"Okay, everything is ready, let's go meet that evil dragon, damn, I really want to take a good bath, look at my dirty body." Tang Sanzang turned over and got on the horse, made a posture that thought he was pulling the wind, raised his arms and shouted, and everyone behind him was excited when they heard the words, and responded in unison. Such an eager scene made Jiaomu Jiao unconsciously have such an illusion, as if Tang Sanzang had become the spiritual leader of everyone, and he was no longer indispensable.

At the forefront of the team, Tang Sanzang drove the white horse quite freely, and when he looked back, the robbers were faltering, and they were already far behind, and it seemed that the injury was really not light.

At this moment, the arrogance of the robbers has long disappeared, and it has been replaced by such a pitiful appearance, which makes the archmage stunned, and he can't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, if he is really in the rivers and lakes, he is used to seeing the wind and steering the rudder.

Seeing that everyone was walking slower and slower, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but be a little impatient, chattering endlessly complaining that Sun Wukong was too heavy: "Dead monkeys, you can just beat them down, why are you so black, look, if we go at this speed, when will we get to Eagle Sorrow?"

The monkey shrugged his shoulders when he heard that Lao Dadi was depressed, and explained with a face full of grievances: "Master, it's really sad that this bit of strength is quite heavy. My grandson only throws one and a half punches and kicks at a time, and at most he has a strength of only a hundred pounds, which cripples them? I said that with this ability, I dare to come out and be a robber, which is too underestimating the people of the world. ”

"If the monsters on the West Heaven Road are as weak as them, won't they suffocate my grandson to death? Alas, this is the gap between mortals and immortals, no matter how powerful a person is, in the eyes of the gods and Buddhas, he is only as small as an ant. In fact, in my opinion, the evil dragon is still weak, and only 400,000 will let 3,000 run, and if he wants to replace it with my grandson, he will kill another 400,000. ”

As soon as the words came out, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but shudder, and his heart was full of emotion, damn it, this is the world of Journey to the West, it is really cruel and chilling. In such a world, power is equated with power, the source of all evil, leading to killing and devastation. As long as you are strong enough, you can completely control the life and death of others, do everything, and be lawless. In this regard, Sun Wukong is a pretty perfect example, after he made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, his status became more respectful, no matter the cow, the ghost, the snake and the god, when they meet, they must give three points, such a proof of strength really makes people feel ridiculous, but it is so real.

This is a world where strength is honored, a world of heroes, a world of the strong, where the strong create everything and rule everything. But every strong person can't help but feel worried in his heart, and he can't really be at ease, because the relationship between the strong is dialectical and relative. The so-called mountains outside the mountains, there are people outside the people, even if they are as strong as the Buddha, it is difficult to sit firmly on the throne of the first place in the Three Realms, because the Dharma is boundless, there will be an end to it, and it is difficult to guarantee that one day there will not be a stronger person than him, who will still rule him and enslave him, and being in such a world is really insecure.

Thinking of this, the archmage shook his head helplessly, but I am just a scholar, I have no power to restrain the chicken, and I only have that little bit of wisdom, and there may be some hope for unifying the troubled times, and I am really powerless to go to such a world. It's miserable, I also promised Manjushri to go to the west to learn scriptures, and really push myself to the cusp, it seems that this road is destined to become the focus of attention of all demons, and it may become someone else's plate at any time, so why bother?

Just thinking about it, the corner of Sanzang's eyes swept to see Sun Wukong, who was hurrying at the moment, and couldn't help but light up in his eyes, and suddenly brightened, haha, Lao Tzu's thoughts are too pessimistic, don't we have such a powerful combat force as Monkey King around us, behind me, there are such strong forces as the Western Holy Realm and Heavenly Court to support me, coupled with this mage's understanding of "Journey to the West" and the wisdom beyond the world, I believe that it is enough to turn evil into good fortune and be proud of the Three Realms. Okay, if you come, you will be safe, just let go of what you are looking for.

However, everything in front of him also made Tang Sanzang feel a headache, these stinky bandits were really going slower and slower, and if they continued at this speed, it was estimated that it would be a few months before Eagle Sorrow. In this regard, the archmage was deeply depressed, these guys really said one thing and did another, obviously shouting that they wanted to go into the water to catch the dragon, but they started sabotaging at this juncture, and it was clearly a serious distrust of the strength of the Sanzang Legion, which was really unbearable.

