Although Sun Wukong's behavior made Chen Yang feel very happy, he couldn't help but worry about Sun Wukong's impulsiveness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If Rulai wants to teach Sun Wukong to be a human being through these monsters, then Sun Wukong's behavior just now is to teach these Buddhas how to behave in turn.

Sun Wukong is a model of freedom, he does not follow the crowd, he does not bow his head because of oppression, and anyone who tries to use force to bring him to his knees will taste the Monkey King's resistance.

The breeze blew, but Chen Yang felt a trace of coldness.

The smile on Lingji Bodhisattva's face rose little by little, and Sun Wukong handed over the golden hoop stick from his left hand to his right hand, with a posture of being ready to fight at any time.

Zhu Bajie has an animalistic sensitivity to danger, and ran behind Tang Seng with his head shrunk, as if this mortal monk could protect him in danger.

It seemed to be a moment, and it seemed that many years had passed, and the solidified atmosphere made Chen Yang and the three of them feel slightly in a trance.

Lingji Bodhisattva finally spoke, "My Buddha is merciful, Great Sage, how can you kill?" ”

Sun Wukong sneered: "You Buddha is merciful, what do you have to do with my old grandson?" I'm not a Buddhist. ”

Lingji Bodhisattva pretended to be surprised and asked, "Aren't you?" So why are you here? ”

Sun Wukong said: "I have an agreement with this monk, I want to escort him to the West Heaven Da Lei Yin Temple to learn scriptures." ”

Lingji Bodhisattva suddenly smiled and said, "What is the scripture? Nature is used to cross the world, and this trip to live with oneself, how is it not a Buddha? ”

Sun Wukong squinted his eyes, and there was a cold light pouring out.

"My grandson is not a Buddha, he was not, he is not now, and he will not be in the future." Sun Wukong's words are loud, and his determination can be clearly perceived when he hears it.

Lingji Bodhisattva still had that shallow smile, and at this moment he returned to his true nature of compassion.

"Great Sage, it's too early to assert at this time." Lingji Bodhisattva said: "The road to the west is bumpy, but there is a great sage to accompany you. Master Sanzang must have been able to go to the Western Heavens. ”

At the end, Lingji Bodhisattva looked at Tang Seng again and said, "Master Sanzang, I'm waiting for you in the West Heaven." ”

I don't know why. Looking at the solemn and compassionate Lingji Bodhisattva of Buddhism, Tang Seng suddenly felt a fear in his heart. The fear was beyond his imagination, almost controlling his mind and causing his expression to stiffen. There was a look of fear in his eyes.

Lingji Bodhisattva caught the change in Tang Seng's expression, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he slowly turned around and left.

As soon as Lingji Bodhisattva left, Tang Seng returned to normal, and Chen Yang asked, "Monk, what's wrong?" Too excited to see the Bodhisattva? ”

Tang Seng shook his head, his mood was so low that Chen Yang had never seen it.

"Let's go."

Sun Wukong naturally has no opinion, and Zhu Bajie does not dare to have an opinion, but for the change in Tang Seng's mood. Except for Chen Yang, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie didn't care at all.

……

Time flies, since the eight hundred yellow winds have passed, all the way to the west, it is a land of Pingyang.

After another mountain, Chen Yang suddenly woke up and realized that it was this mountain.

If Chen Yang is not mistaken, after turning over this mountain, less than fifty miles, there will be eight hundred miles of quicksand river.

Chen Yang specially observed Tang Seng. Since Tang Seng stepped on this mountain, his face has always been a little pale, looking tired, and he doesn't know if he is tired or what.

Halfway through. Zhu Bajie suddenly shouted: "Let's rest, the monk is dying." ”

Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Tang Seng, and saw that Tang Seng's face was like gold paper, and his feet were floating, which seemed to be a precursor to a coma.

Sun Wukong put the golden hoop stick horizontally and found an open space to sit down at random. This is a manifestation of attitude.

But Tang Seng was unusual, with an anxious look on his face, and said: "I'm fine, let's go quickly, let's rest after this mountain." ”

Zhu Bajie said: "What are you doing? We are all here to protect you, if you are tired to death, I will not be able to go to heaven in my life. ”

Tang Seng said: "I'm fine." ”

Sun Wukong also looked at him a little strangely, only Chen Yang could probably guess why Tang Seng was in such a hurry to leave.

Probably because he had been bitten to death by a tiger on this mountain.

This is a mark in the depths of the soul, even if you drink Meng Po soup, you can't wash away the memories hidden in your soul.

Chen Yang walked up and said, "Monk, let's rest, wait for the sun to go down, and then we will go on the road." ”

Tang Seng didn't listen to what Chen Yang said at all, he just shook his head vigorously, and then said that he would leave now.

Chen Yang was helpless, and hit him on the back of the neck, and Tang Seng fainted in the eyes.

Chen Yang was also forced to do nothing.

If you don't rest at this time, you will go down to the quicksand river later, and Tang Seng will be flustered.

Zhu Bajie saw that Chen Yang had knocked Tang Seng unconscious, and immediately shouted: "What are you doing? ”

Chen Yang glanced at the pig's head and said, "Let him rest for a while, otherwise what if he dies of exhaustion?" ”

Zhu Bajie stopped talking.

Chen Yang warmed Tang Seng's body with his spiritual power, and his face returned to ruddy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An hour later, the sun tilted slightly westward from the sky.

