Sanzang quietly approached Manjushri and asked, "Bodhisattva, did you have a similar study two hundred years ago?"

Manjushri's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he regained his composure in an instant, pretending to be mysterious: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed, Tang Sanzang, what should be known will be known after all, why should you be in a hurry?"

Tang Sanzang hated it so much, dead fox, I knew that you wouldn't tell me, so wouldn't Lao Tzu check it himself? I believe that on the West Heaven Road, we will definitely be able to find out the real reasons that left behind back then, which made Tang Seng learn the scriptures two hundred years late. Of course, what makes the archmage most worried is that Sun Wukong, who is the Monkey King, can't somersault clouds, not even fiery eyes, damn, this is too outrageous?

"Zen Master Wuchao, I can see that you are very interested in jade carving and grinding, I would like to ask you for a favor. Ignoring the treacherous Manjushri, Sanzang turned to the Wuchao Zen Master and pleaded.

"It's easy to say, as long as the little old man can do it, he will do his best and do his best. Wuchao Zen Master smiled and played the package ticket.

As a result, Tang Sanzang described those circles and strips with strokes, which made Wuchao Zen Master dizzy when he heard it, as if falling into the fog. Tang Sanzang deeply felt the hardship of communication, and still spared no effort to describe, after countless comparisons, the images in the minds of the two finally coincided. In this way, the first mahjong card in history, under the ingenious and extraordinary carving of the Wuchao Zen Master, fell to the ground.

In Tang Sanzang's eyes, it was full of crystal clear white jade mahjong, and he really loved it. Touching and looking at it, the archmage sighed heartily, damn, Lao Tzu, who was once the lowest level of society, with this pair of white jade mahjong, it is enough to get rid of poverty and become rich, and go to the well-off.

In addition, Sanzang also put on the white jade glasses made by Wuchao Zen Master, and he couldn't help but feel proud again, haha, in the future, Lao Tzu will go to the desert, and he will no longer be afraid of the wind and sand.

In addition to being satisfied, Tang Sanzang thanked Wuchao Zen Master apologetically: "Zen Master, Tang Sanzang really doesn't know what to say, I'm so excited, I used so much jade from you, I'm really sorry." ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't know what these cubes can do, it's a pity to look at. Zen Master Wuchao said with a little distress.

Tang Sanzang smiled and taught everyone to play mahjong. Fortunately, everyone is a smart person, and after a few rounds, they are quite proficient in playing, only Gao Xiuning regards himself as high and disdains to participate in this kind of game.

Zen Master Wuchao was quite fascinated, and exclaimed wildly: "Well, I didn't expect such a gadget to be so varied, it's really amazing." In my opinion, no matter how much jade is spent, it is not in vain. This Zen master happened to be tired of playing Go, and he happened to play mahjong to make it fresh. ”

Later, under the vigorous promotion of Wuchao Zen Master, mahjong gambling quickly spread throughout the north and south of the Three Realms, and even far into the heavenly court, becoming a beautiful thing that people relished after tea and dinner, and has been passed on to future generations and endured. As the origin of mahjong, Gao Laozhuang has become a paradise for gambling entertainers, which Tang Sanzang probably did not expect.

Hearing that Xiuning was leaving Gao Laozhuang, the surrounding people actually came to see each other off, which made Gao Xiuning feel embarrassed and embarrassed. Thinking that the Gao family and the pig demon have been fighting for a hundred years, it has really affected the production and life of the people, and now that these two plague gods have left at the same time, it is no wonder that the people are so happy and send each other off.

Wuchao Zen Master looked at Gao Xiuning, who did not look back, proudly, stroked his beard and chuckled: "I think you Manjushri is wise and intelligent, and is extraordinary, and I am afraid it is not so simple to come here today, isn't it, old fox?"

Manjushri seemed to like this title very much, squinted his eyes and said pleasantly: "Old man, you and I have been friends for thousands of years, and I also know that you are the most capable of calculating people's fortunes, what do you feel in your heart when you look at this Tang Sanzang today?"

Wuchao Zen Master smiled bitterly and lamented: "Yes, for thousands of years, the little old man has also boasted of some ability to pinch his fingers and tell fortunes, even if the Buddha came in person, I can also calculate one or two." But today, when he tried it on Tang Sanzang, all the means failed. But in the dark, I feel that he has a bright future, and he is extremely magnificent, and he is really a great creation of gods and ghosts. That's why I trust Xiuning to him with peace of mind, after all, the person who can make this Zen master can't see the fortune, is it more reassuring to me?"

As soon as the words came out, Manjushri laughed loudly: "It seems that it is right, those who can have no name and surname on the reincarnation list, even if they pinch their fingers to tell fortunes, it is in vain." ”