"Are there fifty-six?" Tang Sanzang smiled and walked aside to start cooking porridge.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang's back of cooking porridge, thoughtfully, and looked at the monks who were walking anxiously outside the courtyard, raised their eyebrows and said nothing.

After everyone had breakfast, Monk Hong Miao, who had been waiting outside for a long time, pushed open the gate of the yard with a young monk in his thirties. The two of them had put up two broken robes from somewhere and stopped keeping their upper bodies open. They finally looked like a monk.

Although Hong Miao looked nervous on his face, he still said with a smile: "Master, now that the heavy troops are surrounding the temple, I wonder what is the solution to escape?"

"Enter the palace to meet the king." Tang Sanzang said with a smile, looking at the monk beside him, who was of medium height and as thin as other monks, but his glasses were as dark as ink, quite spiritual.

He remembered that when he was preaching last night, he sat in the front and listened very seriously. He also asked a few questions later, which was the most profound question among the monks.

"Disciple Hong Ji, I've seen the master." Seeing Tang Sanzang looking at him, the young monk would quickly introduce himself, his eyes full of respect and respect. Although Tang Sanzang seemed to be only twenty years old, he had completely convinced him last night. It was another level of feeling. The simple words were like enlightenment, which suddenly awakened the problem that he had never thought about for several years.

"This is the junior brother of the little monk, and the youngest junior brother of the Hong generation. My master said that he would be the person from the Zhongxing of our Zhiyuan Temple." Hong Miao also said.

"Master Hong Ji." Tang Sanzang nodded. It seemed that this monk was not old and had a great seniority in Zhiyuan Temple. It was a bit similar to when he was in Jinshan Temple. As the closed disciple of Master Abbot, a group of old monks had to call their uncles... That feeling was quite good.

"The master has a noble status, so there is no problem with the saints entering the palace... However, the saints are three national masters who have grown up now. They are only ten years old now. It can be said that the three of them are firmly controlling the government and all things in the Chechi Kingdom. Over the years, they want to kill us, and even the masters cannot convince them to let us go." Hong Miao looked at Tang Sanzang and said with some concern.

"It's okay, this matter is bound to us. As long as you don't bear any unforgivable guilt, I will guarantee that you will let you go." Tang Sanzang shook his head and looked at the disciples who had already been cleaned up, nodded and said, "Then let's go, go to the palace first." As he said, Master Hong Miao, who was reluctant to speak, walked outside first.

"Senior brother, don't worry, Master Sanzang must have a brilliant plan. You didn't come to listen to the master's lecture last night. The Buddha nature was completely beyond the limit I could imagine." Hong Ji said with a smile, and followed him quickly, without any worry on his face, and he had completely trusted Tang Sanzang.

"Oh..." Hong Miao looked at the backs of everyone, and his expression changed several times. He couldn't help but look back at the direction of Tallinn, clenched his fists, sighed, and followed quickly.

Everyone left the courtyard. The monks who were already noisy outside calmed down and stared at Tang Sanzang and his group. It can be said that the hope of everyone's life was placed on Tang Sanzang. If he had not been able to let the king pardon everyone, I am afraid that the soldiers surrounding Zhiyuan Temple this time would not be as simple as coming in and arresting everyone. They have seen a lot of blood over the years and know what the result of resistance is.

Tang Sanzang looked at the monks and said nothing, walking straight towards the gate.

"Please help Master Tang Monk save us from the sea of ​​suffering!" Some of the monks shouted and knelt directly on the ground with a thud.

"Please help Master Tang Monk save us from the sea of ​​suffering!" Then a series of voices gradually sounded in the crowd, and they knelt on the ground like dominoes. Everyone shouted, their voices were a little shrill and nervous.

Tang Sanzang stopped and looked back at the bald heads kneeling on the ground, shining. He hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.

"Don't worry, I will do my best." Tang Sanzang nodded, without making any promises, but he still has the style of a master of his generation.

He turned around and walked to the gate, held the door bolt of the gate with both hands and pushed out... The door did not move at all.

"Hmm?" Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows. Although he was not very hard, there was no reason why this door could not be pushed open.

"Master, this door... is pulled in." Sha Wanjing, who was beside him, whispered.

"Ha?" Tang Sanzang took back his hand that he planned to continue pushing forward with a little embarrassedly. It was indeed handsome for only three seconds. He reached out and pulled the two doors in. The tall and thick wooden door slowly opened inward. Outside the door, hundreds of iron cavalry were on standby to charge, and the three rows of archers pulled the long bow into the Moon, facing the direction of the gate. There were many soldiers holding long swords and spears on both sides, all staring at the direction of the door, waiting for the general wearing black iron armor to give the order.

The door slowly opened, and the expected scene of monks rushing out and running around randomly did not appear. The young monk came out first.

This monk was very young, wearing a brand new monk's robe, a light red cassock, a jade-like face, and a handsome and handsome man. He was completely different from those of Chechi Country who had been hungry for more than ten years and had already been skinny and bone-filled.

Just looking at the monk, everyone couldn't help but feel some admiration in their hearts. Such a monk who was like the Buddha descending to the earth was probably the real monk, and he was really different from those monks.

And the young monk went out with five girls, each as beautiful as a fairy, with different clothes on her body, but she couldn't hide her appearance. Not to mention that she was hard to find such a beauties on the road, even in the palace, there might not be any one that could match them.

Finally, two monks, one old and one young, came out. These two monks looked like they should be like monk Che Chi. Although they were wearing cassocks, they still couldn't hide their thin body.

The leading general was stunned when he saw this scene, his eyes fell on Sun Wukong and the others, and he could not hide his covetous look. When he looked at the young monk who was leading the way, facing hundreds of archers who had pulled into a full moon, his expression did not change at all, and he could not even see any fear in his eyes, which surprised him, who had been through many battles.

It seems that this person is the so-called Tang monk. The general put away his contempt in his heart. With such a mind, he was indeed a person from the Tang Empire. He originally wanted to give him a warning, but he didn't expect to be despised directly.

"Who is here? I'll sign up and take another step forward and shoot an arrow!" The general took a step forward, holding the long sword at his waist in one hand, and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!