Fahai travels through Tang Sanzang

Chapter 3 The master has the power to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger

Fahai does not take the road, but chooses the secluded trails in the deep mountains and forests.
"You horse, your legs are not as strong as a poor monk." Fa Hai led the horse, seeing the horse panting and struggling to lift its hoofs, he couldn't help laughing: "How can you carry the poor monk up to the west sky? ?"

This white horse was a gift from the Tang king, and among ordinary people, it can also be called a horse of a thousand miles.

But following Master Sanzang into the world of demons and gods, I am afraid that I will lose my life in vain.

"Let's go back."

Fa Hai took off the salute and patted the white horse's butt: "If you encounter a monster with powerful magic, the poor monk may not be able to protect you."

Ma'er was quite spiritual, and seemed to understand Fa Hai's words, rubbed lightly beside Fa Hai a few times, snorted a few times, turned his head three times in one step, and went back to the realm of the Tang Dynasty.

Between the mountains, there is not half a household.

Picking some wild fruits at will to satisfy hunger and quench thirst, it can be regarded as a practice along the way, one is to exercise the will, and the other is to temper the body by the way.

Master Sanzang is physically weak, but it is not.

An eminent monk who carries the Buddhadharma can draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to fill his body, and hides the essence of blood in his body, but he does not know how to mobilize it. Now Fahai runs them one by one, not for anything else, but to cultivate a golden body of Arhat.

Fa Hai is not an arrogant person. If you think about it, a thousand-year-old monster like Bai Suzhen has such a path, and it is quite wasteful to deal with it. If you meet those ten thousand year demon kings, you can only rely on this "ordinary" body. , I'm afraid more bad luck.

Fortunately, Guanyin Bodhisattva bestowed the golden cassock and the nine-ring tin cane, two Buddhist sacred objects, otherwise Fahai would have to find a place to cultivate a mana capable of reaching the sky before he would set out.

The spiritual energy of this world is lush and lush, and Fa Hai consciously cultivates thousands of miles a day and achieves twice the result with half the effort.

While walking, a gust of wind suddenly hit, and I saw a fierce tiger standing on the rock in front of me, but behind me, a few long snakes snaked out of nowhere, and there was no way out.

There are many poisonous insects and beasts along the way. Fa Hai is not afraid of it, but he can't help but think: How can a mortal like Sanzang be able to walk on such a dangerous road?Not to mention the many disasters along the way.

When he was thinking about whether to show weakness and see if he could deceive the immortals who were hiding from the left and right, the fierce tiger was already pounced on him.

"What a bastard."

The "General Yin" of the previous mountain is not Fahai's opponent, let alone the wild tiger in this mountain?

Before that Shanjun could attack his ferocity, he felt his waist slump and his lower abdomen tightened. Then, when Fa Hai was already riding on it, he slapped his head with a slap in the face: "The poor monk is lacking in leg strength."

This big gangster goes down, even if he is the king of beasts, he also turns into a delicate and cute pet.

"Master is so handsome!"

At this time, he saw a hunter, holding a steel fork, haunting the forest, and he cooked a few long snakes in two or three times.

Fa Hai took a closer look at it, and was amazed inwardly: This person is really extraordinary, he seems ordinary, but he is immortal, but he doesn't know where he is sacred.

This person should have used the method of concealment, not as unobstructed as Taibaijinxing, and now the mana is no longer at its peak, and he can't see his origin for a while.

Thinking about it, it should be the "savior" of this catastrophe on the road to the west, right?

The hunter packed up the long snake, stepped forward, and asked curiously, "Why is the master walking alone between these mountains?"

"Amitabha Buddha." Fahai pressed the big cat's neck with a Zen staff in one hand, and held a Buddha salute in the other. "The poor monk Tang Sanzang, ordered by the king of Tang to go to the Western Heaven to seek the true scriptures, has not yet thanked the benefactor for help."

"The master has the power to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, how can the mere mountain snake and insect injure the master?" The hunter laughed: "I am an hunter in this mountain, my surname is Liu and Boqin, and my nickname is Zhenshan Taibao. It is also fate to meet the master now. It's getting late, Master, why don't you go to the humble house to rest for a while, and then stop and set off tomorrow?"

"The poor monk is disturbing."

