Fahai does not take the main road, and specially selects secluded trails deep in the mountains and wild forests...

"You horse, your foot strength is not as good as that of a poor monk." Fahai led the horse, seeing that the horse was out of breath and had difficulty lifting his hooves, he couldn't help but laugh: "In this way, how can you hum a poor monk to the western sky?" ”

This white horse was given by the Tang King, and in the mundane, it can also be called a thousand-mile horse.

But following Master Sanzang to break into the world of demons and immortals, I am afraid that I will lose my life in vain.

"Let's go back."

Fahai took off the salute and patted the white horse's buttocks: "If you meet a monster with high mana, the poor monk may not be able to protect you." ”

Ma Er is quite spiritual, as if he understood Fahai's words, rubbed a few times beside Fahai, snorted a few times, turned around three times in one step, and went to the Datang realm.

Between the mountains, there is no half of the household.

I took some wild fruits at random to quench my hunger and thirst, and it was also a practice along the way, one to exercise my will, and the other to temper my body by the way.

Master Sanzang's body seems to be weak, but it is not.

The monk is carrying the Dharma, and he can induce the aura of heaven and earth to pour into the body, and hide the essence of qi and blood, but he doesn't know how to mobilize it, and now Fahai runs it one by one, not for anything else... It is precisely for the purpose of cultivating a golden body of Arhat.

Fahai is not arrogant, thinking about it carefully, a thousand-year-old demon like Bai Suzhen has such a way, and it is quite exhaustive to deal with it himself, if he encounters those 10,000-year-old demon kings, with only this "ordinary" body at the moment, I am afraid that there will be more than one luck.

Fortunately, Guanyin Bodhisattva gave the two Buddhist holy weapons, the brocade robe and the nine-ring tin staff, otherwise Fahai would have to find a place to cultivate a body of heavenly mana before he was willing to leave.

The aura of this world is lush, and Fahai consciously cultivates for thousands of miles a day, getting twice the result with half the effort.

As he was walking, a gust of wind suddenly struck, and he saw a fierce tiger standing on the mountain rock in front of him, but a few long snakes snaked out of nowhere behind him, and there was no way out of the left and right.

There were many poisonous insects and beasts along the way, and Fahai was not afraid of Ling Ran, but he inevitably thought in his heart: On such a dangerous road, how can a mortal like Master Sanzang walk? Not to mention all kinds of disasters along the way.

When he was thinking about whether to show weakness and see if he could bring out the hidden immortals left and right, the tiger had already pounced on him.

"What a beast."

The "General Yin" of the previous mountain is not Fahai's opponent, let alone the wild tiger in this mountain?

Before the mountain king had time to attack the ferocity, he felt that his waist sank and his lower abdomen tightened... Then Guan Hai didn't know when he had ridden on it, and his head was a slap: "The poor monk is lacking leg strength." ”

This big coercion goes down, even if he is the king of beasts, he has turned into a delicate and cute pet.

"The master is so handsome!"

At this time, I saw a hunter, holding a steel fork in the forest, and cooking a few long snakes in two or three clicks.

Fahai looked at it carefully, and secretly exclaimed in his heart: this person is really extraordinary, seemingly ordinary, but he is full of immortal energy, but he doesn't know where he is sacred.

This person should have performed the method of concealment, not as unobstructed as Tai Bai Xing, and now that his mana is no longer at its peak, he can't see his origin for a while.

I think it should be the "savior" of this catastrophe on the way west, right?

The Orion packed up the serpent, stepped forward, and asked curiously, "Why is the master walking alone among the mountains?" ”

"Amitabha." Fahai pressed the big cat's neck with a Zen stick in one hand, and held the Buddha in the other, "The poor monk Tang Sanzang, on the order of the King of Tang, went to the West Heaven to seek the true scriptures... I haven't thanked the donor for his help. ”

"The master has the power to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, how can the snakes and insects in the mountains and mountains hurt the master?" Orion smiled: "I am originally a hunter in this mountain, my surname is Liu Boqin, and my nickname is Zhenshan Taibao. Now that I have met a master, it is also fate. It's getting late today, why don't you go to the cold house to rest and stay, and then stop tomorrow and start your journey? ”

"The poor monk is nagging."

To have a place to rest is naturally stronger than sleeping in the open.

