Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 472: A Bridge Flying East and West

"Haha, monster, do you still want to eat young boys and girls?"

Looking at the King of Inspiration writhing and wailing in the sea of ​​fire, Red Boy clapped his hands and laughed.

After seeing this, Sun Wukong had to admit that Red Boy’s Samadhi Fire was truly powerful.

The mighty golden immortal demon was burned by the fire and rolled on the ground.

The King of Inspiration didn't care about the two of them. He opened his mouth and spit out a cold current to put out the flames on his body, but he found that the flames were not afraid of water. Instead, his cold current was boiled into hot water by the flames.

But the King of Inspiration has an extraordinary background. Since he was chosen by Guanyin, how could he not have some tricks up his sleeve?

Golden scales shed their shells!

The King of Inspiration immediately turned into his original form, a big goldfish. His originally shiny and beautiful golden scales were now burnt black and smelly.

The fish opened its mouth wide and actually spit out a smaller goldfish.

The shed old body was immediately burned to ashes after it lost the support of magic power.

This move consumed a lot of mana. The King of Inspiration, who had escaped, hated the two men so much that he immediately jumped out of the sea of ​​fire and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you plot against me!"

When Sun Wukong saw that the King of Inspiration had escaped the Samadhi Fire, he could not help but be surprised: "I underestimated you. Even the Samadhi Fire could not burn you to death."

"Red Boy, it seems that your fire is not working. You can't even roast a fish."

"Who said that!" When Red Boy heard what the monkey said, he wanted to save face in front of the monkey. He took out his fire spear and pointed it at the King of Inspiration. "Monster! Wait until I string you up and roast you! Let's see if you can escape!"

what? !

The two people in front of me turned out to be Sun Wukong and Red Boy!

The King of Inspiration is not an ordinary monster, so he has naturally heard of the names of these two people.

One is called the Monkey King, the other is called the Holy Infant King, neither of them is someone to be trifled with.

Especially that Red Boy. If it were any other monster, he would have been roasted to death by now because of that Samadhi Fire.

Seeing that Red Boy was about to attack, the King of Inspiration panicked and said sternly, "Who was that? Turns out to be a brat!"

"See how I break your magical power!"

Seeing that the King of Inspiration was confident, Red Boy suddenly became cautious, wanting to see what tricks he was going to play.

Who would have thought that the King of Inspiration was just bluffing, and looked as if he was going to display some earth-shattering magical power, but in the end he twisted his body and turned into a gust of wind, heading towards the Tongtian River next to him, trying to escape.

Red Boy was stunned. Realizing that he had been deceived, his face suddenly turned red. "Shameless monster! Don't run away!"

But it was too late. Seeing that the King of Inspiration was about to run away, even Sun Wukong was frightened by this monster.

Along the way, it was the first time he encountered such a shameless monster.

But the King of Inspiration doesn't care about all that. Between life and death, what's wrong with being a little shameless?
As long as he returns to Tongtian River, even if Sun Wukong and Red Boy have supernatural powers, they will never be able to catch him!
However, the originally turbulent Tongtian River turned into a large piece of land in the next second, and after turning into land, it quickly turned into divine iron with a metallic luster.

clang!
The King of Inspiration dived down and almost got his forehead broken and bleeding.

"It hurts to death!"

The King of Inspiration covered his head and cried out, then looked at the iron ground beneath his feet in disbelief. Where is my huge Tongtian River?

"You are the King of Inspiration, right? How dare you, a mere goldfish spirit, claim to be inspired! And how dare you demand young boys and girls to worship you every year?"

When they saw the flames rising into the sky, An Yan, Tang Sanzang and others rushed over from Chenjiazhuang, wanting to meet this king of inspiration.

It just so happened that An Yan saw that the King of Inspiration was very cunning, trying to escape by making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.

He immediately used the Thirty-Six Transformations of Tiangang to turn the river into land and point to the ground into steel, and turned the surface of the Tongtian River into steel land.

The King of Inspiration was already panicking at this time, how could he care about An Yan? He just wanted to turn into a demonic wind and escape.

But how could An Yan let him have his wish?
An Yan just pointed his finger, and the iron ground under the feet of the King of Inspiration immediately sprouted like a seed. In an instant, several iron branches grew out to form a cage and locked the King of Inspiration inside.

The King of Inspiration, who had just stirred up the evil wind, crashed into the cage and bounced back.

Seeing this, Red Boy laughed loudly, "Run? Run again! I'll see if you can escape from my master's grasp!"

"This time I'm going to turn you into a grilled fish!"

