Chapter Seventy-Two: The Flame Mountain Realm
Wukong nodded, and then Zhen saw the two peerless swords from behind the door, just reclining on the corner of the wall, wrapped in strips of cloth simply, and even the blades were exposed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
The monkey shook his head when he saw it, and said with contempt: "Speaking of blasphemy, there is no one more desecrated than you to desecrate these two artifacts, just like you threw them in the corner of the wall like garbage, and wrapped them in strips of cloth, it's too unsightly, right?"
The old pig smiled slightly bitterly when he heard this, and sighed quietly: "I don't want to, isn't this sword too sharp, if I don't put it in the corner of the wall, but still put it under the pillow to protect it, and cut my head in half?" Besides, if there is a scabbard that can hold them, I can think about this method of overcoming rigidity with softness, and seal them with strips of cloth, don't you know, this strip of cloth is very thin, and my old pigs can feel the cold air exuding from their bodies, which makes my scalp explode, and I feel the wind gusting on my back when I walk on this stuffy burning field, and I don't feel very scorching. β
"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and try this half of the wood, may the Buddha bless this wood can really stand the edge of the two swords, and give me an old pig a scabbard, although the appearance is a little ugly, it is better than carrying them all day long, and you may suffer from the disaster of broken back anytime and anywhere. β
The monkey nodded, first gently pushed the sword glowing blue into this half of the log, with the piercing of the sword, the originally neat cut of the log instantly opened, under the impetus of the monkey, in the eyes of the eight precepts, inch by inch into the center of the log, but the sword blade is not as smooth sailing as the usual cut into the ordinary material, but slightly blocked, it is enough to prove that this golden silk nanmu is indeed hard, and it is extraordinary.
Although it was pushed slowly, in fact, it was only a minute, and Wukong inserted the sharp sword into the log entirely, up to the handle, which was perfect, and the monkey pulled the hilt out with great force, and it took a lot of force to pull the sword out.
Bajie smiled happily, and praised it repeatedly: "Wonderful, if it is really Brother Monkey who has vision, this wood is really a scabbard made of two swords, and now my old pig will no longer have to experience the feeling of being on his back." β
The monkey nodded, and reminded him kindly: "Even so, you still have to use these two swords sparingly, after all, their edges are too sharp, although they are temporarily suppressed by this log, sealed up, if they are interspersed too many times, causing a large loosening in the log, it will not be able to fix the blades." β
The old pig heard it and said yes again and again, and couldn't help but admit: "Brother Monkey, please rest assured, my old pig has its own nine-tooth nail rake that can be used, and I will never take them out to fight with the enemy unless it is absolutely necessary." β
The two brothers were talking, and suddenly a person walked in from outside the door, stroked his palms and laughed: "Bajie, congratulations on finally getting what you wanted, getting such a golden silk nanmu scabbard, originally these treasures were used for the teacher to purify sentient beings and relieve the toiling public, since you like it, you will give a thousand taels of silver, and there is no reason not to give it to you as a teacher." β
Hearing the master say to ask for money, Bajie immediately forgot about his physical condition, rubbed the ground and bounced off the bed, the force was too great, and in an instant he tore off the sling that tied his legs, and the two pig's feet slammed on the bed, and the pain in his heart stimulated the old pig to tears, and he rolled off the head of the bed with a miserable howl and fell to the ground.
The old pig was so painful that tears flowed down his eyes, and he scratched vigorously on the ground with both hands, and with a strong foot, he actually stood up tremblingly.
Sanzang didn't feel puzzled, and was overjoyed: "Bajie, okay, are you all right so soon?"
Bajie gritted his teeth with hatred, and said with a hum: "I think it hasn't healed yet, and there are still bursts of pain in my heart, but if I don't tighten it, I can stand still, turn around and ask Wujing to apply Jin Chuangyao to me, tie a bandage, and walk a few steps and it's fine." β
Sanzang was dumbfounded when he heard this, and said sweatily: "Ya, it won't get better so quickly, didn't the silverhorn boy say that it would hurt for three days and three nights, and besides, the wound punctured by the North Sea iguana is still there, can it heal so quickly?"
