I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

"Master, this is called seeking the scriptures. Three hundred and sixty-five difficulties, can this be considered 'difficult'?"

Tang Seng said as he leaned back on his horse, bored.

The journey of these two people to obtain the scriptures was at least extremely easy at the beginning, and there is no need to elaborate on it. Sun Wukong's speed is needless to say, and Tang Seng is now comparable to the peak of Taiyi Jinxian's practice.

In addition, he has the halo of destiny, as well as the triple merits of being a saint for ten generations, the prince of the human race's fortune dynasty, and having benefited the human people for many years. Combined with the meritorious instruments such as the brocade cassock and the nine-ring tin staff from the West, ordinary Daluo Jinxian are no match for him.

Here we have to mention Huang Tianhua, the third prince of Binglinggong, who has become a unit for calculating combat power. In the underworld, relying on the power of incense, he is barely comparable to a strong man in the early stage of Daluo. Sun Wukong beat him in the past. According to Sun Wukong, Huang Tianhua is not strong enough to fight against Tang Seng now.

Tang Seng is stronger than the Monkey King in the original novel, and there is an enhanced Monkey King next to him. Monkey King's strength has also improved. If he takes the path of killing three corpses to become a saint, after experiencing this life of flowers and stones, at least he can kill one corpse.

But of course, he took the path of proving his truth through force, and although his realm did not improve, his strength did improve a lot, which was even stronger than if he had become a quasi-saint by beheading a corpse.

Didn’t you see that Huayan and the quasi-saint Guanyin Bodhisattva surrounded and fought him for a long time without any success, and yet he was bounced out?

This is called ability.

With these two powerful men coming together, the checkpoints originally set by Tathagata at the beginning were almost equivalent to nothing. They were both fast runners and walked a long way in a leisurely manner.

Like the bandits trapped in the tiger's den, the tigers in Shuangchaling, Liangjie Mountain... Oh, there is no Liangjie Mountain now. Anyway, it's almost the same place, with a few extra monsters.

These Tang monks just waded through it.

It was Tang Seng who took action along the way. Sun Wukong said it well, you are the junior and I am your uncle, and this is the training given to you by your uncle.

So Sun Wukong just lay on the clouds all the way, like a gangster, with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and floated away.

Tang Seng didn't feel tired along the way, and this level of fatigue didn't have any effect on him.

Instead I feel bored.

"Don't worry, I won't let you get bored." Sun Wukong sighed as he looked at Tang Seng who dared to complain that the journey to obtain scriptures was boring.

"You haven't had much contact with your master, so you don't know him very well. I guess these levels were originally set by Tathagata and the Jade Emperor. My master put them together in the front to make them more difficult. They are equivalent to your novice teaching levels.

I tell you, I have faith in my master's humanity. Just wait and see, your good days will soon be over."

Tang Seng grumbled, "I don't know my master, but I know my master. Look at how he behaved when we were leaving. He must be a roadblock on the road. Sir, can you beat my master?"

"It's hard to say." Sun Wukong was unsure. Although he had grabbed Huayan's ear with a flash when Chang'an finally came out, he clearly felt that Huayan's approach was as still as a mountain, which was different from his own fast attack.

If it really comes to a life-and-death fight, even if Huayan fails to react in time after one or two hits, it won't cause any significant damage to him.

"Your master's body of Xirang was created by my master's wife using the Great Dao of the Earth. He was taught by both of them with great care. He suppressed his magical powers and cultivated merits in the human world. Once he achieves enlightenment, I'm afraid he will be no less than me. But it's okay. We have more people. When the time comes, I will hold your master back, and you can harass him from the side. You can make him suffer a great loss."

"Hey, hehehehehe..." Tang Seng seemed to have thought of something funny and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hehe, hehehehe." As expected of being disciples of the Yang family, the sound of Sun Wukong and Tang Seng's laughter are both devilish.

The two were laughing when suddenly an evil wind blew towards Tang Seng.

Tang Seng had practiced Buddhism for so many years and had been an official in the court for so many years. He was not a fighting maniac who liked to show off his personal bravery. His first reaction was to move sideways to avoid the strong wind.

Sun Wukong was a fighting maniac, but he was lying on a cloud and laughing, and the evil wind didn't blow towards him, so he didn't take it seriously. When he was shaken down from the cloud, he found that he had been attacked from below.

