Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 8

The next morning, Xuanzang woke up, and the post officer downstairs had already prepared a fast meal, and he respectfully called him "Master".

Xuanzang also benefited from the reputation of Jinshan Temple in this neighborhood to receive the kind treatment from the post officer. He smiled back at the post officer and thanked him.

After eating the vegetarian meal, Xuanzang set out on the road with Chen Hui, pulling weeds and picking flowers along the way, selling them to the mall, and getting a lot of points, but he didn't let these items be put on the shelves of the mall, so as not to cause anger among the few people in the group. Yelling.

After all, they can only be envious, with dozens and hundreds of points each, and they can't afford it at all.

Due to the secret cover function of the chat group, this scene did not attract anyone's attention, but a wildfire burned the flowers and plants on the road.

Xuanzang's strength was extraordinary, and he became even more frenzied in the back. He directly uprooted a large forest of trees with great force, and sold the thick land to the mall.

"Ding, I found a spiritual grass, which can be exchanged for [-] points, do you want to exchange it?"

"Ding, I found a spirit flower, which can be exchanged for [-] points, do you want to exchange it?"

"Ding, I found a spiritual tree, which can be exchanged for [-] points, do you want to exchange it?"

"Ding, I found a few spiritual soils, which can be exchanged for [-] points, do you want to exchange them?"

"Ding, I found a few spirit insects, and I can redeem one thousand points, do you want to exchange them?"

"Ding, I found a elixir, which can be exchanged for [-] points, do you want to exchange it?"

……

Along the way, Xuanzang practiced uninterruptedly while scraping the ground. If he was not afraid of too much noise, he would have lifted a mountain directly to exchange it.

I don't know how many points I have accumulated, and I can't remember exactly how many tips to get points.

One month later, Chang'an City.

A handsome monk came from a distance outside the city gate, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, with a faint smile on his face.

The journey went smoothly, without encountering any robbers and robbers. Although my own points have not reached 100 trillion, they have reached a jaw-dropping level.

Name: Xuanzang

Level: lv10.3 (hidden), surface level lv1.0
Identity: Leader of Tiantian chat group
Points: 8000 million points.

Many types of weeds and wild flowers have reached the upper limit. Xuanzang accidentally exchanged a broken immortal energy stone and found that his approach was a bit stupid. Although flowers and plants can be seen everywhere, they are not as good as some Treasures, even including immortal energy or meritorious power, have a high exchange point.

It is estimated that the value of an ordinary fairy weapon can be worth more points than his hard search along the way. If he is so time-consuming and laborious, it is better to start the journey to the west, grab the treasures of those monsters, and even sell the monsters directly to the mall.

Thinking about this point clearly, Xuanzang didn't plan to continue searching. The 8000 million points are enough for him to consume for a while now.

When he arrived in Chang'an, Xuanzang first went to the city to feel the customs and customs of the capital of the Great Tang Dynasty. The Great Tang Dynasty in this fairy world is very different from the Tang Dynasty in the previous life, and the scale and layout are far ahead.

Fish and dragons are mixed in the market, not only mortals, but also monks and gods. There are also gods resident in the Temple of the City God.

Everyone in the army of the Tang Dynasty has blood and energy in their bodies. Once the battle begins, the dragon's energy rushes, and the gods may be captured without fighting.Many of the arresters of the Tang government are monks who have cultivated themselves, not only to eradicate rape and evil, arrest criminals, but also to slay demons and demons.

Xuanzang passed by a fortune-telling booth, and when he heard the conversation between a gentleman in white and the fortune-teller, he couldn't help but stop, and stopped to listen.

"I think Mr. is handsome and has won the benefits of the river. He came from the river, right?" The fortune-teller asked, staring at the white-clothed gentleman who appeared in front of him.

The scholar in white closed his black fan, looked around, sat down beside the fortune-telling booth, and replied seriously: "I came down from the mountain!"

The fortune teller shook his head with a smile, squinted his eyes and said, "What do you want to ask, sir?!"

"I want to ask Mr. about the wind and rain in the sky. Let Mr. calculate it for me. How will the weather be like tomorrow?"

"Okay, I'll make a divination for my husband!"

The fortune teller grabbed a handful of copper coins, shook them a few times in his hand and threw them on the table.

