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Chapter 530 The Death of Chen Xuanzang

Beiju Luzhou, the country of ten thousand monsters.

Bajie Mountain.

This is Zhu Wuneng's dojo, and it is also the territory he occupies as the demon king.

Although there is player interference, demons and humans are still somewhat different after all.

The monster nature tends to be animal nature, and they still prefer the weak to the strong in their bones. It is really difficult to form a civilization among them.

So to this day, there is only one Myriad Demon Kingdom created by Demon Master Kunpeng.

Even so, there are still many laws of the jungle in this Wan Yao country, and the most important thing to survive here is strength.

Fortunately, Zhu Wuneng's strength is not bad, so he can become the demon king here and live a stable life here.

Inside Bajie Mountain, Zhu Wuneng silently looked at Lin Qianjun who was opposite him.

He is more sure of the existence of learning scriptures than Chen Xuanzang and others.

It's all because of that nine-turn golden pill.

Having this thing means that this game of chess is real.

But the reason why he chose to leave so decisively was also because the last thing he wanted to accept was the result of learning from the scriptures.

How respected he was once in the heavenly court, coupled with his strong background and background, he can be said to be destined to rise to the top.

Now someone above wants him to go to Xitian as an undercover agent, of course he is not willing.

So when he saw an opportunity, he retreated decisively.

However, he managed to get out of that quagmire, and now that Lin Qianjun came to ask him to write scriptures again, he really felt embarrassed.

"Mr. Zhu, I believe that with your roots of wisdom, you will be able to write scriptures that can save all living beings." Lin Qianjun said to Zhu Wuneng.

Hearing the sound, the corner of Zhu Wuneng's mouth twitched, and immediately replied: "Although I have been a monk for a few days, I haven't read a single Buddhist scripture, but I know a lot about Daozang, so don't ask me about this matter."

Lin Qianjun saw Zhu Wuneng's reluctance, but he didn't care, he pointed it out, and it turned into a mysterious light, which directly fell into Zhu Wuneng's soul.

Then Lin Qianjun smiled and said: "Mr. Zhu, I understand that you lack some self-control. This prohibition is what I bestow on you for self-discipline. From now on, you must write a scripture every year, otherwise it will break out." , causing you pain."

Zhu Wuneng's eyes widened, and he cast a spell to remove the restriction between the soul and soul, but he couldn't do it.

After a while, he looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Get rid of this restriction for me, and I promise to write scriptures for you."

"Mr. Zhu, don't be afraid, as long as you write all the ninety-nine and eighty-one scriptures, this restriction will be removed." Lin Qianjun laughed.

After saying that, Lin Qianjun then left.

Zhu Wuneng froze in place, his expression became a little ugly.

After a long while, Zhu Wuneng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, don't you want the scriptures? I'll write it for you, and I'll write all the secrets of the patriarch's Taoism in it, and see if you dare to ask for it!!!"

The capital of the daughter country.

Inside the palace, Chen Xuanzang was writing scriptures with a pen.

Among these people, he is most concerned about learning scriptures.

It can even be said that learning scriptures has become his obsession, and even without Lin Qianjun's reminder, he has also begun to write scriptures.

He believes that the Buddha's scriptures cannot save all living beings.

And sentient beings cannot be universally saved with a few volumes of scriptures.

The world is bustling with people, what they need is not the mysterious principles in the scriptures, but some tips that can help them solve the problems in life.

So in the scriptures he wrote, he used small stories to describe some important little knowledge in life.

It contains a wide range, including astronomy and geography, as well as language calculations, and even the description of things in practice.

In order to write these things, he spent a lot of effort and consulted a lot of information.

Among them, especially the practice aspect, it was the most difficult for him to write.

After all, he has never cultivated, so it is extremely difficult to write scriptures.

Fortunately, thanks to his subtle identity in the past, he has come into contact with many players, so he has acquired a lot of practice skills and accumulated a lot, so he can barely start from his own point of view and talk about the difficulties and problems in the process of ordinary people's practice .

Although the basics are superficial, it may not seem worth mentioning in the eyes of people who are a little level.

But it is this simple foundation that is extremely universal.

Time is like water, and 20 years pass by.

Chen Xuanzang's energy and blood have declined, and his appearance has become old.

In the past 20 years, he has been studying and writing scriptures, and he has achieved a little success now.

He gradually let go of what happened at the beginning.

But what made him feel guilty the most was that the king of Daughterland was still young, but he failed to let him give birth to half an heir.

For this reason, they thought of many ways, and even turned to other people for help.

But still powerless.

Now he already intentionally or unintentionally wants to avoid this wife, just to weaken the relationship between the two parties, so as to avoid the other party's pain when they separate in the future.

But the king of the Daughter Kingdom doesn't care about these things, it starts with appearance and ends with connotation.

What Chen Xuanzang really cared about to her was never his skin.

After all, it is too easy to look good in today's world.

What Chen Xuanzang made her care about was that persistence and that sincere heart.

Squeak~!

The door of the Sutra Pavilion opened, and the queen saw her husband. He is no longer young now, but he is still silently writing scriptures.

