By the quicksand river, Tang Seng and his entourage were blocked by this big river. In particular, there is a hideous and terrifying monster in the water, and Zhu Bajie won a big battle partly without winning or losing, and finally dived underwater.

"Bajie, what is this demon's ability, you may surrender him." Tang Sheng asked.

Sun Wukong followed the team, but the soul didn't know where he went, he was confused all day long, he didn't care about anything, Tang Seng didn't recite the mantra less, Sun Wukong died in pain and didn't beg for mercy.

Tang Seng had nothing to do with him, and was very disappointed in him, so he could only hope for the newly accepted apprentice Zhu Bajie.

"Master, this quicksand river is turbid, and the undercurrent is surging, and I really can't find a way after my old pig goes in." Zhu Bajie frowned, he was lazy, he was thinking that on the way to the west, let the monkey play the striker, and he followed to mix up some merits.

Who would have thought that this stinky monkey was like a dead man, silently every day, and did nothing, Tang Seng was captured by a monster, and he waited in place.

Just like now, the way to the west was blocked by monsters, and Sun Wukong couldn't help but care what monsters were in the water, but leaned on the rocks to watch the excitement.

"Master, if we don't wait, the Dharma Protector will protect us." Zhu Bajie didn't want to go into the water to catch monsters, which was purely thankless.

Zhu Bajie's background is deep, and he knows what is behind Journey to the West.

Moreover, the monster under the water, you can see at a glance that it is a person from the heavenly court, and when Garo is impatient for two days, he will naturally come down to accept it.

"We must be down-to-earth in learning from the West, and if we are like us, we will wait for others to help when we encounter difficulties, and we will still have a pious heart." Tang Seng said dissatisfiedly.

Sun Wukong can't count on it anymore, he doesn't want Zhu Bajie to become like Sun Wukong.

"The tribulations along the way are all the Buddha's tests for our masters and apprentices, if we don't do anything, how can we make the right arrangements for the Buddha."

Tang monk Bili talked about the big truth, from the Buddhist scriptures to the Taoist scriptures, from the Tang Dynasty to the Western Heavens.

Zhu Bajie was annoyed, he saw that Sun Wukong had no reaction, so he could only hang his head and say: "What the master taught me is that my old pig will go down and fight that monster for three hundred rounds."

Zhu Bajie plunged into the water, went underwater, found the monster cave, fixed his body and shouted: "Fellow Daoist, I am the marshal of the heavenly canopy, now passing by your house, don't care about you and me, please invite me into the house to eat a glass of water and wine."

The gate of Shuifu opened in response, and Monk Sha arrived outside the door, he was careful to be on guard, after all, the two had just had a big battle.

Monk Sha said: "You are Marshal Tianpeng, why did you look like this?"

Zhu Bajie reached out and touched his face, and said with a wry smile: "It's a long story."

Zhu Bajie explained simply.

"Then come in and talk about it." Monk Sha said.

He let open the door of the mansion and invited Zhu Bajie to come in, both of them had worked in the heavenly court, although they didn't know each other, just chatted a few words, and a feeling of loss that was also a fallen person at the end of the world rose in the hearts of the two of them.

Chatting about the past, it is inevitable to drink, a few pots of wine in the stomach, Zhu Bajie was a little drunk, and he forgot the time, and told Monk Sha about the past of the heavenly court.

On the bank of the quicksand river, Zhu Bajie went down the quicksand river, where did Tang Seng wait, after a long time, Tang Seng began to worry.

"Bajie won't be killed by monsters, right?" Tang Seng muttered, he looked up at the half-dead Sun Wukong, and wanted him to go down to explore.

"Wukong, Bajie has been gone for so long, nothing will happen, right?" asked Tang Seng.

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes shone under the water, and he happened to see Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha guessing boxing and drinking.

"It's okay, the pig's head is drinking with the monster." Sun Wukong said.

"What? Drinking with youkai? How could he drink with youkai". Tang Seng couldn't believe it.

Sun Wukong sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said: "The monsters along the way are all arranged by Heaven and Buddhism, and the pig's head is Marshal Tianpeng of Heaven, can't you meet an acquaintance?"

Tang Seng was speechless, there were some things he knew vaguely. But Sun Wukong said it so bluntly, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

In the sky, the Dharma protectors of Jialuo are going crazy, almost two years, and the westward team has not gathered until now.

Jia Luo asked three thousand Dharma protectors to protect Tang Seng, and he flew to the West Heaven Da Lei Yin Temple to complain to the Buddha.

"I already know your appeal, you go back and guide the sand monk into the Tao." The Dharma Protector had just walked into the main hall and had not yet spoken, and Rulai already knew what he meant.

"Disciple obeys my Buddha's decree." The Dharma Protector knelt on his knees and bowed, then turned and walked back.

In the quicksand river, Zhu Bajie and the sand monk were drunk and drunk, and lived directly in the water house.

In this way, Tang Seng on the shore suffered.

Sun Wukong's steel and iron bones are not afraid of the cool breeze at night, and he can also eat and drink dew.

But Tang Seng is a mortal, mortal in the flesh, the night wind blows, and he is cold, so he can only take out the clothes in the suitcase and put them on his body.

When night fell, Tang Seng was cold and hungry, and Sun Wukong didn't care about him, letting Tang Seng shiver in the cold wind.

At this time, when Jia Luo returned, he saw Tang Seng's appearance, his heart was depressed, he fell to the ground, and called out his father-in-law to deliver food and clothes.

The next day, the sky was dark, Zhu Bajie woke up from alcohol and jumped up suddenly.

"Brothers, what's the matter?" Monk Sha asked in surprise when he saw the startled Zhu Bajie.

"It's broken, it's broken". Zhu Bajie read: "Yesterday I ate wine here with Brother Sha and forgot about the broken-mouthed monk."

Zhu Bajie was free to speak, Sha Seng had already put out the wine and food again, he drank happily last night, and it happened to continue today.

Slap, Zhu Bajie slapped himself in the face and said, "In the face of such wine and food, how can I think of the old monk." Brother Sha, come on, come on, eat and drink".

Zhu Bajie picked up his wine glass, clinked glasses with Monk Sha and continued to eat. As for the old monk, he has 3,000 Dharma protectors around him, and he can't die.

Garo probed the bottom of the water, and his nose was almost crooked.

He appeared directly in the quicksand river and transmitted the sound of the sand monk in the water.

"Monk Sha, even if you take the scriptures, you haven't come out to meet yet."

"Poor monk Tang Xuanzang, meet the Dharma Protector Bodhisattva". Tang Seng saw the Jialuo Protector appear in the air, and knelt down to worship.

Jia Luo hurriedly dodged, he couldn't afford Tang Seng to kneel down.

Sha Seng and Zhu Bajie, who were eating wine, heard Jia Luo's voice and glanced at each other.

"Are you the apprentice that Guanyin Bodhisattva arranged for the scripture learner?" Zhu Bajie asked in surprise.

"That's right, I am, how would Brother Zhu know." The sand monk was puzzled.

"I am the second apprentice of the man who learned the scriptures." Zhu Bajie smiled bitterly, yesterday the two of them remembered the past, but they didn't expect that now they are the people who are arranged by the Bodhisattva to protect the people who learn the scriptures.

"Very good, let's go and meet the people who have learned the scriptures." Sha Seng said, he and Zhu Bajie's temper is quite compatible, and the two will work together in the future, and they should not be lonely on the road.

Zhu Bajie looked at the happy sand monk, and didn't know what to say, so he simply followed him out of the quicksand river to meet the master.