Wukong heard the music, his eyebrows fluttered, and he gloated: "It's not that you're stimulated, fortunately, the claws of the North Sea iguana are not too long, and the wound is not too deep, since you stand up, as long as you don't ooze blood, walk a few steps to exercise, maybe it will get better faster, as for the side effects of the Fafen pill, Xu was dissolved by the antibodies in Bajie's body, so it recovered, I really want to thank Master, give him such a moment at a critical moment, so that the blood circulation in his body can be accelerated, and he can stand up after breaking through obstacles, which can be regarded as your credit." β
Seeing that the master waved his hand shyly and postponed, Bajie hated the root of his teeth, and said depressedly: "Master, I said that you came so quickly, I think you have been hiding outside the house and eavesdropping from the beginning, it is really bad and pus, I think I was thinking about calculating my old pig early in the morning, and I don't even remember to do supper." β
Sanzang smiled embarrassedly when he heard this, and said flatteringly: "What are you doing for supper, it will be dawn in a few minutes, so you can wait for breakfast." Boy, you can be considered to be good, but the brothers don't have any silver, although there are gold and silver treasures outside the door, which can be flattened for gambling money, but they are all handicrafts and have higher artistic value, so the teacher is waiting outside, waiting for you to collect this log and sell it to you. β
"You kid can't patronize himself to take advantage, but let everyone hang there, take your thousands of taels of silver out and share a point for everyone, can't you accompany you to play mahjong and have fun, a win-win situation, how can you not allow it?"
Seeing that the master's abacus was crackling, Bajie hummed depressedly: "Although this is the case, just asking my old pig to pay money for everyone to gamble, I am afraid that if I lose the limelight, I will lose faster." β
Seeing that he was not allowed to say anything, Sanzang was also anxious, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn, for the teacher, let you pick two gold and silver treasures at random to use as your compensation, this is always okay, right?"
Bajie immediately smiled when he heard it, clapped his hands and said: "That's okay, it's useless to come with other things, just spare the old pig two golden basins, that thing has a large area, and it is very cost-effective." β
Wukong scoffed when he heard this, and said disdainfully: "Although this pig's head can calculate, what do you want to do with those many basins, aren't you afraid of being burdensome in the room?"
The old pig didn't laugh, and made a grimace and laughed: "You care about me, my old pig took these two basins, take one to wash your hands, and the other to wash your feet, isn't it quite suitable?"
Sanzang nodded, and admitted: "You can be extravagant, as long as you give money to everyone, you want gold and silver basins and jade basins, and I will find them for you as a teacher." β
Bajie waved his hand and urged: "Okay, don't be poor, go cook, my old pig is really hungry." Sanzang came back to his senses, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and ran out in a puff of smoke.
In this way, the master and apprentice had breakfast, rested on the burning field for half a day, and then took the exquisite pavilion and continued to march westward. Because several people have taken the Qingliang Pill, although the scorching sun is still on the top of their heads, the heat is steaming, the master and apprentice are like bathing in the refreshing spring breeze, full of joy to move forward, if it were not for Bajie's knee injury, the road is relatively slow and dragged back, they can really walk out of the hundred and eighty miles in one breath, before stopping.
Rao is so, they are still in good spirits, there are talking and laughing to hurry forward, as soon as I heard that Bajie spit out more than a thousand taels of silver, in order to support everyone's long-lost, haunting activities of rubbing hemp, the brothers are full of joy, singing a small song, walking forward with relaxed steps, but only more than half an hour, it has been thirty miles, came to a village. The master and apprentice stretched their necks, looked at the building in front of them, and looked stunned, dizzy, maybe the region is different, the architectural style here is also very different from other places, from a distance, the houses seem to grow mushroom shapes, the roof above is a big mushroom face, more than the house below up to several meters, like a dark cloud covering the house below.
The layout of the room below is also very strange, although the faΓ§ade has the appearance of windows, but they are all painted with black paint, and they are not moving, as if they have not been opened once in decades.
These houses are not equipped with doors, but there is a curtain to isolate the inside and outside, but it is woven with very small and fine bamboo silk, the workmanship is very exquisite, can be opened and closed, but just like the current blinds, it is very wonderful.
Although there were so many buildings, the street was extremely depressed, and there was not half a figure to be seen in the vast yellow earth, and the window was closed tightly because of the black paint, and there was nothing to see inside. Although there was no one outside the house, the house was very lively, with silk and bamboo models, cups and plates, as if there was some kind of banquet.
Bajie listened for a while, and didn't feel a little happy to see the hunt, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Hehe, the people in this place are interesting, hang the curtain during the day, close the window to make a banquet, I think there is a lot of delicious food hidden, my old pig will open the curtain and go in to take a look, I can't keep this person's hospitality, and we can also treat us together." β
Sanzang glanced at him disdainfully, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said: "Bajie, you still don't go, the people in this place close their doors and hold banquets in broad daylight, I think they are all cowardly, if you stinky guy opens the curtain and goes in uninvited, you can really treat you as a monster, and it's okay to beat you stupid, if it affects a few of us, it won't be beautiful, you still know each other and stand aside, and wait for the teacher to come forward and knock on the door." β
Bajie laughed when he heard this, and sneered vigorously: "Although Master has gotten there, it's just that unfortunately this person doesn't have a door, but how can you go up and knock on the door, and this curtain is very light, I'm afraid that it won't make a sound, if you want to go in, and don't open the curtain, you only have to stand at the door and shout, but when you see such a sound inside, even if you shout through your throat, you may not be able to hear it, how is this good?"