"Is it over?"

"Well, it's over!"

"Then what will the weather be like tomorrow?" The white-clothed gentleman asked, he had the final say on the cloud and rain, how could it be counted on by a mere mortal.

The fortune teller looked at the hexagram and said: "Clouds pass over the top of the mountain, fog covers the top of the fence, if you want to ask about the water, it must be in the Ming Dynasty."

The scholar in white sneered and said, "What do you mean, please explain clearly!"

"Clouds are spread at the hour of the day, thunder is at the time of day, it rains at noon, and the rain stops at noon. The water is three feet three inches and 48 o'clock!" The fortune teller explained.

The scholar in white sneered, "Are you serious about what Mr. said?!"

The fortune teller rubbed open the paper fan and said with a smile, "There's no reason not to take it seriously!"

"Well, if it rains tomorrow and the number of rains is correct, I will give you 50 taels of money; if there is no rain tomorrow, or the number of rains is wrong, I will smash your facade and your signboard." , drive you out of Chang'an!" The white-clothed scholar said coldly, with contempt in his eyes.

"This benefactor, please listen to the little monk!" Xuanzang said suddenly at this moment.

Both the white-clothed scholar and the fortune-teller turned their gazes over, and looked up and down at the little monk in fluttering white clothes.

The white-clothed scholar frowned, and he poured his power into his eyes to look over. This person's heels and feet are ordinary, just an ordinary person.

He couldn't help but said angrily: "You little monk, why are you here to interrupt, Jane..."

Before the word "straight" came out, he saw the fortune teller who pinched his finger just now spurted a mouthful of blood, his expression flustered.

"I don't know where the great god is in person. Yuan Shoucheng, the disciple of Jiejiao, has seen this holy monk!" Yuan Shoucheng was a little panicked. He followed the decree of that man to lay out his plans in the lower realm, but he did not expect to meet an existence who was counterattacked by heaven's secrets after a little calculation.

If he hadn't made a sound, Yuan Shoucheng would not have noticed that the young monk had stood by for a long time. The more Yuan Shoucheng thought about it, the more frightened he became.

There is no other reason, even if his cultivation base is one or two realms higher than him, he can still make some calculations, but this one in front of him has no way of calculation at all, and he is probably already a Da Luo Jinxian or a quasi-sage.

The white-clothed scholar's expression froze, he was not a fool, the disciples of Jiejiao were disciples of sages, and most of them entered the list of gods, so there must be many calculations in order to lure him here in this market.

"Xiaolong Aofeng has seen this holy monk, and he didn't know Mount Tai just now, so don't be surprised. I don't know what the holy monk has to teach?" The Dragon King of Jinghe didn't dare to trust him, knowing that the person in front of him could make Yuan Shoucheng bow down. , certainly not simple.

"The two benefactors don't need to be too polite. The young monk is just an ordinary monk. I think there is a fixed number of rain in the sky. This benefactor, Ao, don't change the hour of the rain without permission, otherwise we will not be able to escape the Longtai!" Xuanzang said inexplicably. He said something, then turned and walked away.

Jinghe Dragon King felt that these words were a bit inexplicable. Could it be that Yuan Shoucheng could count on the will of the Great Heavenly Venerable? !
Yuan Shoucheng was secretly startled, "It must be that this senior couldn't bear the Jinghe Dragon King to be framed and lose his life, so he came here to make a point!"

"However, destiny is hard to break, and the Jinghe Dragon King will..." Yuan Shoucheng looked at the Jinghe Dragon King, with a little pity in his eyes, and the Jinghe Dragon King looked a little creepy.

Ao Feng also had no intention of staying in the imperial city for a long time, and after a salute, he played a trick and disappeared around the corner of the market.

After returning to the Jinghe Dragon Palace, I saw the Eldest Prince looking forward to it at the entrance of the hall, and asked aloud, "Father, did you make a bet with that Yuan Shoucheng?!"

"En!" He replied lightly, and was about to say something else when he suddenly saw a golden light above the Dragon Palace.

"Hurry up, an angel is coming, prepare to welcome it!" The Dragon King of Jinghe hastily summoned the officials of the Shui tribe to welcome the decree of heaven.

(End of this chapter)