Early the next morning, hundreds of civil and military officials went out of the city to see each other, Li Yuan handed over all the customs clearance documents to the Tang and Song dynasties, and called the two of them and said: "These two people have peerless martial arts, and there is no concern at home. ”

Tang Song hurriedly thanked him, but he didn't think so, and said in his heart: Martial arts are high-top birds, even if these two people have magic skills such as the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Six-Vein Divine Sword, they still can't beat a little monster, in the mythical world, the martial arts master is simply a dick player who accidentally broke into the camp of RMB players, and it is a completely new world.

Li Yuan took a white BMW again, some gold and silver were soft, and handed it to the two for safekeeping, and then took a glass of wine and handed it to Tang Song, and said affectionately: "The national teacher is here, the road is difficult and dangerous, and I don't know when I will be able to return, this cup of wine respects the national teacher." ”

The corners of Tang Song's eyes twitched slightly, looking at this glass of wine, he suddenly remembered a bad bridge, and sure enough, Li Yuan bent down and picked up a handful of soil from the ground, slowly put it into the wine glass, and then pretended to be a master of the world, squinted his eyes and pretended to be profound: "What does the national teacher know?" After saying that, he didn't wait for Tang Song to answer and took the initiative to answer: "I'd rather love my hometown than my hometown." "Anyway, drink it all.

Looking at the wine in his hand that became muddy, Tang Song's face froze, and he scolded wildly in his heart: "You old thing, you can even grab your son's lines, don't want Bilian! Besides, you can't talk a little about hygiene! Lao Tzu is afraid of diarrhea after drinking!" However, Li Yuan had already drunk all the wine, and Tang Song had to slowly raise his glass, using the wide monk's robe as a cover, poured the entire cup of muddy water into the cuffs, and then hurriedly got on the horse without looking back, but the back looked a little panicked.

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Far away in the West Heaven Da Lei Yin Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, it is solemn and solemn, and the light of the Buddha is shining. Three thousand Buddhas, five hundred Arhats, and eight King Kongs are on both sides, and the Buddha sits on the lotus platform and passes on the Buddhist scriptures orally. At this time, Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly walked into the main hall and saluted Rulai: "The reincarnation of the ninth golden cicada, the disciple has been found, and he has been pointed out as the person who learned the scriptures. ”

"The suffering of the tenth reincarnation is the perfect body, and the day he attains the Buddha's body is the time when my religion is prosperous!"

Guanyin bowed slightly, looked at the Buddha and said, "The disciple has something unclear, and I hope the Buddha will point it out." ”

"Come on!"

Guanyin asked, "Why does this person have to go through the suffering of ten reincarnations before he can obtain the true scriptures?" ”

For example, he said: "Only because the golden cicada was originally a fierce creature of the ancient flood and desolation, and the anger has not disappeared, it takes the suffering of reincarnation in ten lifetimes to achieve perfection, achieve the body of luck, and change the protagonist of heaven and earth, so that you can successfully attain the Buddhahood." In the first few reincarnations, even if you have good luck, you will eventually be crippled, and even if you go through suffering, you will eventually not be able to become a true Buddha, which is not suitable for me to teach. ”

"The disciple is taught. ”

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In the Lingxiao Treasure Hall above the nine heavens, the immortal aura is pervasive, the divine light is shining, the Jade Emperor is sitting in the middle, and Tai Baixing slowly stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, the South China Sea Guanyin Bodhisattva has found the person who learned the scriptures, and it is the ninth reincarnation of the golden cicada." ”

At this time, as the master of the Three Realms and the most powerful person in the world, the Jade Emperor was expressionless, his index finger tapped lightly on the table, and he secretly thought to himself: The battle of the self-proclaimed gods, although the heavenly court has completed the god position, it can be described as a strong soldier and a strong horse, and there are countless capable people, but there are always few people available, just because the influence of the two sects has not been dissipated, whether it is the five gods, or the star gods, most of them are Taoist disciples, nominally under the control of the heavenly court, but usually they are not able to work, and it is difficult to dispatch, so that the dignified heavenly court was actually killed by a demon monkey outside the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, although there is a suspicion of making a play, but as the co-master of the three realms, it is really the biggest shame, and it has become a laughing stock in the world。

