In the Heavens

When accidents happened outside the territory, Journey to the West also entered a new stage. With Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing collectively fishing for fish, the scripture learning team was logically lulled into the illusion by the bone spirit.

In the illusion, Tang Monk and his disciples are also traveling west to learn Buddhist scriptures. Demons and ghosts are still indispensable, and Guanyin, Tathagata, and the gods of the Three Realms also make appearances at intervals, and the illusioned pictures really cannot be more real.

True and false, false and true. When it is true and when it is false, it is also true when it is false, and how many people can tell which is true and which is false.

Even Sun Wukong, who has piercing eyes, can't figure out whether he is trapped in an illusion or on the way to learn the scriptures.

Not to mention the mortal Tang Sanzang, he was on his way in a daze from the beginning to the end, completely unaware that he was deeply in an illusion.

Tang monks and apprentices entered the pit, and the guardians of the five directions Jiedi and the six Ding Liujia Dharma guardians were naturally no exceptions.

The environment that Li Mu painstakingly created was not something that young monks like them could see through. Even if the quasi-sage is not proficient in the law of illusion, he may get lost in it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the outside world was only a few hours, and a year of time had already passed in the illusion, and Monkey King, who was still vigilant, gradually relaxed.

Unknowingly, the Buddhist scriptures team entered a new country, and the plaque on the gate of the tower attracted the attention of Tang Seng, his master and his disciples. .

"Great ghost country!"

Sun Wukong, who took the lead, immediately jumped in front of Tang Sanzang after reading these four words and said: "Master, this world is so big, there are so many wonders, there is actually a country called ghosts.

However, as far as my old grandson knows, the ghost kingdom is the underworld dragon court opened in the underworld by the first emperor who had exhausted his lifespan in the past and was unwilling to enter reincarnation.

Since then, the emperors of all dynasties have followed suit. However, only a few dynasties with great luck can achieve this great feat.

The kingdom of ghosts in the kingdom of the world is not afraid of breaking taboos and causing disasters for oneself! It seems that most of the monarchs who have worked hard are old and confused, and they are crazy to want to create a dynasty in the underworld. "

After listening to Monkey King's ridicule, Tang Seng and his disciples all laughed. Different from the east land where the luck is at its peak, most of the human dynasties in the west are tiny places, and each of them is unaware of it, and often does some ridiculous things.

They have seen a lot along the way, but they have seen death, such as this kind of death directly in the name of ghost country, this is the first time their master and apprentice have encountered it.

Perhaps because he felt that the performance of the disciples was too exaggerated and did not fit his image as an eminent monk, Tang Sanzang scolded with a smile: "Wukong, stop talking nonsense!

The water and soil of one side nurtures the people of the other side, and the customs, customs and cultural customs of different places are different, so it cannot be generalized. Perhaps this Dagan regards itself as a ghost country, which is a local traditional custom.

In the past, as a teacher, I saw similar records in the Tang Jingshi Pavilion. It is said that during the Han Dynasty, there was a small country in the Western Regions called Guidong Country.

Now that I think about it, this Daqian Ghost Country is probably similar to the disappearing Ghost Cave Country. It is all due to the local customs and customs, which is why I gave myself this name.

Although it is somewhat impolite, it is understandable in this wild place. If you want to come to the ghosts and gods of the underworld and the Dragon Court of the Underworld, you won't argue with them. "

Time is the most capable of changing a person. After experiencing a series of setbacks, Tang Sanzang also slowly changed.

In the past, Sun Wukong would be reprimanded at most, and he would never give so many explanations.

Vaguely, from Tang Sanzang's tone, there is also the arrogance of being a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, which was unimaginable in the past.

But thinking about the wonderful things that I have experienced this year, and the various wonderful countries I have encountered, it is natural to feel arrogant. After all, there is no harm without contrast.

I thought the Tang royal family would be chaotic enough, but compared with the small countries in the western lands, it became a pure white lotus.

