Two Realms Mountain, in the middle of the dense forest.

The old monk sat cross-legged under the tree, dressed in wind and frost, but his face was extremely peaceful.

From time to time, the roar of wild beasts echoed in the empty forest, and it seemed very infiltrating.

But the old monk's eyelids never lifted.

"This monk won't die, will he?" A voice came out of the ground.

This sound that came out of thin air startled the old monk, and he saw him quickly swept aside with a skill that was very inconsistent with his old body, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

As the ground burst into chrysalis, a man came out of the dirt with a disgraced face.

Looking at the height, it shouldn't be the legendary land lord.

The old monk folded his hands and asked in a low voice, "Is the donor a human or a ghost?" ”

"Nature is human!"

The man patted the dirt on his body as he looked at the old monk and slowly frowned.

"Monk, are you rich?"

The old monk told the truth: "The poor monk is a monk, and he does not carry those mundane things with him. ”

The man sighed and said, "Unlucky, I finally opened a shop, but I met a poor monk." ”

The old monk heard that this person was most likely the legendary bandit.

What happens if the thieves can't rob the money?

Kidnap? Extinguish?

The old monk complained bitterly, he had just come out of the tiger's den, and fell into the wolf's den.

The desire for life drove the old monk to make a final struggle.

"Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, as the so-called sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

The man laughed for some reason, bitterly.

"I also want to turn back, but unfortunately I can't go back, put down the butcher knife, where did I get the knife?"

The old monk observed that there was no killing intent on this person, and saw that although this person was unkempt, his facial features were upright, and he was still knowledgeable, and half of his hanging heart was put down.

"Poor monk Xuanzang, from the Tang Dynasty in the East ......"

"Stop!"

The man's expression management failed in an instant, and he couldn't cry or laugh.

"Are you Xuanzang?"

The old monk was slightly stunned: "Exactly." ”

The man raised his head to the sky and shouted, crying or laughing, and ran away along the mountain road.

"Oh my God, it's finally here, woo woo woo ......"

This person's name is Chen San, and he is a traverser.

When he first came to this world, the system told him that this was the Journey to the West, and Chen San was excited for a long time.

This story can be said to be familiar and can not be more familiar, properly known in advance for 500 years and then known for 500 years.

But after a long time, Chen San found that things didn't seem to be quite right.

According to the instructions of the system, Chen San waited in the Two Realms Mountain to meet Tang Seng to activate the main quest, but this wait was dozens of years, and the nearby land and mountain gods had already rotated two waves.

But I didn't even see Tang Seng's shadow.

The reason why Chen San can still maintain the appearance when he first crossed over is that he relied on the sign-in value saved by diligence and thrift in exchange for a few inferior pills.

【Ding! The host has successfully signed in, the sign-in location: Liangjie Mountain, and the sign-in reward: Escape Technique. 】

[Check-in value +10]

【Ding! If the host checks in successfully and checks in repeatedly, no rewards will be issued this time. 】

【Ding! If the host checks in successfully and checks in repeatedly, no rewards will be issued this time. 】

......

Chen San just kept getting stuck.

From the thirteenth year of Zhenguan to settle in the Two Realms Mountain, and then to a hurried person a few days ago, it is now the first year of civilization outside.

The emperor has changed two waves......

Thinking of this, Chen San suddenly became excited.

It's not scientific!

Why did Tang Seng come to the Two Realms Mountain at such an age?

Although he is a scumbag, he also vaguely knows that there is at least forty or fifty years between the first year of civilization and the thirteenth year of Zhenguan.

The age of the old monk is reasonable.

But it still felt like something was wrong.

Chen San calmed down and turned back to the place where he met the old monk, wanting to confirm the identity of the other party.

The old monk had not yet left, and when he saw Chen San who had gone and returned, his expression suddenly froze.

"The donor repented? Is this to kill the poor monks? ”

Chen San stared at the old monk, observing his every subtle expression: "Where is your white horse?" ”

The old monk was stunned: "What white horse?" A poor monk is a monk, and he practices asceticism, so what do you want a horse to do? ”

Chen San snorted coldly, his eyes full of murder.

You old liar!

Even the white horse doesn't know, and he dares to pretend to be Tang Seng?

Chen San's decades of suppressed accumulation gathered on his fists, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the old monk with his fists.

The old monk sat down on the ground and closed his eyes in fright.

Chen San's fist also stopped in mid-air.

【Ding! The host and Xuanzang successfully rendezvous, the main quest is opened, and the opening reward: rare two-seater car, sign-in value +10. 】

[Main quest: Escort Xuanzang westward. 】

True...... Is it really Tang Seng?

The system has confirmed it, and it must be true!

As for the doubts, I am not in a hurry to explore them for a while.

Gee!

Chen San looked at Xuanzang again at this time, and suddenly felt much more pleasing to the eye.

I'm older, but I should have a future if I dress up well, and I can vaguely appreciate a little bit of the handsomeness of my youth from the embarrassing stubble.

Chen San hurriedly hid his fist behind him and looked at the old monk with a smile on his face: "Master, the mountains are slippery, but you have to be more careful to avoid falling." ”

Xuanzang was stunned by Chen San's sudden concern, got up with difficulty, and patted his buttocks: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Chen San has been nesting on this mountain for decades, and he has long been enough, so he can't wait to ask about the matter: "When is the master going to leave for the west?" ”

Xuanzang frowned slightly: "Going west, the poor monk is going east!" ”

To the east?

Could it be that he didn't pay attention back then, missed Tang Seng, and at this time people returned to their hometowns?

"So, the master has attained the Mahayana scriptures?"

Xuanzang was stunned: "Mahayana scriptures? The poor monks have only studied Theravada Buddhism and have never heard the name of the Mahayana scriptures. ”

Chen San was stunned for a few seconds more than Xuanzang.

Could the system be wrong?

Why doesn't this Tang Seng know three questions?

Or is he deliberately hiding it to be on guard against himself?

Chen San asked, "Didn't King Tang order you to go west to Tianzhu to seek Mahayana Buddhism?" ”

Xuanzang smiled directly.

"Donor, the poor monk is just an ordinary monk, how can He De be favored by the king to take on this great responsibility, the donor laughed."

Chen San was still unwilling: "You really don't know? ”

Xuanzang said with a sincere face: "If the poor monk really received the edict of the Tang King, how could he be so depressed and imprisoned in that foreign prison for thirty years. ”

Chen San wilted again.

What the hell is going on in this world!

Tang Seng didn't learn from the scriptures, and instead went to eat in prison for 30 years?

How can you continue this main quest?

Chen San saw a glimmer of life, but it was fleeting, and the first thought that came to him in desperation was to grab a green onion and treat it as garlic.

It doesn't matter if you know it or not, you just need to be Tang Seng.

As long as you finish the main story with me......

"Master, would you like to go to Tianzhu to retrieve the Mahayana scriptures with you?"

Xuanzang waved his hand again and again: "Tianzhu is thousands of miles away, the journey is at least ten years, and the poor monks are more than seventy, and they are already in the last years ......of their lives."

Before the words fell, a rotten dry branch fell on the top of the two of them, impartial, and smashed straight on the top of Xuanzang's head.

Chen San took away the hands that were covering his eyes and saw that there were two more bowls of tofu brains on the ground.

Tang...... Stoned?