Before we knew it, fifteen days passed by the Gaojiazhuang incident, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of miles returned to normal. People should do business, do business, farm, and live their lives, as if they had forgotten the horrible incident that had happened before.

One flower blooms, each with one branch.

About four or five hundred miles away, the poor Xuanzang walked step by step into the abyss under the glory of the Holy Mother of Sun Wukong.

Speaking of which, as Sun Wukong said, Xuanzang walked with dozens of kilograms of things on his back, although he was as tired as a dead dog, although the soles of his feet were blisters and the pain was unbearable when he was picked. Although his shoulders were bruised and bloodstained, he would stick to his clothes every day, and it would hurt severely once he was lifted, but his body was getting better and better. Compared with his previous soft appearance, he could be said to be half a man.

This should have been a happy thing, but Xuanzang's good luck has ended here. I wonder if he has brainwashed himself. Sun Wukong's thoughts became more and more perverted. He actually...

This day is a clear and clear day, with blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and clear waters, happy birds singing in the woods, spiritual beasts nodding their heads among the grass, peeping at the strange monk and the strange monk sitting cross-legged.

As time gradually came to noon, the sun became vicious. Xuanzang, who was sitting opposite Sun Wukong, had his lips chapped, his face pale, his body shaking, and he looked like he was about to be dead.

"Enlightenment, for the teacher, real"

Xuanzang was as angry as a wandering spring, and his voice was as low as the buzzing sound of a mosquito.

"The Buddha said that there are 84,000 insects in the clear water. No monk with compassion will have the heart to kill them. Master, don't you?"

Sun Wukong looked at the bowl of clear water between the two with compassion, and was alive with a living Buddha.

If Chu Feng was here, he would have been shocked. When Sun Wukong was speaking, a Buddha light flashed faintly behind his head, as if he had reached a certain level.

It is said that Sun Wukong is a spiritual stone monkey. He is versatile in changes, knows the heaven and the time, knows the right place, and changes stars to fight. His qualifications are the first among the three realms. As long as he learns something, he will learn it once. Some time ago, under Chu Feng's advice, he used the Holy Mother to address Tang Monk and devoted himself to reading Buddhism, but he was assimilated unconsciously. If Chu Feng knew about this, he would have regretted it.

Buddhism, especially Buddhism with mythological colors, is too evil. People who practice cultivation generally dare not touch it casually.

Sun Wukong is a very obvious example. He was possessed by a demon, wrong, and he was possessed by a Buddha, and he also deceived Xuanzang.

After all, it’s a flesh and blood body, how can you not drink water!

Xuanzang opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Qingshui. The Adam's apple moved, and he felt like he wanted to cry. Are you a master or I a master?

"Eight...84,000 insects, Wukong, what you said is, he...but he really can't stand it anymore."

As Xuanzang spoke, a halo appeared behind his head. The light carried the breath of nirvana and death, and seemed to be about to ascend to the Pure Land.

Strangely, this halo is bright and dark!

"Master, we meet in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss"

Sun Wukong closed his eyes quietly. Of course he would not die, but Xuanzang would die, so he could go with him.

"Amitabha, we meet in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

As death approached, Xuanzang felt a little more relaxed in his heart. Death is liberation, and it was so painful to seek scriptures with monkeys.

After using the tight mantra given by the Bodhisattva twice, it was useless. Did the Bodhisattva make a mistake? A monkey who is dedicated to Buddha does not need him to educate him?

It is okay to say that it is a confused and a clear mind. Xuanzang found himself standing up and his body floated towards the sky involuntarily. Isn’t the monk sitting on the ground the same monk?

"I'm so thirsty"

Xuanzang felt a little sad. He didn't even see the shadow of the West. He actually died. I'm sorry to the Buddha and Bodhisattva.

But something even more sad happened next. Xuanzang found that he stopped rising and was sucked by a cold and cold force from the Nine Netherworlds.

"Why, I shouldn't have gone to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, how could I go to hell!"

Xuanzang went to hell in extreme confusion.

...

The Underworld, on the tenth floor, the Hall of Yama, the Lord of Yama, is very busy. The world is too big, and countless souls come to the underworld every day.

In addition, in recent years, the densely populated Central Plains region has caught up with the change of dynasties. The old nobles and ambitious people of the Sui Dynasty drove the Emperor of Daye down at the cost of more than 30 million deaths, buried the once-prosperous Sui Dynasty, causing a large number of ghosts!

Today, he had just sent away a group of ghosts and noticed that a soul with Buddha's light came to the underworld. He took out the Life and Death Book and checked it, and was shocked. This man turned out to be the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of the Buddha. Xuanzang, this man clearly wrote on the Life and Death Book - Xuanzang, his life is not over.

Such a person actually appears here. Could it be that the secret of heaven has changed?

While meditating, a holy and vast force came to the underworld, and it goes without saying that who was coming.

"Xiao Wang, welcome Guanyin Bodhisattva"

King Yama walked out of his seat and came to the hall to wait.

A vicious wave in the air, with disheveled hair, barefoot, and glowing all over his body appeared.

King Yama didn't care. He had seen Guanyin many times. Guanyin had thirty-three incarnations, each of which was different. Although this one had never been seen before, it was acceptable.

"Yan Jun, where is Xuanzang?"

Guanyin asked politely, after all, it was someone else's place, and even though he saw it, he still had to go through the process.

"Gold, uh, the Holy Monk's soul is there!"

King Yama stretched out his hand and pointed. In the endless darkness, Xuanzang, who looked like a chaotic appearance, stood foolishly in the endless darkness.

"I'm here to take him back, don't know if it's possible?"

Guanyin's tone was still very polite.

“Natural, natural.”

Buddhism is powerful, so how dare King Yama say that he is not a word?

"Thank you, Mr. Yan"

Guanyin reached out and sucked Xuanzang in front of her, flew out, and disappeared in an instant.

"How strange, how strange..."

King Yama looked puzzled.

...

In the middle of the grass in a certain mountain, Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared instantly and sent Xuanzang's soul into his body. At the same time, he dripped a drop of poplar branches full of endless vitality.

The soul and the body were united, and vitality reappeared. Xuanzang, whose lips were chapped, coughed violently, but felt a warm palm holding his neck, and a bowl of water was delivered to his mouth.

Xuanzang took a sip, choking heavily, and coughing even harder.

"Drink slowly"

A soft sound, with endless warmth.

Xuanzang took a few sips, squinted his eyes, and found that the one who fed him the water was Guanyin Bodhisattva.

With disheveled hair and barefoot, his expression was filled with fatigue. When did Xuanzang see such a Bodhisattva, he was stunned.

"I forcibly interrupt the practice of holy methods, which hurts the soul."

Guanyin Bodhisattva explained.

"The little monk is ashamed and has affected the Bodhisattva"
Chapter completed!