Unconsciously, fifteen days have passed since the Gaojiazhuang incident, and order has returned to normal on the ground within a radius of 100 miles. People should be in business, in business, in farming, and in living, as if they had forgotten the horrors that had taken place before.

One flower blooms, one on each branch.

About four or five hundred miles away, poor Xuanzang walked into the abyss step by step under the shroud of the glory of the Monkey King's Virgin.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, as Sun Wukong said, Xuanzang walked with dozens of pounds of things on his back, although he was tired like a dead dog, although the soles of his feet were blistered and the pain was unbearable, although his shoulders were bruised and bloodstained, he would stick to his clothes every day, and he would suffer severe pain when he took it off, but his body was getting better and better, compared to his previous soft appearance, he could be described as half a man.

This should have been a happy thing, but Xuanzang's good luck ended here, I don't know if he brainwashed himself, Sun Wukong's thoughts became more and more perverted, unexpectedly, unexpectedly......

On this day, it was a clear day, blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, happy birds singing among the trees, and little spiritual beasts showing their heads among the grass, peeping at the strange monks and strange monkeys sitting cross-legged.

The time gradually reached noon, the sun became spicy, and Xuanzang, who was sitting opposite Sun Wukong, had chapped lips, pale face, and swaying body, looking like he was about to die.

"Enlightenment-emptiness, for-teacher-reality-being"

Xuanzang's breath was like a gossamer, and his voice was as low as the buzzing of mosquitoes.

"The Buddha said that there are 84,000 insects in the clear water, but no monk with a compassionate heart can bear to kill them, master, don't you say?"

Sun Wukong looked at the bowl of water between the two with a sympathetic face, and he was alive and alive as a living Buddha.

If Chu Feng was here, he would have been surprised, when Sun Wukong spoke, there was a faint flash of Buddha light behind his head, and it seemed that he had reached a certain realm.

It is said that Sun Wukong is a Lingming stone monkey, through change, when he knows the sky, he knows the location, he moves the stars and changes the fight, and his qualification is one of the first in the Three Realms, as long as he learns something, he will learn it, some time ago, under the advice of Chu Feng, he used the Holy Mother to Tang Seng and at the same time devoted himself to reading Buddhism, and he was assimilated unconsciously, if Chu Feng knew about it, he would have regretted it.

Buddhism, especially the mythical Dharma, is so evil that people in practice generally dare not touch it casually.

Sun Wukong is an obvious example, obsessed, no, obsessed with Buddha, and even with Xuanzang.

It's flesh and blood, how can you not drink water!

Xuanzang opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Qing Shui, his Adam's apple moved, and he had a feeling of wanting to cry, in the end are you a master, or am I a master.

"Eight...... Eighty-four thousand insects, enlightenment...... Wukong, you're talking about it, but ...... Ke Shi really can't stand it. ”

As Xuanzang spoke, a halo appeared on the back of his head, and this brilliance carried the breath of silence and death, as if he was about to soar to bliss.

Strangely, this aura is bright and dark!

"Master, we will meet in the Pure Land of Bliss"

Sun Wukong closed his eyes quietly, of course he won't die, but Xuanzang will die, he can go with him.

"Amitabha, we meet in the Pure Land of Bliss."

At the moment when he was about to die, Xuanzang felt a little more relaxed in his heart, death is liberation, and it was too painful to learn scriptures with monkeys.

The mantra given by the Bodhisattva was used twice, and it was useless, is the Bodhisattva mistaken, a monkey who is dedicated to the Buddha, how can he be used to educate.

It's okay to say it's muddy, it's okay to say it's clear, Xuanzang found himself standing up, his body involuntarily drifted towards the sky, and the monk sitting on the ground was not himself.

"Poor monk, dying of thirst"

Xuanzang felt a little sad in his heart, he didn't even see the shadow of the West Heaven, he actually died, I'm sorry for the Buddha, I'm sorry for the Bodhisattva.

But then something even saddier happened, Xuanzang found that he stopped rising and was sucked down by a cold force from the Nine Shadows.

"Why, I shouldn't have gone to the Pure Land of Bliss, how could I go to hell!"

Xuanzang went to hell in extreme confusion.

……

Netherworld, the tenth floor, the Yama Palace, the hall master Yama King is very busy, this world is too big, and countless souls come to the underworld every day.

In addition, in recent years, the densely populated Central Plains region has caught up with the change of dynasties, and the old nobles and careerists of the Sui Dynasty have ousted the Son of Heaven at the cost of more than 30 million deaths, and buried the prosperous Sui Dynasty, causing a large number of ghosts!

Today, he just sent away a group of ghosts, and noticed that there was a soul with the Buddha's light on his body to come to the underworld, he took out the book of life and death to check, and was surprised, this person turned out to be the reincarnation of the Buddha's second disciple Jin Chanzi, Xuanzang, this person clearly wrote in the book of life and death - Xuanzang, Yang Shou is not over.

Such a person would actually appear here, could it be that the heavens have changed!

While he was pondering, a holy and mighty power descended on the underworld, and needless to say, he knew who was coming.

"Xiao Wang, welcome Guanyin Bodhisattva"

King Yama stepped out of his seat and came to the front of the temple to wait.

There was a void in mid-air, and Guanyin, who was disheveled, barefoot, and glowing all over, appeared.

King Yama didn't care, he had seen Guanyin many times, Guanyin had thirty-three incarnations, each one was different, although this one had not been seen before, it was also acceptable.

"Yan Jun, where is Xuanzang?"

Guanyin asked politely, after all, it is someone's place, although I saw it, I still have to go through the process.

"Kim, uh, the soul of the holy monk is there!"

King Yama, stretching out his hand and pointing, in the endless darkness, as if thousands of miles away, and as if in another space, Xuanzang, who looked like a muddy nightmare, stood stupidly.

"The poor monk came to take him back, I don't know if it's okay?"

Guanyin's tone was still very polite.

"Nature, nature."

The Buddha gate is powerful, how dare the king of Yama say nothing.

"Thank you, Yan-kun"

Guanyin stretched out his hand and sucked Xuanzang in front of him, flew out, and disappeared in an instant.

"Weird, weird......"

King Yama looked puzzled.

……

In the middle of the grass of a certain mountain, Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared instantly, casually sent Xuanzang's soul into his body, and at the same time dropped a drop of poplar branch nectar full of endless vitality.

The soul and body were one, vitality reappeared, and Xuanzang, whose chapped lips were dry, coughed violently, but felt a soft palm supporting his neck, and at the same time a bowl of water was delivered to his mouth.

Xuanzang took a sip of it, choking not lightly, and coughing even more.

"Drink Slowly"

A burst of soft sounds, with endless warmth.

Xuanzang took a few sips, squinted his eyes, and found that it was Guanyin Bodhisattva who fed him water.

Wearing a cloak, barefoot, and a kind of fatigue in his expression, when did Xuanzang see this kind of bodhisattva, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"The poor monk forcibly interrupted the practice of the holy law, hurting the original spirit."

Guanyin Bodhisattva explained.

"The little monk is ashamed, he has affected the Bodhisattva"

Xuanzang's face was guilty.