Chenshi.

The war is not over.

North of the city, East Street, Guankou.

The willows hang high in the sun, and the yellow orioles shiver and do not sing.

The delicate purple gold banner was erected under the city pass, flying fiercely in the morning wind. Hundreds of ironclad Humvees lay lazily in the shade of trees on both sides of the road, sleeping soundly. The originally bustling street has not opened its doors today, but it does not look deserted at all. Because, at this time, the wide avenue was being blocked by countless yew sergeants.

The sun was rising, the morning mist was distorting in the sunlight, the air in the streets was getting hotter, and the sergeants were already sweating under their thick iron armor. And in such a hot heat, this group of yew sergeants who looked like embroidered pillows were like they were born of stone, standing motionless in the scorching sun. However, the guards under the gate of the city could not bear the scorching heat, so they hid in the shade nearby early. What's more, I don't know where I got the wine, and one of them got drunk so much that he fell asleep, so how could there be even the slightest bit of iron-blooded heroism that a soldier should have?

The purple tassels are swaggering, and the scorching sun is exposed.

The sun rose a few minutes further, and suddenly, on the other side of the street, behind the formation of Yew Sergeants, there was a faint commotion.

"Boiling water, boiling water, get out of the way!"

"Ahh

"Eh, boiling water, go away..."

“......”

Shouting, shouting, and exclamations suddenly all started together, and I don't know what happened. The commotion was approaching, which also caused the officers of the two sides under the city pass to be a little vigilant, and they both held their hands on their waists and knives, and glanced at each other at the same time. Obviously, they all thought that the other party finally couldn't help but put on a show.

However, things don't seem to be what they think...

"Eh, why don't you listen?"

"Get out of the way, be careful of burning you..."

"Damn, boiling water?"

"Amitabha, you don't believe it, do you blame me?"

"Okay, you bald donkey, looking for death?"

The closer the commotion became, you could see from a distance that in the second half of the Yew sergeant formation, a carriage with two horses was struggling to move in the crowd in the direction of Chengguan...

The carriage is quite peculiar, first of all, the two white horses pulling the cart, which are very handsome. The hair is as white as winter snow, the limbs are unusually developed, the eyes are cold like stars, the hooves are raised between the legs, and the majestic appearance is very spiritual, and you can see that it is extraordinary. In contrast, the car behind the two BMWs is too simple, a thick wooden board two feet wide tied to the iron cable as the reins as the body, and a thick wooden stake embedded with two iron-striking wheels is the chassis. A few parcels of goods carried on the outside car, and two monks, an old man and a young monk, how strange the painting style is, like a small vendor who rushes to sell goods.

However, this is not the strangest, the strangest has to count the fat monk who led the horse in front of the carriage.

"Bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

"Amitabha, monks don't lie, poor monks have long reminded you that there is boiling water. ”

"Still quibbling!

"Oh, donor, be careful not to get into the soup..."

"Ahh

But I saw that the fat monk hung the reins of the horse on his shoulder, held a steaming bucket in one hand, and struggled to remove the soldiers in front of him with the other. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his clumsy movements swayed from side to side as he marched, so that the large bucket filled with boiling water kept coming out, and this boiling water was gradually coming out, and this boiling water was just sprinkled on the sergeants around him who were blocking the carriage. This sprinkling is good, those sergeants who were originally as immobile as a rock were suddenly blown up by the boiling water. The iron-blooded majesty of the soldiers, how can a bald donkey who came from nowhere be fooled? When the dispute was fruitless, he raised his fist and smashed it at the fat monk!

But this fat monk is also very skilled, don't look at his clumsy body like a big water tank, in the face of four or five angry sergeants with steel fists and iron legs, he is fearless, while leading the horse forward with difficulty, one twists his waist, and one shakes his hand as if he is swaggering around, and cleverly dodges all the attacks without a trace, and finally does not forget to look back and shout two flattering words. That look of under-pumping is really an angry person who doesn't pay for his life.

“......”

Under the city pass, Sergeant Yew was led by a man in his early forties with a pimple on his face. Seeing such a commotion in the distance, he could not help but have many doubts, and the caution he had cultivated over the years of marching made him feel a hint of danger. With a solemn face, he asked the general guarding the city beside him, "Is it your people?"

The general guarding the city next to him was stunned by the question.

He originally thought that this fat monk was the way that the Yew Army was putting on the opposite side, but now it seems that it should not be the same thing: "It has nothing to do with our army." ”

The purple-shirted leader looked at the general in disbelief...

"Oh, Master Jun, lightly. ”

"Don't slap your face..."

"You're still fighting!"

While the two military leaders were talking, the commotion in the distance grew louder.

Although the carriage was still moving slowly, the fat monk's bucket full of boiling water was thrown aside at some point. The original assault of four or five sergeants has now evolved into a dense crowd of people, with three layers inside and three layers outside. In the face of such battles, no matter how good Monk Ren is, the tigers can't stand the wolves. Coldly, he punched down his head, kicked out of the pile, and even picked up a stone and threw it in, which made him defenseless at all. At this moment, the fat monk didn't dare to scream anymore, and shouted for mercy one by one, while shrinking his neck, covering his bald head with both hands, desperately resisting the fists and feet falling like raindrops, and squeezing into the cracks of people with his thick body.

It's just that the body of this big fat monk is indeed thick enough, although the sergeant who surrounded him didn't know the situation for the time being, and he didn't plan to kill him, so he didn't draw his sword to face him. However, the fists that fell were all really tempered in the military, and if ordinary people were to be hit by a punch, half of that little life would be gone. But this fat monk didn't see any injuries along the way, not to mention, he actually had the strength to drill forward, and the degree of rough skin and thick flesh is probably only comparable to the big wild boar in the deep mountains.

