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Chapter 342 The Wooden Temple on Thorn Ridge (4K chapters)

With the goal of 500 million experience points, Huang Yang will be much more energetic in his work.

However, the four masters and apprentices rested for a while, and then started to walk again. On the main road, they went west all the way.

For Sun Wukong, he hadn't done anything for more than a year, but his hands were itchy.As for Tang Seng, he wished he could arrive at Daleiyin Temple in Xitian in such a peaceful manner.

But think about it and know that this is impossible.

When the master and apprentice were thinking about it, they suddenly saw a long and winding ridge in front of them. The avenue stretched into the ridge and was entwined with thorns and vines.

Tang Seng looked at the long ridge, dismounted immediately, and looked into the distance: "Apprentices, this road has been entangled by thorn trees, vines and thatch, so how can we get over here?"

Sun Wukong: "Let's go like this..."

Sun Wukong said without paying attention to the thorns.

Only to hear the Tang monk said again: "You wait for the body of a fairy, so naturally you have no fear of these thorns, but Master, I am only a mortal body, riding on a horse, these thorns block the top, teach me how to ride a horse?"

The Drifting salute was placed in the space of the boxwood. Drifting leaned on the crescent shovel and said: "What's so difficult? Wait for my old Sha to use the crescent shovel to separate the thorns, not to mention riding a horse, even if you carry a big sedan chair. can pass."

Hearing Drifting's words, Tang Seng thought for a while and said, "Although this method is stupid, it is a good one. But how far is this thorny ridge? When are we going to shovel it?"

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "That's easy to say, when my old Sun Fei goes to the sky to see it, he will know the range and distance of the Thorn Ridge."

After all, Monkey King flew into the sky with a fight.

Seeing that the thorny ridge is really endless, you can still see the traces of the road at the beginning, and the back is basically submerged by thorns, turning into a sea of ​​thorns.

Countless vines are climbing, and there are many sword grasses blocking the road. There seems to be bamboo forests and cypresses in the middle, and there are plum trees and willow branches floating. Especially as you go to the west, the thorns almost become forests.

After watching in mid-air for a long time, Sun Wukong pressed down the cloud head, looked at Tang Seng and said: "Master, the range of this Thorny Ridge is a bit wide, my old grandson can't see the edge at all, maybe it's hundreds or even thousands of miles away. "

Hearing the results of Monkey King's investigation, Tang Seng couldn't help being surprised and said, "What should we do at such a distance?"

Drifting laughed and said: "Master, what are you worried about? At worst, you can learn from the one who burns wasteland and burn it with one fire. Then people who come here later will not be hindered by these thorns."

Tang Seng couldn't help scolding: "Wujing, don't talk nonsense. I don't know how many creatures are under these thorns. If I really burn them with a fire, I don't know how many creatures will be burned to death. My Buddha has such a compassionate heart. With the intention of compassion in my heart, I cross the world to help people. If I want to cross this thorny land, I have to find another way..."

"There is no other way, only to slowly develop a path." The Drifting Monk muttered.Then he transformed into a three-foot real body, held a crescent shovel, and shoveled towards the earth.

In front of the crescent shovel, the crescent gas is like a sickle of death, harvesting clusters of thorns.

Countless thorns fell down, and Sun Wukong used a golden cudgel to lift the fallen thorns to the side of the road, and a road began to lengthen with the efforts of everyone.

100米、200米、500米、1000米、2000米……

In one day, I drove about 100 miles.

For ordinary people, this is definitely an unattainable distance, but for Sand Monk and Monkey King, this distance did not bring out their own strength at all.

Tang Seng calculated that it would take at least 10 days to open this avenue.

This is not counting the rest time in the process.

The time on the 10th is not a lot for Tang Seng’s journey of learning Buddhist scriptures in units of years, so Tang Seng didn’t care about this time, just treat it as a good deed of road construction.

After traveling for more than a hundred miles, it was getting late. The four masters and apprentices saw an open space, so they came here to rest.

But he saw clusters of sword grass standing on the edge of the open land, covering a stone tablet behind.

Take Sun Wukong to push Jianmao away, but there are three big characters on the stone tablet, just like the mountain full of thorns, it is the three big characters of Thorny Ridge.

Under the three big characters, there are two lines of 14 small characters, which read: "The thorns can be climbed for eight hundred miles, and there have been roads and few people in ancient times."

Seeing this, the Drifting Monk smiled honestly and said, "It's only 800 miles? My old Sha thought it was more than 1000 miles..."

"Do you think it's too little in 800 miles?" Sun Wukong couldn't help laughing from the side.

Drifting didn't answer, just scratched his head and smirked.

But Tang Seng got off his horse and looked like Drifting Monk, Huang Yang and Sun Wukong and said: "It's hard for you, we will spend the night here today, and leave tomorrow morning!"

