When Lu Yi was taking Jiang Baijiu out of the city, outside the ninth city of Zhenzi, a young monk who was fair-skinned, clean, and gave people a very moist and unobstructed feeling was holding his hat with one hand and looking in the direction where Lu Yi and others were leaving the city.
After Lu Yi and Jiang Baijiu's troops completely disappeared into the vast mountains and disappeared from his sight, the young monk smiled slightly, put his hands together and saluted in the direction where Lu Yi disappeared, and muttered an extremely complicated scripture .
When he stood up, a faint dust-like halo was scattered on the young monk's body, as if he had taken off some extremely heavy shackles, and from the deepest part of his body emanated an extremely agile and erratic aura with a distant and lofty charm, somewhere between Taoism and Buddhism, and it seemed as if he had also cultivated the cunning and changeability of demons and monsters. In short, he had an extremely agile and changeable aura.
"Thank you, Master Fahai, for your kindness."
"I have struggled in the mud of the pagoda for millions of years, and today I have finally been able to escape. For such a kindness, I should... repay it with my whole body broken into pieces."
The young monk smiled, took off his hat in a very casual manner, and threw it away with force.
The hat was spinning like a huge bird, slowly riding the wind, and flying far, far away along the direction of the mountain wind. Finally, it landed crookedly on the top of a big pine tree at the foot of the mountain, swaying like a dead head stuck on the treetop.
The sound of light footsteps was heard.
A girl wearing a green long skirt appeared out of nowhere. She was quite fair and pretty, but there was a large patch of green vine patterns on her left cheek. At her temple, there was a half-opened pink flower among the green vines, which made her look even more charming. She walked lightly to the side of the young monk.
"Congratulations, Brahma Tripitaka!"
The girl smiled sweetly and lovely.
"You are wrong. You have been wrong all along... Brahma Wheel is just an appearance. It is the 'method' I use to deal with external demons... And Sanzang, hehe, is the 'zang' of 'bury'... 'zang' is the 'Tao' I pursue for eternity. It is my truth!"
The young monk said softly, "Brahma-lun Tripitaka has passed away. In this world, the only one who has shed all his worries and burdens, who is clean and free, is... Monk Sanzang."
Pursing his lips and smiling easily, Monk Sanzang turned around and looked the girl up and down: "It's been a while since I last saw you, but Saint Wan Miao has become even more beautiful and lovely... What do you think, am I right? In everything, there is gain only after loss, and only by giving up can you gain more... You destroyed Wan Miao Tian, ​​but what you gained was such a powerful and magical force?"
Wan Miao Saint sighed, she stretched out her left hand, and a ray of golden Buddha light shone faintly in the palm of her hand. Strange sounds of nature drifted slowly, and in the golden Buddha light, a mustard seed-sized seed exploded with a "pop", and the tender rhizome slowly emerged, the stem gradually grew, and green leaves and pink flower buds bloomed.
With a 'pop' sound , several small flower buds blossomed.
The flowers bloomed and withered in an instant. Several thumb-sized bloody skulls rushed out from the shattered flowers with shrill screams, circled around Saint Wan Miao for a few weeks, and then swayed in the wind, and turned into several three-inch tall, graceful and beautiful women in red skirts. They stepped on a wisp of blood cloud, jumped happily, and sang a creepy and weird ballad.
“I don’t care whether you are Sanzang or Sanzang.” Saint Wanmiao said dimly, “I listened to you and cooperated with you in doing those things. My only Dharma-teaching place in the lower world, Wanmiao Heaven, was completely slaughtered. The huge Wanmiao Heaven was completely destroyed.”
"If I can't get enough benefits, I won't agree." Wan Miao Saint Lady smiled and gently hugged one of Monk Sanzang's arms. Her two snow-white and tender palms suddenly turned blood red, like red-hot irons, emitting a terrifying high temperature.
The evil power crazily corroded Monk Sanzang's flesh and blood. His sleeves, which were being hugged, disappeared in an instant with two "hissing" sounds. A faint blood-colored smoke continued to rise from the place where Saint Wanmiao's palm touched his arm.
"Everything is superficial, nothing." Monk Sanzang drooped his eyelids and looked at Saint Wan Miao with a kind look: "Let go... You can't hurt me."
Saint Wan Miao hummed a song and whispered, "Try it, try it... Hee."
Monk Sanzang suddenly jumped up, his other arm suddenly raised, his palm turned into the size of a millstone, grabbed Saint Wanmiao's head, and pressed it heavily to the ground with a "bang".
Saint Wan Miao groaned and her head sank deeply into the hard ground.
The originally ordinary rock, at the moment her head hit it, was lit up with a faint light that looked like Buddha's light, but also had some Taoist fairy air, and even some evil and ferocious demonic aura, making the rock ground extremely solid.
The head of Saint Wan Miao sank into the ground, and was broken and bleeding. Her head looked as miserable as an egg hit by a hammer.
Monk Sanzang let go of her hand, and Saint Wanmiao cursed and muttered, pulling her head out of the deep pit with great difficulty. She shook her head vigorously, and the severely injured head recovered in a breath. She looked at Monk Sanzang angrily, a fierce light flashed in her green eyes, and then she laughed.
"Remember what happened today. You owe me one more."
Chuckling, Saint Wan Miao extended her cute little tongue and licked a drop of blood on the corner of her mouth. She said softly, "Okay, we're here. So, where's that bitch? Why hasn't she come yet?"
Monk Sanzang looked at Saint Wan Miao solemnly, "Are you really not afraid of death? Do you have the guts to say those two words in front of her?"
Saint Wan Miao gently twisted her body and pressed her whole body against Monk Sanzang: "Oh, I have you to protect me, what should I be afraid of? Even if I want to die, I will definitely drag you to accompany me... Hee, as long as I am not lonely on the road to death, why would I be afraid of death?"
Monk Sanzang's expression turned a little ugly. He whispered, "Are you really crazy? Or are you just pretending to be crazy?"
Just as Saint Wan Miao was about to speak, a blue-red light in the sky fell rapidly. A small green bean-sized light fell to the ground, and with a "pop" it exploded into countless auspicious neon lights. Petals from the ceiling splashed down, and a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a nine-phoenix robe and an imperial crown on her head, who looked like the Queen of Heaven, slowly walked out from the auspicious light.
Saint Wan Miao snorted lightly, raised her chin slightly, and snorted provocatively at the woman: "Oh, this 'mother'...ah, 'mother'...how are you doing lately?"
The original honorific title of "Niangniang" was forcibly transformed into the "niang" flavor of a child calling "Mom" in the mouth of Saint Wan Miao!
Monk Sanzang sighed slightly.
The woman's face suddenly turned cold.