PS: Pay attention to a detail, at this time, there is a god of Luojia Mountain by the side of Guanyin Bodhisattva, so why did you say that there was no black bear essence when you received it? Why is this?

Along the way, Jin Chanzi and the little white dragon talked happily, but they didn't say a few words to Sun Wukong.

In the middle of the line, the golden cicada watched from afar on the horse, and suddenly saw a village courtyard on the side of the road falling from the sky, although it was secret, but it was impossible to escape the eyes.

Jin Chanzi thought that it should be a god and Buddha, and said: "Wukong, the people in front of you, you can spend the night, and you can do it again tomorrow morning." ”

Sun Wukong looked up and said, "Master, it's not a village." ”

Jin Chanzi said: "How is it not?"

Sun Wukong said: "People's villages, but there are no flying fish to stabilize the spine of the beast, this is a temple and a nunnery." ”

As the master and apprentice spoke, they had already arrived at the door.

Jin Cicada got off the horse, only to see that there were three big characters on the door, which were "Li She Ancestral Hall", so he entered the door. There was an old man there, with a number of beads hanging on his top, clasping his palms together to greet him, as if he had expected the golden cicada to come, and shouted, "Master, please take a seat." ”

The golden cicada glanced at the holy statue in the hall, did not worship, only stood the white horse in the courtyard, the old man saw it, and did not say much, that is, called the boy to offer tea.

After tea, Jin Chanzi asked the old man: "What is the 'Li Society' in this temple?"

The old man said, "We are the border of Zephan Hafei. There is a village behind this temple, and they are pious and set up this temple. The one who is in is a village, and the one who is in the society is the god of the earth. Every spring ploughing, summer ploughing, autumn harvest, winter Tibetan day, each do three livestock, flowers and fruits, come here to the shrine, in order to ensure the four o'clock Qingji, the five grains are abundant, and the six animals are luxuriant. ”

When Jin Chanzi heard this, he nodded and praised: "It's three miles away from home, don't be a rural style." I'm there for people. Not the same. In my hometown, the society has the meaning of hometown, so there is 'lecture poetry and calligraphy.' On the social situation in the communication'. ”

The old man was slightly stunned when he heard this, and did not answer. But he asked, "Where is Master's Immortal Township?"

Jin Chanzi said: "The little monk is the one who went to the West to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures in the Tang Dynasty at the behest of the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Passing by Baofang, it will be late, specially cast the Holy Shrine, stay overnight, and the sky will go. ”

The old man was very happy, said a few words of diswelcome, and asked the boy to cook.

The golden cicada looked at the boy's face, his eyebrows were like a small moon, and his eyes were like double stars. Jade noodles are naturally happy. Zhu Li's lips were a little red, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, and he didn't think much about it, he thanked the old man after eating, and then looked out the window, but it was a rope for his clothes.

Sun Wukong looked at the golden cicada with his eyes, thinking of the white horse without reins, and when he was about to go, he tore it off. Tie the horse's feet.

The old man laughed and said, "Where did you steal this horse?"

Sun Wukong said angrily: "You old man, you don't know how to speak! We are holy monks who worship Buddha, and we can steal horses?"

Lao Er smiled: "It's not stolen, how can there be no saddle bridle reins." And they came to tear up the cord of my clothes?"

Jin Chanzi said: "This naughty is just dry." Thou shalt tie the horse, and ask the old man for a rope. How can you just tear off his clothes? The old gentleman is not strange, he is not strange. I'm a horse. I'll tell you the truth, I didn't steal it. Yesterday came from the east. To the eagle sorrowful steep stream, the original riding of a white horse, saddle brands. And behold, there was a dragon in the stream, and he swallowed my horse and the bridle. Fortunately, my apprentice has some skills, and I felt that Guanyin Bodhisattva came to the stream to catch the dragon, and taught him to become the white horse I originally ridden, with the same hair, and carried me to the west to worship the Buddha. Now I crossed the stream, but I didn't get a day, but I arrived at the holy shrine of the old ancestors, and I haven't put a saddle bridle. ”

The old man said: "Master Hugh blame, my old man is a joker, who knows that you are serious." When I was young, I also had a few village money, and I was good at riding a horse, but because I was tired of being old, I lost the fire, and I lost my place in the second half of my life, so I used it as a temple to serve incense. Fortunately, after this, the Zhuang donor's family raised money to survive. I still have a saddle bridle there, which is my dear thing in my daily life, and even if I am so poor, I have never been willing to sell it. I just listened to the words of the master, the Bodhisattva is still saved, the dragon taught him to turn into a horse to carry you, but my old man can not have less help, tomorrow will take the saddle brand, willing to send the master, buckle the back to go, begging for a smile. ”

When the golden cicada heard this, he couldn't thank him enough. In the morning, I saw the boy take out the evening fast. After fasting, put on the lamp, set up the bunk, and go to bed.

Jin Chanzi didn't sleep peacefully, he said to Sun Wukong that he wanted to read the scriptures, hold the book and wait, and it was a night.

