Journey to the West: The Strongest Demon Emperor

Chapter 189 – Landscape two gods help

Tang Seng saw Qin Ming holding the white dragon horse up to ask for credit. He couldn’t help but shook his head and smiled. He pointed to the sorrowful eagle and said to Qin Ming, “I have a horse. How can I ride him through this stream?”

Qin Ming heard the words and looked at the emperor of the eagle’s sorrowful stream, and couldn’t help but smile: “There are no ships in this stream! And the white dragon horse and the white dragon have changed. They have lived here for a long time. They are well acquainted with water, not like a master riding it to do that. Boat, go after a stream!”

Hearing this, Tang Seng had no good way to show his sincerity, and he could not teach Qin Ming to fly over, so he nodded in agreement.

Unexpectedly, the two came to the edge of the stream and were about to drive the white dragon horse into the water, but they saw a fisherman from the upstream water source, holding a raft of dead wood, and descending down the river.

The fisherman came over, stopped in front of the two of them, looked at Tang Seng, and said, “The elder is going to cross the river?”

Upon hearing this, Tang Seng pronounced the Buddha’s name and said, “Amitabha, it is. I don’t know if it is convenient for the elderly to cross the poor monks.”

Hearing this, the fisherman hurriedly propped up the raft and said, “As it is!”

Seeing this, Qin Ming asked Tang Seng to dismount his horse, support him on the raft, grab the horse again, set up his luggage, and come on the raft together.

Seeing Qin Ming settled down, the fisherman yelled, “Let’s sit down!”

So, he propped up the raft, like an arrow in the wind, and without realizing it, he passed the steep stream of eagle sorrow and went to the West Bank.

“Wukong, untie that burden, take some ferry money, and give it to the elderly!”

Even when the people and horses got off the shore, Tang Seng moved to Qin Ming.

The old fisherman tended to open the raft and said, “No money, no money.”

Then, propped on the raft, he went to the vagueness of the turbulent current.

Tang Seng saw it and said to Qin Ming, “I never thought I would meet such a kind old man!”

Qin Ming heard this, but smiled and said to Tang Seng: “Master, you don’t recognize it! He is the god of water in this stream. My eyes and golden eyes have already seen it clearly, but they haven’t been broken. He should be sent by Guanyin to pick you up. How dare you ask for money if you cross this river!”

“But so!”

When Tang Seng heard this, it suddenly dawned on him.

After that, Tang Seng rode a white dragon horse, Qin Ming explored the road ahead, found the road, and ran west.

The two walked on one horse, unconsciously, the red sun was sinking to the west, and the sky was getting late.

I saw that the light clouds were chaotic that day, and the moon was faint in the mountains. The sky is full of frost and cold, and the wind is all around. The tired bird returned to the nest without a trace at sunset.

Two people walked on one horse, and the mountain was empty and lonely, and the long distance was so long that there were no traces of people.

At this moment, Qin Ming faintly looked forward and saw a courtyard in front of the road.

Qin Ming couldn’t help but said with joy: “Master, there is a house in front of you, you can stay overnight, we will do it tomorrow morning.”

The night was cold, and Qin Ming didn’t want to go anymore. It was just for a big plan, so he didn’t complain. At this moment, he was overjoyed when he saw them.

Tang Seng heard this and saw the building, but said to Qin Ming, “Wukong, that is not a farmyard!”

Qin Ming asked suspiciously after hearing this, “How about it?”

Tang Seng said, “Ordinary farmyard, but there is no flying fish to stabilize the spine of the beast. This is definitely a temple yard.”

Qin Ming heard what Tang Seng said, and took a closer look, and he saw that the building was really like what Tang Seng said, unusual.

When the two said this, they walked to the door of this building.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Qin Ming looked at it carefully and saw that there were three big characters on this door: Lisheci.

Qin Ming looked at it, but didn’t understand what it meant. He just regarded it as an ancestral hall.

Tang Seng got off his horse and entered this gate with Qin Ming.

An old man came out from the door, with a number of pearls hanging from his neck, greeted him with his palms together, and said, “Master, please sit down.”

Tang Seng hurriedly answered the salute when he saw it, and went to the upper hall to worship the icon. The old man called the boy to offer tea.

After drinking the tea, the monk Tang asked the old man: “What is the Lishe in this temple?”

The old man said: “The place is the border of Sifan Haran. Behind this temple, there is a family of people who share piety and set up this temple. Those who are inside are a village in the land; those who are a community are a god in a community. Every time spring ploughing and summer are encountered. On the days of cultivation, autumn harvest, and winter storage, three sacrifices of flowers and fruits will be organized here to protect the prosperity of the four seasons, the prosperity of the five grains, and the prosperity of the six animals.”

