On the west bank of the Eagle Stream, the people of Harba received a message from Ao Bai and were waiting for everyone to return. Seeing Xiao Yushu return safely, he cried with joy for several days, and immediately beckoned his subordinates to a banquet to welcome the arrival of Sai Mingzhu. Such a joyful scene was a little more grand than the last wedding banquet, which made everyone in Qu Zhiguo feel grateful.

After the banquet, Tang Sanzang felt that everything was ready, and there was no need to stay, so he had to say goodbye. On that day, 10,000 people from the country of Hara gathered, wept bitterly, and sent the Sanzang army out of the country.

Tang Sanzang was free and easy, riding on the horse and arching his hand to say goodbye to everyone: "Everyone, as the so-called sending you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye in the end, Tang Sanzang will say goodbye, everyone please go back." The Sanzang Legion is only a passer-by here after all, and the vicissitudes of history will eventually bury our footprints, leaving only everyone, do a good job, I believe that this nation is very promising. ”

Lian Shixun Dai Yushu kept Sanzang and said: "Didn't the holy monk consider staying, the widow is willing to share the hundred miles of the country with the holy monk, isn't it very good?"

Wukong laughed when he heard this, and teased: "Your Majesty, my master has ambitions for thousands of miles and intends to benefit the Quartet, how can you keep it in a small country?"

Sanzang was sweating profusely when he heard this, and scolded again and again: "Dead monkey, I want you to have a lot of trouble, how can Tang Sanzang dare to enjoy this big country with His Majesty, and he really tortures the poor monks." ”

Lian Shixun shook his head and laughed, and said refreshingly: "Why should the holy monk be too humble, with your great talent, it is indeed too condescending to be in our small country. Anyway, the widow will not be kept, but the country of Hala is a desert for thousands of miles to the west, the journey is treacherous, lack of food and water, and I hope that the holy monk will be careful and not be greedy for merit. Tang Sanzang couldn't help but nod his head when he heard this, prepared enough water and food, and waved goodbye to everyone.

Before leaving, in the face of the reluctant crowd, Tang Sanzang smiled and said: "Take care, I will come back to see you when I come back from the scriptures, I hope that by then, the country of Ha Yi will be fertile for thousands of miles, and the grains will be abundant." ”

Lian Shixun burst into tears when he heard this, and replied proudly: "Holy monk, don't worry, there will be such a day, and you will come back to see us when the time comes." ”

Tang Sanzang laughed heartily and said goodbye: "It must be." ”

On the West Heaven Road, the little white dragon Ao Bai asked as he walked: "Master, such an ending is really beyond my expectations, just like in a dream, I wonder if Qu Zhiguo will stop and shake hands with Hara Guo?"

Tang Sanzang laughed, waved the reins and said, "Dead Xiaobai, go your way, everyone in the world has the blessing of the world, why do you care so much?"

Ao Bai also laughed when he heard this, nodded and said no more, but the three masters and apprentices agreed that the future of the country of Hara was extremely bright.

In the past few years, Sai Mingzhu returned to Quzhi with his own flesh and blood, but was blocked by the old king at the head of the city and could not enter the city. After the young son immaturely called "grandpa", the white-haired old man's heart defense instantly collapsed, he didn't feel whimpering on the ground, cried loudly, and finally ordered the city gate to be opened to welcome the children and grandchildren who had been reunited for a long time.

A few years later, the aqueduct that traversed the 100-mile territory of the country was fully completed, and the surging stream water flowed into the heart hinterland of the country, irrigating the 10,000 acres of barren sandy land in the territory of the country. Since the heavy rain of that year, God seems to have been moved, and repeated heavy rains have poured this barren desert country, so that the people of the country of Hara are sure that after a hundred years, the country of Hara will become the land of fish and rice, as the holy monk said, this nation is very hopeful. So the people turned their eyes to the thousands of miles of desert in the distance, encroaching on the territory of the yellow sand inch by inch, because they firmly believed that the iron pestle could still be sharpened into a needle, let alone the desert that was close in front of them.

And the songs left by Tang Sanzang were sung by bards to all parts of the Western Regions, inspiring and creating the brilliant and far-reaching culture of the countries in the Western Regions.

A hundred years later, a green dragon descended from the sky and flew away with the forty thieves of the Desperate Ridge that year. Since then, this mysterious desert capital, the country of Hara, has faintly become a holy place in the hearts of the world to seek immortals, which is really a great creation.