Chen Yang woke Tang Seng up, and Tang Seng saw that he was still on the mountain, urging the three of them to go down the mountain.

Two hours later, at sunset, the four of them finally got down the mountain, and Tang Seng also let out a long breath, which made Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie feel very strange.

After walking for another half an hour, it was getting dark, and the four of them stopped, picked up some dry firewood, and lit it.

Chen Yang took out the dragon meat skewers and put them on the bonfire to barbecue.

Zhu Bajie and Tang Seng smelled the aroma of meat wafting from under their noses, staring at the roasted golden and dripping oil dragon meat, looking at the steamed buns in their hands, and couldn't help sighing.

Another day passed, the four of them got up early, and when they walked until noon, Tang Seng suddenly asked, "What sound?" ”

Chen Yang said: "The sound of the waves. ”

Zhu Bajie smiled: "The endless desert here, where does the waves come from? ”

Chen Yang shrugged, too lazy to talk to him more. A pig is a pig, and no amount of saying can change the fact that he is a pig, but will drag his IQ down because of excessive arguments.

An hour later, the four of them stood in front of the quicksand river, looking at the waves in front of them that kept lapping on the bank, Zhu Bajie smacked his lips and said, "There is such a big river here." ”

Chen Yang looked left and right, pointed to the stone tablet not far away, and said, "This is called the Liusha River, which is eight hundred miles. ”

Tang Seng's face was once again difficult to look at. Chen Yang was sure that he did have some impressions of his previous lives.

"Lao Chen, you can fly over with me on your back." Tang Seng said.

Chen Yang's mouth twitched and said, "Monk." How do you do this opportunistic thing? ”

Tang Seng looked at the boundless quicksand river and said, "You all know magic, but I am just a mortal in the flesh, do you want me to walk around this river for eight hundred miles?" ”

Chen Yang thought to himself, what the monk said was not unreasonable. With such a wide river, should he be allowed to swim through? It's not realistic.

Zhu Bajie offered a plan and said, "We can make a bamboo raft to get through." ”

Chen Yang pointed to the stone tablet and said, "Eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand weak water depths." The goose feathers can't float, and the reed flowers sink to the bottom."

Zhu Bajie didn't believe it, walked over, looked carefully, and it was really written like this.

Zhu Bajie changed a few leaves and threw them down. In a few moments, the leaves sank.

"Oh, this quicksand river is really a little unusual."

Chen Yang said: "Let's fly over." ”

Chen Yang walked up to Tang Seng and said, "Come up, I'll carry you." ”

Tang Seng was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm a little heavy." ”

"Alright, stop talking nonsense, come on." Chen Yang rolled his eyes and said.

Tang Seng was not hypocritical, and climbed on Chen Yang's back. In his left hand, he dragged a purple gold bowl, and in his right hand he held a nine-ring tin staff.

Chen Yang walked against the wind, accompanied by Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, one left and one right.

The three of them flew across the lake and halfway there. Zhu Bajie suddenly pointed to the lake and shouted, "Something is floating on the water." ”

Chen Yang thought to himself, you pig is a fool to be someone else again. But I still subconsciously glanced down.

It's good that I didn't see it, but after watching it, Chen Yang was stunned.

There really is something floating on the river.

Before Chen Yang could react, Zhu Bajie had already flown down, reaching out and scooping up the things.

"Mom!" Zhu Bajie just picked it up. He shouted, and then with a flick of his hand, he threw the thing into the quicksand river again.

Chen Yang asked him, "What is it?" ”

Zhu Bajie flew back, shook his head constantly, and kept saying: "Bad luck, it's really bad luck, it's a skull." ”

Chen Yang's heart suddenly burst out, and he hurriedly looked in the direction that Zhu Bajie had just thrown out.

Be there!

Chen Yang carried Tang Seng on his back, flew over in an instant, reached down with his palm, and picked up the skull.

Sure enough, it was a skull, a very small skull, and at first glance it was the skull of an eight- or nine-year-old child.

"Lao Chen, I'm dizzy." Tang Seng suddenly said in a weak voice.

Chen Yang hurriedly put the skull into the storage space and said, "Bear with me, I'll cross the river immediately." ”

"Hmm." Tang Seng replied weakly.

After crossing the river, Chen Yang carefully put Tang Seng on the ground, and saw that his face was indeed a little pale, and said in his heart, this monk should not be faint, right?

"I'll go over and take a turn, just so that the monk also rests for a while." After Chen Yang finished speaking, he turned around and flew away, he knew that Zhu Bajie would definitely ask him if anything was better, so he didn't plan to give Zhu Bajie this opportunity to ask.

Legend has it that even a feather of the quicksand river will sink to the bottom of the river, but when the Tang monk and apprentice passed through the quicksand river and subdued Sha Wujing, Sha Wujing took out nine skulls and used the skulls to take them across the quicksand river.

These nine skulls were eaten by a person who passed by the quicksand river, but these nine skulls were able to float on the surface of the river.

That was a legend, and there was no way to verify it, but what Chen Yang saw in front of him now was that the quicksand river could not even float goose feathers, and it was true that the skull of a child could float on the surface of the river.

So, is this skull the reincarnation of the golden cicada?

If yes, why is it here? Back then, Guanyin snatched a head and a complete little monk from him.

But hundreds of years later, the skull of a child who could float on the surface of the quicksand river appeared in the quicksand river.

As Chen Yang was thinking in his heart, suddenly another white skull fluctuated with the undulations of the lake.

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