After dealing with this monster of unknown origin, Tang Sanzang used a cigarette to exchange opinions with the three brothers of Huli Daxian cordially.

The two sides conducted in-depth exchanges and discussions on some acute issues, and were finally moved by Tang Sanzang's sincerity and reached a consensus.

Seeing that the three brothers of Huli Daxian were so sensible, Tang Sanzang was relieved to put down Gatling, who had almost hit the door of Huli Daxian's head, and gestured to the apprentices.

So Sun Wukong withdrew the golden hoop stick on the head of Yangli Daxian, Zhu Bajie took back the nine-tooth nail rake on Luli Daxian's neck, and Sha Wujing also filled back the half-dug burial pit.

Everyone laughed kindly, and finally the host and guest were happy and said goodbye.

"Holy monk, come and play often!"

Looking at the back of Tang Sanzang's master and apprentice shrunk into a small dot in the distance, Huli Daxian shouted affectionately.

No response.

He kept waving his hands until their master and apprentice disappeared from the horizon.

Huli Daxian smacked thick phlegm on the ground and stepped on it, "This deal can't be done!" ”

"Big brother, big brother, where are you going?"

The two junior disciples saw Huli Daxian turn around and leave, and hurriedly followed.

Soon after, Che Chiguo spread the news that the three national teachers had returned to hiding due to illness.

No matter how hard the old monarch tried to keep them, there was no way to change the three of them.

……

Of course, this news Tang Sanzang's master and apprentice definitely didn't know.

They have embarked on a new journey.

As an excellent learner, Tang Sanzang knew that he was not a returnee, but just a passerby.

The passers-by moved on.

The scenery along the way is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are almost no people and no monsters.

It was so bland that Tang Sanzang almost thought it was a boring outing.

This feeling of boredom cannot be completely alleviated by smoking, drinking, and playing poker.

Only a hearty BBQ can make him feel better.

It's just that this BBQ can't last long.

It's easy to get angry, not to mention, and it's easy to be constipated.

Especially in this world, there is no convenient and comfortable toilet paper invented at all, and people just grab a bunch of grass blades to make do.

Well, the trouble is this random cluster of grass leaves.

At this time, Tang Sanzang sat crookedly on the back of the dragon horse, and he was out of shape.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that this hall is burning so hot that he can't touch the saddle.

"Dead monkey! How long will it take? ”

"Master, let's cross the river in front of us, and there will be people!"

Sun Wukong had a bitter face and replied cautiously.

Tang Sanzang's temperament has changed greatly these days, and he will be furious at the slightest trivial matter.

Zhu Bajie watches the dishes and eats, a typical human spirit.

Sha Wujing is honest and honest, and the three sticks can't make a fart.

These two apprentices didn't give Tang Sanzang a chance to get angry at all.

As a result, the stupid and low EQ Monkey King became the best punching bag.

God knows how many inexplicable scoldings he has received along the way, especially when he scolds, he can't talk back.

It's stiff.

This torment is finally coming to an end.

After crossing the river, there are signs of human activity.

If there are people, it means that there is a pharmacy!

There is a pharmacy, which can naturally relieve Tang Sanzang's physiological discomfort.

In the end, the chance of Sun Wukong being scolded will naturally be greatly reduced because of Tang Sanzang's mood gradually getting better.

So, more than anyone else, he desperately wanted to hurry.

After half a day's work.

The four of them stood on the bank of the river.

"As long as you can cross the river...... Right? ”

"Yes, that's right, Master."

"Dead monkey, you call this a river?!" Tang Sanzang's voice suddenly raised by eight scales, "This is a!" Is your river so wide? I can't see the border on the other side clearly! ”

Zhu Bajie's eyes were sharp, and he saw something blocked by grass not far away, and ran over to check it.

"Master, there's a stone tablet here!"

"Well, what's written?"

Tang Sanzang leaned up, "Tongtian River? ”

He was a little surprised, and said to himself, could this be the next dungeon?

The more I look at it, the more I think it's possible.

Nine times out of ten, this stone tablet is the key to triggering the dungeon.

Tang Sanzang swallowed his saliva and reached out to pat the stone stele.

Nothing happened.

Could it be that the force is too small, so there is no response?

With this thought, Tang Sanzang patted the stele hard again.

Still nothing has changed.

Very good!

That's not the point of replicas.

"This stele is ruined!"

Tang Sanzang looked disdainful, touched a cigarette, and before he could light it, he heard an ethereal singing voice in the distance.

Where does the singing come from in these barren mountains and mountains?

Nine times out of ten, youkai came to the door.

It just so happened that Tang Sanzang was in a bad mood now, and it was also excellent to have a monster to relieve his boredom.

"Monkey!"

"In!"

"Let's see, what's going on."

"Order!"

Sun Wukong simply responded neatly, stepped on the somersault cloud and flew over.

Going to fight with monsters was far more comfortable than staying by Tang Sanzang's side at this time.

After a blink of an eye, Sun Wukong came to the place where the voice of Fang had just sang.

It turned out that just a few fishermen were drying their nets and singing, so there was no way to move their muscles and bones...... It's a little embarrassing.

But there is also good news, since there are people, there must be doctors!

At least barefoot doctors, there should be...... Probably.

Rekindled his hope for life, Sun Wukong returned to Tang Sanzang's side with brisk steps.

"You mean, you found a small fishing village?"

Sun Wukong nodded violently.

"It's really yours, Wukong, quick! Lead the way! ”

Tang Sanzang's expression suddenly became much more amiable, and he gently patted Sun Wukong's shoulder and said with a smile.

After getting used to the life of being scolded at every turn, he was suddenly praised one day.

Sun Wukong was suddenly moved to a sour nose, moved, and tears flowed down.

Well, old Stockholm syndrome sufferer.

After touching about a meal, the four masters and apprentices came to the small fishing village that Sun Wukong said.

This place is much more than a small fishing village!

The name of this place is Chenjiazhuang, and the residents of Zhuangzi are all surnamed Chen.

The residents who live here are half-farming and half-fishing, and their lives are also enjoyable.

Tang Sanzang's master and apprentice walked into this Zhuangzi very smoothly.

Everyone's attitude towards the monks is still very friendly, especially a monk like Tang Sanzang, who is white-skinned and beautiful, and has kind eyebrows.

"This is the ancestral hall of our village, and there are usually no people. Elder, you and your disciples can rest here. ”

"Amitabha, thank you, old man!"

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and bowed with a smile, "Old man, the poor monk still has something to ask for." ”

"Elder, please say, as long as the old body can do it, I will never refuse."

"Old man, is there a doctor in your village?"

"Yes, the old body is!"

Tang Sanzang's face was happy, "Old man, help the poor monk take a look!" ”

After speaking, he turned his back, lifted the back hem of his robe, squatted down, and showed a big white buttocks!

The old man sat on the ground in shock, and said in a lost voice: "Holy monk, holy monk, please respect yourself, old man, I am seventy and seven!" ”