The white horse stood under the window, but he didn't sleep, he was concentrating on his qi and recovering the dragon's power, saying that it was the golden cicada reading scriptures for a night, but it was actually a night for the little white dragon protector.

Until the next morning, when the sky was about to dawn, Jin Chanzi dozed off, and Sun Wukong got up and shouted: "Master, that temple wishes Lao'er, last night we were allowed to saddle the bridle, and asked him if he wanted it, don't spare him." ”

Before he could say anything, I saw that the old man, Guo Qing, carrying a pair of saddle bridles, liner reins, etc., all the things that were used immediately, were all ready, and he put them under the corridor and said: "Master, the saddle bridle is offered." ”

When the golden cicada saw it, he was happy to accept it, and the old man wanted to saddle the bridle for the white horse, so he hurriedly said: "Don't dare to bother the old man, Sun Wukong took it, and put it on his back to see if it is commensurate or not." ”

Sun Wukong said yes, stepped forward, picked them up one by one and looked at them, and they were really good things.

Sun Wukong was secretly happy in his heart, and put the saddle bridle on his horse, as if he was measuring it, but he didn't think about it.

When Jin Chanzi looked at the little white dragon, he saw that his eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't bear to drip them.

Jin Chanzi smiled slightly, thanked the old man, and the old man hurriedly picked up and said, "Panic, panic!

The old man didn't stay anymore, so please get on the horse. Jin Chanzi went out and glanced at the boy standing under the eaves, climbing the saddle and getting on the horse, and Sun Wukong carrying the luggage.

The old man took out a whip from his sleeve, but it was the handle of the incense vine of Piding'er, and the tip of the tiger tendon thread. He bowed his hand on the side of the road and said, "Holy monk, I still have a hand, and I will send it to you." ”

The golden cicada immediately answered: "Promise more, give more!"

was inquiring, but the old man had long since disappeared, and when he looked back at the shrine there, it was a bare land. I only heard someone say in mid-air: "Holy monk, how simple is you." I am the land of the gods of the mountains of Raka Mountain, and I was sent by the Bodhisattva to send saddle bridles and you. Thou shalt try to go westward, but thou shalt not slack off. ”

In a panic, the 'golden cicada' rolled off the saddle and dismounted, looked at the sky and bowed: "The disciple is mortal with the naked eye, and he does not know the face of the gods, and he hopes to beg for forgiveness." Trouble to convey to the Bodhisattva, deeply blessed. "The golden cicada naturally won't kneel down to worship the little mountain god, just because the original god is out of the body, chase after the general to block the Luojia Mountain God, and the body rolls off the horse.

The god of Luojia Mountain was on his own, when he suddenly saw the golden cicada appear in front of him, and asked, "Who is the monk?

The appearance of the golden cicada primordial god and the physical Tang monk is completely different, and the god of Luojia Mountain naturally can't see it.

Jin Chanzi said: "Guanyin took the little white dragon treasure pearl, and wanted to mess with it with the saddle bridle?"

The god of Luojia Mountain looked at the golden cicada, half loud, smiled helplessly, and said: "How did you find out about the poor monk? The poor monk thinks that his current spell is a thousand times stronger than you, and the magic of illusion is definitely impossible to see through with your current ability. ”

Jin Chanzi smiled slightly, ignored the god of Luojia Mountain, and said, "Guanyin, do you want to hide like this? As he spoke, he looked at the boy on one side.

The boy was planted behind the god of Luojia Mountain, and when he saw the golden cicada, his eyes were full of doubts, and his face was worried.

Luojiashan said: "Golden Cicada, what do you mean by this? Isn't the poor monk right in front of you?"

Jin Chanzi said: "Guanyin, although the little white dragon pearl is a treasure, it is also a murderous thing, and if you take it greedily, it will definitely bring disaster." He glanced at the boy and said: "You go and return, but half a day, I want to come, I came to find the little white dragon, but unfortunately, last night the little monk read the scriptures all night, so that you have no chance." ”

Seeing the golden cicada staring at him, the boy sighed and said: "Although this thing is fierce, it is the mystery of the five spirit roots, since the poor monk has succeeded, there is no possibility of returning it." What you said is true, after obtaining the pearl, the poor monk played carefully for a long time, and indeed found some doubts, but he was not allowed to approach the little white dragon and asked a question to solve the doubts in his heart. ”

Jin Chanzi shook his head and said: "Guanyin, Guanyin, until now, do you still have to take into account the ridiculous dignity of the gods and Buddhas? Some doubts? Are they really just some doubts? Since you don't say it, let the little monk say, why didn't you take the pearl when you crossed the eagle stream and saved the little white dragon? Why did you have to give the Jade Emperor to release the little white dragon? Sun Wukong's crime is much bigger than the little white dragon, you didn't even give the Ming Jade Emperor, so you let the little monk relieve him of his calamity, why did the little white dragon have to do more? And now why did you take the pearl and return? He also incarnated as a little boy, and the mountain protector god himself was by his side. (To be continued......)