Journey to the West: Don’t mess with that monster

Li Shimin followed them out of the palace. After a moment of trance, a city appeared in front of him. On the city gate was hung a large sign with seven big golden characters "Gate of Ghost" written on it.

The flags on the city wall were waving. Erfeng followed Zhang Qingdi and the others into the city and walked along the street.

Li Shimin felt a gust of cold wind, and Zhang Qingdi waved his hand gently. A sun fire hung above Erfeng's head, and he felt comfortable all over, no longer afraid of the cold wind.

"Do you want to see your brothers?" asked Zhang Qingdi.

Li Shimin thought for a moment and asked, "Will it not cause trouble for you?"

"Of course not." Guanyin said.

This is a prepared project, so how could it be troublesome?

If Li Shimin doesn't watch it, that would be real trouble.

After walking a little further, they saw Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji in front.

When they saw Li Shimin, they laughed and said, "Here comes Shimin! Here comes Shimin!"

"You two are so happy, people can leave after they come.

You two damned bastards can only stay here and can never go back." Zhang Qingdi said.

Upon hearing this, the two ghosts wanted to claim Li Shimin's life.

"Mr. Zhang, please stop meddling in other people's business!" said Guanyin.

Zhang Qingdi also wanted to see what Li Erfeng would do.

Li Shimin looked at the two calmly and said, "How dare you two ask for my life.

If the incident at Xuanwu Gate hadn't happened, it would be me and Guanyinbi who would be here now. But if I lose, I won't cry and howl like you two insects.

You guys watch here! Watch how I govern a prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

Erfeng spoke so powerfully that the two ghosts covered their faces and cried.

Guanyin was somewhat helpless. How could this be different from what was in the script? She couldn't help but look at Zhang Qingdi. This guy was really a big variable.

Emperor Zhang Qing gave Li Shimin a thumbs up.

"What does this mean?" Li Shimin asked with a smile.

"It means powerful." Zhang Qingdi replied.

Li Shimin was very pleased with Zhang Qingdi's praise, and they continued to move forward.

They walked for a few more miles and suddenly saw a high mountain with dark clouds hanging down to the ground and black fog covering the sky.

"Mr. Zhang, what mountain is that?"

Zhang Qingdi seldom comes here, so he really doesn't recognize him.

"It is the dark and gloomy Beiyin Mountain." Guanyin answered.

Zhang Qingdi looked at the mountains and saw that they were convex and concave, and more rugged, as steep as the Shu Mountains and as high as Luyan.

It is not a famous mountain in the world of the living, but a dangerous place in the underworld.

All I see are ghosts and monsters.

The rustling wind is the sound of smoke coming from the mouth of the magic soldier; the long black mist is the secret breath coming out of the air.

There are wild ghosts in the cave, and evil spirits at the bottom of the stream. In front of and behind the mountain, the cow-headed and horse-faced beasts are shouting and yelling; half-hidden, hungry ghosts and poor souls are crying to each other.

Li Shimin felt that if there were not so many red flames above his head, he would not dare to move forward.

"Let's continue." Guanyin was very satisfied.

Emperor Zhang Qing didn't say anything either. He just walked forward and Li Shimin followed him.

"Going further ahead is the eighteen levels of hell." Taibai Jinxing said.

"Oh? Which eighteen floors?" Li Shimin asked curiously.

“The Hell of Hanging Tendons, the Hell of Silly Wandering, and the Hell of Fire Pit, all of which are lonely and troubled, are all caused by having done thousands of deeds during one’s life, and will be punished after death.

Fengdu Prison, Tongue-pulling Prison, and Skin-Flaying Prison are all weeping and pitiful. Just because they are unfaithful and unfilial and violate the laws of heaven, the Buddha's mouth is like a snake's heart.

The prisons of grinding, pounding and cart-collapsing, with their skin torn and flesh exposed and their teeth chattering, are places where people are deceitful and unfair, and use sweet words to secretly harm others.

