"In the future, the three of us are willing to be pioneers of the holy monks, slaves and servants, repent of past mistakes, and if the holy monks have an order, go to the soup and go to the fire, and never give up!" Huli Daxian said, his eyes full of gratitude and sincerity.

Xuanzang waved his hand, and with the help of the power of the Chaos Bead, the Chaos Bead casually created a small bubble, which was a small thousand worlds, with mountains, continents, oceans and rivers.

He moved some of the creatures in the Pangu Hall into it, and then said to the three demons: "You three demons will temporarily live and cultivate in this small world in the future, and in your spare time, you can come out to help sort out this unformed Hongmeng world, how to reason, I will teach you ......."

After the Chaos Bead suffered the Great Tribulation of Opening the Heavens, the qi was chaotic, and there were many places that needed to be sorted out slowly, and now these three monsters came in, just to help him sort out some turbulence in the chaos.

"The cultivation of the three of you is too low, wait until you cultivate to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, the aura of that small world is quite abundant, enough for the cultivation needs of the two of you......"

"Thank you, Holy Monk!"

The three of them bowed again, their hearts were full of gratitude and reverence for Xuanzang, if it weren't for him, he would have been calculated to death, and he made up his mind that he must help the holy monk sort out this big world.

Xuanzang's figure flashed, and he disappeared into the Chaos Bead.

"Big brother, what is the origin of the holy monk, how could he have such a spiritual treasure, and he can evolve into the big world, it's unheard of!"

"Third brother, don't ask nonsense, the holy monk is not a figure we can speculate!"

"Okay, then let's go and cultivate, don't let down the expectations of the holy monk!"

......

The king lost three national teachers, and for a while he was filled with grief and indignation and wept bitterly, and the queen comforted him on the side: "Your Majesty, why be angry, it is heaven to win or lose the fight!"

"You, the old king, have become a daughter, those three national teachers are all goblins, and you have also seen their corpses, which are by no means human races!" Sun Wukong pouted and said.

A military general next to him drew his sword and stood up, "You monk An dare to spit out wild words and rush into the king!"

The king stopped weeping, and waved his hand to signal the general to stand down.

"Little master doesn't know, although the three national teachers are demon bodies, but in the past twenty years, they have really done great things for my Che Chi country, praying for rain to repel insects, dissolving plague and dispersing pills, the people are all grateful, except for treating monks and monks harshly, there is no big fault!" the king sighed, after learning that the three national teachers were goblins, he was not afraid.

Seeing this, Xuanzang nodded, it seems that this king is not as stupid as he said in the original book, and he also has a scale in his heart that can carry it clearly.

Zhu Bajie shook his head, enslaving the monks in this Xihe Niu Prefecture is really too long.

"Your Majesty, after changing Guan Wen, please release those enslaved monks!" Xuanzang stepped forward and pleaded.

The king put away his sadness, nodded, and agreed.

Xuanzang and his entourage left Che Chiguo and continued on the road.

......

But it is said that since the fall of the Dingguang Huanxi Buddha, its dojo has been dark, and the little monks who are responsible for cleaning it are all strange, how can their own Buddha not return for a long time?

The mortal female guests who were caught, and the male incense people with tender skin have already numbered in the tens of thousands, all of whom are raised in this dojo, waiting for the Buddha of Joy to come back and make up for it.

On this day, the Buddha was preaching his homework, but he felt that the luck in the sect had dropped sharply, and he pinched his fingers to calculate, but he couldn't get the result.

So he sent two Venerable Ananda and Kasa to investigate, and to this day, the two have come to the ashram of the Buddha of Dingguang Joy.

After sending several messages in succession and receiving no response, Ananda Kaye glanced at each other, thinking that the Buddha had retreated, so he went to another place to continue investigating the cause of the decline in luck.

Xuanzang and his party have been on the road for several months, and the weather has turned into late autumn.

By evening, the moon had risen in the west, and had come to a great river, and the calm waters were sprinkled with silver light.

There is a stone tablet on the shore, look carefully by the moonlight, there are three large characters on the tablet surface, two lines below, there are ten small characters. The three big characters are "Tongtian River", and the ten small characters are engraved with "Eight hundred miles of path, and few people have traveled in ancient times".

Xuanzang smashed his mouth, glanced back at Sun Wukong, and asked, "Wukong, do you know how to make that sweet and sour carp?"

Although Sun Wukong was curious about why the master suddenly asked this, he still nodded confidently.

"Well, that's great!"

The riverbank was slippery and steep, with many strange rocks blocking the way, and after collecting the RV, everyone walked along the riverbank.

"Boom!

The sound of drums and cymbals came from a village not far from the riverbank.

Zhu Bajie moved his ears and said, "Master, listen quickly, there is the sound of drums and cymbals? Let's go and eat some fast, rest for the night, find a boat house tomorrow, and go again. ”

Xuanzang nodded and drove his horse forward.

There was no good road from the riverbank to the village, only winding paths, paved with gravel and a mess of dead grass blocking the way. After the beach, not far away I saw a village, there are about four or five hundred households, the dwellings are excellent, the bamboo shadow spots in the high-walled compound, the firewood does not hide the black dog barking, leaning on the mountain road, the bank is near the river.

The lights are sparse, the people are quiet, and the moon in the air is like a hanging mirror.

There is a village at the head of the village, and a banner is erected outside the door, and there are lights and candles inside, and cigarette smoke comes out from the inside.

Xuanzang dismounted and stepped forward, buckled the door, and a voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

"The poor monk is a monk from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Soil, seeing that it was getting late, he heard the sound of drums and cymbals, and came to fast!" Xuanzang replied.

"Click!"

The sound of the deadbolt pulling came, and the door opened to reveal an old man dressed in white filial piety.

His face was vicissitudes, his eyes were slightly red, as if he had cried bitterly before, and his voice trembled a little: "It turned out to be a master from afar, please hurry up!"

His eyes wandered around, and he didn't dare to look at each other.

opened the door, put his body aside, and let Xuanzang and a few people enter.

Thanks to Zhu Bajie's transformation into a human form at this time, otherwise the black light would definitely scare mortals to death.

When I entered the door, I saw seven or eight men and women wearing filial piety clothes kneeling in front of a pair of seven or eight-year-old children, weeping bitterly, and three monks sitting next to a white banner and reciting scriptures.

The girl's bright eyes and teeth are quite delicate, but at this time her eyes are full of fear, and tears are like beads with broken threads and keep 'snapping' and falling to the ground.

On the other side, there was a seven or eight-year-old child, lying on the futon and already asleep, and he was a boy who was not stingy.

An old woman had fainted from crying and was sent to a nearby mourning house to rest.

Life and death, the scene looks very worrying.

"What is this?" asked Xuanzang knowingly, and his face showed a look of doubt at the right time.

The old man sighed and slammed the wall next to him, dripping his fist with blood.

"Pre-fasting!"

Bajie laughed and said: "Father-in-law has no eyesight, doesn't the monk's family know about fasting? There is only a pre-repair to send the library to fast, pre-repair to fill and return the fast, where is there a pre-repair of the dead fast? Your family has never died, why do you die? Isn't there someone who is terminally ill?"