Martial Arts: Immortality Begins from The Deer and the Cauldron

Chapter 1043

The apparent murderer, the Yellow Wind Monster, had already been beaten to pieces by Sun Wukong and Qin Ran, and now there were no clues left.

But Guanyin still can't blame the two of them.
  Guanyin sighed in his heart and warned in a deep voice: "In that case, Tang Sanzang, just continue your journey to the west!"

"But Lingji Bodhisattva, can he really not be resurrected?" Tang Sanzang asked unwillingly with a look of loneliness on his face.

Lingji Bodhisattva was beaten to death by the Yellow Wind Monster because he came to save him. Although Qin Ran and Sun Wukong had killed the monster, he still felt guilty.

"Tang Sanzang, I know you are kind-hearted, but this matter is not your fault, and there is no need to feel guilty. Although Lingji Bodhisattva passed away, he died for the great cause of seeking scriptures from the West and for the welfare of all sentient beings who are sinking into the sea of ​​suffering. A worthy death.

The most important thing for you now is to set off quickly and rush to the Great Thunder Sound Temple in the West to obtain the Mahayana scriptures, preach the Dharma, and help all living beings escape from the sea of ​​suffering. In this way, Lingji Bodhisattva, who is truly knowledgeable, will also feel relieved. "

Avalokitesvara instilled another great principle,

"Disciple, I obey. Thank you very much for your advice."

Tang Sanzang mounted the white dragon horse again and headed west, followed by Qin Ran and Sun Wukong.

Guanyin sighed, still a little unwilling, and checked the place again, but still found nothing, so he had to return to Dayei Temple.

Tang Sanzang was swaying on the white dragon horse, walking extremely slowly and feeling a little depressed.

This time, Sun Wukong stopped exploring the road ahead. He and Qin Ran walked slowly behind, smiling and saying: "Master Qin, this is really a big scene. I, the old grandson, let out a bad breath. I admire you."

"There, the Great Sage has commended you. There is still a long way to go. Please take care of the Great Sage." Qin Ran smiled and said modestly,
  "That's natural. I, Old Sun, was plotted by them and treated as a chess piece that they manipulated at will. Although I can't compete with them head on, it's really refreshing to stir up the storm in the dark."

Sun Wukong's heart is extremely happy. He has been under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years. The impulse and anger in his heart have been smoothed out a lot. He knows that some things are impossible to contend with, and he understands the principle of forbearance.

These two guys were walking behind Tang Sanzang, chattering,
  "It seems that Master Sanzang is very unhappy. This incident must have hit him hard."

"Master, this person has always been compassionate and considerate of all living beings, but the mortal eye cannot tell the difference between good and bad." Sun Wukong curled his lips.

Qin Ran naturally heard the disdain in Sun Wukong's tone and didn't take it seriously.

The personalities of Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang are very different, and Sun Wukong has always disliked Tang Sanzang's pedantry. Along the way, there has been no friction between the two. First, under the guidance of Qin Ran, Tang Sanzang's personality has improved a lot. The second is that he is mediating the changes.

Qin Ran decided to persuade the fat monk and let him understand part of the truth. "Master, please walk slower."

"Master Qin, what are you looking for?" Tang Sanzang came back to his senses, reined in his horse and asked in surprise.

"I just saw that the master looked lonely, and I wanted to remind the master that the master should not feel too guilty about the death of Lingji Bodhisattva." Qin Ran's words seemed to have deep meaning.

Tang Sanzang was stunned and asked: "Amitabha, what do Mr. Qin mean by these words?"

He had some doubts in his heart. This Lingji Bodhisattva was obviously beaten to death by the Yellow Wind Monster because he saved him. What does it mean to not feel sorry for him? Is there any hidden secret in this?
  Before Qin Ran could speak, Sun Wukong smiled and said: "Master, you don't know something. After my grandson had a battle with the yellow wind monster yesterday, his eyes were injured by his Samadhi Divine Wind, and he encountered a Farmer, I didn’t expect this ordinary old farmer to have a potion that can heal my eyes.”

"Wukong, your eye was blown" Tang Sanzang asked in surprise.

Qin Ran explained: "Master, please think about it. The yellow wind monster has great magical powers, and the wind it blows can even injure the great sage's fiery eyes. How can an old farmer at the foot of the mountain be cured? Do you think it's strange? Strange? "And the strangest thing is that we walked through that place before, but we didn't encounter anything at that time, but then a house appeared out of thin air. Master, you might as well think about it, what does this mean?"