After all, it is still under the rule of the Tang Dynasty, and it is not so easy to seduce some Daoist spirits.

Although it is a human world, there are also hidden dragons and crouching tigers, some people seem to be just civil officials on the surface, but secretly they are part-time dragon executioners...

The little demon in the previous mountain was probably arranged in advance, and this Liu Boqin was probably also in the know, otherwise he would not have let those mountain goblins stay until now.

Riding a big cat all the way, I followed Liu Boqin through a zigzag hillside and saw a mountain villa.

The so-called towering ancient trees, the barren vines. Thousands of winds and dust are cold, and the weather of thousands of cliffs is strange. A path of wildflowers is fragrant, and several bamboo sticks are green. The grass gate tower, the fence yard, can be depicted; The stone slab bridge, the white clay wall, the real joy is really rare. Autumn is gloomy, and the air is lonely and high. The yellow leaves fall on the road, and the white clouds float on the ridge. The mountain birds in the sparse forest are deafening, and the fine dogs outside the village gate are loud.

It's a truly extraordinary place.

Fahai sighed secretly in his heart, Datang really hides the dragon and crouching tiger.

"Where are the little ones?" In front of the door, the Taibao snorted, and saw three or four servants walking out, all of them were strange and evil-looking, showing a wild momentum.

At this moment, they were all curiously looking at the elder riding the big tiger, and they all admired.

Fahai turned over and got off the tiger, silently recited a few tricks, and then a Buddhist handprint was pressed in its seal hall, and the big cat became more docile and well-behaved, and went to lie on the side of the wall of the villa.

"Are there women, children, old and young in the family of a strong man?" Fahedo asked.

"There are old ladies in the hall, and there are children playing."

"That's not going to be careless." Fahai inserted the nine-ring tin staff into the side of the big cat and said, "Please also ask the strong man to borrow a strong rope." ”

"Go." Taibao gave the little guy in front of him a look, and the little guy walked quickly to the villa, shouting as he ran: "An elder captured a colorful tiger..."

Instantly caused the villa to shake, and some fearless little dolls ran out to watch, causing the mother to worry and scold.

"It's okay to do that." Liu Boqin said with a smile: "I often go to the mountains to hunt tigers for food, but all the dead tigers that I usually drag are here, but now let them see the truth, but it can also increase their courage." ”

Liu Boqin set up a banquet, because the monks did not eat meat, it was Liu's mother who made some vegetarian food to entertain the monks.

Fahai saw that a few little dolls were clever and well-behaved, and he did not hesitate to pass on a set of Arhat Fuhu Boxing, which attracted another thanks.

It's night.

Fahai and Liu Boqin sat opposite each other in the courtyard of the villa.

"The tenth reincarnation of Master Wu Dao should be a mortal, but he never thought that he would awaken the true spirit." Suddenly, a silver light fell into Liu Boqin's body, and he saw him arch his hand and smiled: "Master, it's been a long time." ”

Liu Boqin's voice fell, but he performed a change, and he actually changed his appearance, dressed in white, with a folding fan in his hand, and his temperament was outstanding.

Fahai was stunned for a moment, and raised his vigilance: "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

He really didn't know this person, and he slowly calculated in his heart: listening to his words, I am afraid that it is the old acquaintance of the old man of the golden cicada thousands of years ago, but he doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend.

Liu Boqin seemed a little surprised when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "Since the master has such a cultivation, why should he pretend not to know the old people? Jin Chanzi, do you really not know Yang Jian and Yang Erlang? ”

Hiss –

Although he doesn't know people, but the name of "Yang Jian Yang Erlang", I'm afraid there is only one in the Three Realms, and there is no other semicolon, how can he not know?

Could it be that Jin Chanzi and this Yang Erlang still had a past thousands of years ago?

"Your Excellency, isn't it Erlang Zhenjun of Guan Jiangkou?" Knowingly, I asked what it was, and I didn't wait for the other party to reply, so I continued: "The poor monk's family name is Chen, he has been a monk in Jinshan Temple since he was a child, known as Jiangliu Monk, and then took the legal name Xuanzang, and then, he was given the name Tang Sanzang by the Tang King, but there has never been a golden cicada's name... Now he is on the order of the King of Tang to go to the West Heaven to seek the true scriptures. Did Zhenjun recognize the wrong person? ”