The princess of all saints went back immediately, and soon brought back a huge pearl, only to see that the pearl was completely black, and the princess smiled: "The luminous pearl is like this, it is not conspicuous in the daytime, and it can be compared to the stars after night. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

There is also the blood stain left by the practice of the nine-headed insect on the pagoda, Guanyin swayed with the willow branch whisking the fairy dew, the drizzle falls, and the pagoda is as clean as new.

Wukong took the orb, climbed to the top of the tower, and put the orb in the place where the relics were enshrined.

With the wall blocking, the orb has a mysterious purple qi looming, and Wukong casually laid down a magic circle, just to protect the treasure and block people, not to hurt people, he can know it when the array is broken, and he can come back at any time.

After doing all this, after going down the tower, he said casually to Jianji Jianbao, and was pulled aside by the Princess of All Saints to speak.

The generals of the Sai country also worked hard to protect their official positions, and they all came back in less than an hour, and it is said that they killed three concubines, and the queen committed suicide.....

With Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Ten Thousand Saints Dragon King on his side, and Wukong who didn't dare to guess the strength of the hundred officials, the two living Buddhas were not hindered to the throne, but the announcement to the world caused a lot of shock.

This is nothing more than three meanings to the world, one is to calm the people, the second is to declare the imperial power, and the third is to pray for the protection of the gods.

With Wukong Guanyin here, and Bibotan Dragon Palace as a friendly neighbor, begging for the protection of the gods is just a formality, but it also alarmed the Heavenly Court Lingshan Qin Tianjian.

The Jade Emperor was shocked when he heard the report, sat quietly for a long and short stick of incense, and finally said dejectedly: "The king of Fan should die, so he gave the monkey a chance to take advantage of it, the power of heaven to kill the king, and govern the country with a living Buddha, with this example, Lingshan Bliss will be happy, although Maitreya is suppressed by Qin Tianjian, he will also support it when he hears about it, and announce that the world is a foregone conclusion, and the sacrifice of the country will be stopped! Beware of imitators!"

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After Guanyin watched the ceremony, he returned to Zhu Ziguo, and the Dragon King's family also returned to the Dragon Palace.

Jianji Jianbao and the monks of Jinguang Temple worked hard to stay, and Wukong Xuanzang stayed in the sacrificial country for three days.

The cold winter is raging, everything is slaughtered, and the cold wind is biting day and night, and between the lines, Xuanzang said: "Wukong, how many days have you been away from Jinguang Temple?"

Wukong smiled: "It's been nearly a month and a half. ”

Xuanzang Qi said: "Only around the winter solstice, why do poor monks have warmth?"

Bajie said with a smile: "It's warm and it's good to hurry, it's as cold as the previous two days, the pig's ears are going to freeze, and it's best to be warm." ”

Wu Qi said: "Immortals can not help but be cold and hot, you are lazy, afraid of cold and heat, lustful and greedy and afraid of death, when will you be able to grow?"

The old pig who said it in a sentence walked with his head bowed in shame, and Xuanzang pretended not to listen, and rode forward.

Wukong Wujing looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and followed unhurriedly.

After walking for ten miles, the more hot it became, and there was a high mountain in my eyes, which seemed to have a red light.

Xuanzang grabbed the white dragon horse, dismounted and took off his robe, and said with a smile: "The breeze is warm, this good day is more and more pleasant!"

Wukong sneered: "There are high mountains blocking the road in front of you, and this wind is becoming more and more strange, it may not be a pleasant scene, wait for the old grandson to catch the wind and smell it!"

Dodged over the limelight of the breeze, grabbed the tail of the wind, sniffed for a while, and exclaimed: "This wind has three points of fire, it is really not a good wind!"

Bajie took off his cotton clothes and said with a smile: "The old pig doesn't care if it's good or bad, but it's good to be warm." ”

Wukong smiled bitterly: "This wind is blowing from that mountain, and it is so hot at this time that it is still a hundred and ten miles away from that mountain, but I am afraid that when it comes closer, Bajie will become a roast pig." ”

Bajie was puzzled when he heard this, and said in surprise: "Brother Monkey, can the wind be so strong?"