"Master, don't care what this big ghost country is, let's go to the city first! Change the customs clearance disk as soon as possible, maybe we can get a good vegetarian meal tonight.

By virtue of your name as an eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty, you, the emperor of Laozi Dagan Guiguo, why don't you come out to entertain him yourself? "

Zhu Bajie said with a smile.

It's just that the image of a fat pig with big ears abruptly turned his serious words into a farce, no matter how you look at it, it's so festive.

Fortunately, Tang Sanzang had seen this scene a lot along the way, and he had acquired immunity early on, so he was able to hold back his laughter.

Stepping into Daqian Ghost Country, Sun Wukong's hairs stood up all of a sudden, and the innate magical power of Lingming Stone Monkey told him that there was a big problem here.

But walking on the busy street, the surrounding environment is so normal that there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Without any accidents, with the signature of Dongtu Tang Dynasty, Tang monk and apprentice once again received warm hospitality.

After eating and drinking, he saw that the old postman who accompanied him seemed to have some unspeakable secrets. Tang Sanzang, who was used to helping those in need, immediately asked, "The elder's expression is in a trance. Could there be some unspeakable secrets?"

The old Yi Cheng blushed, and immediately knelt down, so frightened that Tang Sanzang quickly reached out to help him, and kept persuading him, "Please hurry up, elder, it's impossible!"

One person wanted to help, the other wanted to kneel, and the scene suddenly became deadlocked. Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing who were on the side watched the fun without any intention of interfering.

These are the tacit understanding formed by the four masters and apprentices on the way of learning scriptures. When encountering monsters, ghosts and apprentices, when encountering mortals pretending to be aggressive, it is the master's turn to perform.

Starting from the Great Tang Dynasty and traveling westward, even the mortal Tang Sanzang knew that this trip to learn scriptures was unusual.

Since the Buddhas of the Western Paradise intend to promote Buddhism, he, as a disciple, naturally has to contribute. Therefore, every time you pass through a mortal kingdom, you basically have to preach the scriptures.

No matter what the effect is, anyway, many dignitaries are fooled for a while, and become Buddhist believers in a daze.

Now that someone asked for help, Tang Sanzang naturally wanted to take care of it. After all, it's so cool to help others and enjoy the feeling of being worshiped by everyone.

As an eminent monk with ideals and revenge, Tang Sanzang also hopes that one day he can have his own place in the Holy Land of Lingshan.

Although he concealed it very well, even Tang Sanzang himself may not know it, but all the signs revealed inadvertently, he still concealed it from the three apprentices.

"Holy Monk, you deserve this obeisance, and let this old man finish speaking!"

The old Yicheng said tremblingly. As if he might die at any time, his eyebrows were full of nervousness, for fear of being rejected by Tang Sanzang.

"Master, this old official has something to say, then you should listen to him first! If it can be done, then help him to do it; if it can't be done, then you can help him make up his mind, it's not in vain Accept this gift."

Zhu Bajie said carelessly.

The role of the gold medal supporting role is vividly described. After such an interruption, the scene that was originally at an impasse changed instantly.

"This Changkao is right, holy monk, just listen to this old man speak slowly!"

While speaking, the old Yicheng also glanced at Zhu Bajie gratefully.

"This old man is sixty-seven this year. He has served as a post office receptionist for more than forty years. He has also seen many important people in his travels..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Sun Wukong interrupted and said, "You old official, you are too wordy. The point is, what are you doing talking about these useless things!"

"yes!"

"The elder is right. People tend to be long-winded when they get older, so I'll make a long story short.

From a small official to the position of the postman, I am used to the prosperity of the world, my life is not in vain, but there are unpredictable things, my life is miserable, little old man!

At this age when it should be buried in the soil, one after another white-haired people send black-haired people, and it seems that they will end up with no children and grandchildren.

