Although it is difficult to travel west, few people know that these eighty-one difficulties are not evenly distributed on the way to obtain the scriptures.

In fact, Tang Monk's first half of the journey was always smooth, and often only encountered a disaster after half a year (from Shuangcha Ridge to the Six Thieves in the original work, it was from summer to winter), but when it came to the back, it was often three or five days before it hit a monster.

However, it was only a few months since Tang Seng came out of seclusion, and he did not have such a deep understanding of this, and he felt that the journey seemed not as dangerous as Feng Xue said.

When the New Year was approaching, Tang Monk felt a little homesick. Feng Xue ignored the monk's sentimentality. She just went to Shandong to pack a table of Shandong cuisine and came back, eating it all over the mouth.

"Monk, don't you eat something?" Feng Xue stuffed a nine-turn large intestine into her mouth and asked Tang Monk with a vague voice.

Tang Sheng folded his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, and then shook his head and said:

"A monk should not be greedy for the desire to enjoy the taste. It is enough to have these steamed buns."

"It's up to you." Feng Xue didn't force her to see this, but she was thinking in her heart, how long could this monk last?

It’s basically nonsense to be healthy if you only eat vegetarian food. It would be fine if you sit at home often, but it would be time to go on a long distance every day like this. Sooner or later, it would be over.

In fact, if you change to a normal person, you will be done like this long ago. But who made this monk be the white and fat people raised by the group of Buddhists in the capital? When he set off, he ate Erlang Shen's vegetarian meal. Feng Xue didn't believe it if there was no food in it.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Tang Monk began to chant scriptures there again. Feng Xue was bored and continued to write his serious literature.

But at night, Tang Monk had already fallen asleep, Feng Xue suddenly stood up, cast an external incarnation and looked at Tang Monk, turning into a stream of light and heading towards the West...

...

"It should be here..." The lightning fell to the ground. Feng Xue felt the breath around her, her eyes narrowed slightly. Before he could search, a white light burst out from the water-

"Xiaolong Ao Li, I've seen Jiang..."

"My surname is Hou now." Feng Xue interrupted Bailong's words and his eyes swept across the smooth scales.

I have to say that even in terms of human aesthetics, this dragon is very beautiful.

"Tell me, what do you want to do when I release my breath in the middle of the night?

"Little Dragon is daring, want to ask you for a chance to atone for your sins?" Bailong put his head on the ground, and the dragon horns were almost poking into the ground. If the dragon clan had not had the excellent flexibility, he would not have been able to show such a twisted and humble appearance. Feng Xue raised his lips and said with a smile:

"How do you want to atone for your sins?"

"It depends on your order." Bailong opened his mouth and a white dragon ball floated out.

The dragon ball has a jade texture and is gentle in luster, but there is a faint black air on it, which destroys its beauty.

Dragon Ball is the condensation of a dragon spirit. Mastering the dragon ball is equivalent to mastering the lifeblood of the dragon.

Feng Xue reached out to pick up the dragon ball and started playing with it gently. The hard and oily feel was very addictive to the touch.

Feng Xue led a trace of merit to fall on the dragon ball, and the black air on it immediately dissipated a little. Seeing this, Feng Xue confirmed that the white dragon was the original dragon, not some strange suture monster created by the Western Sect, and then nodded and said:

"Okay, I have some things you need to do..."

Listening to Feng Xue's voice transmission, Ao Li's expression experienced several changes. After hesitating for a moment, he said with a look of death as if he was home:

"Ao Li understands!"

"Relax, it's not that you are going to die. I'll leave the Dragon Ball first, and I'll give you back after the matter is done." Feng Xue waved his hand casually. Ao Li did not hesitate at all this time and turned into a human form. After three bows, he turned into a white horse and threw it into the water. In a blink of an eye, he was already completely gone.

...

In the early morning, Tang Monk slowly woke up under the lazy morning light. He first checked the robes and pass certificates pillowing under his head, then relaxed and got up to start dressing.

At this time, Feng Xue was holding an oil cake in her mouth and drinking soy milk in every bite. When she saw Tang Monk get up, she waved her hand and said:

"Do you drink soy milk? It's still hot."

Tang Seng smelled the bean fragrance, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, then said:

"Then I thank the donor."

"Everyone said to call me... Forget it, just call it whatever you like. How far are you planning to go today?" Feng Xue took the simple map he got from a nearby village and roughly estimated the situation around her.

Because the landform has been relatively flat recently, Feng Xue did not use any magic, and the speed of the two seemed a little slow. However, from the map, it will be at least two days before you can go to Guanyin Zen Temple.

"How can this kind of thing be said accurately? Try to walk around. If you can meet someone, village, town, stop and rest. If you can't meet someone, you will walk to the sun set." Good guy, he is so tough that he can speak!

Feng Xue didn't say much about this, and reached out to a little. In front of the dilapidated temple where she was boarding last night, an old tree suddenly turned into a group of maroon horses. Tang Monk looked at Feng Xue's horse rolling over, his eyes widened. Seeing his expression, Feng Xue reached out and patted the horse's head and said with a smile:

"This is called fetal transformation and change shape. It is essentially manifested by borrowing the factors of innate demon gods all over the world. Although it looks like a horse, in fact, it is just taking the form of a horse. Its essence is the part of the horse's bloodline that belongs to the innate demon gods."

Tang Monk really wanted to say that I didn't understand if you introduced me like this, but he was also very proud of his face (there are many manifestations in the original work, so I won't repeat it here). I was embarrassed to say that I was ignorant, so I pretended to be worried and said two words:

"Demon God..."

"Don't worry, the demon god is just a statement. To put it bluntly, there are all demon gods who have become monks halfway through the journey." Feng Xue said casually, and Tang Seng was so scared that he immediately closed his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently.

Feng Xue laughed at Tang Seng's attitude. If he was a truly pious person, he would either refute or ignore it at this time, and he was so scared that he recited scriptures. Of course, he felt that he shouldn't have thought about it, so he felt fearful.

"Interestingly, it seems that the reason why Jin Chan was demoted seemed to be "relaxed Buddhism"..." Feng Xue murmured in her heart that she became more interested in leading this Tang Monk in a wrong way, but he also knew that this matter should not be too urgent. After all, Guanyin is still following him now!

Feng Xue felt sorry for her in her heart, Guan Shiyin was also muttering in her heart at this time—
Chapter completed!