"Xiao Tang, how are you? Are you hurt?" He should have said it, but sometimes he really acted like an elder and cared about the child's safety first when something happened.

"I'm fine." Tang Seng shook his head. "I guess it's some monster practicing magic here, right?"

Tang Seng did not take that little breeze seriously. He was a Buddhist. Although it was the Yang family's Buddhism, Huayan was once a pilgrim and a true Buddhist disciple. There was still some seriousness in him.

This makes the disciples of Huayan Buddhism also believe that God is kind and benevolent, although Yang Gui, as God himself, does not agree with this point.

But Tang Seng still said cheerfully: "It didn't cause any damage, let it go. I don't know if this place will still be a problem if we let it go."

"Of course we counted it, because it actually caused quite a lot of damage." Sun Wukong stared at Tang Seng and asked, "Xiao Tang, where is your horse?"

Tang Seng looked back hastily and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my god, where is my horse?"

There was nothing behind him now, and the big white horse that he had been leaning against and sleeping on had disappeared.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want the kindness God gave you, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Tang Seng is indeed a benevolent person, provided that his wealth is not affected. If his wealth is damaged, the side of him that was taught by Yang Gui will be revealed.

"The old rules, we'll question the crime first, then kill those who deserve to be killed, and we'll sentence those who don't deserve to be killed to some labor reform." Sun Wukong, who also came from Yang Gui's school, did not have the intention to kill monsters when he saw them. After all, Yang Gui was the way of heaven, and in his eyes, all living things in the world had the right to survive.

Of course, humans are the protagonists of the universe, so survival must be based on humans. If you eat ten or eight people for survival, it doesn't matter, but if you wantonly harm humans, you must not be allowed to stay.

"do not worry."

Tang Seng had been an official for nearly twenty years, so he knew more about this than Sun Wukong.

Buddha's light rose up, and Tang Monk was sitting cross-legged in the air, wearing a brocade cassock, sitting cross-legged with a nine-ring staff across his shoulder, one hand raised in front of his chest, closing his eyes and starting to chant.

"Om om om om hum ...

A messy scripture came out of Tang Seng's mouth. It was really spit out, and after the Buddhist sound came out, it turned into Sanskrit symbols and floated around. Everything around, the grass, trees, bamboo, rocks, insects and animals, all trembled a little bit with the golden Sanskrit symbols.

Even the water in the deep mountain began to ripple, and eventually it became a huge whirlpool.

"Roar!"

The water rippled for about fifteen or twenty minutes, and suddenly a huge roar was heard. A huge column of water suddenly rose from the mountain stream that had originally turned into a whirlpool, and behind the column of water, a huge, white, jade-like worm coiled around it.

Then the water column turned into mist and fell to the sky, while the giant dragon soared above the sky.

"Human, how dare you disturb my sleep?" The huge white dragon spoke in human language.

"Don't play dumb with us. I want to ask you, are you the one who ate my horse just now?" Tang Seng was not short, at least 1.8 meters tall, but in front of the giant dragon, he looked like an ant. But he was not afraid of the giant dragon.

He stood up, stepped on the void, walked more than ten feet, and came to a position level with the giant dragon. He slammed the Nine-ring Tin Staff into the air, causing ripples in the surrounding space, as if he had really hit something solid. He questioned the giant dragon angrily with a look on his face.

"Yes, this is what I eat. I eat it when I'm hungry, so what?" Yulong said, "Consider it as an offering from you humans to me. I eat one of your horses, and I guarantee that your village will have good weather and a good harvest next year. Isn't that good enough?"

"I'm a damn fool. You see that man who rides a horse for a long distance can also farm. Do you think I can clone myself?" Tang Seng was furious at the shameless Yulong in front of him. "Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and compensate me for my horse!"

Good weather and a good harvest were great blessings to ordinary people in the era of small peasant economy. Many people were even willing to contribute young boys and girls from their own villages for this.

But who is Tang Seng? A second-generation official, an official, a monk, or a holy monk who seeks Buddhist scriptures. Regardless of his identity, he is the kind of person who does not engage in production. He wants fields, good weather, and a market for trade.

"That's not what I have. I'm only good at making clouds and rain. I don't know anything else. If you don't want it, then leave." Yulong said, "If you hesitate again, I'll eat you up too."

"Okay, okay, you want to eat me too, right? Since you're a man-eating dragon, that's easy to say."

