"The mouse spirit has dug the hole a mile outside the temple. Do you want to find time to bury it with the hole?"

"Two new cat spirits came to the woods in the west the day before yesterday. The male man walked around outside the temple last night and found me?"

"Recently, there seem to be more and more monsters near Jinshan Temple. Is it time to clear the scene again? It seems to be two months earlier than last year?"

In the slightly dim Zen room, Tang Sanzang, wearing a brand new cassock and beautiful eyes, sat cross-legged, boredly counting the number of mobile monsters near Jinshan Temple during this period.

If he had not traveled to this world for eighteen years, Tang Sanzang felt that he should live simply and happily in the world of games and animation. Who would have wanted to be a monk in Journey to the West?

"Jiang Liuer." The hoarse voice of the old monk sitting opposite him interrupted Tang Sanzang's contemplation.

"Master, I have said it ten thousand times. It's Tang Sanzang!" Tang Sanzang emphasized word by word, rolling his eyes. The name Jiang Liuer is completely mocked. Isn't this telling others that he has no father or mother when he meets others! It's easy to have no friends and be bullied when he was a child.

So since the age of three, Tang Sanzang made his own decision to change the name "Tang Sanzang" and successfully used it to this day. Of course, except for the master in front of him who caught him from the river.

The kind-eyed old monk smiled slightly: "Okay, Jiang Liuer."

"Tang Sanzang!" Tang Sanzang rolled his eyes again.

"Well, Jiang Liuer." The old monk still smiled.

"Okay, Master, you can do whatever you like." Tang Sanzang retreated and was serious about it. He was convinced by his master.

The old monk nodded with satisfaction and then said, "Jiang Liuer, what is Buddha?"

"Master, you have asked me this question no more than 10,000 times!" Tang Sanzang protested on this question. Whose master asked the same question every day for 18 years?

The old monk still smiled: "The last time, the last time."

"You said the same thing last thousand times." After complaining in my heart, Tang Sanzang sat up straight and said, "There is no Buddha in my heart, I am a Buddha."

"My lady!" the old monk grinned.

"Master, say it again!" Tang Sanzang glared at his eyes, a little unbelievable. His answers over the past eighteen years have been consistent, but they have been commensurate with preaching again and again. Unexpectedly, what he heard from his master today was "wonderful!"

"Master, have you taken the medicine in the morning?" Tang Sanzang subconsciously added.

"If you don't have a Buddha in your heart, why do you have to force you to convert to my Buddha? I have been wrong all these years." The old monk shook his head and felt a little moved.

Tang Sanzang was a little happy: "Master, why did you suddenly get enlightened?"

"Because, I'm going to die." The old monk said calmly, with a kind smile on his face, as if he said he would eat noodles today without drinking porridge.

Tang Sanzang's smile froze. He looked at the old monk, shook his head, and said disbelief: "Master, you are lying to others again."

"Mencius does not lie." The old monk shook his head slightly.

"In the winter of seven years old, you said you didn't fry soybeans anymore. Later, I turned half a bag under your sheet." Tang Sanzang shook his head.

The old monk smiled and said, "That was an accident, an accident."

"When you were ten years old, you didn't know how to eat, but you gave me the last half of the steamed bun and told me that you were full." Tang Sanzang continued,

"The Buddha will not blame this." The old monk shook his head and looked at Tang Sanzang with a little relieved expression.

"Why are you dead?" Tang Sanzang looked up at the old monk, looking a little sad.

The old monk reached out and touched Tang Sanzang's head gently, with a smile on his lips, "Liu'er, people will die sooner or later. Haven't you always wanted to travel far? If you want to leave, go."

"But you have to remember that no matter how kind the people in this world are, even monsters are bad. Don't kill them with one punch when you meet. At least you must first distinguish between good and bad."

"Well, I've recorded it." Tang Sanzang nodded, not refuting as usual.

The old monk withdrew his hand and looked at Tang Sanzang: "Finally, the two most important things are explained."

Tang Sanzang sat upright.

"There are half a bag of fried soybeans in the left pocket, don't cook them together. The shoes on my feet are very suitable for me. Don't change them later." The old monk said these two sentences solemnly, his head slowly hangs down, and then no longer sounds.

Tang Sanzang sat blankly for a long time, looking at the master in front of him, feeling a little worried, "Master, aren't you making things difficult for your disciple?"

...

News of Qian'an's death soon spread throughout Jinshan Temple. This temple that flourished because of the golden signboard of Tang Sanzang in recent years, was in sorrow.

However, Master Abbot had already made arrangements for the funeral, and everything was simple and cremated in the backyard.

Tang Sanzang stood in front of the monks, with a small yellow cloth bag hanging around his waist, looking at the old monk on the pile of firewood, and was silent for a long time.

"Uncle Master, the time is almost over, do you see?" An old monk on the side ended his grief and asked at Tang Sanzang, with a respectful tone.