However, after all, the Taishang Laojun is a saint, but he can't, he has to rely on Buddhism to reduce the influence of Taoism in the heavenly court, and the trip to the west soon is the biggest opportunity, as long as the westward journey is successful, the golden cicada successfully attains the Buddha's position, Buddhism will be prosperous, and then with the help of the canopy and the power of the blinds, the heavenly court will also share a piece of luck, and then unite with Buddhism, will definitely eliminate the influence of the Taoist gate in the heavenly court in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, the Jade Emperor finally had a smile on his face, waved his hand and said: "When this person who learns the scriptures disappears again, it is the beginning of the real tribulation, and we must always pay attention to it." ”

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And far away in the Thirty-Three Hatred Heaven Doushi Palace, Taishang Laojun sat in front of the gossip furnace, holding the dust, his eyes slightly closed, and a pair of boys stood on both sides.

Taishang Laojun is the incarnation of Lao Tzu, the body of a saint, the leader of Taoism, his identity is noble, and he has already thought about it in his heart.

After experiencing the battle of the gods, the pattern of Taoism's dominance was completely broken, the sect was wiped out, and the sect leader Tongtian was taken away by the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, and his whereabouts are unknown; although the sect was victorious, but its vitality was greatly damaged, and most of the disciples under the seat were retreated to the fairy mountain, and a few people were allowed to enter the Buddhist gate, which can be described as miserable, and the sect leader Yuan Shi Tianzun preached all day long, and it seemed that he no longer cared about the affairs of the three worlds.

On this trip to the west, Buddhism adheres to the luck of heaven and earth, and Daxing is unstoppable, but he had already expected it when he turned Hu into a Buddha, so it was harmless.

However, Heavenly Court is also beginning to move, and it is imperative for the two parties to unite, and the Dao Gate can only temporarily recuperate, waiting for the next tribulation and becoming the protagonist of heaven and earth again.

However, it is impossible to completely suppress the Daomen, although the Monkey King is the key chess piece of the great prosperity of Buddhism, but he also adheres to the luck of the Buddha and Taoism.

Taishang Laojun slowly opened his eyes, brushed the dust, and the samadhi true fire in the gossip furnace was blazing......

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The words are divided into two ends, at this time Tang Song is talking about Tang Song, lying on the back of the horse half-dead, at this time it has been more than ten days since the departure, Tang Song only feels that the buttocks are as painful as being exploded, and the inner sides of his legs are also swollen and painful, for people who have never ridden a horse, riding a horse for dozens of days is no different from torture.

In the end, Tang Song came to a conclusion that high-level riding is really not a man's forte.

"Ding Da, what boundary have you reached?" Tang Song turned over and dismounted, found a crooked neck tree, sat down with grinning teeth, and asked the Ding brothers who accompanied him.

The Ding brothers are the two guards sent to him by Li Yuan, the elder brother is called Ding Wu, and the younger brother is called Ding Zhan, but Tang and Song prefer to call them Ding Da Ding Er, and with Tang and Song's shiny big bald head, the three of them together have a sense of domestic children's cartoons.

"Cangchang!"

There seemed to be a sharp flash in the dark forest, and the long knife suddenly came out of its sheath, and it was already on the neck of Tang and Song with a chill.

"National teacher, we are almost out of the realm of the Tang Dynasty, and we don't know where this barren mountain is. The corners of Ding's mouth hooked, and he replied with a smile, but there was murder in his eyes.

"Ding Da, what are you doing here?!" Tang Song hurriedly leaned back, his body was already scared into a cold sweat, and asked loudly, the poor monk gave you such a cute name, and now you are treating me like this!

"Master of the National Teacher, this West Heaven is a long way away, and there are countless demons and monsters along the way, my brothers and I think that their skills are low, I am afraid that they do not have the ability to protect the National Teacher to reach the West Heaven. Ding Da Ding Er stood side by side, the long knife in his hand was tightly pressed against Tang Song's neck, and said slowly.

"Your sister! Is there one of the eighty-one difficulties of Tang Seng in the original work? Don't play it casually, okay? Let's respect the original work!" Tang Song scolded in his heart, and quickly thought of a way out in his mind.

"Two, the two of you are on the mission of the Tang King, are you not afraid that the Tang King will punish the crime in the future?" Tang Song rolled his eyes, straightened his chest and said awe-inspiringly, the ancients' fear of kings can be described as deep-rooted, as long as there is a slight threat, I am not afraid that you will not show your feet.

"Thank you for reminding the national teacher, my two brothers are originally people in the rivers and lakes, and they have long been tired of many rules of the imperial court, and they have wanted to get out of the sea of suffering. Ding Da said that the blade pressed down again, and motioned for Ding Er to bring the package carrying gold and silver.