Tang Seng heard the words and nodded in praise: “It’s just three miles away from home, not a local style. There is no such kind of kindness in my family.”

The old man asked, “Where is Master Xianxiang?”

Sanzang Road: “The impoverished monk went to the west to worship the Buddha by the decree of the Eastern Kingdom of Tang Dynasty. Passing by Baofang, the sky will be late, and I will go to the holy shrine. I will stay overnight and the sky will go.”

The old man was very happy, said a few times, and then asked the boy to take care of the meal. Sanzang has eaten all thanks.

Qin Ming smiled secretly when he saw the old man’s behavior on the side, and didn’t break it.

After eating and setting up the shop, the group went to bed and rest.

Early the next morning, Qin Ming and Tang Seng just got up.

I saw the old man, holding a saddle, bridle, lining reins, and so on. Everything that was used immediately, everything was prepared, put it under the corridor and said: “Elder, I see you have horses and no saddles, Lao Er here I just want to have a set of idle ones, and I hereby offer it.”

Tang Seng saw it, but he was very happy. The little white dragon swallowed all the things on the white horse from a long time ago. Tang Seng sat on the white dragon horse, without these things, but it was very uncomfortable.

“So, the poor monk thanked Lao Zhang!”

Tang Seng thanked the old man, but said that he had received these objects.

Teach Qin Ming to take it and put it on the back of the white dragon horse to see if it fits.

Qin Ming stepped forward, picked up one by one, and it turned out to be some good things.

There are poems as proof, the poem says:

Carved saddles dazzle with silver stars and precious stools with golden threads.

Several layers of velvet on the lining drawer are folded, and three purple silk ropes are held together.

The scalp of the bridle is painted with flowers, and the cloud fan depicts the shape of a golden dancing animal.

The ring chews and taps to grind the iron, and the two sticks are dipped in water and become fuzzy.

Qin Ming carried the saddle and bridle on his horse, as if measuring.

Seeing this, Tang Seng thanked the old man again, and the old man hurriedly said: “Fear! Fear! Why do you thank you?”

Then, the old man stopped staying, and asked Monk Tang to get on his horse.

Tang Seng came out, climbed on the saddle, and Qin Ming carried his luggage.

The old man took out a whip from his sleeve again, but it was Pi Dinger’s scented cane handle and the knotted tip of the tiger’s tendon. He held his hand by the roadside and said, “Holy monk, I have one more. Wanshou, as soon as I send you.”

Tang Seng immediately answered and said, “Take a lot of charity to the old man! To a lot of charity!”

I haven’t thanked him a few words, but he has long since disappeared from the old man.

Seeing this, Tang Seng looked back at the shrine there. It was a piece of bare ground. He couldn’t help asking Qin Ming in surprise, “Wukong, what’s the matter?”

Qin Ming heard Tang Seng’s inquiry and said to him: “Master, that old man is the land of the mountain god of Luojia Mountain. I think it was sent by Mengguanyin Bodhisattva to send you the saddle bridle!”

When Tang Seng heard this, he suddenly said, “The Bodhisattva is thoughtful!”

“That’s natural, she should do her best for the journey to the west!”

Qin Ming said secretly in his heart.

Then, the two masters and apprentices rode the white dragon horse and continued to the west.

After that, I walked on the road of peace for about two months. All the way I met were captives, Huihui, wolf, insect, tiger and leopard. Those who didn’t open their eyes were all killed by Qin Ming.

Time was fast, and when it came to early spring, I saw a green color in the mountains and forests, the vegetation sprouts, the flowers of plum blossoms are gone, and the eyes of the willows are beginning to open.

The two masters and apprentices walked all the way, enjoying the spring light, and seeing the sun falling to the west, it was time to hit the tip again.

Tang Seng Lema looked at it from a distance, and saw that in the alcove in front of him, there was a shadow of the tower and the pavilion was heavy.

So Tang Seng said to Qin Ming: “Wukong, what do you think is the place to go there? Can I stay overnight!”

When Qin Ming heard the words, he flew up to the head of the cloud and took a closer look, only to see that there were layers of halls and pavilions in that building, selected corridors, tall buildings with bells and drums, and towers of the Buddha.

This is a temple. The door of the temple is open. Through the door, Qin Ming saw the main hall inside. There are four big characters on the book on the main hall: Guanyin Temple!

Journey to the West: The Strongest Demon Emperor