Tang Seng sneered. He took off one arm of his cassock and draped it over his body, revealing a strong and sturdy arm. He clenched his fist and said, "Take the Buddha's punch first!"

"Oh!"

There was a huge muffled sound of flesh and blood colliding, shaking the entire mountain valley. The upper half of the jade dragon was raised high by Tang Seng's punch, and the blood from its mouth sprayed down like a high-pressure water gun, falling to the ground below, and countless plants blossomed and bore fruit instantly.

Dragons are no joke. Just by spilling this mouthful of dragon blood, this place will be a paradise for at least 500 years.

"Ow!"

The jade dragon howled when Tang Seng hit it. Tang Seng's punch not only made it spit blood, but also caused more than a dozen dragon scales on its body to fall off.

"Human, you are seeking death!"

After a huge dragon roar, the jade dragon quickly flew into the sky, cruising through the clouds and mist, gathering water vapor on its body. Then the jade dragon fell from the sky, summoning the water in the mountain stream, which rushed towards Tang Seng's head like a waterfall or a cannon.

"You're playing with dragons?" Yulong felt aggrieved by what Tang Seng said. I'm a dragon, so what else can I play with if not dragons? And you're a human, why are you pinching and pointing with your hands?

"The mighty heavenly dragon, the great Luo Dharma mantra, the prajna Buddhas, the prajna bama hum!"

Tang Monk chanted the mantra, and with the blessing of the Buddhas' gift of the brocade cassock and the merits of the nine-ring tin staff, eight huge golden dragons flew out from behind him, circling around him, flicking their tails to blow away all the water vapor summoned by the jade dragon, and then the eight dragons rushed towards the jade dragon.

"Oh shit!"

Imagine what would happen if you saw eight strong men painted gold rushing towards you fiercely?
The jade dragon was so frightened that it jumped in the air, turned around and ran away.

"Humph, you are so ignorant and yet you dare to run away. You don't even take me seriously! Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon! Buddha Avatamsaka! Avatamsaka! Kasaya! Bind!"

Tang Seng shouted angrily, took off his cassock, swirled it in his hand with a spell, and threw it at Yulong.

"Ow!"

The Jade Dragon let out its third howl of the day. He was tightly bound by the cassock and wrapped into a huge flesh dragon. Then the eight golden dragons behind him rushed forward and circled around the Jade Dragon, kicking him one after another.

"You're the only one who eats Buddha's horse?"

"You're the only one called True Dragon?"

"Is it a big deal that it will rain?"

"Do you look down on us dragons who can't make it rain? Hmm? Speak!"

Yulong was trapped in the cassock, unable to move. In addition, with its body structure, it couldn't even protect its head with its hands. It could only beg for mercy while being beaten in a crying voice: "Brother, uncle, dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong. It's no big deal if it rains. I won't dare to do it again."

As he was speaking, he saw Tang Seng flying in front of him. Yulong was like seeing a savior and shouted, "Master, Buddha, I was really wrong. I have already digested the horse. I really can't compensate you. Please spare my life."

"Can't pay? That's easy." Tang Seng showed a sinister smile, stretched out his big hand and grabbed the long body of the worm, "Then pay with your body, you will be a..."

"What are you going to do? No, I'm a serious dragon, I won't do that kind of thing!" Yulong was so scared that he screamed.

"Shut up, isn't Buddha a proper monk?" Tang Seng punched Yulong in the eye again, giving him a panda eye. "You ate Buddha's horse, so it's not too much to be a mount under Buddha's crotch, right?"

"That's not too much, that's not too much." Yulong nodded, "I will turn into a horse for you to ride on."

"Master, remember, Master Buddha is the Buddha King of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the holy monk who went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures." Tang Seng punched Yulong again, making him symmetrical: "We went to obtain Buddhist scriptures together, and you also have merits. I will accept you as a land god."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Saint Monk, thank you, Master." Yulong dared not waste words. This practice was at least worthy of a Taiyi Golden Immortal. The Four Seas Dragon Clan where he came from did not have a strong man of this level. "Disciple will turn into a horse now."

"Why turn into a horse? You are so ignorant, kid." Tang Seng punched the top of the Jade Dragon's head. "Just walk away like this. Riding a dragon is so cool, but riding a horse is too cheap. How can you still be called a holy monk?" (End of this chapter)