Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 45 Senior...

After talking like this for about half an hour, the sound of shaking iron chains came from outside the hall.

"The time has come, let's go!"

It was the ghost messenger who finished enjoying the sacrifice and started urging.

But at this time, that ray of Buddha's light dispelled half of Liu An's mother's anger.

"An'er..." Liu An's mother had a look of reluctance, but she had disobeyed the ghost's orders, and there would be no good fruit in the underworld.

"What's the rush, I've been waiting for half an hour!" Mo Chen spoke suddenly, his voice was like thunder, and the force on his body exuded a power of a fairy.

Captured by this power, the two little ghosts trembled. He had seen this kind of momentum before on the judge.

"Shangxian spares his life, Shangxian spares his life, the villain is willing to wait, the villain is willing to wait..." The two little ghosts were afraid of annoying the immortal in front of them, and they could wipe him out with a wave of the Shangxian's hands. Where is the reason?
What he didn't know was that Mo Chen was purely a shelf, and the inside was empty. With the little mana he could accumulate, there was nothing wrong with the two ghosts.

Just now Liu An said that Mo Dust helped him open his eyes to see ghosts, but Liu An's mother didn't care. Once he became a ghost, he would automatically learn a lot of things. Chen knew some simple methods, such as the flow of cow's tears, but he didn't take Mo Chen too seriously.

Seeing that Mo Chen even scolded the ghost messenger, her impression of Mo Chen was greatly improved, she whispered to Liu An: "This gentleman is a master, and the court is dangerous, my son must rely more on him .”

Mo Chen shaved his beard, which was very different from the original beggar's scruffy look, and Liu An's mother didn't notice it for a while.

Liu An smiled, and said to his mother: "Maybe she doesn't know him, it's the beggar uncle who you asked me to give him a few coppers that day, and he saved me."

"My son, good people are rewarded!" His mother Liu An said with some emotion.

Over there, Mo Chen didn't care what the two of them said, just kept staring at the buddha light of little monk Jue Qiao, and while that faint buddha light drove away the hostility, he seemed to grow slightly stronger and brighter.

Looking at Jue Qiao, who was chanting scriptures with his legs crossed, and looked like an eminent monk, Mo Chen thought to himself: This little monk is not simple!

It doesn't seem to be anything special at ordinary times. In the past, I didn't see anything special when I meditated, recited scriptures, and studied homework. Is it still hidden?
Mo Chen's mana has been in his body for a few days. Although it is superficial, he has not noticed the extraordinaryness of Little Monk Qiao at all. Could it be...

Thinking of the senior who reminded me that day, could it be him?
The rest of the hostility was expelled after a while, and Mo Chen couldn't wait to let the ghost messenger take Liu An's mother away, and then went straight to the little monk Jue Qiao who had just finished chanting, and knelt on the ground with a plop, with a flattering expression on his face He said: "Senior, thank you for your kindness a few days ago!"

To be able to see through Laojun's restrictions, and dare to speak up to mention his own power, that must be supernatural power!
Little Monk Jue Qiao opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and saw Mo Dust kneeling in front of him with a bewildered expression, rather at a loss, he stared at his big cute eyes and asked: "Big brother, what do you think?" What are you doing?"

"Senior..." Mo Chen was still kneeling, with a charming smile on his face: "Senior, stop joking, this junior is very grateful for your kindness."

The little monk stood up, stretched his calf, pulled Mo Chen and said, "Big brother is sick, and said something strange?"

Mo Chen saw that the little monk's posture did not seem to be fake, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, did he really think that little monk Qiao?

But besides the two of us, there is no one else in this temple?Who else has this magic?

Not far away, the old black dog who had been guarding the entrance of the temple seemed to be tired from sleeping. He turned over, opened his eyes inadvertently, and looked at the hall. There was a flash of cunning, and then disappeared. , and fell asleep again, no different from ordinary people's dogs.

Although Liu An's mother has already returned to the underworld, this spirit still has to be guarded, this is filial piety.Several people in the hall opened their red eyeballs, and one of them waited until the rooster crowed before giving up. The old monk read sutras all night, and his expression was sluggish, but he felt that the young monk Qiao had been meditating and chanting sutras all night, and he became more energetic. up.

Liu An didn't stay on the mountain either, the situation in Yujing was tense, he was about to go down the mountain after guarding the spirit, and Mo Chen had nothing to clean up, so he went down the mountain with them, but before going down the mountain, let Liu An give Jue Qiao The little monk left a lot of rice, flour and money.

The city of Yujing is not far from Quanshan, and after turning over the hills in front of Quanshan, there is a plain, on which Yujing is located.

The first time Mo Chen looked at Yujing City, he was shocked by its strong luck. No wonder the person who attacked Liu An had to choose Quanshan. In this Yujing City, he might not have the slightest magic power to use.

I saw that the capital city of this vast land was condensed with a thick multicolored glow in the sky, and above that, a huge five-clawed golden dragon condensed by luck was entrenched in the air, with long teeth and claws, deterring all directions.

With such luck, the earth immortals will be affected when they cast spells in this capital, and ordinary immortals are like ordinary people, unable to cast magic power at all.

However, the figure of the golden dragon is still a little illusory. If it is a complete entity, even a fairy would not dare to act presumptuously, but this is almost impossible.If it is condensed into a solid body, the land will be multiplied. The feudal dynasty in the immortal world is completely uncontrollable, unless there are immortals who want to establish an immortal dynasty in this mortal world, but if there is a heaven, who would dare to do so?
Following the current prince, naturally there is no need to pay the entry fee, but at the moment of entering Yujing, an invisible restriction rises, and the mana that Mo Chen has worked so hard to accumulate is instantly imprisoned and cannot be mobilized at all.

However, Mo Chen didn't care about it. With that little mana, he could only cast some auxiliary spells, and he couldn't even fly. It didn't make much difference.

On the contrary, the city of Yujing is very prosperous, far more prosperous than some small countries that Mo Chen had been to. There are vendors hawking everywhere, and there are countless pedestrians. There is a water gate in the distance that connects to the moat outside the city. , thinking of water transportation, many ships on the river, unloading goods on the docked docks, silk and satin, grain, oil, vinegar and tea, everything that one expects to find, the whole city exudes a vigorous vitality.

Mo Chen rode on a horse as a guard, and behind him was Prince Liu An's car.As the prince entered the city, pedestrians and vendors on both sides of the mainland avoided one after another, making way for the prince from the crowded streets.

And in the crowd on the side of Mo Chen's left hand, there is a thin young man wearing a brocade robe, embroidered with a big carving that sings in the sky, holding a jade fan in his hand, wearing a golden crown on his head, and his whole body is fierce. He was looking at him playfully...

(End of this chapter)