Tang Sanzang's lips pursed slightly, his eyes fell on the old monk's feet, with two shoes on his feet, one big and one small, very asymmetrical.

"Uncle Master, no!" The old monk beside him looked at Tang Sanzang's gaze, his face changed drastically, and he shouted in a trembling voice.

Tang Sanzang's hands shook, his eyes still fixed on the shoes, and took a step forward.

"Uncle Master, you can't!" Seeing this, the monks shouted together. More than a hundred monks, they all fell to their knees after a thump.

Tang Sanzang looked down at the old monk who was holding his right leg tightly, and the monks who were kneeling on the ground. At first glance, the bald heads reflected the dazzling sunshine were like a hundred hundred-watt light bulbs, a little dazzling.

"How can you become a Buddha if you don't understand your thoughts?" Tang Sanzang raised his leg gently, and the old monk holding his thigh flew out one foot away and landed gently on the ground.

"It should be dressed neatly." Tang Sanzang walked to the pile of firewood, bent down and took off the brand new cloth shoes on his feet, carefully put them on for the master, folded the big and small cloth shoes, put them aside, and nodded: "It will be much more comfortable to watch like this."

The monks who were still kneeling looked at each other, but no one dared to speak again.

Tang Sanzang turned around, and the monks came one after another, watching him walking slowly out barefoot.

"Let's light the fire, from now on, you will be the abbot of Jinshan Temple." Tang Sanzang said to the old monk who had previously hugged his thighs. A person who knows how to hug his thighs is still worthy of entrusting his thighs.

"Uncle Master, I don't know where you are going?" The old monk had no expression of joy on his face. He stood up tremblingly and asked as he looked at Tang Sanzang's back.

"Go to Chang'an, the abbot's water and land conference." Tang Sanzang replied, carrying the package hanging on the branches beside him and walking outside the temple.

"Give me a farewell to my uncle!" Under the leadership of the old monk, the monks gave me respectfully.

"Sweep every day, but it's still not clean." Walking out of the gate of Jinguang Temple, Tang Sanzang leaned over and brushed away the fine sand at the bottom of his feet, took out a pair of half-old cloth shoes from the package and put them on. He looked back at the ancient temple that had lived in for eighteen years.

"Master, I'm leaving, and I'll come back to see you later."

"Li Simin is going to hold a water and land conference, so should Guanyin Bodhisattva come, right?"

"There are monsters in this world, but I haven't seen them yet. I can go and see them when I get the scriptures in the West. I don't know if the Buddha can kill them with one punch."

Tang Sanzang, who had tied the package, murmured to himself, turned around and walked slowly towards the mountain. He should not come back within a few years. Looking back, it is really not easy to live in this world.

Eighteen years ago, Tang Sanzang traveled to the body of an unborn baby in a bloody way by lightning. He could not withstand the temptation and ate a golden baby who traveled through the same day.

After years of repeated verification, he basically confirmed that the golden baby he had eaten was named Jin Chanzi. He was the second disciple who did not listen carefully under the Buddha's seat and was beaten to death and threw him to reincarnate.

In other words, this Buddhist master who should have taken three disciples, rode a white dragon horse, went to the West to obtain scriptures and cultivated a golden body of the right fruit. Before he was born, he was eaten by an ordinary university monk, a time-traveled 21st century.

In this way, Tang Sanzang became a monk fruit. Every year, many monsters gathered near Jinshan Temple to eat him.

However, after eating Jin Chanzi, a light golden energy appeared in Tang Sanzang's body, which merged into his body year by year and continuously strengthened his body. So now, whether it is strength, speed or physical strength, his current strength is somewhat beyond his cognition.

How strong is this energy?

Tang Sanzang, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain, looked down and the originally calm ground suddenly shaking, like an earthquake, as if something was approaching quickly from the ground.

With a bang, a black thing rushed up from the ground, three meters long, with spiked black hair all over, and long fangs on the mouth. At first glance, it looked like a wild boar, but when you look closely, it looked like a huge mouse.

The giant rat hit Tang Sanzang at an extremely fast speed, its momentum was even more terrifying than the heavy truck at full speed. Its blood-red eyes were full of bloodthirst and greed. Its mouth was wide open with white mucus that made the sick, as if it wanted to swallow Tang Sanzang in one bite.

Tang Sanzang raised his eyelids, showed a little surprise, then raised his fist and smashed it on the head of the giant rat.

The fair fist fell on the thorny head, looking like an egg hitting a stone.

But the next moment!

Bang! A dull sound came out, and a big pit sunk into the head of the aggressive giant rat appeared. It was actually smashed by Tang Sanzang with a punch, and fell back into the hole that had just rushed out at a faster speed and died.

The soil on both sides collapsed, burying the giant rat and the hole together.

"The control of strength is still a little bit worse." Tang Sanzang glanced at the trace of blood stained on his fists, took out a square scarf from his arms and wiped it carefully, and walked slowly towards the ferry.

He hasn't encountered a monster worthy of a second punch.
Chapter completed!