"Amitabha Buddha pinched it, you are not kind!"

"You can't slap your face, donor, why are you still beating!"

"Oops..."

"Donor, the monk knows that he is wrong, can he borrow a seat to pass by..."

"Oops, you're still fighting!"

I don't know how long I have been beaten, and I don't know how many fists I have eaten, but I know that the newly clean monk's robe has been imprinted with countless footprints, and the beaten sergeant gradually retreated. The fat monk finally led the carriage through the military formation and came to the gate of the city. Compared with the fat monk's sloppy and miserable body, the two white horses behind him and the two monks in the carriage were much more fortunate, except for the pimples smashed by a few stones and slag, at least they could still go out to meet people.

"Smack. ”

"Oops, it hurts Lao Zhu to death. ”

The fat monk who escaped death took the reins on his shoulders in his hand, patted the monk's robe covered with dirt, and took out a delicate brass face from his arms, like a wronged little daughter-in-law, nervously looking at the mirror east and west, muttering to himself, completely ignoring the two generals and leaders of the city in front of him.

"Amitabha, blessed by the Buddha, fortunately there is no broken phase. ”

"Hmph. ”

The head of the purple shirt was fine, he seemed to see something from the two white horses that the fat monk owed, and he was carefully looking at the two people in the carriage. And the general who was defending the city was angry, and he glared angrily, staring at the fat monk and scolding fiercely: "Where did the monk come from, he dared to come here to be presumptuous!"

"Oops!"

A fierce scolding, suddenly like a bear's roar, suddenly frightened the fat monk in the mirror. Only then did he notice the two unusual generals standing in front of him, his eyes rolled slightly, and he quickly took the bronze mirror back into his arms, folded his hands and bowed, and said with a careful smile: "Amitabha, ouch, ouch, I just lost my mind for a moment and didn't pay attention to the majestic posture of the two generals, and I ask the two generals to forgive me, forgive me." ”

The general's face did not change, and his eyes widened: "I asked you, why don't monks come here to chant scriptures!?"

"Huh, this..."

The fat monk was immediately asked, the monk did not lie, although his temperament did not look like a monk at all, but he could not tell the general in front of him that they were going to enter the city to pick up the calamity, right? If he really said that, I am afraid that what was waiting for him after the city gate was no longer a fist, but a bright tiger and wolf knife.

His eyes kept rolling, and after thinking about it for a long time, the fat monk didn't come up with an explanation, and in desperation, he had to turn around and ask the little monk in the carriage: "Senior brother, how can I answer this sentence?"

“......”

The little monk glanced at the old monk on the side inquiringly, as if asking for the old monk's opinion. The old monk nodded noncommittally, and the little monk understood, so he helped the old monk and got out of the carriage. Then, the two monks walked slowly out of a few steps one after the other and came to the city gate.

"Amitabha, the little monk is polite. ”

The two monks saluted the two generals very politely, and it was the little monk who saluted, and the old monk did not speak. After the salute, the little monk raised his head and said politely in a still immature voice: "The three little monks and apprentices were born from the south of the city, and today there is something important to pass through the north gate, and the two generals are invited to make it convenient." ”

"Oh, ignorant bald donkey, don't you know today..."

"General, slow!"

The general defending the city opened his mouth to scold, but before he could finish speaking, the purple-shirted military leader, who had been looking at the two white horses since the commotion had calmed down, suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped the second half of his words in front of the general. As the saying goes, there are no two commanders, and the general who was cut off was suddenly very unhappy, glared angrily at the head of the purple-shirted army, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The head of the purple-shirted army didn't fight him, waved his hand and said with a smile: "General, don't worry, let me ask a few words, and it's not too late for you to make a decision." ”

Seeing that the head of the purple-shirted army softened his words, and there were two soldiers on his side, it was not easy for the general to lose face for a while, so he nodded: "Then you ask." ”

The purple-shirted military leader ignored the general, he took two steps forward and came to the front of the old monk, clenched his fists politely with both hands, and asked with a harmonious smile: "I don't know how many mages are called?"

The old monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and nodded with a salute, but still did not speak.

The little monk helped and said politely: "The master is taboo in meditation, and it is inconvenient to speak, so please forgive the general." ”

The purple-shirted army smiled at the little monk and paddled his fists, and the little monk also learned from the old monk's previous appearance, folded his hands and bowed, and then said: "The master's name is Sanzang, and he is now leading the Nancheng Huasheng Temple to preside over the abbot." The little monk's name is Wukong, and he is the master's first apprentice. The little monk stretched out his hand to the fat monk on the side, and then said: "This is the little monk's junior brother, and his Dharma name is Wu Neng." The little monk is reckless by nature, and often does things out of proportion, but his character is not bad, and he has offended many people before, and he also implores the general not to have the same knowledge as him. ”

"This old monk is the Sanzang Master?"

"It can't be fake, right?"

“......”

is neither humble nor arrogant, the little monk is mediocre and introduced.

The surrounding soldiers, especially the guards under the gate, whispered one after another.

"You're the Sanzang Master?"

And at this moment, the defending army general standing behind him, who was still thinking about the origin of a few monks, suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes, and seemed to react to something, and suddenly his cold hair stood up, and his big hand was raised in a fist with his big hand backwards, and he shouted!

"Array!"