"Elder, why don't you go in?

Monsters? Tang Song smiled bitterly and shook his head, if only the monsters were monsters, those four girls were far more troublesome than monsters.

"Then what are we doing outside now? Do the elders want to chant and pray for blessings?" Zhu Bajie sighed when he saw Tang Song sigh and asked puzzled.

Reciting sutras and praying for blessings? Lao Tzu is already good at cursing them in circles! Tang Song rolled his eyes and said weakly: "Let's wait outside first." "He's completely clueless now, so let's delay it for a while.

The four of them sat speechless, time passed little by little, and soon darkness completely covered the earth, and the moon shyly hid in the clouds, swallowing up the last ray of light.

"Ahh

The night breeze was getting colder and colder, and Tang Song shivered and wrapped in a monk's robe that was not thick, feeling that the cool breeze was like a naughty little mouse scurrying around on his body, making Tang Song miserable.

Especially his big bald head, which has no grass, is like a peeled egg in the cold wind, and he feels a tingle in the back of his head after only a moment.

"Wukong, hurry up and use some spell to make this place warmer, otherwise the poor monk will have to freeze to death here without waiting for dawn. Tang Song trembled and said to Sun Wukong, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

"Whew!"

The monkey pinched his fingers, and a flame suddenly burned, floating in the air and swaying in the night wind. Tang Song hurriedly stepped forward, his body as close to the fire as possible, and instantly felt a warm current flowing through his body.

"Change!"

The monkey plucked another hair, turned into a tiger skin and draped it on Tang Song's body, blocking the cold wind from the outside, Tang Song breathed a long sigh of relief, and felt like he was sitting on the edge of the fire. , full of comfort.

What a convenient skill! Tang Song sighed for a while, sure enough, Sun Wukong is the essential companion for real home travel.

Quietly, another hour passed, Tang Song felt that his legs were a little numb, and he was about to stand up and move, when he suddenly saw a figure that seemed to be slowly walking in the distance.

"I saw the fire swaying from a distance, this day is dark and the night is cold, can you let Lao Dao also bake a fire?" Suddenly, a voice came from afar, the sound seemed to be weak, but it was clear to Tang and Song's ears without missing a word.

Tang Song was startled, and hurriedly gathered his eyes to look, the figure seemed to be slow, but in the blink of an eye, he had come to everyone, only to see a Taoist in a Taoist robe holding Buddha dust and slowly walked to the opposite side of Tang Song, looking at Tang Song with a smile.

"It's you!"

Seeing this dusty Taoist, Tang Song couldn't help but be overjoyed, and suddenly stood up and pointed at the Taoist: "You are that and that...... Needless to say, needless to say, the poor monk can remember. ”

However, a minute passed, Tang Song lowered his arm with an embarrassed face, and said with a dry smile: "Dare to ask who is the Taoist?"

Taoist: "......"

Seeing the speechless appearance of the Taoist, Tang Song was also aggrieved, you didn't introduce your identity at the beginning, and ran away after helping, where did he know who you were.

The Taoist coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Poor Dao was originally a Kunlun guest, and there is an old mansion on the south side of the stone bridge. Cultivation is the beginning of the Tao and the beginning of the Yuan, and only then can you live forever and know the obedience. The purple gold pill in the Hugh Kua furnace must be known to burn jade liquid in the fire. Cross the Qingluan, ride the white crane ......"

"Alright, okay, okay. Tang Song hurriedly interrupted, how long has it been, why hasn't this problem of liking fighting poetry changed!

Seeing the Taoist can be regarded as a reunion of the old people, especially at this moment of despair, Tang and Song Dynasty did not shed tears, but suddenly gave birth to a feeling of meeting their old acquaintances in a foreign land, and they were full of emotion for a while. This person is the mysterious Taoist who helped Tang and Song Dynasty through Shuangcha Ridge, and it seems that he is also one of the few people who has good intentions towards Tang and Song in the Journey to the West.

"Daoist, this time you are here to help the little monk?" Tang Song asked with a worried face, although he didn't know the true identity of this Taoist, but he must have been a great power, although he didn't know if he could get the four Bodhisattvas, but it was the last straw for Tang and Song.

Now he is really at the end of his rope, and if this mysterious Taoist refuses him again, he will really have to be locked up in this prison of time for a day, tormented day after day.

"Naturally. The Taoist shook the dust lightly and said with a smile, "It seems that the elder has encountered a lot of trouble this time, and the old Taoist is here for this." ”

"Thank you for your help. "Since arriving in the world of Journey to the West and becoming an ant watched by the Three Realms, Tang and Song have been living tremblingly, and have long been accustomed to being surrounded by malice, whether it is the Bodhisattva, the Buddha or the Jade Emperor, they are all eyeing each other, and if one is not careful, he will fall into the abyss and fall to pieces.

Now that he meets this person who has good intentions towards him, no matter what kind of purpose he has, or what kind of thoughts he has, Tang Song doesn't care, after all, people are really helping you, this is an undoubted fact, which needs to be grateful.

When people are desperate, there is really not much they need, maybe just a little kindness, maybe just a little hand, maybe a little hand, people can take a step out of the abyss.

Tang Song respectfully bowed to the Taoist, and said solemnly: "The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, the poor monk knows that the identity of the Taoist is extraordinary, and he may not look down on the return of the poor monk, but the ant cannot always be an ant, and when the poor monk breaks through the shackles, it is the day to repay the kindness of the Taoist." ”

The Taoist chuckled, shook his head and said, "Elder is polite, Lao Dao naturally has other thoughts to help you, but now you are not qualified to know." And the elder said wrongly, ants are just ants at any time, and they can only be ants, and they will never become beasts. ”

Tang Song's face froze, are you talking to me, a modern person, about the theory of evolution? Aren't you afraid that Darwin will knock on your door in the middle of the night a thousand years later?

But speaking of which, now Darwin's ancestors are not even sperm, but you have already put forward a theory, do you need me to write an article a thousand years later, strongly condemning Darwin for plagiarizing other people's theories, I have thought of the title, it is called "Shocking Secrets! Biologist Darwin is mired in plagiarism, and the theory of evolution actually comes from an unknown Taoist priest in the Tang Dynasty!"

When the Taoist saw Tang Song with an embarrassed face, the smile on his face deepened, and he continued: "But the elder is not the ant, but the Kunpeng who is dormant in the abyss. ”

Tang Song was enthusiastic when he heard this, and looked at what the people said-this day, after all, he was still too young, what is forced! What is domineering! Tang Song clenched his fists tightly, and almost shouted that I can't cover my eyes again this day, but after glancing at the monkey next to him, he realized that this was not his line.