The hell of ice, the hell of shelling, the hell of intestines, dirty faces, unkempt hair, and frowning eyes are all big fights and small scales that bully the stupid, causing disasters to accumulate on oneself.

The Oil Pot Hell, the Dark Hell, the Knife Mountain Hell, everyone is trembling with fear and sorrow, all because of the tyranny that bullies the good, and they hide their heads and live in loneliness and misery.

Blood Pond Hell, Avici Hell, Scale Hell, skin peeled off, bones exposed, arms and tendons broken, all for money, killing people, slaughtering animals, decadent for thousands of years, sinking forever and never turning over. "

After Taibai Jinxing finished speaking, he heard the evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell wailing.

Li Shimin was indeed frightened, but he quickly returned to normal.

Anyone who remains calm even when Mount Tai collapses in front of him can be appointed a general.

Oh, he is the general of Tiance.

"This is the hell of the underworld. Has the immortal ever seen hell on earth?" Li Shimin asked back.

Zhang Qingdi found it funny when he heard this. The person in the original novel who was trembling with fear because of hell was probably not Li Erfeng.

Taibai Jinxing and Guanyin looked at each other. They didn't expect that the Emperor of Tang would ask back.

“I have seen it! The eighteen levels of hell before my eyes are indeed terrifying, but the purgatory on earth is even more despairing.

I don't want the people of the Tang Dynasty to suffer in purgatory anymore.

If one day I end up in the eighteen levels of hell, I am willing to do so!"

boom! boom!
Li Erfeng's body was shining with golden light, and the heaven bestowed merits to bless him.

Guanyin looked unhappy, and Taibai Jinxing had no expression on his face.

Zhang Qingdi, on the other hand, was laughing loudly.

"If you really do what you said, and there is still someone who dares to let you go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, then I will smash this hell into pieces with one sword to save you." Zhang Qingdi said finally.

Li Shimin followed suit and gave Zhang Qingdi a thumbs up.

Guanyin didn't know how to continue for a moment.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingdi spoke up, “But after so many years of fighting, so many people died.

Those dead souls still need to be saved, and Buddhism has Mahayana Buddhism to save the dead souls. Why don't you send someone to the west to obtain the scriptures?"

Guanyin didn't expect Zhang Qingdi to help her. Li Shimin frowned slightly, and Zhang Qingdi continued, "You have to go through countless hardships and small countries along the way. The pilgrim doesn't have a map, so I'm afraid he can only go on his own."

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin's eyes lit up.

"I'm afraid this pilgrim will have to find someone like Marquis Bowang." Li Erfeng understood it immediately.

Guanyin and Taibai Jinxing didn't quite understand because they didn't know who Zhang Qian, Marquis of Bowang, who was sent on a diplomatic mission to the Western Regions.

I don’t even know what it would mean to Li Shimin if he could get the maps of the countries along the way.

"No, the journey to the West must be by a monk," said Emperor Zhang Qing. "But you can let him draw the map!"

"I agree to this."

Sending a monk there can help find out the situation in various countries, which would be a huge profit.

If they die on the road, let them be liberated themselves.

Although it did not achieve the effect that Guanyin wanted, at least the Emperor of Tang agreed to send people to the West to seek the truth...

Why do I feel like the Tang Emperor doesn't do this for the true scriptures?

Never mind, at least I agreed.

Guanyin glanced at Zhang Qingdi. She felt that so many variables had arisen because of Zhang Qingdi.

"I want to look further ahead." Li Shimin roughly understood the purpose of his trip.

It seems that Guanyin wants me to send someone to the west.

The Immortal Taibai should be checking for omissions and filling in the gaps. He cooperates with Guanyin, but seems to have some distrust in her.

As for Emperor Zhang Qing, he is really helping me. My elders are indeed reliable.

They continued forward, and a golden bridge stretched before them.

There was a silver bridge on the other side, and on the bridge were several loyal, filial, virtuous, fair and upright people, with banners leading them.

There was another bridge on the other side, with cold winds blowing, waves of blood surging, and endless wailing.

