The Tang and Song dynasties were about to go out of the cave, but they saw a sudden flash of light in the sky, and then a huge nest made of branches and weeds slowly floated into the sky, covering the top of the cave.

"Oh no!

Seeing this huge nest, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but exclaim, and waited for the nail rake across his chest.

"Who are you talking about?!" Tang Song was taken aback and asked in disbelief.

"Wuchao Zen Master of Futu Mountain. ”

Zhu Bajie said with a solemn face: "There is a Futu Mountain not far ahead, the old pig has passed by there a few days ago, and when he saw the beautiful mountain scenery and Zhong Lingyuxiu, he had the idea of living for a long time, but he happened to meet the Wuchao Zen master who practiced here, and the old pig started with him, but this person's magical powers are really amazing, and the old pig is not an opponent at all, so he ran to this Fuling Mountain until he met you. ”

"It turned out to be Wuchao Zen Master!"

Tang and Song were secretly frightened, there were really a few guys with extremely mysterious origins in the Journey to the West, and this Wuchao Zen Master was one of them. Not only did he give Tang Seng a copy of the "Many Heart Sutras", but also the supernatural powers were simply boundless, not only downplaying the attack of the monkeys, but also accurately predicting the various disasters of the westward journey later.

You must know that even in the world of Journey to the West, where the gods are running all over the place, there are very few characters who can predict, but all of them are extremely powerful, so his identity has always been derived from many speculations.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a person slowly walking down from the lair, but it was an old monk with white beard and hair.

"Wuchao Zen Master, what are you doing here?!" Zhu Bajie shouted as if he was facing a great enemy, holding a nine-toothed nail rake, his eyes full of solemnity.

Wuchao Zen Master glanced at Zhu Bajie and said with a smile: "It turned out to be you, a pig demon, but I didn't expect to come here, but it was a good thing, but this time the poor monk did not come for you, but for the elder who learned the scriptures." ”

After saying that, the Zen master walked straight to him, ignoring the grinning Sun Wukong next to him, and asked with a smile: "But the elder who went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures?"

Tang Song didn't dare to slack off, and was busy bowing down, who knows which father this is, the water is too deep in the west, it is better to be cautious.

"The poor monk is the monk who went to the west to seek scriptures, dare to ask who the Zen master is?"

"The Poor Monk's Nest. ”

"I wonder why the Zen master came to the poor monk this time?" Tang Song asked softly.

What the hell is the black nest, when I was a child, I almost thought that Nescafe was refined! It was not until the bird's nest was built that I suddenly realized that this product was moved to Beijing, and I also used the Olympics to renovate my old nest.

Just thinking about it, I only heard the Zen master say: "It's only because the poor monk counted that the elder passed by here, and there was something on his body that he wanted to give to the elder, so he came." ”

But why are you in such a hurry? Originally, according to the route of the journey to the west, we will arrive at Futu Mountain in another month, so why rush for a while?

But after all, it was also a kindness, Tang Song nodded, and then stretched his hand forward: "Zen master, don't worry about handing it over to the poor monk!"

The Zen master raised his eyebrows slightly, and said curiously: "The elder knows what the poor monk gave?"

"Naturally, it is the "Many Heart Sutra" that can eliminate demonic obstacles. Tang Song said confidently.

Anyone who has read the original book knows that this is a mysterious scripture book that has no eggs, although the Wuchao Zen Master once said that reciting this sutra when encountering a magic obstacle can avoid harm, but in fact, Tang Seng was caught by a group of little monsters and didn't see any effect along the way, it is estimated that this thing is like chicken soup for the soul in the Buddhist scriptures, and the translation is estimated to be - there is a Buddha, afraid of a dick!

The Zen master shook his head with a smile, glanced at Tang Song deeply and said, "The elder is not a real scripture learner, this heart sutra is useless to you, what do you want it to do." ”

"Huh?" Tang Song was stunned, I'm not a real learner?

Looking at the smiling and silent Zen master, Tang Song sighed in his heart, if others said so, he would have asked the monkey to stab him with a stick and stab him with a chrysanthemum, but the identity of this old monk was too mysterious, and he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

Tang Song took a deep breath and said with a forced smile: "The poor monk was personally identified by Guanyin Bodhisattva, how can it be fake!"

The smile on the Zen master's face deepened, and he slowly spoke, "Does the elder know his origin?"

Tang Song said: "If the Buddha is a disciple of the tenth reincarnation of the golden cicada." ”

The Zen master nodded and said: "The reincarnation of the tenth golden cicada has achieved perfection, adhering to the luck of heaven and earth, becoming the protagonist of the calamity, and after seeking the true scriptures, he will be full of merit and achieve true Buddha." ”

Tang Song swallowed his saliva, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart, and he said in a trembling voice: "Isn't that the poor monk like this?"

The Zen master sighed: "Although the elder has good luck, he is crippled, just because you are the ninth reincarnation of the golden cicada, not a real scripture learner. ”

"The ninth reincarnation?!"

It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in his mind, Tang Song's eyes were dark and he sat on the ground, looked at the Zen master in front of him in disbelief, and said with a forced smile: "The Zen master is joking with the poor monk, right?"

The Zen master clasped his hands together: "Amitabha!"

Tang Song stood there stunned, thinking back to all the things he had experienced before, as if he had been empowered, and all the things that he had been unable to figure out before were now suddenly realized.

No wonder he always felt that his journey to the west was getting more and more weird; no wonder the emperor he met in Chang'an was Li Yuan's old goods; no wonder Guanyin did not notify him in advance when he subdued Sun Wukong and others; no wonder the monsters did not hesitate to kill him; no wonder no gods never came to save him; no wonder they always felt that the heavenly court and the Bodhisattva deliberately wanted him to die, no wonder ......

At first, I thought it was the butterfly effect caused by the crossing, but I didn't expect that he was not the Tang Seng in the original book at all, but the ninth reincarnation of the golden cicada!

Tang Song looked confused, saying that what was the ending of the reincarnation of the ninth golden cicada? It seems that he was worn by Monk Sha and hung around his neck! Doesn't that mean that he has not been a few days away from becoming a fine work of art.

And most importantly, since he is not the protagonist of this tribulation, doesn't it mean that the Heavenly Court, Buddhism, and even Taoism all want to kill him? I will go! In the end, it will not develop to the point where Rulai and Guanyin will personally go down to the earth to ravage him! Then even if he opens a few more golden fingers, it will not work!

As if he had seen through Tang and Song's thoughts, the Zen master smiled and said: "Under the Heavenly Dao, the rules of the Three Realms must be observed, and there is no great power to attack you in the tribulation." ”

Tang Song breathed a sigh of relief, as long as those sect leader-level figures did not take action in person, he would have the strength to fight by relying on the golden finger and the monkey, and it was far from the time of despair.

Looking at the sky, Tang and Song suddenly felt a sense of pride and ambition rise in their hearts, even if the ninth life is reincarnated, what does it matter? Under the way of heaven, all living beings are equal, in order to seek immortality, poor monks must fight for that glimmer of life!