"Elder, don't panic, this must be the great sage at the foot of the mountain scratching again." Erlang Shen, who turned into a guardian of the mountain, said this. Tang Seng was indeed interested and immediately said:

"Who is the sage that can make the earth shake?"

"The elder doesn't know anything." Erlang Shen helped lead the white horse, and while intentionally or unintentionally led Tang Seng to Feng Xue's direction, he introduced:

"This mountain was originally named Wujie Mountain, because my King of Tang conquered the Western Ding Kingdom and was renamed Liangjie Mountain.

When Qin Emperor ascended to heaven, the sky descended to this mountain, and a powerful man was pressed down. He was pressed to the foot of the mountain and was under the supervision of the mountain god's land. He used to teach some prescriptions for curing diseases and saving lives. If hunters in the nearby mountains had any difficult and complicated diseases, they would come here to find him to treat him. Every three or five doses of medicine can cure the disease. The mountain people were grateful for his kindness and often offered him some fruits and vegetables.

But after all, he was pressing down at the foot of the mountain and his hands could not touch the itch, so he would occasionally thrust his body to scratch it. However, this great sage is kind-hearted and although he often causes earthquakes, he never heard of anyone being injured."

"You should pay a visit to such a great sage." Tang Seng felt longing when he heard this. He was a lord who worshiped the temple. Even the monster could worship him. How could such a true sage be let go?

Leading the horse down the mountain for a few miles, I saw a person in the crack of the mountain.

He showed his head and stretched out his hands, but he didn't look embarrassed. His black hair was neatly combed, and there was no dust or weed on his face. He didn't look like a prisoner who had been pressed down here for eight hundred years, but rather like a teacher who was teaching in a college.

"The monk came to the east?"

Seeing Tang Monk coming, Feng Xue raised her eyebrows lightly, her tone was very casual, but this sentence containing words and magical powers made Tang Monk involuntarily answer:

"I came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."

"It's time again?" Feng Xue muttered thoughtfully twice, but deliberately let Tang Seng hear it.

Tang Monk was naturally very concerned about obtaining scriptures and immediately said:

"What does the donor mean?"

"Go to the scriptures?" Feng Xue naturally responded:

"Every hundred years later, a monk wants to go to the West to obtain scriptures, but none of them comes back."

"This..." Tang Seng frowned when he heard this. He had only been out of seclusion for dozens of days, and he was left as a monk. He went to the west for hundreds of thousands of miles, and he was afraid that his future would be worrying.

Although he was devoted to the Buddha, he was not going to die when he was afraid. He was still afraid.

"But don't worry, Guanyin told me before, probably because he thought you couldn't go like this, so I'll protect you from traveling west." Feng Xue waved her hand and looked like "I'm covering you", but Tang Seng frowned:

"How can you protect me from the west when you are pressed down at the foot of the mountain?"

"This is simple. Now you say a few words to this mountain, take a procedure, and then I can come out." Feng Xue told casually. Zhunti didn't make any Buddhist posts, because that kind of thing was useless to Feng Xue at all. He used serious magical powers and used the Buddha's kingdom composed of thousands of small worlds to suppress him here.

However, seeing Tang Seng's hesitation, Feng Xue added-

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you think you can. Anyway, I'm quite comfortable here, except that I can't scratch it..."

Tang Seng frowned, and there seemed to be two villains struggling in his heart, but in the end, he chose to make a move.

So, the monk walked to the mountain, folded his hands together, and silently recited:

"Disciple Chen Xuanzang, specially ordered the scriptures according to the order. If what this person said is true, ask the Buddha to release him and witness the Lingshan Mountain together; if this generation is a stubborn monster, it will be unlucky to make a disciple, and it will not be saved..."

Although Tang Seng's words were silently recited, Guanyin followed behind him all the way, for fear that Feng Xue would regret it. Now the sense of ritual has been shaped, so what are you waiting for?

So I made a seal and saw Buddha light lingering on the mountain, bursts of Sanskrit sounds soaring into the sky, followed by countless bubble-like apertures.

Tang Monk felt that countless worlds flashed in front of him. He wanted to look closely, but he couldn't trace them back.

"Stop looking, it's just a small space filled with Buddha's light. It's called the Small Thousand World. To put it bluntly, it's no different from the storage bags of monks." Feng Xue supported the stone walls on both sides with her hands, and casually hit Tang Monk's ambition that had just risen. Then she exerted force on her arm. With a "collapse", she pulled out her own way like an m-shaped starter that opened a red wine plug.

"You're coming out now?" Tang Seng thought that this powerful man who was tickling would make the earth shake and shake would be astonishing as he came out of the mountain. Now, when he saw it, it was no different from a child coming out of a dog hole.

"What else? I will be happy if I use force to collapse the mountain and then bury you alive?" Feng Xue rolled her eyes to Tang Seng, patted her clothes made of purely woven from true essence, stretched her waist hard, moved her muscles and bones that had not been moved for eight hundred years, and made a series of sounds like a burst of beans, and then said:

"Let's go, you're going to the West, aren't you? Go early and come back early!"

...

The two walked on the mountain road for three miles, but didn't say much. Tang Seng finally couldn't resist such an atmosphere and spoke:

"What's this person called?"

"My surname is Hou, just call me Hou Zi." Feng Xue's face was filled with indifferent indifference, but Tang Seng was a polite person and hurriedly said:

“Is this a bit disrespectful?”

"What's wrong with it? What do you call Li Er?" Feng Xue turned her head and looked at Tang Monk with a strange expression.

"Li Er?" Tang Monk frowned slightly, and then remembered that this was the name of the Supreme Lord, and he was immediately embarrassed.

Seeing that he did not answer, Feng Xue said again:

"Then what do you call Sun Wu? What about Zhuang Zhou? What about Confucius?"

“…”

Tang Monk heard one "celebrity" popping out of Feng Xue's mouth one after another, and suddenly felt stunned, and then said:

"Are you the ancestor of others - Hou Ling?"

"I'm right." Feng Xue nodded and exclaimed in a deliberate tone, "Those guys didn't even erase my traces, that's really strange!"

"I never thought it was the marquis who was in front of me. I was rude..." Tang Monk received a positive answer and hurriedly bowed. It was nothing about faith, it only concerns race.

"Don't care so much. After all, we are colleagues now. Maybe after you finish the sutra, you will be more famous than me." Feng Xuehui curled and said, "It's better to have a peer-to-people friends in the future. You call me a marquis and I call you a monk, that's it."

Although Tang Monk always thinks that it is strange, but Feng Xue said so, he couldn't refuse. He nodded slightly to show that he understood, and then he continued to talk about the topic:
Chapter completed!