The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 522

Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang View.

The group of Journey to the West here, one person, one monkey, one pig and one horse, set foot on Xiniu Hezhou from the Liusha River area non-stop, and rushed to the nearest Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain.

As for the Four Questions about Zen Mind in the original book, let’s ask a hammer. How can there be such a leisurely mood in Western Buddhism? My hometown is almost overthrown.

Tang Sanzang looked confused, wondering why Zhu Bajie, who used to be the most lazy in ink, is so active now, a pig trotting like flying, it is a miracle.

"Well, Bajie, slow down. I'm not in such a hurry as a teacher."

Tang Sanzang supported the monk's hat on his head, couldn't help persuading him, and at the same time looked at Sun Houzi at the side, and complained: "Wukong, why are you so eager?"

Zhu Bajie wiped the unstoppable saliva from his mouth, and murmured vaguely: "Master, that eats. Cough cough, you must be active in learning scriptures. As a Buddhist disciple, how can you waste time on the road? Go to Xitian early. Get the scriptures early, master, your awareness still needs to be improved."

The straightforward Tang Sanzang was confused for a while, could it be that his own consciousness is not as high as Bajie?

In other words, Huanglong Ma Nai was transformed by the real Huanglong, and he can be regarded as a master, otherwise he would have been dragged to death by these two Taiyi real immortals who were in a hurry.

On this day, a group of Buddhist scriptures came to the foot of Longevity Mountain. They saw that the mountain was full of aura, auspicious, and the sun was looming. All kinds of animals and birds were also quite peaceful. It was a blessed place for immortals. place.

Tang Sanzang stopped the yellow dragon horse, and couldn't help clasping his hands together, sighing: "It's good, compared to the Western Heaven Pure Land, it should be so beautiful."

Zhu Bajie let out a snort, slammed his mouth down, and couldn't help but said: "What the master said is that there is a great sage here at first sight, let's go up quickly."

Tang Sanzang hesitated: "Bajie, it's not good to visit rashly, right? Or"

But before he finished speaking, Zhu Bajie had already led the horse to go, and at the same time curled his lips and said: "The owner of this place is the most hospitable, everything is fine."

If it was normal, Zhu Bajie would still be able to come to Wuzhuang Temple as a guest, and if Zhen Yuanzi the Great Immortal was there, he would also be able to have a cup of tea and talk a few words together.

After all, Zhenyuanzi Daxian was famous in the prehistoric world for his good temper. When he made friends, he didn't pay much attention to his cultivation and background. When he met younger generations, he was willing to support him a little bit.

But ginseng fruit, ordinary people should not even think about it, except for close friends, only saints can share it.

He Zhu Bajie has been able to eat flat peaches in the heavenly court for so many years, but he has never seen the innate spiritual root fruit that is serious.His physical body was destroyed before, and he just needed this grass-returning pill to make up for it and fill his background.

Sun Houzi also grinned: "Master, my teacher said that this place is my chance, hurry up and go."

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang stopped talking, and they continued to move forward, and they arrived in front of Wuzhuang Temple not long after.

Tang Sanzang saw a stone tablet on the left side of the mountain gate, on which were written ten large characters "Longevity Mountain, a blessed place, Wuzhuang Guantian", he was amazed, and Zhu Bajie stepped forward to knock on the door first.

The gatekeeper boys of Wuzhuang Temple, Qingfeng and Mingyue, have also been with Zhenyuanzi Daxian for quite a long time, so they naturally got their master's orders. A holy monk who came from the Tang Dynasty and went to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures?"

"The poor monk is right, I have seen two little benefactors."

When Tang Sanzang saw the person coming, he quickly saluted, Qingfeng and Mingyue curled their lips when they heard the words. Although they were young, they have grown up very well. There are many grandpas for this mortal.

But the two of them didn't dare to be presumptuous, and said in a low voice: "That's good. My master has something to say. An ancient person passed by. Let me wait for a good man to entertain you. My master was invited by the Haotian Jade Emperor to preach in the Heavenly Court, but he was not in the manor. , It’s not that I didn’t see the holy monk, I hope to forgive you.”

"Don't dare, the poor monk hastily visited, and he is already going to apologise, but the two little benefactors have to suffer."

Tang Sanzang said politely, and a group of people followed in. The monkey grandson accepted Jiang Shi's teaching, knowing that the owner of this place is a friend of his teacher, so naturally he didn't dare to be presumptuous, scratching his ears and cheeks, and wanted to see what the opportunity his teacher said was.

As a monkey, he naturally prefers to eat fruit.

When the group was seated, Qingfeng and Mingyue smiled and said: "My teacher has something to say, when guests come to visit, treat each person with a piece of ginseng fruit, and give it to everyone. The three of you will have a cup of rough tea, and wait for the little boy to fetch three pieces of fruit."

The two boys were about to leave and go to the backyard, but Huang Longma suddenly struggled and said, "I am also a human being, and I am also a human being! You two boys, don't forget me!"

Ginseng fruit!

Daoist Huanglong is so jealous that his eyes are red. Since he attained the Tao, even when he was the Golden Immortal of Explanation and Education, he has never encountered such a treasure. Today he has encountered such an opportunity, so why should he fight for it.

The two boys were also taken aback, and looked at each other, a little hesitant.

Ginseng fruit is so precious, my teacher said that one person has one fruit, but is this yellow horse among them?

As if seeing the embarrassment in the eyes of the two boys, Tang Sanzang smiled slightly: "You two little benefactors, three pieces are enough, but the poor monk does not need to taste."

It seems that he wants to give up the ginseng fruit to Huang Longma.

Sun Houzi glared at the ignorant Huang Longma, and hurriedly stopped Tang Sanzang and said, "Master, you can't give up such an opportunity casually."

Zhu Bajie also nodded in approval, and seeing that his family's chance was about to leave, the real Huanglong was also saddened from the heart, with a sad face and muttered: "Hey, Pindao was also a [-]-[-] existence with the Jiejiao Jiangshi leader back then. Now that you are in trouble, can you not even eat a fruit?"

Hey!
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. They were in awe of this normally taciturn Topaz BMW. Unexpectedly, this was also a hidden power.

Naturally, Huang Long wouldn't say what year it was, and he wouldn't talk about what the [-]-[-] split was like, anyway, that's how it was.

Qingfengmingyue and Qingfeng Mingyue naturally knew the friendship between Jiang Shi, the leader of Jiejiao, and his master, so they hurriedly saluted: "It is us two boys who have taken the liberty of neglecting the seniors, so I will go and fetch four fruits."

The two boys went to the backyard, and not long after, they took out four ginseng fruits and gave them to the Buddhist scriptures. With the cultivation level of the two boys, they didn't notice any changes in the ginseng fruit tree. The ginseng fruit trees seem to account for a little turbidity.

The four of them were amazed when they saw this spiritual fruit, especially Huang Long, who almost cried "Wow" when he saw that his plan was successful. Mount, but can taste this prehistoric and rare ginseng fruit, it really is an impermanent world.

But everyone on the field did not realize that the ginseng fruit had been polluted by the blood and resentment of countless children, but it was only covered by the aura of the ginseng fruit itself.

When the ginseng fruit fell into their stomachs, the four of them suddenly felt something was wrong. Although the taste was refreshing, why did it carry a faint smell of blood, and the negative emotions in their hearts were infinitely magnified. Anxiety, rage, and dissatisfaction emerged one by one. Sanzang recited the Heart Sutra silently, but there was no improvement.

Is there something wrong with this ginseng fruit?
(End of this chapter)