"What does it mean?" Tang Sanzang was a little unable to react.

Qin Ran explained patiently: “Master, think about it, there was no house in the first place, but then it appeared out of thin air.

Just like that time we were in Guanyin Temple, the cassock was lost, but suddenly appeared in the baggage, and the Buddha's light soared into the sky. These things are extremely strange. Master, you might as well think about it carefully and you will find something fishy in it. "

Tang Sanzang fell into silence. What happened in Guanyin Temple was still fresh in his memory. It seemed like someone was secretly arranging it. "Master Qin, do you mean that these things were jointly staged by Bodhisattvas and monsters?" a play?"

Tang Sanzang thought for a while and asked.

"You can say that." Qin Ran nodded.

After hearing Qin Ran's confirmation, Tang Sanzang was stunned and felt a little unbelievable.

You must know that his lifelong ideal is to one day obtain the Mahayana Sutra, promote Buddhism, help all living beings, and escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

But suddenly I knew that the disasters I experienced along the way were deliberately arranged by someone, and I felt a little doubtful about life.
  "Master Qin, I wonder if you have any other evidence?" Tang Sanzang still couldn't believe it.

"Of course, Master, you have been captured by monsters for so long, have you ever been harmed at all?"

"Not really." Tang Sanzang shook his head. After the yellow wind monster caught him, he threw him in the cave and ignored him.

"This is the problem. You must know that the yellow wind monster is a rat spirit. Every day, he orders his little monsters to capture passers-by and serve them as appetizers. It can be said that he can eat countless people. But why after catching the master, But you ignore it?" Qin Ran asked next.

Tang Sanzang was silent again for a while. Of course he would not believe this cruel killing monster. Suddenly his conscience realized that after thinking about it, there was only one reason, and that was that someone was deliberately arranging it behind his back.

"Master Qin, maybe it's the monster who saw the master being fat and white, and disliked the greasy food, so he didn't eat it." Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang and was confused again, and laughed and teased from the side.

"You hozen really don't know etiquette. You actually teased me about being a teacher. Why does this monster insist on eating me?" Tang Sanzang scolded him dissatisfied.

"Master, since you said so, I have some good news to tell you," Sun Wukong said with a smile.

"What good news?" Tang Sanzang asked curiously.

"I don't know when, but there is a rumor spread among these monsters. It is said that the Buddhist scripture collector from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, where the Buddha sat, was reincarnated by the golden cicada. As long as he eats a piece of his meat, he can live forever. Not old." Tang Sanzang was trembling in fright. What the hell, my meat has such effects. Even I don't know.

Damn good news, it’s obviously a shock, right?
  "Wukong, are you telling the truth? Are you trying to trick me as a master?" Tang Sanzang looked worried.

"Master, everything the Great Sage said is true, I can testify to this." Qin Ran assured.

Tang Sanzang felt more and more frightened in his heart. Who was so wicked and wanted to kill himself?
  "And the yellow wind monster not only didn't eat you, he didn't even move the white horse." Wukong pointed at the white dragon horse and said.

"Yes, this white horse is transformed into a divine dragon, and this dragon meat is a great tonic. Whether it is fried or stewed, it is always delicious."

Qin Ran added fuel to the fire, talking to Sun Wukong, which only shook Tang Sanzang's thoughts.

Bai Longma felt a chill in his heart when he heard this. Did these three guys finally stare at him?

Tang Sanzang turned around and stared at the white dragon horse. Mr. Qin was right. This horse was transformed into a white dragon. It would neither eat him nor the horse. It was clear that there was something wrong.

"So, Master, all this was indeed arranged deliberately. You don't have to feel guilty about the death of Lingji Bodhisattva." Qin Ran explained.

"Thank you Mr. Qin for your advice. The poor monk was able to see the facts clearly today. Let's set off as soon as possible."

Tang Sanzang let out a long breath and felt much more relaxed. The group of people hurried on their way and soon came to a large river.

The river is vast, the waves are surging, the water is dangerous, and there is no end as far as the eye can see. The shore is full of yellow quicksand, the sand moves with the water, the water flows and the sand flows, and a thin layer of fine sand rolls on the rough river surface.

Tang Sanzang climbed down from the back of the white dragon horse, stood by the river, and looked into the distance, feeling shocked in his heart.

"Where is this place? How can this water be so dangerous?"

"Master Sanzang, this is the Eight Hundred Miles of Liusha River." Qin Ran said casually, but he was thinking about this difficulty in his heart, and how to add fuel to the fire.

