Blowing lightly, I saw that the free-hearted iron soldier turned into liquid and slowly integrated into the golden hoop stick, after a bright light flashed, the Ruyi golden hoop rod directly became larger, and the golden light faintly revealed a thick black color, and the weight was also doubled several times.

This is the refining method obtained by Sun Wukong from his inherited memory, which is only suitable for refining rod-type weapons, and also contains some other fighting methods.

Sun Wukong already knew the origin of his heels at this time, but he didn't think so in his heart, feeling that although the primordial god of the Chaos Demon Ape created himself, it did not mean that he would lose his self in the future and become the mad demon ape who only knew how to fight.

At this time, he thought in his heart: "My old grandson is the Monkey King of the Monkey King, and he will never become a Chaos Demon Ape......"

Sun Wukong played the brand-new golden hoop stick twice, then shrunk it and put it in his ear.

"Let's go, Xiaobai, open up! Wukong, don't be in a daze, come and keep up, today I will teach you something more fun than cards......"

And just like that, the group was on the road again, and a grove appeared in front of them, and there was a road in the woods that could accommodate a carriage.

But it was the width of a normal carriage that could pass through the road, and the RV was much larger, and the branches of many trees blocked the way.

At this time, on a table in the RV, several people were playing mahjong to the hearty time, and no one wanted to stop, so Sun Wukong cast a soil spell and directly moved the trees blocking the road to the side, and after the RV passed, the trees returned to their original positions.

So there was a strange scene in the woods, and the trees in front of the RV seemed to have spirituality, giving way to the RV pulled by the white dragon.

There was a group of robbers in ambush in the woods, and when a sentry saw this, he stammered in fright and told their leader about it.

Forty robbers came to the edge of the woods to inspect together, and when they saw the miracle of the trees giving way, they all fell to their knees and greeted the arrival of the immortal master.

A few people in the RV naturally ignored these mortals, and even when they passed by, Sun Wukong was worried that they would suddenly come out and disturb their four-person mahjong, so he directly used a fixation technique to freeze the forty robbers.

Half an hour after the RV passed, the robbers were released from the immobilized state, their faces full of incredulity, and their hearts were full of awe of the immortal Buddha.

What they didn't know was that a young man on a donkey, when he passed by their village, saw that there was no one, and took all the money they had accumulated.

Xuanzang's master and apprentice walked on the road for a few more months, at this time the weather had entered autumn, the wind was bleak, and the geese flew south.

The autumn wind with a bitter chill, whistling outside, because of the air conditioning in the RV, the four seasons are like spring, after this period of strengthening, Xuanzang's immortal cultivation has reached the same level as Sun Wukong, the early stage of Da Luo Jin Xian.

After a few more days, the RV entered a Gobi desert, and the temperature suddenly rose, as if entering another world.

The farther west we went, the hotter it became, and by the end of the day, the air had become distorted, and the ground was so dry that it was smoking.

Xuanzang's consciousness swept away, and it suddenly became clear that this was to the Flame Mountain!

Although the weather is hot, there are many residents living nearby, all of whom are very different from the people of the Central Plains, with a red copper complexion, wearing light-colored clothes, and living in thick adobe buildings with small windows.

Further on, there is a market held by locals, and various stalls and shops directly block the way, Xuanzang and others got off the RV in advance, planning to walk through this place.

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhu Bajie shouted, "What kind of place is this! Why is it so hot, the heat is a little weird, could it be that the sunset in that Sihari country?"

"Don't talk nonsense, idiots, it's still far away from the country of Sihari!" Sun Wukong responded.

Putting away the RV, Xuanzang rode on the white dragon horse, and the group approached the market.

"Cake cutting, delicious cake cutting!"

"Hot tea, big bowl of hot tea!"

......

The clamor of the hawkers kept ringing in my ears, and the market here was full of copper-skinned locals setting up stalls, but there were some traders of other colors passing by.

The most expensive ones sold here are hot tea, hot soup, goat's milk, etc., as long as they are linked to water, they are all hard currency here.

Selling cloth and silk, the tailor's shop is an unpopular business, and there are some unnamed utensils on one side, such as long hats made of plants, and all kinds of clay pots and clay pots in one place.

Clay pots and clay pots contain all kinds of treasures, some are silver coins, some are utensils, and more likely a small bottle of water, this unknown attracts many traders to stand in front of the stalls to try their luck.

The four of them walked through the bazaar, and then there was a temple made of red bricks, with various brocade cloths hanging outside, and a plaque hanging on it, named: Iron Fan Immortal Temple.

Whether it is the local red-skinned people or the passing foot merchants, when passing by this temple, most of them show a pilgrimage expression, their expressions are solemn, and their eyes reveal admiration.

At this time, a pilgrim came out of the temple, and Sun Wukong grabbed his arm and asked: "Disturbed, dare to ask this father-in-law, whose temple is this, why is it so hot in autumn?"

"This is the first time you have come to us, an outsider! This place is called the Flaming Mountain, there is no spring or autumn, and it is hot all year round. The red-faced old man looked at Xuanzang and the others.

Hearing the name, Xiong Likui was puzzled: "Flame Mountain?"

"That's right, the mountain is full of flames, of course it's called the Flame Mountain! It is sixty miles away from here, it is the only way to pass through the west, there are eight hundred miles of flames, and there is not a single grass around it. If you pass by on the mountain, even if it is a copper head and an iron body, it will turn into juice!"

"And what is this temple?"

"This temple is the temple of the Iron Fan Immortal, she is a benevolent immortal sent by God, our food production near the Flame Mountain can all rely on the Iron Fan Immortal!

The red-faced old man left this sentence and left with the big basket on his back.

Sun Wukong pinched his chin and was thinking about how to pass through this flame mountain, but Xuanzang said pointedly: "Wukong, this place still has a lot to do with you!"

"Hmm, Master, do you mean that the Flaming Mountain here has something to do with me?" Sun Wukong looked at him with a strange look and recalled carefully.

Xuanzang mentioned: "Five hundred years ago, the fire bricks in the gossip furnace ......"

Sun Wukong patted his head, looked at the flame mountain in the distance, and saw that the fierce flame on the mountain was indeed somewhat similar to the real fire in the gossip furnace, but it lacked some condensed aura.