If you can have a place to rest, naturally it is stronger than the wind and sleeping in the open.

After all, it was still under the rule of the Tang Dynasty, and it was not that easy to seduce some wise men.

Although it is a human world, there are also hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Some people seem to be just civil servants on the surface, but secretly they also part-time dragon executioners.
The little demon in the previous mountain was probably arranged in advance, and Liu Boqin was probably also aware of it, otherwise, those mountain goblins would not be allowed to stay until now.

I rode the big cat all the way, followed Liu Boqin through a winding hillside, and came across a villa.

The so-called towering ancient trees are wild vines on the road.The wind and dust are cold in Wanhe, and the weather in Qianya is strange.The fragrance of wild flowers permeates the body in one path, and several poles of bamboo are green.The grass gate tower and the fence courtyard are worthy of description and painting; the slate bridge and the white clay wall are really happy and rare.Qiu Rong is desolate, refreshing and lonely.The yellow leaves are falling near the road, and the white clouds are floating on the ridge.In the sparse forest, the mountain birds roared, and outside the village gate, the fine dogs chirped.

Truly an extraordinary place.

Fa Hai sighed inwardly, Datang really hides dragons and crouching tigers.

"Where are the little ones?" Taibao in front of the door snorted, and saw three or four children walking out, all of them with strange shapes and evil appearances, showing a wild and imposing manner.

At this moment, they are all curiously looking at this elder riding a big tiger, and they are all in awe.

Fa Hai turned over and got down from the tiger, recited a few dharmas silently, and then pressed a Buddhist handprint on his seal hall. The big cat who was subdued by the quilt became more docile and obedient, and went to lie on the side of the villa wall.

"Are there women, children, young and old in the strong man's family?" Fa Haiduo asked.

"There are old mothers in the hall, and there are children playing."

"You can't be careless like this." Fa Hai inserted the nine-ring tin stick into the big cat's side and said, "Please also ask the strong man to borrow a strong rope."

"Go." Taibao gave the servant in front of him a look, and the servant walked quickly to the villa, shouting as he ran, "An elder has captured a beautiful tiger."

In an instant, the villa was shaken, and some fearless little dolls came out to watch, causing the mother to worry and scold.

"It doesn't matter." Liu Boqin smiled and said, "I also often go to the mountains to hunt tigers for food, but I usually bring in all the dead tigers. Now that they can see the real thing, it can boost their courage. "

Liu Boqin held a banquet, because the monks did not eat meat, so Liu's mother made some vegetarian meals to entertain the eminent monks.

Fahai saw that several little dolls were smart and well-behaved, but he did not hesitate to pass on a set of Arhat Fuhuquan, which attracted another thank you.

That night.

Fa Hai and Liu Boqin sat opposite each other in the courtyard of the villa.

"My Dao Master's tenth reincarnation is a mortal person, but he never thought of awakening his true spirit." Suddenly a silver light fell into Liu Boqin's body, and he saw Liu Boqin cupped his hands and smiled: "Master, it's been a long time."

Liu Boqin's voice fell, but it was a change, and he actually changed his appearance. He was dressed in white and had a folding fan in his hand, and his temperament was outstanding.

Fa Hai was stunned for a moment, and raised his vigilance: "Who is your Excellency?"

He really didn't know this person, so he slowly calculated in his heart: Listening to his words, I am afraid it is an old acquaintance of Jin Chanzi a thousand years ago, but I don't know whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Liu Boqin seemed a little surprised when he heard the words, and said solemnly: "Since the master has such a cultivation level, why do you pretend to not know the old man? Jin Chanzi, do you really know Yang Jian and Yang Erlang?"

hiss--

Although he doesn't know the person, but the name "Yang Jian Yang Erlang", I am afraid there is only one family in the Three Realms, there is no semicolon, how can he not know?
Could it be that Jin Chanzi had a past with this Yang Erlang a thousand years ago?

"Is your Excellency Erlang Zhenjun of Guanjiangkou?" Knowing that he asked yes, without waiting for the other party to reply, he continued: "The poor monk's surname is Chen. Later, the king of Tang gave him the name Tang Sanzang, but Jin Chanzi never had the name. Now he was ordered by the king of Tang to go to the Western Heaven to seek the scriptures. Did the real monarch admit the wrong person?"

(End of this chapter)