Ten years ago, my eldest son's family was brutally killed by bandits when they went out to work. Pity my little grandson, who is not yet one year old.

Five years ago, my second son died young again, leaving only a little grandson who was a child and me to depend on each other for life.

The little old man has accumulated a fortune in his job as a courier, and he has accumulated a fortune, and it is not a big problem to raise his grandson to grow up.

But just a year ago, my poor little grandson suddenly contracted a strange disease, and he saw all the famous doctors in the city, but they were helpless.

Later, when a bodhisattva favored him, he accidentally met an old monk with white eyebrows. He prescribed a medicine to barely stabilize his condition, but he missed a special medicine to get a complete cure! "

When the words came to his lips, the old Yi Cheng stopped abruptly, with embarrassment written on the expression between his brows.

I saw Monkey King jumping up, rubbed behind the old man, patted him on the shoulder and said: "You old official, why are you still playing tricks here, just speak up if you have something to say.

If you continue to be so long-winded, we don't care! "

"Yes, never mind!"

Zhu Bajie immediately agreed.

While speaking, he reached out and pulled Tang Sanzang's sleeve, as if he wanted to drag him away, regardless of this trivial matter.

Seeing this scene, the old Yicheng gritted his teeth and said: "The special medicine is a drop of blood from a person who has sincerity, love, and great virtue.

But how can such a big man be found by a little old man. Even if they really met, how could the little old man be able to speak for no reason?

Just when the little old man was about to give up and go to the underworld with my poor little grandson, he finally asked me to wait for the holy monk.

..."

Suddenly, the old man's tears fell down. Although he didn't directly ask Tang Sanzang to bleed, that expression said everything.

Seeing this scene, Tang Seng immediately took two steps back, beckoned Sun Wukong to the side and asked, "Wukong, have you ever heard that human blood is used as a primer for medicine?"

After hesitating for a while, Sun Wukong nodded affirmatively: "My old grandson has indeed heard of using human blood steamed buns as medicine primers, but that's all done by ignorant village women, so it can't be taken seriously.

However, that is only for ordinary mortals. If it was the blood of the legendary sage, it might still have some effect.

But that is not something that ordinary people can bear. The energy contained in it may be able to support a hundred elephants to death, let alone a child under ten years old?

There must be something wrong here. Otherwise, my old grandson will go over and take a look? If it is really useful, master, you can also follow the example of your ancestors by cutting meat to feed the eagles and accumulating a lot of merit! "

It is impossible to cut meat and feed it to eagles. The mortal Tang Sanzang can't bear the pain, but it's just a drop of blood, so the problem is not too big.

Walking all the way from Dongtu Tang Dynasty, it is not uncommon to bleed from bumps and bumps, and I don't care about the drops.

After listening to Monkey King's words, Tang Seng nodded silently. Seeing this scene, Yi Cheng, who is mature and mature, immediately climbed up the pole and said: "The elders will see the sick, that would be great!

As long as I can save my poor little grandson, even if it costs my little old man's wealth and life, I will not hesitate! "

While speaking, the old man bowed down to monk Tang and his disciples again, without giving them any room to refuse.

"snort!"

With a cold drink, Sun Wukong said angrily: "You old official, you are not honest at all. You should keep your old life for yourself. Our masters and apprentices are all monks, and we can't see this most!"

Seeing the old man's embarrassed smile, and about to bow down again, Zhu Bajie waved his sleeves and said, "Listen to Brother Monkey, don't engage in such red tape again.

You're not smart at all, old boy. My monkey brother agreed, it must be cured by the medicine, why don't you hurry up and lead the way, in case the treatment time is delayed, hum! "

It seems that the fox is pretending to be the tiger, but Zhu Bajie has already dug a hole for Monkey King and Tang Sanzang. For practitioners, saving the life of an ordinary person couldn't be easier.

But that is the method of the practice world. If you use the world's law to cure the disease and save people, it will not be so simple.