Hearing Red Boy's words, the King of Inspiration quickly conjured up a nine-petaled copper hammer. This copper hammer was no ordinary object either. With one strike, the iron cage was instantly broken.

"Hey! Monster, take a stick from me!"

Sun Wukong rushed over and hit the gap with his golden cudgel. As long as the King of Inspiration dared to come out, he would be hit head-on.

The golden hoop was so powerful that the anxious King of Inspiration mustered up his strength and swung his hammer again, hitting it with the golden hoop.

Since ancient times, people who can use hammers as weapons are considered to be extremely strong and powerful.

However, at this moment, the nine-petal copper hammer of the King of Inspiration was hit back by Sun Wukong's golden cudgel. The huge force made the King of Inspiration retreat repeatedly and hit the iron cage.

When Red Boy saw that the stinky monkey had stopped the man, he didn't waste any words and directly spit out a mouthful of fire, and the King of Inspiration enveloped him again.

The familiar pain came again, and the King of Inspiration was finally afraid, and shouted: "Please, Holy Infant King, please stop using your magical powers! I am the goldfish in the lotus pond of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I belong to the Bodhisattva!"

Seeing that this group of people did not play by the rules and did not ask the Bodhisattva to save them, the King of Inspiration had to protect himself.

"Nonsense! How could the lotus pond of Guanyin Bodhisattva give birth to a monster like you who feeds on young boys and girls?" Tang Sanzang shouted angrily.

"Everything I said is true! It's all true!"

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the Bodhisattva!"

Unfortunately, what the King of Inspiration didn’t know was that Guanyin and Galanjiedi had both gone to Lingshan and had not returned yet.

This disaster was destined to happen since he started eating people!
And An Yan's next words directly sentenced him to death, "Don't waste your energy. Even if the Bodhisattva comes today, he can't save you!"

The King of Inspiration despaired after hearing this!
He understood that there was another meaning in An Yan's words. Even if the Bodhisattva came, would he really recognize him?
I regret it!
You shouldn't just satisfy your momentary desire!
In the end, the King of Inspiration was cooked into a grilled fish by Red Boy and burned to ashes, leaving no trace of his body.

"Amitabha!"

Tang Sanzang was not chanting for the King of Inspiration, but for the boys and girls who were eaten by him.

He eats two boys and girls a year. I don’t know how many years this King of Inspiration has been the king and how many boys and girls he has eaten.

He also kept the words of the King of Inspiration in mind, and he would make sure to ask clearly when he saw the Bodhisattva.

What is the point of a test like this?
Isn’t the purpose of seeking the scriptures to save all living beings?

So what is this now?
Creating suffering when there is no suffering?
An Yan looked at the pale-faced Tang Sanzang and shook his head, leaving him alone for now.

After experiencing so much along the way, the Tang Sanzang in front of him is no longer the Tang Sanzang who was always confused.

After defeating the King of Inspiration, An Yan unleashed the spell and restored Tongtian River to normal.

Then the group returned to Chenjiazhuang and told the two elders the good news. After learning that they were finally no longer threatened by the King of Inspiration, the two elders cried with joy, and woke up the whole village by beating gongs and drums in the middle of the night to announce the good news.

The villagers who were awakened at first did not believe it until they saw that Chen Qing's children were still there after the sacrificial time and the King of Inspiration did not come to take them away. Only then did they finally believe it.

For a moment, there were loud sounds of gongs and drums and continuous firecrackers, as if they were celebrating the New Year and everyone was joyful.

When the villagers learned that An Yan and his friends needed a boat to cross the river, they patted their chests and promised that they would send them across by boat tomorrow.

Soon, the time came to the next day.

At the ferry outside Chenjiazhuang, more than a dozen boats that were slightly better than fishing boats and had roofs to protect against the rain appeared in front of us, and the people traveling with us kept piling goods on the boats.

Moreover, An Yan discovered that those who were preparing to set sail were saying goodbye to their families one by one, as if they would never return.

Seeing this, An Yan couldn't help but ask Chen Qinglai, who was standing beside him, "Mr. Chen, what's going on with you? I just went out for a trip, why do you act like you're parting forever?"

Tang Sanzang and the others also looked at Chen Qing in confusion.

Chen Qing sighed when he heard this, "Master An, you are all masters, so you naturally don't know the difficulties of us mortals."

"The Tongtian River is eight hundred miles wide, and it takes half a month to sail out and return each time. If there is a strong wind and big waves during this period, it is not uncommon for the boat to be overturned."

"Plus, there are many big fish in this river. When they are extremely hungry, they will attack passing ships."

