Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 218

The sun is setting and there are no monsters in front of us. The only thing we need to pay attention to is 'Lingyundu'.

Xuanzang took out his mobile phone, found another song, clicked on it, and played it. The sound equipment on the caravan and the loudspeaker on the white dragon horse's neck all released this nursery rhyme at the same time.

As memories slowly came to mind, Zhu Bajie pushed down his sunglasses, "Tsk tsk, this song master played is interesting..."

"The white dragon's horseshoe faces west

Carrying Tang Sanzang and following three apprentices

West Paradise to learn Buddhist scriptures on the road

It's tens of thousands of miles
What kind of monsters and ghosts, what kind of beautiful women

……

fighting demons work together
Evil cannot defeat justice! "

The white dragon horse walked in the front, squinting his eyes and listening to the song, his walking posture was more domineering, with a kind of majestic momentum.

The closer you get to Lingshan Mountain, the mountains and plains are full of exotic flowers and plants, forests of immortal trees, towering ancient trees, and auspicious beasts jumping in the forest.

Xuanzang couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw it, and directly gathered a large area of ​​various flowers, trees, and strange animals and put them in his primordial world.

After walking on the road for about six or seven days, a high-rise building appeared in front of the mountain, reaching hundreds of feet into the sky, surrounded by auspicious clouds, looking up at the sunset, and leading hands to pick flying stars.

Approaching the pavilion, there is a white Taoist boy standing outside the door. He is wearing brocade clothes and shaking a jade stag.Immortal scriptures hanging on the elbows, and shoes on the feet.

"Is the person here a Buddhist scripture learner from the East?"

Xuanzang nodded, then groped from his bosom, and took out several sets of trench coats under Daotong's stunned eyes.

"Wukong, we're almost at Lingshan, change into the new clothes prepared for you by the teacher!"

Xuanzang handed Sun Wukong a leopard-print coat, and then gave Xiong Likui a wolf fur trench coat, while Xuanzang himself put on a cassock made of colorful furs.

These clothes were all made by the seven spider spirits using the furs that Xuanzang gave them. They were all clothes prepared by Xuanzang when he planned to go to Lingshan to meet the Tathagata Buddha.

"Come in with me, the teacher is waiting for you!" Daotong's mouth twitched slightly, the appearance of these people obviously ruined the image of the holy monk in his mind.

Before everyone stepped into the inner courtyard, they saw a middle-aged man in Taoist robes coming out of it.

"This holy monk's clothes are a bit weird!"

Surprise flashed in Jinding Daxian's eyes, and he bowed his hands, "I've seen the holy monk!"

Originally, he wanted to wait for Xuanzang to come in to meet him, but he suddenly felt the change in Sun Wukong's cultivation, so he didn't dare to continue to show off, so he hurried out to receive him.

"I've seen this Great Immortal! Dare I ask if this is a place for bathing?" Xuanzang asked directly.

The Jinding Daxian's beard flicked, and he felt a little unhappy, thinking: "How can this holy monk speak so rudely, as if my place is a bathhouse, it's really...excessive!"

"The holy monk wants to take a bath and change clothes. Come on, please, don't you stay in my temple for a night before leaving?" the Golden Summit Immortal asked with a smile.

Xuanzang shook his head, "The kindness of the Great Immortal has been accepted by the poor monk. It is a heavy responsibility to learn from the scriptures. Don't dare to slack off. We will leave after washing!"

"Okay, Tong'er, take the holy monk to Guannei Huaqing Pool to burn incense and bathe, so that you can ascend to the Buddha's place!"

"Yes, Master!"

Daotong led the way in front, Xuanzang and others followed, and they came to a huge pond, which was shrouded in immortality, and the water was steaming, and the colorful clouds hovered on the water, which was obviously not ordinary.

"Elders, I'll get the ingredients for the fragrant soup later!"

After a while, Daotong brought spices such as Angelica dahurica, peach skin, cypress leaves, Lingling, green wood fragrance, mugwort leaves, calamus, orchid grass, and put them directly into Huaqing Pool.

A mixed aroma suddenly floated out of the pool, which was natural, elegant and refreshing.

"Elders, you can go take a bath!" Dao Tong said, saluted, and then left the yard.

Xuanzang took off his cassock and jumped in. This pool of water has the effect of relieving fatigue and refreshing the mind. Although there is no dirt on his body, staying in it is extremely enjoyable.

“The hot spring is really comfortable!”

"It's a pity that the exfoliating fish can't bite the soles of my feet now! But Jinding Daxian doesn't seem to have a fish spa business here. I recommend him to do it some other day. I think the business will flourish!"

Some strange ideas emerged in Xuanzang's head. The last time he went to a hot spring was when he was on Earth, before he became a Tang monk.

Time flew by, Xuanzang and others washed in Huaqing Pool for about an hour, and then went ashore to get dressed.

Xuanzang and the others bid farewell to the Immortal Jinding, and then headed directly towards Lingjiu Mountain.

There are five colors of auspicious light in the sky above Lingshan Mountain, thousands of auspicious mist, cranes fly up and down, and the golden sea of ​​luck condenses into golden clouds, shining light all the time, so that ghosts and ghosts dare not approach.

Although it looked close, in fact there was still half a day's journey to go. Xuanzang quickened his pace and finally approached Lingshan in the evening.

After collecting the caravan, a few people walked up the mountain on foot, and walked about five or six miles. They saw a stream with rolling waves and flying waves. It was about eight or nine miles wide, and there were few people in the surrounding area.

Not far away is a single-plank bridge with the words "Lingyundu" written on the plaque beside the bridge.

At this time, a small boat pulled over from the waves, and a boatman wearing a straw hat shouted, "Go up! Go up!"

Xuanzang could tell at a glance that this person was transformed from a clone that guided the sage. The boat was also a boat with a broken soul, and only a soul was left when one stepped on it. Only the Tang monk in the original book had golden cicadas in his body. The primordial spirit of the child, stepping on it to get rid of the mortal body, is considered to have recovered the true spirit.

The boat is not an ordinary vessel, it is called the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness Boat. When a mortal steps on it, the soul will immediately abandon the boat of the body, because this boat of the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness is enough to protect the soul through the sea of ​​​​suffering and reach bliss. Abandon the flesh, safe and sound.

Xuanzang's physical body has already been sanctified, even if he stepped on this boat, he would not abandon his physical body.

The boatman pushed the boat to the shore steadily. The turbulent current did not affect the stability of the boat at all, and there was no need for anchors and ropes.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the bottom of the boat is the rushing river.

"Huh!" Leading the Buddha to see Xuanzang and the others, he directly looked at Xiong Likui, and secretly pinched him a few times.

"The Drifting Monk didn't come with me. Could it be that there is something wrong with Guanyin's arrangements?" Although the receiving Buddha was a little surprised in his heart, he greeted enthusiastically on his face: "Elders, if you want to cross the river, get on the boat quickly!"

Xuanzang nodded, let Xiong Likui support him, and stepped onto the boat.

The curiosity in the Buddha's heart became even worse. The Tang monk's body should have fallen into the water. The Buddha pulled his soul up, but he saw Xuanzang standing on the turbulent water out of thin air.

Although Jieyin's avatar was not cultivated as a saint, his strength was not low. He directly swept it away with his spiritual sense, but found that he couldn't see the name at all.

Frowning slightly, seeing everyone boarded the boat, the guide clone shouted: "Let's sail!"

(End of this chapter)