"Well, yes, since you can change your mind, it also means that your Huigen is still there, and your Buddha nature is not lost, even if you are offended, you can make up for it when you go west. ”

Guanyin was pleased, and then said: "Since this is the case, then you should hurry up and get on the road one day, and I won't stay longer." ”

It's finally done!

It's too difficult for me to go to Guanyin.

"Bodhisattva, the little monk still has a doubt, why do you have hair instead of shaving your hair?" Tang Seng looked curious.

Guanyin, who had just turned his head and didn't go far, suddenly stumbled, did he have to shave his head?

Hey~

The picture is so beautiful that Guanyin said that he didn't dare to think about it.

He glared at Tang Seng angrily, hurriedly sped up and disappeared as if fleeing.

Leaving the civil and military ministers kneeling on the ground and the bald Tang monk touching his head.

As a born Buddha, he was born as a novice.

Why can't I have the same hair?

The shiny bald head shines in the sun.

......

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

The Jade Emperor who lives in the thirty-three heavens and the Taoist immortals are all upright.

"Now that the Journey to the West is about to get on the right track, how can I sabotage this Journey to the West and ensure that my Xuanmen luck is not lost?"

The Jade Emperor's majestic face was full of sadness.

As the supreme person of the Heavenly Court, if the Dao Gate falls, he has an unshirkable responsibility.

But because of the cause and effect owed to the West, the two great saints of the Daomen had to help the Buddhism, and even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun owed the West a very big cause and effect that he had not repaid, and he couldn't help the Xuanmen at all.

Tianding Buddhism is flourishing, and almost all immortals have to help Buddhism, this is the general trend of Tianding, but is it really irretrievable?

The Taishang Laojun, the exposition, and the sectarians below are also dignified.

Are there any eggs under the nest?

But in the end, there is nothing to do.

How can a person in the game jump out of the game and disrupt the game?

......

West Niuhezhou, Lingshan.

The golden Buddha smiled at the corner of his mouth and let go of his fingers.

He was preaching even more holy, and his words were full of wisdom.

Sure enough, it is a destiny and there is no way to change it.

No one in the entire Three Realms of the Flood Desolation could reverse such a general trend.

Buddhism is the protagonist of the world!

The arhats who listen to the sermon are blindfolded, why is the sermon suddenly so profound?

......

In the midst of the endless chaos, a magnificent palace that seems to last forever, Zixiao Palace.

Dao Ancestor Tiandao Hongjun closed his eyes.

The Daomen is his inheritance, and the Journey to the West is also planned by him, that is, by the Heavenly Dao.

He won't have any bias, and the way of heaven will work as it should be.

This eye is closed, and no longer paying attention to anything.

How the Buddhism plans and whether the Daomen fight back depends on their respective means.

Even that Tang Seng is indeed strange, and he can't see through it.

After all, as a Dao Ancestor, he is even more fused with the Dao of Heaven, and most of the time he pretends to be deep with his eyes closed, how can he pay attention to the little Tang Seng? Even if he is a protagonist of the Tribulation, he can't still enter his eyes.

However, the avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and one of them is gone.

Maybe something unexpected happens?

......

After Guanyin left, Tang Seng declined Li Shimin's invitation and left the palace.

He's going to say goodbye to someone and ask for some things by the way.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk. ”

Red dust is at the forefront.

Tang Seng knocked on the door gently.

With excitement in his heart, every time he comes here, his mouth is suddenly opened, and his mind is clear.

"Come in. The words fell, and the door of the Red Dust House opened automatically.

Tang Seng walked into the courtyard and looked at the white figure sitting quietly on the stone bench, and the feeling in his heart was very great.

It was this man who changed everything about him and woke up his life.

Mr. Lee, take him away from the ignorant people!

Every time he came over, he felt that Mr. Li had become both strange and familiar.

It was only one night, and Tang Seng felt that he had become more unfathomable.

Shaking his head, he shook the messy thoughts out of his head and walked towards the man.

"Mr. Lee. ”

Tang Seng stood beside him.

"The little monk is going to leave tomorrow for the west. ”

Li You looked at Tang Seng, pointed to the chess game in front of him, and said with a smile, "Look at this game of chess." ”

Tang Seng followed the sound and looked at it, only feeling that one head was two big.

He has been obsessed with the Dharma since he was a child, and there is nothing else in his heart but the Buddha.

Since I came here unintentionally a year ago, I met Li You, and after getting advice, I put all my energy on refining my body every day, how can I know what chess game.

"Sir, this ......"

Tang Seng, who was neither humble nor arrogant in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and spoke wantonly, seemed a little restrained at this moment.

Li You chuckled and didn't say much.

"Go ahead, you won't be in any danger along the way, just remember what I said that night. ”

After a pause, he said, "The matter of the Buddha Gate robbing the luck of the human race, it is not your turn to worry about it, you just have to go all the way to the west." ”

Mr. is a sage of the human race, presumably Mr. has his own arrangements!

Tang Seng said secretly.

Then he respectfully said goodbye and turned to leave.

Looking at Tang Seng's distant back, the light in Li You's eyes became brighter and brighter.

How many years?

A new storm has appeared, how can it be stopped!

Buddhism?

Who will be the winner in this chess game?

Li You's breathing became more and more rapid, and under the excitement, the small courtyard of Hongchen Ju continued to change with Li You's breath fluctuations, the space trembled, time loomed, and the chaotic aura filled the entire courtyard.

......

The next day.

Li Shimin prepared a customs clearance document for Tang Seng, accompanied by a thin and soft horse, and two followers.

Tang Seng happily rode a horse, holding the brocade lanthanum robe and nine-ring tin staff given by Guanyin, and went on the road in the direction indicated by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Li Shimin looked at Tang Seng's distant back at the city gate, his eyes moist.

This is for my Datang tens of millions of Li people!

......

Here, Tang Seng just walked out of the city gate, and not far away, he encountered a catastrophe.

In a hurry, he accidentally fell into a cave.

"Roar!"

There was a deafening roar, accompanied by a gust of fishy wind, and a huge tiger came out of the depths of the cave.

This tiger speaks words, and it looks like he has become a fine!

"The monk from the Tang Dynasty, I heard that you can live forever after eating, and you can cultivate for a thousand years, and God is helping Grandpa Tiger!"

The tiger spirit laughed loudly and pounced towards Tang Seng.

In the clouds in the sky, there is a white auspicious cloud, and the fairy light blooms, ready to descend on the earth at any time.

Tang Seng faced the attack of the tiger spirit, and he did not panic at all, as steady as an old dog.

With excitement on his face, yes, excitement!

I saw that he quickly took off the crown of the five Buddhas on his head, and it was still on the ground beside him.

Although the tiger spirit was puzzled, it was only because the bald donkey was stupid by it.

The thick muscles of his right arm burst into green tendons, clenched the nine-ring tin staff, and smashed down when the tiger pounced in front of him!

"Bang!"

"Whew!"

The tiger spirit screamed in pain and fell directly to the ground, unable to get up, only feeling groggy and groggy, and his vision was a little blurred!

In the sky, Tai Bai Xing was already dumbfounded.

He came to help Tang Seng survive the catastrophe, and these were all arranged by Heaven and Buddhism a long time ago.

But he doesn't seem to be needed now?