But seeing the Drifting Monk wiping the sweat from his hands on his body without any image, he said: "Master, while the sky is still bright at this time, I'll just finish warming up, why don't I just walk all night."

"Just finished warming up?" Tang Seng couldn't help but raise his voice a little.

But the Drifting Monk grinned and said: "We are not those mortals, we are delicate and weak. Don't talk about driving for a day, even if we drive for 10 days and a half months, there is no problem!"

Hearing that Tang Seng was not as good as talking, he had to follow Drifting and Monkey King's insistence.

Sand Monk didn't stop in his hands, and Sun Wukong didn't stop either.

And so on for a day and a night.

I stopped because an ancient temple appeared among the thorns.

The ancient temple looks like it has been around for some years. It has been exposed to the wind and the sun, and it has not been repaired for an unknown period of time. It has become dilapidated. There are some bricks and tiles in front of it that can shelter the wind and rain. Tangled into a mass of broken soil.

Sun Wukong stepped forward to examine it carefully, and seemed to smell a monster, but it was not clear, so he said: "This place is not good, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time."

But the Drifting Monk didn't sense any evil spirit, looked at Sun Wukong and asked doubtfully, "Brother, it seems that this place has been deserted for many years, and there are no ferocious birds or beasts here, so why shouldn't we stay for a long time?"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and there appeared behind the broken temple gate an old man wearing a horn scarf, wearing light clothes, holding a cane, and wearing straw sandals. The naked ghost official, with a plate of bread on his head, knelt down towards Sun Wukong and Tang Seng and said: "The great sage, the holy monk, the little god is the land of Thorny Ridge. Knowing that the great sage and the holy monk are here, there is no way to treat them. I specially prepared a plate of steamed cakes, and offered them to the holy monks and great saints to satisfy their hunger."

Don't mention the food, Drifting Monk and Tang Monk didn't feel anything, the self-proclaimed land brought the steamed cakes, but the master and apprentice were a little hungry.

Sand Monk stretched out his hand to get it, but he heard the Monkey King yelling loudly: "Hold on, this guy is not a good person! Just now my old Sun Mingming smelled the monster, but he didn't find where the monster is. It turned out to be waiting for us here. Hey , Monster, don’t show your original shape quickly!”

When the old man saw Sun Wukong's golden cudgel hitting him, he turned into a gust of wind and swooped towards Tang Seng.

Huang Yang was at the side, although he hadn't said anything, he was always ready.

While Tang Seng retreated, he grabbed Tang Seng and moved towards his back. With the other hand, he slashed towards the Yinfeng, and the Yinfeng scattered. A ghost claw quietly appeared behind Huang Yang and grabbed Tang Seng.

Huang Yang wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Tang Seng's soul was directly grabbed out of the body by the ghost claw, turned into a cloud of smoke and went underground.

Tang Seng's body suddenly became limp like a shaved chicken paw.

Fall forward.

Huang Yang quickly supported Tang Seng and found a flat place for him to rest on.

Sand Monk couldn't help being puzzled and said: "It is rumored in the demon world that Tang Priest's flesh can make people live forever, but they have never heard that our master's soul can make people live forever. This monster can't catch the master's body. What are you doing with your soul? Are you full?"

Sun Wukong: "Things are not that simple!"

Huang Yang couldn't help but thought to himself: Of course it's not easy, people don't intend to eat Tang Seng's meat at all, but are planning to persuade Tang Seng to quit and let him give up the idea of ​​learning Buddhist scriptures!

After all, the eight monsters in Thorn Ridge are all loyal Taoists. Whether they were ordered by someone to persuade Tang Seng to retreat is still uncertain.

After all, Journey to the West has the greatest impact on Taoism. If the Buddha rises and the Tao disappears, the Taoism will inevitably weaken because of the growth of Buddhism.

Although Yuanshi Tianzun and Taishang Laojun agreed to the request of the West and the East when they conferred the gods and measured the calamity, it does not mean that they will do nothing.

Regarding the spread of Buddhism to the east, the two saints' approach is to stop it if they can, and if they can't stop it, then they have to get some benefits from it.

That's why Huang Yang had this conjecture that the Eighteenth Lord of Thorn Ridge was a dark hand set by the Taoist sect.

If Tang Seng can be persuaded to quit, then he will naturally retire.

If there is no way to persuade them to quit, then it can be regarded as a homework assignment for Journey to the West.

It is said that Tang Monk's soul was detained, and was carried by the ghost official to a hazy stone house and gently put down.

