Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 131 Flaming Mountain

Blowing lightly, I saw that the hard-core soldier turned into a liquid and slowly melted into the golden cudgel. After a flash of light, Ruyi's golden cudgel became bigger, and the golden light faintly revealed a thick It is black, and its weight has also doubled several times.

This is the method of refining weapons that Sun Wukong obtained from his inherited memory. It is only suitable for refining stick weapons, and it also includes some other methods of fighting.

Sun Wukong already knew the origin of his footsteps at this time, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. He felt that although the primordial spirit of the chaotic demon ape created him, it didn't mean that he would lose his true self in the future and become the one who only knew how to fight. Crazy Demon Ape.

At this time, he thought in his heart: "My old grandson is Monkey King Sun Wukong, Monkey King, and he will never become a chaotic demon ape..."

Sun Wukong played the brand new golden cudgel twice, then shrank it and put it in his ear again.

"Let's go, Xiaobai, let's go! Don't be dazed, Wukong, come and follow me. Today I will teach you something more fun than playing cards..."

Just like that, the group started on the road again, a forest appeared in front of them, and there was a road in the forest that could accommodate a carriage.

But that is a road that can pass through with the width of an ordinary carriage, and the caravan will be much larger, and many branches of trees block the way.

At this time, on a table in the caravan, several people were playing mahjong to their heart's content, and no one wanted to stop, so Monkey King cast an earthen spell to move the trees blocking the way aside. After the caravan passed, Those trees are back in place again.

Then a strange scene appeared in the woods. The trees in front of the caravan seemed to have spirituality, and they all gave way to the caravan pulled by the white dragon horse.

There was a group of forest robbers ambushing in the woods. Seeing this scene, a whistler stuttered in fright and told their leader about it.

Forty robbers came to the edge of the forest to check. After seeing the miracle of the trees giving way, they all knelt down and said that they welcomed the immortal master.

The people in the RV naturally ignored these mortals. Even when passing by, Monkey King was worried that they would suddenly rush out to disturb their four-player mahjong, so he directly cast a body-holding technique to freeze the forty robbers.

Half an hour after the RV passed by, the robbers were released from the state of immobilization, their faces full of disbelief, and their hearts filled with awe of the immortal Buddha.

What they didn't know was that when a young man riding a donkey passed by their village, he saw that there was no one there, and directly took away all their accumulated silver.

Master Xuanzang and his disciples walked on the road for several months. At this time, the weather had entered autumn, the wind was bleak, and wild geese were flying south.

The autumn wind whistled outside with a bitter chill, and because of the air-conditioning in the caravan, the four seasons were like spring. After this period of strengthening, Xuanzang's cultivation of immortality reached the same level as Monkey King, the early stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

The RV drove forward for a few more days and entered a Gobi desert. The temperature suddenly rose, as if entering another world.

The further west one went, the hotter the weather became. Later, the air became distorted, and the ground was dry and cracked, almost smoking.

Xuanzang's spiritual sense swept away, and he immediately understood that this is the Flame Mountain!
Although the weather is hot, there are many residents living nearby, all of whom are quite different from those from the Central Plains. Their skin color is like copper, they wear light-colored clothes, and they live in thick adobe buildings with small windows.

Going forward is a market held by local people. Various street stalls and shops directly blocked the way. Xuanzang and others got out of the RV in advance and planned to pass by here on foot.

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhu Bajie yelled, "What kind of place is this! Why is it so hot, it's a little weirdly hot, could it be that we're at the sunset in the Shari country?"

"Don't talk nonsense, idiots, it's still far away from Shari Kingdom!" Sun Wukong responded.

Putting away the caravan, Xuanzang rode on the white dragon horse, and a group of people approached the market.

"Che Cake, delicious Cake Cake!"

"Hot tea, big bowl of hot tea!"

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The cries of hawking kept ringing in my ears. The market here is full of locals with copper skin to set up stalls, but there are some merchants with other skin colors passing by.

The most expensive things sold here are hot tea, hot soup, goat milk, etc., as long as they are linked to water, they are hard currency here.

Selling cloth and silk, the tailor shop is actually an unpopular business, and there are some unnamed utensils on the side, such as straw hats made of long plants, and various earthen pots and clay pots all over the place.

Various treasures were placed in earthen jars and pottery jars, some were money, some were utensils, and even a small bottle of clear water. This kind of unknown attracted many merchants to stand in front of the stalls to try their luck.

The four masters and apprentices passed through the market, and further ahead there was a temple built of red bricks, with various brocade cloths hanging on the outside, and a plaque on it, named: Iron Fan Fairy Temple.

Whether it is a local red-skinned person or a passing merchant, when they pass by this temple, most of them show a pilgrimage expression, solemn expression, and admiration in their eyes.

At this time, a pilgrim came out of the temple. Sun Wukong grabbed his arm and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask this father-in-law, whose temple is this? Why is it so hot here in autumn?"

"It's your first time here as an outsider! This place is called Huoyan Mountain. There is no spring or autumn, and it is hot in all seasons." The red-faced old man looked at Xuanzang and the others.

Hearing the name, Xiong Likui asked doubtfully, "Flame Mountain?"

"That's right, the mountain is full of flames, of course it's called Flame Mountain! It's sixty miles away from here, and it's the only way to the west. There are eight hundred miles of flames, and there is no grass around it. If you pass by the mountain, it is considered a The brass brain and the iron body will also turn into juice!"

"Then what is this temple?"

"This temple is the temple of the Iron Fan Immortal. She is a benevolent immortal sent from heaven. The food production near the Huoyan Mountain depends entirely on the Iron Fan Immortal! For other things, you don’t want to stay here for a long time, it’s not good to disturb the believers in those temples!”

The red-faced old man left behind these words and left with a big basket on his back.

Sun Wukong pinched his chin and was thinking about how to pass the Flame Mountain, but Xuanzang said pointedly: "Wukong, this place has a lot to do with you!"

"Huh? Master, you mean that the Flame Mountain here is related to me?" Sun Wukong looked strange and recalled carefully.

Xuanzang pointed out: "500 years ago, the fire bricks in the Bagua furnace..."

Sun Wukong slapped his head and turned his eyes to look at the Flame Mountain in the distance. He saw that the fiery flames on the top of the mountain were indeed similar to the real fire in the gossip furnace, but lacked some condensed aura.

　Ask for a monthly ticket, recommend a ticket~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)