"This water is boundless at a glance, probably more than eight hundred miles away." Tang Sanzang was a little doubtful.

"I'm talking about eight hundred miles wide and ten thousand miles long."

"How do you know, Mr. Qin? Have you been here before?" Tang Sanzang was a little surprised.

Sun Wukong laughed and said: "Master, there is a stone tablet here with something written on it!"

Tang Sanzang looked to the side, and sure enough he found a stone tablet. When he stepped forward, he saw the words on the front: "The Liusha River is thousands of miles long and eight hundred miles wide. The boundary of eight hundred quicksands is three thousand weak and the water is so deep that a goose feather cannot float." , the reeds sink to the bottom."

After Tang Sanzang read it, he gasped. He couldn't even float with a goose feather. If he fell in, no matter how much he fluttered, he would sink to the bottom.

"Master Qin, Wukong, there are no ships walking on such a large water surface. How should we get there?" Tang Sanzang looked melancholy.

Sun Wukong flew into the air, turned his piercing eyes, and looked into the distance. He was also a little surprised: "Master, it seems that what is said on the stone tablet is true. This river is extremely wide. If you want me to pass by myself, just twist your waist." Okay, but Master, you have a mortal body and are covered in fat. It is really difficult to get over it. "

"The waves on the river are turbulent. Even if there is a boat, it will sink." Qin Ran continued to attack.

Tang Sanzang became even more discouraged when he heard this. He sat down on the back of the white dragon horse, stroked the soft white dragon horse hair, and sighed:
  "Amitabha, White Dragon Horse, White Dragon Horse, it would be great if you could grow a pair of wings."

The white dragon horse was speechless for a while. It could soar into the clouds and ride on the mist, but Guanyin Bodhisattva did not allow it. Before taking the scriptures, he warned him not to use his magic power at will.

Tang Sanzang rode the white dragon horse wildly for a day, and now his stomach growled with hunger, so he winked at Sun Wukong,

"Wukong, my master is hungry!"

"I understand, master." Sun Wukong felt helpless. This fat monk only knows how to eat!
  Sun Wukong came back soon, holding a fat wild boar in his hand. He skinned it and cleaned it consciously.

Qin Ran grilled wild boar meat on the bank of the Liusha River. After a while, an alluring aroma spread out. The wild boar meat was fresh and tender, and the fat was sizzling down. Qin Ran added various seasonings. The fragrance is more intense.

Just when a few people were enjoying their meal, the quicksand river suddenly surged like a mountain, and a strange-looking goblin flew out.

The goblin's head is shiny and hairless, like a lightbulb. Nine skulls hang around his neck. He holds a gleaming treasure staff in his hand. He looks like a killer. He is fierce and ugly, just like the original. Sha Wujing, the Sha Seng in the plot.

In the Heavenly Court, Qin Ran had seen this guy. At that time, he was so majestic and heroic. He didn't expect that he would become like this after only staying in the Liusha River for a hundred years. Time really kills the pig. Knife, the pain that pierces the heart every seven days must be uncomfortable.
  This Sha Monk ate nine scripture collectors one after another in the Liusha River, so he felt something in his heart when he saw Tang Sanzang.

Especially what Tang Sanzang was eating was so fat and in vain. In the eyes of Monk Sha, it was a delicious meal that could cure heartache. Immediately, Monk Sha turned into a whirlwind and rushed toward the shore.
  Tang Sanzang was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hid behind Sun Wukong, "Ah! Wukong, protect me as your master!"

Qin Ran pulled out the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, flew into the air, and slashed with one sword. The sword's light was majestic, and the entire Quicksand River surged up to a height of a hundred feet.

Monk Sha raised the magic staff to resist, but his hands were shattered by the sword light. He was extremely horrified. He knew that he had met an expert this time, and he was about to use his magical power to return to the Liusha River.

But Qin Ran was already on guard. He fired out a sword technique and transformed into a hundred giant swords in the air, which fell to the ground and trapped Monk Sha firmly in the center.

Monk Sha tried his best to escape, but he couldn't escape. He was panicking and begged for mercy: "Young Master, I have blind eyes and don't recognize Taishan. I bumped into you all at once. Please don't blame me. Just let me go this time." ."

"You have eaten a lot of people in this quicksand river. You are guilty of so many crimes. I can't let you go." Qin Ran said with a serious look on his face.

Monk Sha couldn't help but be shocked. He had indeed eaten nine pilgrims in succession, but how did this person know?
  Tang Sanzang felt relieved when he saw that the monster was suppressed by Qin Ran.

(End of this chapter)