"Uh...... Wait, wait, wait, there is something to say, even if you are not afraid of the imperial court, don't you have a family? This is a great crime of the Zhujiu clan! Think about your old mother who has no one to take care of, think about your beautiful wife in your family, and think about your child who is waiting to be fed. A smile appeared on the corner of Tang Song's mouth, at this moment he was in his chest, no matter who he was, he was attached to his family and relatives, when his loved ones were threatened, most people would always compromise, it was really despicable like me.

"No!" The two dry words pierced Tang Song's heart in an instant, and a deep sadness suddenly surged into his heart.

"My two brothers have no worries since they were children, and they don't have any relatives for a long time, didn't King Tang inform the national teacher of this?" Ding Da's face was expressionless, and his eyes were full of mockery.

"Alpacas!"

Tang Song's smile froze completely, and he roared wildly in his heart: Your sister! I have long known that the old man is unreliable in doing things, but I didn't expect it to be so unreliable, just hire two Jiangyang thieves to accompany him, and he hasn't held the other party's handle in his hands, and what's even more annoying is that he brought me so much gold and silver, Li Yuan, you were sent by God to play with me! You deserve to be usurped by your son!

Feeling the cold blade hovering around his neck, and the breath of death getting closer and closer, Tang Song couldn't help coughing lightly, looked at the two of them with a sincere face and said: "I suddenly think that the words of the two brothers are very reasonable, this road to learn from the scriptures is far away, there are countless difficulties and dangers, and there are many demons and monsters, not to mention the two brothers, even I regret it very much now, what kind of thing is this done by people! ”

"Humph!"

Ding Da snorted coldly twice, his face became more and more cold, "So far, does the national teacher think there is any point in saying this? This barren mountain and wild mountain is a good place to kill people and kill people, gods don't know, ghosts don't know, even if they die, no one will know, take this money, my brothers and sisters can continue to live a happy life, let you go, we don't feel at ease, we only believe in the dead!"

"Damn, I don't eat it hard and soft. Tang Song secretly gritted his teeth, saying that the good supporting characters are all brainless, mentally retarded and natural? Or is it that as the protagonist, my mouth cannon skills are not enough, and it seems that there is only one last way left.

"I finally advise the two of you, as the so-called sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the ground, Amitabha Buddha. At this moment, Tang and Song Dynasty seemed to feel the brilliance of Buddha nature shining on the earth, and the holy Buddha light shining on the world.

But the next moment, Tang Song was already shouting desperately at the top of his voice: "Come on, help! Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha Rulai, Jade Emperor, which immortal descends to save the poor monk!"

Damn, mentally retarded! The Ding brothers looked at Tang and Song as if they were looking at a neuropath, and they glanced at each other, and a sense of superiority in intelligence spontaneously arose.

Seeing the disdainful expressions of the two, Tang Song secretly sneered in his heart, two ignorant mortals, you two know an egg! As the protagonist of heaven and earth, how could I receive a bento so easily? Lao Tzu Dao'er can be someone! This calamity must be a god who deliberately came to test him, but it is estimated that it is just like the original book to scare and scare, and when the time comes, he will naturally get out of trouble.

"Poof!"

Tang Song felt a chill in his chest, and looked at the blade that Qi Brush had sunk into his chest in disbelief, and an extremely intense pain instantly spread throughout his body, making him scream, a mouthful of blood kept spraying out from his mouth, and there was a blur in front of his eyes, feeling that his strength seemed to be disappearing little by little in his body, life was eaten away little by little, and waiting for death was the most terrible experience in the world.

"How is it possible?!How is this possible?!How can I die?!How can I die?!I am Tang Sanzang, the reincarnation of the golden cicada, who went to the west to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures! How could I have been killed by two thieves! Why did no one come to save me? Why the hell?!" Tang Song's consciousness gradually began to blur, and with the last trace of strength, he raised his right hand, raised his middle finger to the sky, and then tilted his head, with a stomach full of doubts and unwillingness, and completely lost his life.

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In the Great Leiyin Temple in the West Heaven, the Buddha suddenly frowned slightly, looked at the Guanyin Bodhisattva on the side, and asked, "I don't know where the scripture taker has been?"

"Let the disciples pinch one or two. Guanyin's eyes closed slightly, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Buddha, he is dead." ”

Buddha: "......"