Flood in the west, Lingshan Holy Land, Da Lei Yin Temple.

Eight days, in a flash, the Buddha stopped preaching, slowly opened his eyes, a trace of joy flowed out of the huge Buddha's eyes, a great joy rippled out, all over the hall.

"Amitabha! The test of the hundred schools of thought, now there is only the last one, once the test is passed, the eighty-first difficulty is overcome, the ninety-nine are returned to the truth, and the luck of the Buddha is perfect!" Guanyin clasped his hands together and couldn't help but say.

"Home is the end of the 12 mainstream of 100 schools, if you want to pass its test, it must be easy. ”

"Yes, just a family, how can you compete with my Buddhism?!"

"Amitabha, God bless my Buddha!"

All the Buddhas bowed their heads one after another, showing disdain for their home, as if they had seen Xuanzang pass the test, one by one smiling, and the Buddha in the entire hall was brilliant, like a fairy.

Compared with the joy of Western Buddhism, the rest of the forces are pale one after another, this is the eighty-first difficulty of the west, connecting the previous and the next, has extraordinary significance.

In any case, under the number of days, Xuanzang will pass the test of the hundred schools of thought, the difference is only in the length of time, whether it is within nine days.

Once the number of nine days is exceeded, every time the number of days is exceeded, the luck of the Buddha will drop a wisp......

......

The nine-day period has passed its eighth, hundreds of schools, twelve mainstreams, and now only the test of the last family is left.

Above the imperial city, under the void, the head of the family, an old man, with the void and the void, smiling, like a spring breeze, like an old grandfather next door.

"Write from the heart?!"

Hearing the old man's prompt, Xuanzang was slightly stunned, frowned, took the creation pen, pondered for a while, and then went to the top of the Genesis.

As soon as Xuanzang moved his pen, the creation of the pen flowed green, the essence of the ten directions converged, and thousands of spiritual energy manifested, like ink, accompanied by the creation of the pen.

"Boom!"

Although Xuanzang is a mortal in the flesh, the movements of his hands are not slow, between the rapid strokes of the creation pen, a series of words appear, iron painting silver hooks, emitting golden light, circulating Buddha rhyme, the end is extraordinary.

"Good word!" "Jixia Xuegong Sacrifice Wine Xunzi couldn't help but praise secretly.

"Good words indeed!"

"One stroke at a time, like a dragon and a snake, but it is extraordinary!"

"Every word is like a rune of the Buddha's way, containing the breath of the Buddha and full of great compassion. ”

“......”

The head of the hundred families nodded slowly, although he had a dispute with Xuanzang, but he was extremely sure of his words, and he did not make it difficult.

"Well, what's going on?!"

"This, this...... What the hell is going on?"

"The words are gone, even the breath of the Buddha has dissipated, this ......"

But in the next moment, everyone was shocked, and even the heavens who were paying attention to this place were all in deep thought when they saw this incredible scene.

"The text is gone?!"

Xuanzang was also stunned in place, holding the creation pen, his eyes were slightly dull, only to see that the page of Genesis, on the page, there was a blank, nothing left.

"Master Xuanzang, please write with your heart!" the old man smiled slightly, as if he had expected it, and reminded again.

"Write with your heart? The poor monk has already taken care of himself. Xuanzang was dumbfounded and didn't know why.

To tell the truth, he really wrote with his heart, if it weren't for the reminder of Zhu Bajie beside him, he wouldn't have noticed the disappearance of the font on Genesis.

"Old man, are you making trouble in secret?!" Sun Wukong's eyes sharpened, looking at the old man, and he couldn't help revealing a fierce light, a terrifying evil aura, which shook the four wilds.

"Wukong, don't be rude!" Xuanzang stopped Sun Wukong, "This is a test, not to mention that the elder has already reminded us." ”

"Hmph!" Sun Wukong snorted coldly, said no more, and fell silent.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng have no words, even though they were extraordinary in their previous lives, but whether it is in status or cultivation, they are not as good as the sons, and naturally they can't see the mystery of Genesis and the creation pen.