Healing diseases and saving people by means of practice is undoubtedly violating the number of days, and it is inevitable to be backlashed by the number of days. In essence, it is deceiving Sun Wukong to be ignorant and ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth.

As the son of luck, a little bit of backlash is not worth mentioning to Sun Wukong, but his luck will inevitably be affected.

If too much luck is consumed, once the era belonging to Sun Wukong passes, the luck will drop to the bottom in an instant, and this Buddhist protector will basically be useless.

But that was the original Monkey King, who encountered the calculations of various forces at the same time. The monkey who was supposed to become a great supernatural being, after his luck passed, finally disappeared from everyone!

The Monkey King at the moment is not Tie Hanhan, and naturally he will not help people change their lives against the sky without authorization. He gave Zhu Bajie an angry look, as if to say: My grandson remembers, just wait!

But for Zhu Bajie, who is not afraid of boiling water, this little pressure is nothing at all. A casual joke, success or failure does not matter.

Under the guidance of Yi Cheng, a group of people stepped into the back house, only to see a yellow and thin child running over with small steps, and kept shouting "Grandpa".

Perhaps it was the little grandson's words that had an effect, and the old Yi Cheng suddenly became energetic. He picked up the little grandson and walked to Tang Seng and his apprentice.

"Holy Monk, look at my grandson's illness, what's going on?"

Tang Sanzang, who took over the child, looked at Monkey King with an embarrassed expression, as if saying: You blow out the cowhide, so you are responsible for the aftermath.

After all, for Tang Sanzang, seeing a doctor is really too embarrassing. His specialty is chanting scriptures, and it is the doctor's job to cure diseases and save people.

"Master, don't panic! Let my grandson see what's going on."

After finishing speaking, Monkey King studied the young boy in front of him. But the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and after a while he said: "It's really a miracle to be born with the wraith spirit, and to be able to live till now!

No wonder the blood of a virtuous person is used as medicine, obviously to use the meritorious energy of a virtuous person to suppress the resentful spirits, and prevent this thing from being born into the world to cause harm to the world!

It seems that the white-browed old monk who prescribed the medicine back then was no ordinary person! Old officer, my old grandson doesn't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky!

According to normal circumstances, the birth of a resentful spirit will definitely bring disaster to one side. The successive misfortunes of your family members should have started from the birth of resentful spirits.

But fortunately, there was an expert who took action to resolve the disaster in time, so it didn't cause a big pot. Now the resentful spirit is integrated with your grandson, if you can dissolve his resentment, you will surely achieve extraordinary things in the future. "

After finishing speaking, Monkey King turned his head to look at Tang Sanzang again: "Master, it seems that today you have to follow the example of your ancestors and cut meat to feed the eagles.

This kid is not sick at all, and the frailty and sickness shown are all caused by the resentment emanating from the resentful spirit.

Now that the two have merged, as long as this resentment is suppressed, and it takes a few more months to raise it, it will return to normal. "

Hearing this answer, the old Yicheng beside him was overjoyed. He doesn't know what kind of spirit is not. The only thing he knows is that his grandson is saved.

Seeing that the old man was about to kneel again, Tang Sanzang hastily stepped forward to help him and said, "Stand up, elder, this poor monk will take care of it.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If a drop of blood from a poor monk can save a life, so what if the blood dries up! "

The words of righteousness suddenly made Tang Sanzang's image much taller. It's just that this scene made Wufang Jiedi, who was following secretly, almost vomit blood.

In the prehistoric world, it is not possible to speak nonsense. Ordinary mortals talk nonsense, and the way of heaven doesn't care at all, but it's different for people who learn from the scriptures.

Fortunately, Tang Sanzang still had his sense of propriety, he just talked to himself, and didn't make any foolish ambitions, otherwise it would be a lot of fun.

Take the needle and let the blood out in one go. It was rare for Tang Sanzang to show a decisive side, and the old Yicheng was very grateful to see it.