"Wukong, don't be naughty. Don't be afraid of the master of the courtyard. This is my disciple."

Tang Sanzang comforted him.

"Elder, why do you look like this? You have a thirsty face and a thunderbolt."

The monk asked tremblingly.

"The master of the courtyard doesn't know that I am a disciple who is ugly, but he is kind-hearted and capable, and has the ability to subdue demons and demons."

As they were talking here, the other monks in the temple were also alarmed by the movement and rushed over one by one.

"Junior brother, what's wrong?"

An old monk rushed over and pulled the monk over, asking worriedly.

"Don't be afraid of senior brother. This elder is a Chinese figure, and the others are all high disciples, so you should not neglect them."

The monk explained.

After hearing this, the monks breathed a sigh of relief and saluted respectfully.

They thought it was a strong man who came to rob.

"The elder is a Chinese figure, the divine land in the east, with outstanding people and powerful land. I wonder what we want to do in this barren land?"

The old monk asked.

"I received the imperial edict of the King of Tang, and came to the west to defeat Buddha and imprison the spirits, and helped the ignorant place to liberate the mind along the way."

Tang Sanzang spoke.

Sun Wukong looked at each other, and this statement was different from what Master said before.

Tang Sanzang now understood that it was absolutely false to use the True Sutra to benefit the Dongtu Tang Dynasty.

Even if we don’t look at these Western monks, they all want to be reborn in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

If the Buddhist scriptures can really benefit the world, why would these monks do this?

When those monks heard about it, they were all happy.

They are also a backward and ignorant place and need to liberate their minds.

Several monks went to arrange vegetarian food, while the other monks and the old monk came to sit down with Tang Sanzang to have tea.

A cup of tea is over.

"I don't know where the place is called?"

Tang Sanzang put down his teacup and asked.

"Back to the elder, our place is the Jinping Mansion of the foreign county in Tianzhu."

Faced with Tang Sanzang's problem, the old monk naturally knew everything and said everything.

"How many distances are there to go from Lingshan?"

Tang Sanzang continued to ask.

"We are two thousand miles west, where the capital is located. We have never been to the west, and we don't know how far it is, so we dare not speak nonsense."

Next, Tang Sanzang chatted with the old monk and waited for the vegetarian meal to be prepared.

These monks were particularly enthusiastic and brought out all the delicious food in the temple for the pickup team to enjoy.

Even the fruit and pastries offered in front of the Buddha were all put into Zhu Bajie's belly.

They have eaten vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name for most of their lives, and have never seen the true Buddha.

Nowadays, the holy monks and elders from the Chinese divine land are more practical than any god or Buddha.

"The elders came from afar and traveled through mountains and rivers along the way, and they were tired and tired. It would be better to take a few days off for my disciples and go for the Lantern Festival. It would be fine if they could not delay the pursuit of the scriptures."

After enjoying the vegetarian meal, the old monk spoke again.

"Of course, I should keep the Lantern Festival, but I don't know what day it is today and how many days will it be before?"

Even if the old monk didn't say it, Tang Sanzang would have to stay for a few days.

In the past few days, the disciples have almost adjusted their state, and it is time to refine their innate spiritual roots and improve their strength.

"The elders are the most important thing to meditate and enlightenment, so they do not know these things outside of the body. Today, the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, and they will try the lights when it is dark. The next day, the thirteenth day of the next day, the lights will be put on the lights."

The old monk said with a smile.

"I just don't know what's going on here?"

Mrs. Diyong asked.

"Can a talented man recite poems and essays?"

The yellow lion spirit also asked, but his eyes widened.

"Don't worry, the prefect here loves the people, and lights are lit everywhere, and the flutes are all night that night. As for the place where you play, there is naturally a golden lamp bridge.

The elders and heroes were not in a hurry to leave. They stayed for a few days and their disciples could afford to live in the barren mountains and fields."

The old monk said, and even glanced at Zhu Bajie's belly.

Well, it’s easy to say otherwise, this hero is too generous.

However, the Holy Monk Elder comes far away with the desire to save the world, so he must stay for a few more days, so that we can learn from the advanced culture of the Chinese divine land.

That night, Tang Sanzang did not come to the silence either.

Pulling the little white dragon, the yellow lion spirit talked with the old monk at night, making him understand that eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name cannot change the environment of the people.

The old monk said that he had a deep understanding of the speech of the Holy Monk Elder.

In this regard, we have set the eight-character policy of chanting Buddha's name to ruin the country and actually learning to promote the country...

The bells and drums in the Buddhist temple are loud and the lights are brightly lit.

Every word in the Zen room is a gem, and new ideas are beginning to sprout.

Most of the disciples of the team who obtained the scriptures began to practice in seclusion, and they wanted to refine their spiritual roots and improve their strength.

There are only Little White Dragon, Yellow Lion Spirit, Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, and Madam Di Yong, these are not in the state.

As for Sun Wukong, Subhuti and others.

This spiritual root is of no use to them.

However, Subhuti was also happy to use this time to continue to refine the origin of bitter bamboo.

Time flies, and it is the day of Lantern Festival.

Tang Sanzang still stayed in the temple and protected the Dharma for his disciples.

As for the Yellow Lion Spirit, Mrs. Diyong and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, they were curious about the human race's festivals and rushed outside to watch the fun.

The Three Five Nights Festival, the Spring Festival is harmonious.

Lanterns hang on the downtown area, singing the song of peace together.

All darkness hides deeper under the lights.

On the surface, the scene of peace and prosperity appears.

The lights on the sixth street and three cities are on, and the sky is rising.

Iron lock star bridge, lamps and fire trees.

Thousands of lights and towers, tens of miles of clouds and mists.

Both talented men are greedy for joy; the beautiful women play the role of the beauty.

The yellow lion spirit's eyes lit up and he was about to go to those talented men and beautiful women to discuss.

Just then, a cry came.

"Mom, Mom!"

It turned out that a little girl had lost her family and was walking around.

Seeing a glass lamp knocked down by a pedestrian, sparks were about to spread to the little girl.

Seeing this, the yellow lion spirit frowned, stepped forward to block the sparks, and pulled the little girl aside to comfort her.

"Brother, I've tied up a pig!"

In the darkness that cannot be seen under the light, gangsters gathered together to pick the little dolls and take action.

I saw that the veils in their hands were covered and the running dolls fainted.

"There are only a few days of trading. Don't be lazy and catch more. You will have money next year!"

The one-eyed man whispered.

"Don't worry, brother, brothers all understand the importance. If you don't open it for three years, you will understand the principle of opening it for three years!"

The stingy man said.

"Hahaha!"
To be continued...