put away his books.

"Smile." Rhett gestured; "Crying children have milk ......"

"Lucky kid who laughs." The corners of the boy's mouth rose into a playful smile, and he bowed to Rhett; "Thank you, Mr. Red."

Outside the temple, teenagers sat in a row on both sides of the temple.

They all wore a pair of sunglasses, each held a disc-shaped object in their hands, and let out a few exclamations from time to time.

The little fat man sat across from them, he seemed to be the leader, and the disc in his hand was one size bigger. The setting sun shone on his face, shining a little oil.

There was no time to pass through the teenager, and the little fat man took off his glasses and shouted, "Little deaf, little deaf." ”

There is no emptiness as if you are unconscious. He has a severe ear disease, and is plagued by noisy tinnitus all year round, and he can't hear his surroundings clearly.

He knew what the little fat man was calling, his steps changed slightly, and his face kept smiling.

The boys laughed, and the little fat man spat on his back and shouted, "The little bastard is out." ”

The black courtyard gate opened, and two sturdy black-clothed monks stood on both sides of the courtyard gate with black iron rods.

When they saw the young man come out, they bowed and shouted, "Uncle Wukong." ”

The boy smiled and nodded: "It's hard work." ”

He couldn't hear clearly, but he could recognize the shape of his mouth.

Tianlun Academy is on a high platform, and you have to go down eighteen stone steps to get out.

Outside the courtyard, next to the stone wall, there were more than a dozen monks sitting around.

When they saw that there was no space, they all bowed silently and made way for a passage.

At the door of the temple, Teacher Rhett looked at his back and sighed slightly.

Most of the teenagers who can enter Tianlun Academy to study are certified spirit child young masters from various monasteries within a radius of thousands of miles.

The monks outside the academy are the monks sent by the monasteries to serve them.

The identity of the young Wukong is a bit special, he is the youngest disciple of the Grand Master of Tianlun Temple, Kong Xue, and one of the only three "wordless" monks in Tianlun Temple.

The inheritance of Tianlun Temple comes from the Han Dynasty, and is sorted by "emptiness", "nothingness", "truth", "law" and "phase".

Under Master Kongxue, there are three beginner disciples: Endless, Fishless, and Empty.

Hentai is a big disciple, the first of the red hall of the Tianlun Temple, and the presiding master of Tianlun Temple.

Wuyu is the second disciple and the first master of the White Hall of Tianlun Temple, responsible for the finances and external exchanges of Tianlun Temple.

Tianlun Academy, known as Neijingtang, is a college established to train the heirs of various monasteries.

On the side of Ganlu Temple, there is also a Tianlun martial arts school, which teaches Tianlun martial arts to strengthen the body.

Although the seniority of Wukong is high, he is not a Lingtong mage, and he is also a little embarrassed in Tianlun Temple.

The little fat man scolded him for being a bastard because he was an illegitimate child.

Twelve years ago, a female pilgrim from Sujing gave birth to him in Tianlun Temple, and after that, he never appeared again.

Wukong didn't know the identity of his parents, he didn't know what they looked like, and he didn't have a single photo.

If it weren't for the mercy of Archmage Kongxue, the second senior brother would not be able to live now without the care of Master Fish.

The little fat man in the academy, whose law name is Zhenwu, is a junior who has no space, and he is not a spirit boy mage.

His father is the master of the Tianlun Temple Sutra Hall, the master of the endless mage, the senior brother of Wukong.

There is an inexplicable legend in Tianlun Temple: when Shingo was born, he had two heavenly eye beads in his mouth, his eyes flashed with colorful auspicious light, and in his crying, Sanskrit singing was implied......

Shingo thought that he was auspicious and was the natural spiritual child master of Tianlun Temple.

He regarded Uncle Xiao's lack of space as his only competitor and stumbling block, and often secretly calculated him.

There is no time for the inheritance of Tianlun Temple, I don't have any ideas, and I can't hide from the little fat man's small movements, and I can avoid it.

Shingo didn't dare to go too far, after all, it was his little uncle who was empty.

The Archmage of the Sky Snow is superb in martial arts, has a strong internal breath, and his Xuangong cultivation is unfathomable, and he sits firmly on the throne of the first super master of the Red Gobi, and he is only seventy years old, and he is alive and kicking.

It is not uncommon for a master of that level to live to be 100 years old.