After the screen retreated left and right, the queen stepped forward and replaced Chen Xuanzang with a pot of hot tea.

Chen Xuanzang didn't look back, he just thought it was a maid, so he said, "Thank you very much."

"How can we say thank you between you and me?" The Queen laughed.

Hearing the sound, Chen Xuanzang turned his head, and when he saw that it was the queen, he couldn't help but sighed, and said, "Xiaoxiao, it's you."

He knew that he would face death eventually, so he was actually reluctant to let the Queen get too close to him.

Marrying him back then was only a choice made because he owed the other party.

As for love, maybe there is, but his love for the queen is definitely not as much as the queen for him.

"How much have you written?" the Queen asked aloud.

"Including the previous books, there are now a total of 110 volumes." Chen Xuanzang replied.

"Do you need me to print and publish it for you?" the Queen asked.

"It doesn't need to be like this. After I die, don't sign it. Just treat it as some miscellaneous books. It can also be counted as my visit here, leaving some traces." Chen Xuanzang shook his head.

"I know it's unlucky to say something." The queen complained a little, and said: "Recently, I found two other people who are very accomplished in body transformation. Maybe you can find a way to solve the problem that you can't practice."

Chen Xuanzang knew in his heart that this was mostly useless work, but he still thanked the Queen sincerely: "I'm sorry to bother you."

Soon, another 30 years passed.

The matter of learning the scriptures has long been forgotten. Although people occasionally mention that shocking deception, it is already a history of the past, and no one will care much about it.

At most it was just a sigh.

As for several of the parties involved, some players have interviewed them.

It's just that not many people care about it.

Learning from this farce seems to have ended at the beginning.

In Huaguo Mountain, monkeys are writing vigorously, behind them are neatly filled scriptures.

In the Liushahe service area, Sha Wujing was drinking a refreshing drink while typing on the keyboard, typing the story she wanted to express.

Inside the White Dragon Palace, Ao Lie was using his unrestrained imagination to describe everything they had seen and heard in those nine years.

On Bajie Mountain, Zhu Wuneng gritted his teeth and recorded the mysterious words in the jade slips with resentment on his face. He wanted to see if Lin Qianjun dared to take these scriptures.

Inside the Sutra Library of the Daughter Kingdom Palace.

In the past 30 years, the number of scriptures behind Chen Xuanzang has doubled, and his face has also aged twice.

Now his face was already covered with wrinkles, his vitality and blood had decayed to the extreme, and his eyes were clouded a lot.

Although the bones of his body are still strong, he doesn't know when he will fall down.

The number of times the king of the daughter country came to see him has become less and less.

It's not that his feelings for Chen Xuanzang have faded.

Instead, she was trying to save Chen Xuanzang's life.

At the same time, I seldom see Chen Xuanzang, also to prevent Chen Xuanzang from feeling sad when he sees her young face.

Time is merciless, and in a blink of an eye, Chen Xuanzang reached the age of [-]. He stopped writing silently, drew a full stop on the scriptures, bowed to the west, and passed away.

After the king of the Daughter Kingdom learned of this, he even wanted to go to the underworld to snatch Chen Xuanzang's soul back.

But in the end she still didn't do this, because she knew her pillow very well.

If she did this, Chen Xuanzang would definitely not be happy.

And she may not succeed.

So she could only put all the scriptures written by Chen Xuanzang in the jade slips and put them in Chen Xuanzang's coffin.

When they heard of Chen Xuanzang's death, the rest of the people who learned from the scriptures were also stunned.

Anyway, it is impossible to say that they have no feelings at all for a walk together.

So, not long after, Monkey, Ao Lie, Sha Wujing, and Zhu Wuneng all came with their respective scriptures.

They recorded all the scriptures in the jade slip buried with Chen Xuanzang, and named it Tripitaka.

There are 35 scriptures in total, totaling 140 volumes.

All kinds of knowledge are recorded in it from shallow to deep, and even the supernatural powers of Tiangang and Disha are hidden in it. It is not so much a scripture as an encyclopedia.

And it's not just any big encyclopedia.

That is the ultimate secret book that even many heavenly and even real immortals will be tempted.

Monkey sighed, maybe this is a good ending.

I hope Chen Xuanzang will not leave any regrets.

After everyone paid their respects to Chen Xuanzang's peaceful remains, the ritual officer said loudly:
"Fire!"

In an instant, a golden real fire surged from the ground, enveloping Chen Xuanzang, including the coffin.

Queen Duan Xiaoxiao had tears on her face, and her eyes were full of reluctance, while the rest of the people were either sighing or depressed.

Tang Huang stood not far away, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

He used to have a grudge against Chen Xuanzang because of the matter of learning scriptures from the Western Paradise, but now that people are dying like a lamp going out, he doesn't care so much anymore.

The players and viewers who broadcast this scene were also filled with emotion.

That shocking deception that shocked the whole world ended in this way.

Seriously, who can be blamed in this story?
And at this moment, a mysterious Buddhist voice gradually came out from the golden flame.

(End of this chapter)