What do I see?]

[This...... It's not Tang Seng?]

[What the hell is the Black Chicken Country, is it the production of Black Chicken White Phoenix Pills??]

[Luo Luo: It's terrible to have no culture, what kind of black chicken and white phoenix pills, have you eaten too many black chicken and white phoenix pills? 】

[I'll it! It's too awesome, do you dare to tell everyone out loud, is it a book that you turned on the spot?]

[Oh yes, yes, I remember, the king of the black chicken country was robbed of the throne by a monster, as if the monster was Manjushri's mount, a golden lion. 】

[I'm just a child: Your sister, you've read this novel confusingly, right? The golden lion is in martial arts, and Manjushri's mount is a green lion. 】

[Don't care so much about the details. The question now is, this black chicken country is the plot behind, what the hell is this self-proclaimed prince now?

[Great Sage, is it okay to give an explanation, what happened just now, what about Tang Seng who said yes?]

Cui Shi looked at these enthusiastic barrages helplessly, and couldn't answer anyway, so he simply continued not to speak to maintain a sense of mystery.

Even if you don't know anything, you have to show a smile that you have everything under control, which is a basic skill that must be mastered when interrogating prisoners, so Cui Shi smiled meaningfully at the translucent barrage, without the slightest flaw.

[I'm rubbing, another white horse?]

The white horse appeared in the live broadcast screen, which was half a beat slower than Cui Shi hearing the sound of horses' hooves in the real environment.

[It can't be some prince of which country, right?]

[Alas, it is said that the one who rides a white horse is not necessarily a prince, but may also be a Tang monk. But now how I wish there wouldn't be any more bullshit princes, and the speed of Tang Seng appeared!]

[Come, come, white horse, robe, Zen staff!!This time it's really Tang Seng!]

[Don't talk too early, this great sage's live broadcast, the brain is incredible, Sun Wukong wears glasses, and the princes of the Wuji country have come out to show their faces, what else is impossible? 】

[No nonsense, if it's Tang Seng, I'll reward a chicken leg directly, is there anything to follow?]

【Local tyrant...... Kneel. I...... Is it okay to follow a chicken feather?]

[Follow a chicken feather +1.] 】

[Uh, then the question is, with a chicken feather, is it with a dollar, or not?]

In the midst of the discussion, the white horse approached the picture slowly, and a young monk with a delicate face sat on it, wearing a robe and holding a Zen staff, which could be called a treasure and solemn and magnificent.

"There is a great Tang king to descend the seal, and Qincha Xuanzang asked Zen Buddhism. Firmly grinding and pecking to find the dragon's lair, and deliberately practicing the upper eagle peak. How many countries have traveled to the border, and there are thousands of miles in front of Yunshan. From now on, don't drive to the west, and teach the Buddha to hold the enlightenment of the great emptiness......"

The young monk walked slowly on his horse, and the sound of horses' hooves kicked and stomped, accompanied by the tune of this half-song and half-poem, three points solemn, seven points indifferent.

The poem ...... It's really like a Tang monk!"

Cui Shi lowered his head and gave hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room a familiar back of his head, and no one could see his complicated expression now.

Tang Seng appeared, but Cui Shi was not as ecstatic as the audience, but fell into tangled emotions.

Just now there was a prince of the Wuji Kingdom, and now he has finally ushered in Tang Seng, so this inexplicable world is likely to be really the mythical world described in "Journey to the West".

However, where is Sun Wukong?

Now press me here, let me replace Sun Wukong, and be the Monkey King who learns scriptures from the Tang monks?

Are you kidding!

This is a mythical world, with demons everywhere, and there are as many ghosts as dogs, but you have to guard a fragrant dumpling covered with Tang monk meat.

Even Sun Dasheng, who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, with a 13,500-pound Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, went through hardships and dangers along the way, and died nine times in his life, so he could be regarded as sending this stupid and cute Elder Tang who could only recite mantras to the West Heaven.

Now it's me......

Even if I have this Nima covered with individual rockets and high-explosive melon grenades, I may not be able to slay demons.

What is the difference between sending to death?

I'm not going!

However, Tang Seng can't waste it, at least get me out, and then plan slowly for the future.

As soon as Cui Shi raised his head, he saw that the monk on the white horse didn't notice him at all, and there was only one horse butt left and gradually moving away, so he hurriedly raised his head and shouted:

"Master, please stay!"

Well?

The melodious song came to an abrupt end, and Tang Seng, who was riding on a horse, turned his head when he heard the sound, and then saw the strange man who was pressed under the mountain.

"This benefactor, are you calling the poor monk?"

Tang Seng urged the horse to approach, and saw that the man at the foot of the mountain had no white face, only a few inches more hair than himself, and there were unknown strange things on the bridge of his nose, which did not look like a person from Middle-earth.

As soon as his mind moved, Tang Seng secretly said: On this westward journey, Guanyin Bodhisattva had hinted that he would give a few disciples with great magical powers to accompany him, and he would overcome obstacles and tribulations all the way before he could go to the west to obtain the true scriptures.

Could it be ...... This strange man is one of the disciples arranged by the Bodhisattva?

"That's right, it's just you, what do you call the master?"

Cui Shi looked at the dignified-looking young monk and always had to make a final confirmation.

"The poor monk Chen Xuanzang came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the ...... of the Western Heavens"

"Okay, okay, I don't need to say this word, I know it, it seems to be you!"

Cui Shi sighed silently, he no longer had any doubts about Tang Seng's identity, and suddenly said:

"Since you are a disciple of Buddhism, what should you do if you see people in the world suffering in distress?"

Tang Seng's expression was awe-inspiring, and he said solemnly: "All living beings are suffering, and my Buddha is compassionate." Be clear and see nature, and overcome all the sufferings in the world. ”

"Well, as you can see, I am now the suffering 'man of the world', and now I am officially asking you for help to find a way to get me out. If this little disaster can't be solved, what will you go to the west and worship the Buddha? ”

"That's how it should be!"

Tang Seng nodded without hesitation, then frowned slightly, and said puzzledly: "Donor...... Why are you crushed at the foot of the mountain, how can the poor monk save you?"

"You listen to me, first climb up the mountain and find a press post written by the old Buddha of your family, what is it called Bo Ruo Polo...... Uh, it doesn't seem to be this sentence, it's Mommy Mommy Bang or something, the bling is very recognizable, you take it off first, and let's talk about the next step. ”

Tang Seng had a very cute expression on his white handsome face, and it took a long time to blink, and he asked tentatively, "What did the donor say...... Hum what is going on?"

"Yes, yes, I don't have the standard pronunciation of your chanting, don't worry about the details, go ahead. ”

Cui Shi thought to himself that if he didn't get rid of this talisman on this mountain, even if he called the head of the excavator department of Lanxiang Technical School, he wouldn't be able to dig himself out.

"This ......"

Tang Seng raised his eyes and saw that this high mountain was like a cloud, faintly divided into five mountains, shaped like a giant's palm.

I'm afraid it's not easy to climb, right?

Cui Shi urged: "Don't rub it in, the Buddha is still waiting for you to learn the scriptures, speed! What do you say that you are not afraid of all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and now it is difficult to even climb a mountain? If you don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Belch.

Tang Seng looked dazed, his expression was cute, and he felt as if something was wrong.

The Buddhist scriptures have clouds, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. That is the great compassion and great wish made by the Buddha.

But some people even say that "if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell", how can there be the slightest hint of Buddhist compassion, and it has all become a cunning statement in the market......

This strange person, really mentioned by the Bodhisattva, a disciple with great magical powers, can protect me all the way to the Great Leiyin Temple?