The problem was laid out in front of him so nakedly, Tang Sanzang pondered and meditated, trying to find a way to boost morale. But how to do it is really a difficult problem. Suddenly, the archmage's eyes lit up, and he played a horse-head piano with his hand, and sang leisurely:

"Who moved my strings and called me to the window/Flowing water floating boat, you are on the other side of the night/Who leans on my pillow and dreams of the full moon at night/I think that we can only be butterflies on both sides/Who makes you and I quiet like the moon/I can only meditate in my heart/The swallow under the eaves flies to your side for me......"

"Who moved my string / The lake that will be crossed / It's hard to predict the depth of the future / Who made you move my string / This time over and over again / Woke up the figure lonely embedded in the night ......"

Tang Sanzang sang with a trembling heart, and sighed secretly, damn, this voice is really refreshing, the beads are smooth, and the words are beady; It seems that Xuanzang is really born to be a monk, such a good condition is definitely the result of years of uninterrupted chanting of the Buddha and chanting scriptures, just this perseverance is worthy of our admiration.

Tang Sanzang began to re-examine the losses caused by Xuanzang's death, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, just with Xuanzang's talent in singing, it was enough to be a king in the music world in my time, and it was a pity that he died like this. It is a great fortune for me to be alive, and it is really commendable that Xuanzang left such a precious wealth for me. Such thoughts turned a thousand times in my heart, making the archmage full of pride, angry and dry, looking at the world, what are those unpredictable tribulations? Xuanzang, I, Tang Sanzang, swear by the heavens, I will definitely take your share and use my wisdom to live well.

This song "Who Moved My Strings" has incisive words and far-reaching artistic conception, coupled with Xuanzang's graceful and tactful singing voice, it is like a wonderful sound of a fairy mountain, touching people's hearts, and it can't go around the ears. Bathed in such a beautiful song, the robbers stopped and stood still, listened attentively, and listened to them one by one as if they were fascinated and sighed.

Everyone was originally worried because they were afraid of the evil dragon, but when they heard such a wonderful song, they suddenly felt the spring breeze blowing on their faces, and they were content, and they had already left all the troubles and sorrows in their hearts behind, and looked at each other and smiled with a relaxed face.

Sun Wukong listened to it with joy, he didn't feel that he was rising into the air, dancing and flying with the twists and turns of the song, and everyone on the ground was stunned and sighed.

Some shrewd robbers exchanged glances with each other, and they realized more and more that this monkey was extraordinary, and he dared to claim the title of Monkey King, and he should have the strength to fight with the evil dragon, not to mention that there was also the boss who had just recovered his divine power, two to fight one, it seemed that the chances of winning were greater?

Sun Wukong landed freely and bowed to Sanzang: "Master, my grandson has traveled all over the world since he was a child, and he also boasts of being knowledgeable, and it is not strange to see it, but today I know that it turns out that singing can also be used to boost morale, which is really eye-opening." ”

Jiaomu Jiao nodded, and said busily: "Yes, I think I have served in the Heavenly Court for many years, and I have heard countless wonderful songs of fairy music, but I have never heard such a gripping song, nor is it as fascinating as the master sings. ”

Tang Sanzang had a humble and tranquil smile on his face, waving his hands and not daring to say it, in fact, his heart had already blossomed, hum, this is the benefit of modern people in ancient times, and the wealth of experience in all aspects is by no means what you can imagine. This benefit is also the only advantage for this mage to survive in this cruel world, although our combat power is not good, but the magic is that the mind is developed, the experience is rich, and the smile is proud of the westward journey is all about this ability. However, the leisure methods of your ancient people are really pitiful, and this mage sings a song casually, and he will excite you like this, and he wants to toss you more powerfully, and he will not scare you to death, haha, hahaha.

Tang Sanzang's face was full of pride, he slapped his horse forward, and waved his hand while singing, signaling everyone to speed up and keep up with him. At this moment, everyone's hearts were completely knotted, and they suddenly opened up, shouting in unison and following behind. They are already strong and strong, which will be unhindered, more energetic, high-spirited, at the moment only feel the wind on the soles of their feet, walking like flying, and the speed of the white horse is overtaking in an all-round way.