Explosions continued to occur all around, and the shock waves kept hitting the surrounding stone walls, and the mountain shook in the violent explosion.

When the mountain people in the nearby villages heard the tremors, they all knelt on the ground, thinking that the demon god was angry again.

Xuanzang and the others were in the center of the explosion, but they looked a little bored.

"Hey, huh, that's all there is to it?" Xuanzang's voice came through the sound of an explosion.

The three-foot monster was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt bad, stopped the self-explosion of the flying goblin, the smoke and fog dissipated, and found that Xuanzang and the others were standing there safe and sound, and even Zhu Bajie began to eat melon seeds boredly.

Xiong Likui blew a breath, then wiped his hands and hummed: "Master, this monster doesn't look delicious, it's better to melt as soon as possible, let's get on the road quickly!"

The three-foot demon finally realized that something was wrong, and he wanted to run away with a scream, but the cave was too small, the passage was narrow, and the terrain became his constraint.

Just about to fly over Xuanzang's head, he was hugged by Zhu Bajie's rake, and nine blood holes appeared on his body, gushing outward with blood.

"You ......"

The divine light in the eyes of the three-foot monster gradually dissipated, and he was directly killed by Zhu Bajie.

Xuanzang raised his hand to take pictures of the corpse and sold it directly to the chat group mall, and the ink-colored little bell was left behind, and after playing for a while, he threw it to Zhu Bajie.

"Since you killed the monster, this thing is yours!"

Zhu Bajie took the little bell, showed a look of joy on his face, and directly carried it into his arms, and was the first to go out of the cave with a nine-tooth nail rake, looking overjoyed.

Xuanzang probed into the cave and found an evil blood-colored altar, and directly smashed it with one punch, and several wisps of strange aura dissipated in midair.

The remaining flying goblins in the cave also seemed to have lost their souls, falling directly from mid-air and piling up on the ground, and the goblins in the mountains and forests in the distance who did not have time to return to the cave also fell to death as if they had lost their souls.

A few people went out of the cave, Xuanzang used a fire spell, and the cave was burned through, and the mountain collapsed partially due to the high temperature, and the cave was covered by the soil and rocks above.

The three-foot demon temples in dozens of nearby villages suddenly exploded, and the idols in them turned into powder, and the necks of the gods in each village with extremely long necks also returned to normal.

Wang Laosan was kneeling on the ground in the direction of worshiping the three-foot demon god, when he suddenly heard a sound behind him, turned his head and saw that it was Wang Xiaoming who got out of bed, and his neck miraculously returned to its normal length.

"Dad, my neck is fine, maybe...... There is no need to worship the gods!" Although Wang Xiaoming's face was still pale, the demonic energy attached to his body had dissipated, and his ears had returned to their normal color.

Wang Laosan's face showed a look of great joy, "Could it be that the mage is really in addition to the demon god?"

At this time, there was the sound of gongs and drums beating outside the door, and when I went out, everyone took off the scarves around their necks.

"The three-foot demon god was finally killed by the masters, its temple exploded by itself, and Lao Li Qi also found the body of the flying goblin in the forest!"

"Ahaha, it must be a passing immortal, it's really good!"

"My goats can eat their own now!"

"My poor grandson can finally look back......"

......

It was lively outside, everyone was oppressed for a long time, and once they were freed, the grievances in their hearts were released at this moment.

Wang Laosan's eyes were moist, and he seriously bowed to the west three times.

"What a holy monk......

Since then, dozens of villages near Huagaogou have added a local festival called 'Towel Festival'.

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After walking for a long time out of the mountains and forests, the RV had a place to use, and the four masters and apprentices got on the RV again to visit the scenery on the westbound road.

After getting on the road, the speed of the road became faster, and after a few days, after walking through a birch forest, I suddenly saw a high mountain in front of me blocking the way.

If you ask how high the mountain is, you can't see the top of the mountain when you look up from the birch forest dozens of miles away, and the mountain is straight into the sky, and through the gap between the clouds and mist, you can vaguely see the strange peaks rising in the clouds.

When you get closer, you will see the mountain flowers and green trees, the white ape is not afraid of people, the white deer walks among the mountains; sometimes there are white cranes singing to the sun, occasionally looking back, flying up and playing in the clouds in three or two. Spotted bamboo, green locust, green pine each gathered into a forest, contrasting with each other, like old friends in the mountains, the breeze blows, beckoning to each other.

"It's really a blessed land of Immortal Mountain, and there must be a cultivator who is here to cultivate!" Xiong Likui couldn't help but praise, and wanted to open his mouth to compose a poem, but found that some words were poor.

The famous quatrain was stuck in his throat, Xiong Likui shook his head and shook his head for a long time, but he didn't come up with a good word.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he pretended to be thirsty, grabbed a can of Snowflake Coke, took a big sip of the cow, and then burped heavily.

Going forward is the mountain road, a few people got off the RV, walked forward, approached and found a stone tablet, there are three words of ancient seal on it, called "Wanshou Mountain".

Xuanzang was surprised, it turned out that he came to the vicinity of Wuzhuang Temple, this time he didn't say hello, I don't know if the town Yuanzi is not at home, whether he still went to Yuan Shi Tianzun to discuss the Tao like the original book.

Walking along the mountain road, I saw a magnificent Guanyu sitting on the mountain, thinking of the ginseng fruit, Xuanzang couldn't help but stir his throat.

I don't know what the legendary ginseng fruit tastes like, it should be better than ordinary fairy fruit!

Driving the horse forward, several apprentices followed.