After looking at it for a while, Li Shimin asked tentatively, "Is this the Naihe Bridge?"

"That's right." Taibai Jinxing nodded.

Li Shimin looked under the bridge, and after one look he didn't want to look anymore.

There is a vast stream of water flowing under the bridge, and the road is steep and narrow.

The yin energy is so chilling that it penetrates to the bones, and the fishy smell is so pungent that it pierces the heart.

The waves are rolling, and there is no boat to ferry people back and forth; barefoot and disheveled, all who come and go are working ghosts. There are no handrails above, and there are evil monsters snatching people below.

"What can I do for them when I return?"

"If the Emperor of Tang really wants to do something for them, he might as well hold a water and land ceremony lasting for 49 days." Guanyin said immediately.

"Okay." Li Shimin agreed directly.

"We have agreed to everything that should be agreed to, so it's time to go back." Zhang Qingdi said.

Guanyin nodded, and Taibai Jinxing smiled and said, "I will take Emperor Tang back."

"Mr. Zhang, can I see you again?"

"We will meet if we are destined to." Zhang Qingdi said with a smile.

After listening to what Zhang Qingdi said, Li Shimin was sent back.

"This matter went so smoothly. I will definitely report it to Your Majesty." Taibai Jinxing said with a smile.

Guanyin snorted coldly.

The three of them went their separate ways.

A year later, Tang Seng set out from Chang'an. He first went to Famen Temple, and then went directly to Lingshan to seek the true scriptures.

In recent years, Tang Seng has become even more handsome, and because he has practiced Buddhism intensively, he indeed looks like a high-level monk.

Under the lamplight, the monks discussed the purpose of Buddhism and the reasons for going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

Some say that the water is far and the mountains are high, some say that there are many tigers and leopards on the road; some say that the mountains are steep and the cliffs are difficult to climb, some say that poisonous demons and monsters are hard to conquer.

Sanzang kept silent, but pointed his finger at his heart and nodded several times.

"Master, why do you point to your heart and nod your head?" a monk asked in confusion.

"When the mind arises, all kinds of demons arise; when the mind ceases, all kinds of demons cease.

I have made a great vow to the Buddha, and I cannot help fulfilling this wish. This time, I will definitely go to the Western Paradise, see the Buddha, and ask for the sutras, so that our Dharma Wheel can be reincarnated, and I wish the Holy King’s plan will be forever secure.”

The next day, Tang Sanzang set out with his two followers.

Emperor Zhang Qing was watching the Hu Xuan Dance in the brothel of Chang'an City, and said to Xiao Sheng with a smile, "This Elder Tang is almost at Shuangcha Ridge."

"Well, after passing Shuangcha Ridge, we will soon reach Wuxing Mountain." Xiaosheng was really happy for the monkey.

"Aren't you good friends with Elder Tang? Haven't you thought about helping him with the difficulties at Shuangcha Ridge?" Zhang Qingdi said as he scattered a handful of copper coins.

"Is it appropriate for me to go?"

"Shuangchaling is a suitable difficulty, and we will have to wait and see about the rest." Zhang Qingdi said.

"Then I'll go now." Xiaosheng got up and went to Shuangcha Ridge.

On the other side, Tang Seng and his two companions walked for dozens of miles and saw a mountain range. They had to push away the grass to find a path. The path was so rugged and difficult to walk on, and they were afraid that they had taken the wrong path.

While they were wondering, they suddenly lost their footing, and all three of them, along with their horses, fell into a pit.

Sanzang was panicked, and the two followers were even more frightened.

Before they could react, they heard a strange cry, "Bring the future! Bring the future!"

Suddenly, a strong wind rolled in, and fifty or sixty demons came out and grabbed Sanzang and his two followers.

After a while, Tang Seng finally met the three demon kings.

Xiong Shanjun, General Yin, and that special hermit.

This hermit is a wild bull spirit, Xiong Shanjun is a bear spirit, and General Yin is a tiger spirit. (End of this chapter)