Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 377 Actors please take their places

Seven days later.

Outside the city of Chang'an, flags were flying high, and the Tang Emperor and a group of ministers personally escorted An Yan and Master Xuanzang to the outside of the Great Wall.

Like Tang Sanzang, An Yan was leading a white horse and following the two followers who were teasing Li Shimin. The package contained travel expenses, winter and summer clothes, and a CD with documents for passing the customs.

Speaking of which, the name Tripitaka was given by Li Shimin.

Moreover, due to the presence of An Yan, after careful consideration, Li Shimin did not recognize Tang Sanzang as his younger brother.

Of course, Tang Sanzang was given a lot of money for his travel. Considering that he was a monk, he was given a purple gold bowl to beg for alms.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as begging in Taoism. An Yan doesn't want to go around begging for food with just a bowl.

As for the Taoist scriptures given by Taishang Laojun, he was asked to put them in the storage space.

Li Shimin had three cups of imperial wine brought to him, divided them between the two men, and raised his cup, saying, "It has been many years since we left, and the journey is long and the mountains are high. Let me drink this cup to show my farewell to you."

An Yan did not have as many concerns as Tang Sanzang. He stood opposite Li Shimin and drank the whole drink in one gulp.

Tang Sanzang held the wine in his hand, but he couldn't drink it. He was in a dilemma and had to say, "Your Majesty, alcohol is the first thing a monk should avoid. Since I was a monk, I have never touched alcohol."

For a moment, Li Shimin's smile froze and the atmosphere became a little subtle.

Because of An Yan's intervention, Li Shimin, who already had little good impression of Buddhism, lost his favor towards it even more.

It was not until he saw Sanzang's innocent and pure eyes that the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.

An Yan blinked, smiled slightly, raised his hand and took the imperial wine from Tang Sanzang, which surprised Tang Sanzang and Li Shimin.

"Your Majesty, it is the duty of monks to strictly abide by the rules and regulations. How many monks in this world can have a pure heart like Master Sanzang?"

"Since I am traveling with Master Sanzang, let me drink this glass of wine on his behalf, so as not to make things difficult for Master Sanzang."

An Yan's offer to drink wine on his behalf made Tang Sanzang's eyes light up with gratitude. He put his palms together and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. An, for your kindness in drinking wine on my behalf."

He originally thought that he would not get along with An Yan. After all, he had witnessed the situation that day. Now it seems that he was judging others by his own standards.

Sin, sin, Amitabha.

Li Shimin looked at Tang Sanzang, who was full of gratitude, and then at An Yan. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there were people in Buddhism who were devoted to it.

So, he didn't care too much and drank it all in one gulp with An Yan.

After declining, An Yan set out on the journey to the west with Tang Sanzang.

The shadow moving galaxy is near, and the moon is bright without a speck of dust.The sound of wild geese sings in the distant Han, and the rhythm of anvil resounds to the west.

They did not stop along the way until they reached Hezhouwei, the mountain and river border of the Tang Dynasty, where An Yan and Tang Sanzang paused for a moment.

Only after leaving Hezhouwei can we truly journey west.

The generals and monks stationed at the border had already heard about the imperial envoy's journey to the west and had sent people to wait at the city gate.

Monks want to be invited to Buddhist temples, and Taoists want to be invited to Taoist temples.

In order to avoid internal strife, An Yan and Tang Sanzang decided to live in the city and not bother the monks from Hezhouwei.

After going through many hardships along the way, An Yan and Tang Sanzang became familiar with each other, and the monk and the Taoist became friends.

As for whether or not to convert Tang Sanzang to Taoism, An Yan felt that it was up to fate. After all, he had witnessed the other party's determination to seek Buddha, which was as determined as his own desire to seek Taoism.

into the night.

The general arranged a vegetarian meal for Tang Sanzang. An Yan had no taboos and ate and drank as he pleased.

After three rounds of drinking.

The slightly tipsy general couldn't help but wonder why the two men were going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and asked them the reason.

The area outside the Great Wall is not like the border of the Tang Dynasty. Not only are there high mountains and long rivers, but there are also many jackals, tigers and leopards, high mountains and steep cliffs, and even demons and monsters roaming around along the way.

"Seek Buddha's help and obtain the scriptures!"

“Preaching and teaching the scriptures!”

Hearing the two people's completely different answers, the slightly drunken general was stunned. Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together with a pious look on his face.

An Yan was free and easy and natural, with a bit of the demeanor of Laozi who rode a cow out of Hangu Pass to the west.

"That's weird! That's weird!"

The general shook his head and muttered to himself, unable to understand how the two of them got together.

"Hahaha!!!"

Seeing the general's funny look, An Yan and Tang Sanzang couldn't help but smile at each other.

The two had already reached a consensus along the way.

I preach and you learn, we don't interfere with each other and make progress together.

After all, in Tang Sanzang's view, if An Yan's Taoist scriptures can benefit the people, it would be a great merit, so why should he stop it?
Isn't his purpose of seeking the scriptures to benefit all people?

It has to be said that compared to the Buddha who sits high above in the West and looks down on all living beings, Tang Sanzang is more like a Buddha walking in the world.

When An Yan first heard these remarks, he was shocked.

With his Golden Immortal cultivation, he could naturally tell whether what Tang Sanzang said was true or false.

It was also from that moment that his mentality changed quietly.

Uncle Jiu’s previous teachings, what he saw and heard in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, and his own experiences along the way.

He felt enlightened.

There are things to be done, but there could be more sincerity.

On the way to the West, he took each step carefully. He was not only walking, but also proving the truth.

This is indeed the case. From the moment he woke up, he seemed to have an epiphany buff. The speed at which he cultivated and comprehended the laws was ten times faster than usual. And as time went by and his understanding deepened, the speed continued to increase.

He didn't even dare to imagine what level of cultivation he would have if he really walked step by step to the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

Taiyi Jinxian? Or Daluo Jinxian? Or...
An Yan didn't dare to think about it further.

After a short pause, the group set off again the next day and left the border of the Tang Dynasty.

At this time, the autumn wind has already blown.

Looking back at the distant Datang Mountains, the maple leaves have turned red and the old friends are far away in the mist and rain.

Even An Yan was worried for a moment, thinking of Feicui and the others, as well as Dongqing, Zhao Li and Wang Xiaoya.
Speaking of which, Wang Xiaoya is still waiting for his holy fruit to save his life.

He shook his head, suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, and wondered when he would find time to go back and take a look.

Tang Sanzang and his four followers were unable to turn back for a long time.

But soon, they were in no mood to reminisce.

Although An Yan cannot use magic power, his basic skills are still there. His four followers are all martial artists and they can move briskly while carrying their loads.

But Tang Sanzang's life was a bit miserable. He either waded across the river or climbed over mountains, and his butt was almost broken.

I don’t know how much time I had walked.

It was already late autumn at this time. Everyone got up early, ate some dry food, and walked on the rugged mountain road in the frost.

But the mountains were high and the forests were dense, so An Yan and Tang Sanzang had no choice but to dismount and lead the horses, leaving their two followers to pull weeds and clear the way.

After walking for dozens of miles, they arrived at the foot of a mountain.

An Yan sniffed and his eyes casually swept through the overgrown forest on one side.

There's something weird!
It seems that after all the calm along the way, the actors are finally in place.

Next, it’s time to test his acting skills.

An Yan's lips curled up slightly.

(End of this chapter)