Martial Arts: Immortality Begins from The Deer and the Cauldron

Chapter 1143 Chenjiazhuang

Who says only monsters can eat people? People can eat monsters too!

Tang Sanzang was riding on the white dragon horse with an extremely depressed look on his face, "Master Qin, when can we reach the next country?"

"I don't know about this. It should take some time." Qin Ran said uncertainly.
  The eyes of the long-browed Arhat and the mendicant Arhat who were watching secretly showed contempt. The incident of Tang Sanzang visiting a brothel spread throughout Lingshan. This kind of thing can actually be addictive.

Along the way, they were observing in secret. They had heard the fat monk say this many times, and they really wanted to be slapped.

The Buddhist scripture-seeking team traveled for more than ten days, traveling at dawn and at night, eating plenty of fish and meat. Tang Sanzang unknowingly gained a few pounds.

After a period of time, these three Arhats have already adapted to all this and are too lazy to care about the fat monk. As long as the disaster can be completed smoothly, they don't care about anything else.

On this day, the Buddhist scriptures team finally came to a large and boundless river.

Tang Sanzang was riding on the white dragon horse, and he heard the sound of the roaring river in the distance. When he came to the water's edge, he saw that the water of the river was vast, with waves reaching the sky and no edges. He climbed down and sighed: "This river is so wide, how can we cross it?
  "Master, let me try and see how deep the river is?" Sha Monk picked up a big stone next to him and threw it into the river. The stone sank without even splashing.

Sha Monk looked a little depressed, "Master, this river is extremely deep, it should be difficult to cross it!"

Tang Sanzang was frightened for a while. Such a light stone sank without even a splash of water. Just his two hundred kilograms of fat meat, including people and horses, sank together. I'm afraid he will die in a short time. Burp fart.

Tang Sanzang turned to Qin Ran and asked: "Master Qin, how wide is this river?"

Qin Ran said nonchalantly, "We'll find out if we jump into the air and see."

Sun Wukong jumped into the air and looked intently. He saw the river stretching to the sky as far as the eye could see. He was a little frightened and lowered his head. "Master, the river is boundless. My old Sun's golden eyes can usually see thousands of miles away, but now I can see You can’t even see the shore when you go there.”

Tang Sanzang was completely stunned. This life is really full of ups and downs, and it is too difficult to learn from it.

Qin Ran walked to the side and kicked out the stone tablet buried in the sand. He saw three large seal characters written on it, which was "Tongtian River", and there were ten small characters in the two lines below.

"A journey of eight hundred miles is the journey of a young man from ancient times."

Tang Sanzang heard the commotion and came over. When he saw these words, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Master, the river is so wide that it's difficult to cross it for a while. It's already getting late. Let's find a place to stay for one night and then leave another day." Qin Ran suggested, looking at the inspiration not far away. Dawang Temple, this temple is quite impressive.

"Amitabha, what Mr. Qin said is right." Tang Sanzang nodded and said, the frustration in his heart was slightly relieved.

"Master, listen, there are people playing drums in the distance. I guess they are making fast food." Sun Wukong continued.

Tang Sanzang nodded, climbed onto the back of the white dragon horse again, and followed the sound.

I saw a village in the distance. The houses were densely packed together, with about four to five hundred households.
  I saw a flag erected in front of a house on the roadside. There were bright lights and cigarette smoke inside, and there were three characters "Chenjiazhuang" written on it.

Tang Sanzang and Qin Ran went in first and saw that the owner of the house was asking a group of monks to perform rituals. The old man looked sad. "Amitabha, the donor, and the poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east to worship Buddha and seek scriptures in the west. When passing by this place, it was getting late and wanted to stay here for the night." Tang Sanzang walked forward with the appearance of an enlightened monk. Go and perform the Buddhist ritual politely.

Chen Taigong took a look at Tang Sanzang and saw that he was white and fat, with a rich look on his face. He was a little surprised. Why did this Buddhist monk have such a fat head and big ears? The young man next to him was quite handsome. , seems to be a figure from the Tang Dynasty.

Chen Taigong hurriedly came up to greet him, and after some polite greetings, he welcomed Tang Sanzang and Qin Ran in.

Sun Wukong and Sha Monk who were waiting outside also walked in after hearing the greeting.

These monks who were performing rituals were beating drums and chanting sutras with compassionate faces. They all had a decent appearance and looked like enlightened monks. But after seeing Sun Wukong and Sand Monk, they were all frightened to the point of peeing. Liu, frightened, fled from the Chen family.

"Monsters, monsters!" Chen Taigong was filled with frustration. All the monks he hired with huge sums of money were unsatisfactory, and all of them ran away!
  Tang Monk immediately stepped forward and said, "Old man, don't panic. These are the apprentices of the poor monk. Although they look ugly, they are all good people."

After some explanations, Mr. Chen felt relieved and quickly welcomed a group of people into the house.

Chen Taigong's family is considered a wealthy family in Chenjiazhuang. There are two brothers in the family and numerous servants. There are many incense and candles placed in the house for ritual purposes.

The servants were lighting torches and lanterns, and suddenly they looked up and saw Sun Wukong and Sand Monk. They were so frightened that they ran away, "The monster is coming! The monster is coming!"

Such a loud cry alarmed the entire Chen family, and another old man walked in with a cane. This old man was Taigong Chen's eldest brother, and he looked quite courageous.

"What kind of monster is it? It came to my Xiangshan home in the middle of the night?"

Chen Taigong hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Brother, please don't make a fuss. These people are not demons, but holy monks from the Tang Dynasty. They are all good people.

The old man felt relieved, put his crutch aside, sat tremblingly next to him, and after being polite again, he quickly asked the servant to watch the tea.

Now the two old men started talking to Qin Ran and Tang Sanzang, and arranged a vegetarian banquet. Unfortunately, no one in the Journey to the West team was vegetarian. Tang Sanzang didn't even move his chopsticks. He just ate it not long ago. Pig's trotters are not hungry at all.

After chatting for a while, Tang Sanzang realized that these two old men were actually from the same sect of him.

Qin Ran asked with a smile, "Old man, what kind of ritual did you just do? What happened in this village?"

A sad look appeared on Chen Taigong's face, and he said in a low voice, "Sir, to be honest, the name of the meditation hall we just built is the Preparation for Death!"

"Oh? Old man, what is preparatory practice for the fast of death?"

Sun Wukong asked with interest as he took a bite of the peach.

The two old men looked at each other with a look of embarrassment on their faces, and turned to Qin Ran and asked: "Sir, when you are waiting to learn from the scriptures, why don't you take the right path and come to us instead?"

Qin Ran replied: "Of course I took the right path, but a river blocked the way, and suddenly I heard the sound of drums. It was getting late, so I came to stay for the night."

(End of this chapter)