The old man clasped his hands towards Tang Seng and said, "Don't be afraid, Holy Monk, we are not villains, but the Eighteenth Lord of Thorn Ridge. I wanted to invite you to come and talk about poetry and friends, and talk about Dharma, but I didn't expect you, Holy Monk. This apprentice is very capable, but in desperation, I had no choice but to take the soul of the holy monk. But even if the body of the soul is fine, I have the Soul Condensation Pill, as long as it is integrated into the soul of the holy monk, it will make the holy monk The monk briefly had a sense of 'flesh'."

After saying that, the old man took out a jade bottle from his bosom, and poured out a pitch-black pill from the jade bottle.

Just the scent of the medicine made Tang Seng feel that his thoughts became much clearer. He didn't know that this was a good treasure.

The old man flicked his fingers slightly, and the elixir was shot into Tang Seng's soul immediately.

In just a moment, Tang Seng's soul solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After getting the benefits, Tang Seng just slightly believed the old man's words.

Mr. Guzhi asked Tang Monk to build a small building in the bamboo forest. Before he arrived, he vaguely heard someone saying: "Mr. Guzhi invited the holy monk to come..."

Sparsely, it seems that there are many people.

When he followed Mr. Guzhi to the place, he saw a few old men forming a big circle, and there were two unoccupied seats left in the east of the circle. It seemed that they were waiting for him and Mr. Shiba.

Sitting down with Mr. Gu Zhi, the three old men who raised their heads were facing, the first one with two white temples was a juniper tree spirit - Ling Kongzi, the second one was a bamboo spirit with green temples - Fuyun old man, and the third one was a man with white temples. The wintersweet extract of the color of peach pollen and Daisy - Zhaxiangzi.Not only their appearances are different, but their clothes and demeanor are also different.

On the left beside him sits Mr. Gu Zhi, on the right sits Xingxian, and on the left of Mr. Gu Zhi sits Osmanthus Essence.

A few people formed a circle, but they heard the lonely old man laughing and said: "I have always heard that the holy monk is a true practitioner. I have been waiting for my brother for a long time, and today I am lucky to meet you. I hope that I will spare no expense in jewels and jade, and sit in my arms, which shows the true meaning of Zen." group."

They come, the security!
Seeing that no one seemed to be peeping at him, Tang Seng stood up and bowed, saying, "You guys are polite. I don't have much talent, but I don't dare to give it to you. The masters are true practitioners. During the discussion, I hope the master will be merciful. If there is something wrong, please correct me..."

Then Tang Seng looked at the Gu Zhigong and asked: "I'm just here, but I don't know the real names of the immortals. I wonder if the immortals can tell me so that I can call them by name?"

Just listen to that Gu Zhi openly said: "I have nothing to do, and you are very good. I am Gu Zhigong who has cultivated a cypress tree into a fairy body; the one with white temples is a cypress tree cultivated into a fairy body, named Ling Kongzi; Ling Kong The one with the green temples next to the house is made of green bamboos and is called Fuyunsou; the one with peach blossoms and colors on its face is made of wintersweet, named Caixiangzi; and the one behind me is a maple tree, everyone. Everyone calls him a naked ghost; as for the embellished silver flowers, it is Dangui who got the Tao..."

Mr. Guzhi introduced everyone to Tang Seng one by one. Tang Seng nodded frequently and showed courtesy.

After getting acquainted with everyone, Tang Seng asked again: "May I ask Duke Gu Zhi what is the life expectancy of the benefactor?"

Gu Zhigong laughed and said: "Are you asking my age? It can be said that I am the oldest here, and I have a long-lived annual ring. Our youngest fellow Taoist is all of this age..."

Guzhi made a comparison of three, and Tang Seng immediately understood what it meant.

"The youngest is three thousand years old?"

It is simply an age for mortals to despair.

However, Tang Seng immediately corrected his attitude. At the age of thousands of years, even if the opponent is not a first-class fairy, he is still a big monster entrenched in one side.

Comparing the age with this kind of existence is simply asking for trouble.

But I heard that Gu Zhigong clasped his fists towards him and asked: "Dare to ask the holy monk, how old is it?"

Tang Seng put his palms together and said: "I am 40 years old now. My life has been entangled by disasters since I was born. My birth mother sent me into the water to escape, and I was rolled to Jinshan Temple with the waves before I escaped the danger and got this life..."

"I see……"

Several old men caressed their beards and sighed: "The holy monk has been practicing Buddhism since he was born, and he has practiced since childhood. He is really a monk with Taoism. Now we are lucky to have the holy monk visit us. I hope that the holy monk will not be stingy." Let me teach you a thing or two about Zen..."

Tang Seng heard the words, but laughed and said: "Dharma, Tao, heaven and earth, one seeks, dare not teach, only for communication. The so-called Zen is tranquility. The so-called Dharma is freedom. The degree of tranquility is only learning to enlightenment. Enlightened ones, cleanse the heart and cleanse the mind, free from vulgarity and dust..."

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(End of this chapter)