Wukong said: "Lao Sun said that you don't believe it, you know it when you get close!"

After traveling a few miles, Xuanzang Bajie took off a piece of clothing together, so that there were more than 20 miles, it was already as uncomfortable as roasting on the fire, Xuanzang Pilu hat was not worn, and the monk's robe was also taken off, leaving only a close-fitting coat on the body, the close-fitting coat was covered inside, soaked with sweat, sticking to the body, at this time I saw the light of day, was blown by the hot wind, and dried in a moment.

Under the heat, Xuanzang was a little irritable, and saw that there was a faint fire on the mountain in the distance, and the mountain was red, and said bitterly: "Wukong, this wind is really not a good wind! At this time, it is still so far away from the mountain, it has been burned to this point, and the poor monk is mortal, how can this pass!"

Wukong said in his heart that the name of this flame mountain is worthy of its name, but it is not easy to say, and he said with relief: "It is so scorching, there will be no goblins on the mountain, hey, there seems to be a village house in front of it, and ask the local people, can there be a way to cross the mountain." ”

Xuanzang's hot eyes were dizzy, and at this time, two or three miles to the east, there seemed to be a village.

Xuanzang climbed onto the horse with great effort under the support of Wukong, and the white dragon horse also knew that Master Xuanzang was in a trance, and he didn't dare to rush forward, and slowly moved forward with small broken steps with his four hooves.

When I got closer, it was a village, and in the afternoon, someone was basking in the sun under the wall.

Xuanzang was extremely surprised, and dismounted and asked, "Old donor, the poor monk has inquired." ”

The old man in rags opened his eyes and glanced at Xuanzang, finally got up, and said with a wry smile: "Where did the master come from, why did he come to this barren mountain and wilderness?"

Xuanzang said: "The poor monk is the Tang Dynasty monk Xuanzang of the Eastern Soil, went to the west to learn the scriptures, and now the return trip, when he came to take the north road, although the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, the road is safe, but also to return to the hometown, choose this south road to the east, come and go for tens of thousands of miles, and have never seen such an abnormal place, the solar term is the cold winter of Sanjiu, why is it so hot? ”

After hearing this, the old man smiled and said: "You are a monk who is also sincere, you can walk hundreds of thousands of miles, like me, a bad old man, who served his parents in his prime, and after his parents went, he did not give up his family business, and now he is half dead, and he wants to get out of this hundred and ten miles but he is powerless, so he can only take shelter from the wind under the wall, but he is not sad." ”

Xuanzang couldn't bear it after hearing this, but asked again: "It's so hot, how can the old man be under the sun?"

The old man smiled and said: "There are these eight hundred miles of flame mountain scorching, God's light is not even that warm, I don't believe the monk, you can try it!"

"Eight hundred miles, Flame Mountain...."Xuanzang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

Wukong saw it from a distance, stepped over a hundred feet, and stepped forward to help him up.

The old man was amazed, and sighed: "You are a man with a strange appearance, but you really have the ability, when you saw it before, you were still a hundred feet away, the golden armor was dazzling, and it was in front of you in a blink of an eye." ”

Wukong said with a smile: "The old grandson knows how to shrink the ground, and the small skills of carving insects make the old man laugh." ”

The old man sighed: "Shrink the ground into inches? That's the ability of the gods!"

Wukong smiled: "Sort of!"

Helped up by Wukong, Xuanzang cried and asked, "Old man, you just said that this mountain is eight hundred miles away?"

The old man nodded and said, "This mountain is called Flame Mountain, and eight hundred miles is just an imaginary number, it should be more than that!"

Xuanzang's face became even more bitter when he heard this, and asked, "The old man is a local, do you know how to pass this Flame Mountain?"

The old man said: "If you want to temporarily rest the flames on the mountain, you have to use the iron fan fairy banana fan!"

The old man said and saw that Xuanzang's body was still shaking under the support, and he hurriedly said: "Monk, come and take shelter from the wind at the base of the wall!