At this moment, Tang Seng was hanging on the wall with tears in his eyes and said angrily: "What's the matter? Why did you have a pit as you walk? There was suddenly more oil in the pit... There was a mountain above your head... There was still a fire at the bottom of your feet!"

The few Jialans next to him can naturally see clearly, and they are clearly the result of a group of old monsters who are taking advantage of the situation when passing by.

However, they decided to hide it. They were afraid that Tang Seng would not seek the scriptures in anger. The Buddha blamed him and they could not escape the crime of protecting him.

Fortunately, not long after, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva arrived, opened several mountains, drove away a few monsters, and destroyed the fire in the pit and brought Tang Monk up.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva thought that Monk Tang would curse a few words, but as soon as he met, Monk Tang asked extremely seriously: "Is this a difficult thing?"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was stunned, looked at Tang Monk with a firm look in front of him, and replied: "Count it..."

"That's good..." Tang Seng smiled happily, then shook his arms, picked up the bag on the ground, and continued to travel west.

Looking at the Tang Monk who had a firm face, a knife-cut face, and a muscle all over his body, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva murmured: "This... is different from the Jin Chanzi I know!"

"You will like it from now on."

Eighteen Jialan said.

...

Meanwhile, on the Flame Mountain.

Tang Sanzang brought his disciples to the Fire Mountain. Sha Wujing swung the banana fan to the Fire Mountain and showed the three fans.

It was really a blow that was blown, two fans turned off the engine, and three fans fell into the rain.

The heavy rain poured, and there was a cheer in the village under the Flame Mountain...

The old man also ran out before, and saw Tang Sanzang and others, laughed and said, "Monk, this time we have given you blessings. I enjoyed this rain in advance, so I feel comfortable!"

Tang Sanzang said, "Is this comfortable?"

The old man said satisfiedly: "I feel comfortable!"

Tang Sanzang asked again: "Are you satisfied?"

The old man said: "It is impossible to satisfy.... Who doesn't want good weather and pleasant weather? But the conditions do not allow it. We are content people who are always happy..."

Tang Sanzang nodded and said, "It makes sense."

Zhu Gangli, who had just returned, said, "Master, the fire is extinguished, we can continue traveling west."

Tang Sanzang yawned and said, "How are you going? This mountain is high and the road is surrounded by winding. You won't really let me bump along the way, right?"

Zhu Gangli said in a little embarrassedly: "Master, it's not okay to be bumpy, this road is like this."

Tang Sanzang gave him a blank look, jumped off the horse, stretched his waist and said, "Road around? That's not my monk's habit."

The old man asked curiously: "If you don't take a detour, how can you get there? This mountain is so big... I can't get around!"

Tang Sanzang smiled: "Then let him get out!"

After saying that, Tang Sanzang raised his fist and punched him in front of him: "Open the mountain!"

boom!

Tang Sanzang punched the mountain in the Flaming Mountain, and a loud bang, the heaven and earth shook!

The huge mountain range made a rumbling sound, then it was dissatisfied with the cracks, and finally exploded with a rumbling sound, turning into ashes in the sky...

A punch, the Flame Mountain, which originally lies across the West Heaven Road and has troubled countless people, disappeared!

Tang Sanzang turned around and slapped his head and said, "Xiaobai, let's go!"

The white dragon horse screamed in silence, then stepped away and ran away.

Sun Wukong and Liu'er Mihou rose into the air and followed closely behind. Sha Wujing and Zhu Gangli took on the burden and hurriedly followed.

Looking at the backs of the group as they left, the old man reacted for a long time, then knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowed and cried, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you... Thank you!"

The old man never dreamed that the Flame Mountain, which had towering into the clouds and countless miles, would disappear...

The climate will return to normal.

Now that it has come true, he looked disbelief and pinched himself a few times, grinning in pain before he was sure that he was not dreaming.

The old man then told the villagers that Tang Sanzang had punched the Flame Mountain and heard that not long after, a bald statue was erected and became an existence enshrined in the village day and night.

...

In a flash, it took half a year. As we watched the wild chrysanthemums fall in the end of autumn and early winter, the tender plum blossoms grow, the river comes from the east, and the fire flows westward...

The setting sun hangs on the branches, sprinkling red light on the earth.

Tang Sanzang rode on the white horse, and Sha Wujing next to him was fanning the wind, humming a small song and looking into the distance.

From afar, Tang Sanzang saw a city lying across the world in the distance.

"Wukong, what's that place?" Tang Sanzang asked.

Sun Wukong looked into the distance and said, "Master, look at the tower and the city gates are high, it should be a capital!"

Zhu Gangli said, "Senior Brother, you are talking nonsense again. Although the city is not small, how can you be sure that it is an imperial place?"

Liu'er Mihou smiled and said, "Second Brother, you don't know anything about this. Can the imperial capital be the same as the city the day before yesterday?

This big city has more than a dozen gates, hundreds of miles around, towering towers and colorful clouds, auspicious air gathers but does not disperse, and the aura of the Ziwei Emperor Star is lingering. If such conditions are not the imperial capital, where can it be?"

The pig and the lily are silent.

Sun Wukong said: "Master, this city is a bit strange. There is no plaque or name on the city tower. I don't know where it is."

Liu'er Mihou listened and said, "Master, this place is called Jisai Kingdom, and there are ten major countries. There are many small countries around them who are their vassal states and pay tribute every year."

When Tang Sanzang heard this, he nodded slightly and said, "Well... your ears are really useful. Let's go and have a look."

As we were walking, a group of monks with shackles walked out of the thorns.

Seeing these monks, Sun Wukong asked curiously: "How many people? What are you doing? Are you suffering such a crime?"

A monk said bitterly: "Grandpa, we are monks from Jinguang Temple. As for why we suffered such a crime... it's hard to describe in one word."

"Golden Light Temple? What's that place?" Sun Wukong asked again.

The monk looked at the people and asked in a low voice: "A few of them are the great monks of the Tang Dynasty who went to the West to obtain scriptures?"

Tang Sanzang's eyes lit up and he asked, "Do you know us?"

The monk said, "I don't know each other, but a long time ago, someone asked us to dream, saying that we could get through a while when the monks from the Tang Dynasty came, we could get through the difficulties. Several of them were dressed differently and looked good, so the monk asked this question. I didn't expect that they were really monks from the Tang Dynasty. I would like to ask the monks to help me!"

When he shouted, the other monks knelt on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang, and Tang Sanzang said, "It's interesting, tell me what's going on?"
Chapter completed!