Xuanzang silently recited the Buddha's name, his eyes slowly closed, and in his mind, he recalled the westward journey again, as if he wanted to engrave it in it.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours, half a day passed...... Jin Wuxi is oblique, reflecting the clouds, the red halo is thin, and half of the sky is rendered.

"Amitabha!"

Xuanzang finally opened his eyes, held the creation pen in his hand, and pointed to the creation of the century again, his eyes were like torches, and he was extremely resolute, as if he was flowing out of a picture.

“...... Waterway puja, on the double-forked ridge, on the top of the two realms, the steep stream for horses...... Wuzhuang Guanzhong ......"

The pictures of the westward journey, like an engraving version reflected in Xuanzang's mind, are vivid and clear.

"Buzz!"

Xuanzang's stroke fell, like walking a dragon and snake, all kinds of words, manifested to the west, in one go, a picture manifested in the void......

"It's a land and water puja!"

"His Majesty the Emperor of the People's Decree bestows Xuanzang as a sandalwood merit candidate and enjoys the eight qualities of luck in the Ming Dynasty. ”

Seeing this picture, one by one the heads of the family exhaled softly.

"This is the time for my old grandson to get out of trouble...... "Sun Wukong said in a nutshell.

"This is my master's white horse, and after being surrendered by the senior brother, I became the master's mount......" The little white dragon said in human form, with dragon horns on his head.

"This is Gao Laozhuang, my old pig's Cuilan. Zhu Bajie wailed.

"Eight hundred quicksand rivers, three thousand weak water depths...... "Sha Seng muttered, deep in thought.

The moon rabbit rises, the moonlight flows, and the stars shine brightly, shining on the earth.

Xuanzang continued, waving the creation pen, on the tip of the pen, the essence of the ten directions, the endless aura, the starlight and the moonlight, all gathered over, turned into ink, and formed runes.

“...... True and false Wukong, blocked by the Flame Mountain, seeking the banana fan, binding the demon king, and sweeping the tower in Cyberjaya......"

Most of the night passed, Xuanzang was sweating profusely, spending too much energy, his eyes were full of exhaustion, his wrists were getting slower and slower, no longer as relaxed as before.

"It is worthy of being a scripture learner, who seems to be mortal in the flesh, but he can persist for a day and a night and write millions of words. The old man was secretly surprised.

Throughout the family, there are thousands of disciples, and there are less than 100 people who can manifest their works on the Book of Genesis, and less than a few of them can directly write on the Book of Genesis with the pen of creation.

"Is this still the weakest of the twelve mainstreams? It will be a day and a night to stop Xuanzang. ”

"Perhaps...... Home is not as weak as we imagined. ”

"You know, the head of the original family, Li said, but he is a peerless powerhouse who can compete with the five schools of Taoism, Confucianism, War and Mo!"

“......”

The expression of the head of the hundred families changed slightly, and then he realized: the family is inconspicuous, and it seems to be weak, but it has always been one of the twelve mainstreams...... It's incredible.

"The ambition of the poor monk, the spread of Buddhism to the east, and the education of sentient beings!"

Xuanzang drank lightly, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, the Buddha was brilliant, the golden lotus was manifested, Bodhi stood, the swastika flowed, and there were faint Buddhas praying, gathering endless mental power to bless Xuanzang.

"Master!"

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Seng were shocked, and looked at the old man's gaze, unconcealing their killing intent.

"It's a pity!" The old man didn't care, looked at Xuanzang, and then looked at the hazy sky that had revealed the white of the fish's belly, and said indifferently, "Xuanzang, you're too late." ”

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, a ray of light from the sun pierced the white of the fish belly on the horizon, illuminating the sky, rendering thousands of miles, and an inexplicable breath flowed out, shaking the heavens and the earth, and trembling!