“Therefore, every voyage is a matter of life and death.”

After hearing this, Sun Wukong was puzzled and asked: "If it is so dangerous, why do you still want to cross the river? Isn't it better not to go there?"

An Yan had already vaguely guessed the reason and sighed, "I'm afraid it's because money can make people's hearts flutter!"

"I guess the Chen family is wealthy, and this has something to do with it, right?"

After hearing what An Yan said, Tang Sanzang and the others looked at Chen Qing, wanting to know if this was true.

Chen Qing gave a thumbs up and praised: "Master An is indeed a master of Taoism. He hit the nail on the head."

"You don't know it when you first arrived, but the other side of the river is the Kingdom of Women in Xiliang. Things worth a hundred coins here can be worth ten thousand coins when transported there; things worth a hundred coins there can also be worth ten thousand coins when transported here."

"The profits outweigh the costs. This is much more profitable than farming at home, so the villagers left without caring about their lives."

There is a passage that says it very aptly.

When the profit reaches 10%, some people will start to make a move.

When the profit reaches 50%, some people dare to take risks.

When the profit reaches 100%, they dare to trample on all human laws.

And when profits reach 300%, people are not even afraid of going to the gallows.

Tang Sanzang sighed when he heard this, "In this world, fame and fortune are the most important things!"

Chen Qing had lived to this age and had seen the world clearly. He did not deny Tang Sanzang's words, but just said: "Elder, you are a monk, so you don't know."

"If we ordinary people don't fight hard, how can we ever get ahead? Why would people from all over the country rush to marry their daughters to Chenjiazhuang?"

An Yan agreed with this statement. If such a good thing happened in modern times, everyone would probably go out to sea.

When you have no money, living is more painful than dying.

Sun Wukong was not very concerned about this. He was only concerned about the itinerary and said, "If this is the case, then won't we have to spend a lot of time on this Tongtian River?"

"Actually, it's not that difficult. Just build a bridge." An Yan smiled slightly.

Walking in a straight line is always the shortest way, and since they are not ordinary people, their leg strength is extraordinary.

After hearing this, Chen Qing had a strange expression on his face, shook his head and said the word "difficult" three times.

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

"The Tongtian River is eight hundred miles long. Unless you are a god in heaven, this bridge cannot be built."

An Yan smiled slightly, "It's just a bridge, what's the difficulty?"

"Look at me!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at An Yan.

An Yan just raised his hand and pointed towards the ferry, and used his ability to mediate fate. In an instant, a stone bridge appeared at the ferry, and continued to grow, extending towards the other side where the end was invisible.

Everyone in Chenjiazhuang who saw this scene was stunned and looked at it in disbelief.

I just heard the young Taoist in front of me constantly saying "longer", and the bridge really kept getting longer.

I don’t know who shouted, “God is alive!”
Suddenly, all the people in Chenjiazhuang fell to their knees on the ground, bowing to An Yan who displayed his magical powers, and calling him a god with fanatical eyes.

After a while, An Yan stopped talking, put away his hands, and said calmly: "This bridge is done, isn't it? What's the difficulty?"

"God! A living god!"

"Please accept our homage!"

With this bridge, the profit return may be lower in the future, but for those who are the first to benefit, it is enough, enough for them to accumulate wealth for several lifetimes.

"If you really want to thank me, just do more good deeds, that will be enough."

The people of Chenjiazhuang were extremely moved by this. They said that An Yan was the god sent by the Jade Emperor to save their Chenjiazhuang. They also said that they would build a shrine for An Yan and offer incense to him day and night.

"Master, next time you want to show off, can you take me with you?"

Walking on the bridge built by his master with magic, Red Boy looked up at his master enviously.

He also wanted to try the feeling of being admired by others. It felt so good!
Seeing Red Boy's envious look, An Yan secretly thought that he really had a childish personality, and said with a smile: "Okay, Master will take you with him to show off together."

Red Boy seemed to have a million questions in mind, "Master? What does it mean to pretend to be cool?"

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“It means to be cool.”

Thinking that Red Boy was still young and his father was still being ridden by him, An Yan only explained one meaning.

Hearing this, Red Boy shouted, "Then I will also pretend to be cool in the future!"

Ao Lie and the others burst into laughter when they heard this.

And at the bottom of Tongtian River, an old alligator was looking up at the long bridge spanning the east and west banks. There was a look of shock in his eyes, but then a hint of regret.

I originally wanted to give my benefactor a ride and ask him to help me ask him when he could shed his shell and transform into a human body.

Now it seems that there is no chance.

(End of this chapter)