There are several floors of pavilions in Guanyu, and the matsutake mushrooms are clustered, which can be seen from outside the wall, and then you can see that it is not real, there should be some formation to block it.

There is a plaque hanging above the gate of Guanyu, with three big characters of "Wuzhuang View" written on it, and there is a pair of couplets on the doorpost on the side: "Immortal Immortal Mansion, and the day with the longevity of the Taoist family." ”

Sun Wukong sneered: "This Taoist priest has such a big breath, when my old grandson made trouble in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago, I never saw such a thing at the head of the Taishang Laojun Sect!"

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense here, in case there is really a master inside, it's not good to be abrupt!" Zhu Bajie hurriedly persuaded, his little eyes showing a thoughtful look.

Xiong Likui stepped forward, buckled the door knocker, and made a "clumsy" muffled sound.

After a while, a Taoist boy came out of it, wearing a Taoist uniform that was blowing in the fog and wind, obviously a boy, but with a bun on the top, and his facial features were delicate and his body had a fairy spirit.

"Who are you, come to my Wuzhuang Temple, do you have a post?" Dao Tong asked, looking up with a deep pride in his eyes.

Xuanzang smiled and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk Xuanzang, is a monk from the Tang Dynasty who went to the West to learn scriptures, and when he saw that there was a fairy mountain and a Taoist temple, he wanted to go in and spend a night, and by the way, visit the lord of Guiguan!"

"My Lord is the ancestor of the earth immortals, not everyone has seen it, you can't go in without a prayer!" Dao Tong explained lightly.

At this moment, a voice reached Dao Tong's ears, "Mingyue, that's an old friend of this seat, let him in quickly, don't be rude!"

Guanzhong Zhen Yuanzi made a calculation, his eyes were suspicious, and he muttered: "It stands to reason that the time has not yet arrived, there are unexpectedly variables, I don't know if what the Buddha Sect said can be counted!"

Dao Tong listened to the transmission, and his face suddenly became enthusiastic: "It turns out that an old friend is visiting, the elders please come in quickly!"

"Master, do you know them as the Lord?" asked Sun Wukong curiously.

Xuanzang shook his head, just smiled silently, and got off the horse and went first.

When a few people entered the Guanyu, they found that there was a cave inside, and the space was far larger than what could be seen from the outside world.

Pavilions and pavilions, stone bridges with curved water, colorful waterfalls rush green bamboo, and fine willows are inserted on the bank.

In the center is a solemn attic with black tiles and white walls, and the word "heaven and earth" hangs in the center.

Before he could enter the door, he heard a Taoist boy shouting in front of the door, "Master Dongtu has arrived!"

As soon as I entered, I saw a middle-aged Taoist priest get up from his seat and perform a Taoist etiquette, "I've seen the holy monk!"

Zhen Yuanzi Daxian's dress looks very unconventional: he wears a purple and gold crown and a worry-free crane. Under his feet are shoes woven of black gold, and green silk is tied around his waist. With a childish face and three long whiskers, Danfeng's eyes flashed brightly, and he felt unfathomable when he looked at it.

"Lost sight! Lost sight! I have seen this old immortal!" Xuanzang also returned the salute, not knowing why this Zhen Yuanzi was so polite, thinking that it was because of the friendship of serving tea at the Bon Festival.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi, Xuanzang knew that he should have come early, and the brief post of Yuan Shi Tianzun had not yet arrived, so Zhen Yuanzi did not go to the Shangqing Tianmiluo Palace to listen to the mixed Yuan Dao fruit.

Zhen Yuanzi beckoned everyone to sit down, stroked his palms and praised: "The holy monk has worked tirelessly, seeking the opportunity for enlightenment of the world, and traveling 108,000 miles in the flesh, which is really a great merit!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just walking, as a sightseeing, fortunately there are three apprentices to protect, but there is no difficulty and danger, think about it, it is very interesting......" Xuanzang told his true feelings.

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, the secret path is really a good and free monk, and his heart is excellent, such a difficult way to learn the scriptures is actually said to be as casual as sightseeing, it is really extraordinary!

"Qingfeng Mingyue, go get four ginseng fruits and give them to a few elders to enjoy!"

"Yes, Lord!"

Xiong Likui had never heard of ginseng fruit, but he was not good at asking, but Sun Wukong was not so taboo, and asked directly: "Old immortal, what is this ginseng fruit?"

Xuanzang also made a look of curiosity, waiting for Zhen Yuanzi to explain.

In fact, he came for the fruit, but on the surface, he still had to pretend.

"There is an innate spiritual root in my view, which is the beginning of chaos, the beginning of Hongmeng, and the birth of this ginseng fruit tree before the heaven and earth are opened. The fruit of the fruit tree is called ginseng fruit, also known as grass and pill, which blooms every 3,000 years, bears fruit every 3,000 years, and is ripe for another 3,000 years, and has to be eaten for 10,000 years. ”

"It seems that in these ten thousand years, only thirty fruits have been produced. The appearance of the ginseng fruit is similar to that of a child who is not yet full of three dynasties, with all four limbs and salty facial features. If a man is destined to get a smell of that fruit, he will live three hundred and sixty years, and if he eats one, he will live forty-seven thousand years. ”

After Zhen Yuanzi finished speaking, Xiong Likui was directly shocked, "This kind of immortal fruit is simply a thing of creation!"

"Harm, it's still a little worse than the nine-thousand-year-old peach that my grandson ate back then, but it should have a fresh taste!" Although Sun Wukong had disdain on his face, he was vaguely looking forward to it.

Although the 9,000-year-old purple-veined peach is good, since this ginseng fruit only matures after 10,000 years, it must have its extraordinary effect.