Sun Wukong has been walking in this land for many years and has some friendship with Tianji Pavilion.

He found Tianji Pavilion directly, and the familiar thatched hut came into his eyes, but only a few boys stayed by the side.

Sun Wukong came forward to ask, and only then did he know that the owner of Tianji Pavilion had gone out to do business.

"Oh? Where did you go?"

Sun Wukong was confused and asked quickly.

"My teacher went to Chang'an City."

The boy replied.

"Chang'an City?"

Sun Wukong was secretly upset that he had just passed by Chang'an City and was about to go back for a vain trip.

Just as he moved his steps and was about to leave, Yuan Tiangang went back with his fortune telling stall in his hand.

He also held a golden carp in his hand.

"Sun Wukong?"

Yuan Tiangang recognized the hairy face and thunder duke in front of him at first glance.

"Hey hey, it's my old grandson."

Sun Wukong bowed, hugged a fist, and went up to ask for advice: "How dare you ask whoever took the scriptures what his name is?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled, but didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand.

Sun Wukong understood what he meant and said, "Oh, you old man, come and ask for money from me, Old Sun."

Sun Wukong smiled and took out a burgundy peach pit from his sleeve: "This peach pit has been sold for five hundred years, and it's a good deal for you."

Yuan Tiangang squeezed a helpless smile on his face, accepted the peach pit and said, "You monkey head."

"This is a rule passed down by our ancestors, collecting money and doing things."

Yuan Tiangang counted his fingers and said the life of the person who came to the sutra: "The person who came to the sutra, whose Dharma name was Xuanzang, now lives in Jinguang Temple. He is the reincarnation of Jinchanzi under the Buddha's seat, and has infinite supernatural powers."

"oh?"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Sun Wukong thanked him, his eyes rolled and he thought about it.

Unexpectedly, the person who came to the scriptures was so big!

"Hehe, my old son will go to meet the monks who seek the scriptures."

Sun Wukong thought that since the person who obtained the scriptures was the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, he must lead him to the wrong way!

But when he saw a little bit of somersault, he landed straight into Jinshan Temple.

At this time, Master Xuanzang was preaching the Dharma.

Sun Wukong turned into a small fly and listened to Xuanzang's teachings on a small tree.

During this period, another monk came to debate with him.

When Sun Wukong heard this, he secretly exclaimed in his heart: "It is worthy of being the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi! It turns out that Buddhism is profound!"

In this way, the path to disturb Xuanzang's mind through debate will not be able to go.

"Or what if you knock him out?"

"inappropriate."

Master Xuanzang is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. If he takes action rashly, it will definitely attract the attention of all the Buddhas in Lingshan.

Then it will be more than worth the loss.

The right way is to have a single hand in Yin.

However, how to achieve the Yin and the Golden Cicada Zi can be avoided by the Buddha is also a very technical requirement.

Sun Wukong was not in a hurry, so he kept turning into a little fly, staying in Jinshan Temple to look for opportunities.

He temporarily entrusted the Tianma in the sky to the heavenly soldiers and generals under Marshal Tianpeng to help take care of them.

"In today's world, countless powerful people have followed one after another, going to the 100,000 mountains, hoping to find the relics of the fallen powerful and live forever."

"Dare you ask the mage, can you live forever?"

A Confucian scholar who came here came to Jinshan Temple and asked Xuanzang humbly for advice.

"The world has not yet seen through it."

Master Xuanzang smiled indifferently and responded.

"Can the mage explain in detail?"

The Confucian scholar was puzzled and continued to ask.

Everyone knows that the strong men in the 100,000 mountains are overwhelming for a lifetime, and no one can defeat them.

Such existence, even a drop of blood or even a dry blood, may give birth to powerful creatures or make people live forever.

In ancient times, human races used the bloodlines of gods and demons to strengthen themselves and formed powerful clan tribes.

Such as the Ziyi clan, the Dayi clan, the Tiangong clan, the Kuafu clan, etc.

Now, can the miracles of the rise of various powerful human tribes from the fallen power of the 100,000 mountains be reproduced?

"If you gain something, you will lose something."

"This is the eternal truth."

"In ancient times, why did countless scenic ancestor tribes not become the mainstream of human race in Xianqin, Chu, and the Tang Dynasty?"

Master Xuanzang said it in one sentence, causing the Confucian scholars who came to ask for advice to fall into deep thought.

"Getting strength from the bloodlines of gods and demons will inevitably lose something."

"The mage's high remarks."

The Confucian scholars have gained some understanding and thanked him respectfully.

He was also a very famous Confucian scholar in Confucianism. Now, after listening to Master Xuanzang's words, he strictly restricted his Confucian scholars and prevented them from going to the 100,000 mountains to seek opportunities.

Looking at the back of the left Confucian scholar, Master Xuanzang sighed: "There are gains and losses, which is the most obvious truth. People in the world are covered by power and cannot see through it. It is really sad!"

After saying that, he returned to his room.

Sun Wukong had already quietly turned into a bronze mirror.

When Xuanzang looked at the bronze mirror inadvertently, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

In the mirror, the Buddha's light is shining, and the Lingshan Mountain is behind you.

"Dare you ask the master, there are gains and losses between heaven and earth. Do you have gained Buddha nature? "

The mirror spoke.

Jin Chanzi was startled and soon calmed down again.

He is a monk after all.

"Everything has spirit!"

"Amitabha!"

"I am born with Buddha nature, and I don't understand what you are talking about."

Xuanzang folded his hands together and lowered his head slightly.

"I am the original mirror of the face, which can reflect your previous life!"

Sun Wukong's mirror of changing, spoke again.

Soon, Xuanzang saw himself in the mirror listening to the lecture under the Tathagata's seat, with monks around him.

"Your previous life was the Golden Cicada Son of Lingshan."

"This is the source of your Buddha nature, not born with it."

boom!

"Amitabha!"

Xuanzang hurriedly recited the Buddha's name, closed his eyes, and stopped looking.

But the picture in the original mirror has been firmly engraved in his mind.

Xuanzang took a deep breath, and he could feel that the original state of mind of the ancient well had already stirred up storms.

"With such a glorious past in the past, I will definitely suffer disaster in this life!"

"Only by experiencing 81 difficulties, reaching 100,000 mountains, and meeting gods, can we attain enlightenment!"

The film mirror spoke again.

He saw Xuanzang closing his eyes tightly and silently reciting the mantra in his mouth, and he knew that it had already had an effect.
To be continued...