Time flies, the sun and the moon pass by, and the hot summer passes in a blink of an eye, and it is the autumn frost season.

"Haha! The weather is still good!"

The autumn wind blew, and Zhu Bajie was filled with joy.

Although he was not afraid of the scorching heat, Sun Wukong and Monk Sha also looked happy.

Only Tang Monk looked depressed, the weather was not hot, and the high temperature subsidy was gone again.

A salary of 15 times, I lost ten years of work every day.

Although not many, it is a big number accumulated.

And I didn’t receive any subsidies for the cold winter last year, so I don’t know if there is any other one this year.

The next difficulty is Flame Mountain, and Tang Seng feels that there is a high probability that this year will be gone.

The 800-mile Flame Mountain is definitely hot around.

The scenery is desolate, and the mountains and rivers are longer.

The four masters and apprentices walked and stopped. After a few days, they gradually felt the heat swelling.

"Good! What's going on? It's autumn now, but why are you getting hotter and hotter?"

Zhu Bajie looked at the sky above his head, his eyes full of confusion.

Sun Wukong and Monk Sha also frowned.

I just experienced the scorching heat and the autumn wind was already bleak.

In just a few days, it has become hot for no reason.

The autumn wind blowing in the air is hot and hot.

Monk Sha thought about it and said softly, "I think it's because the weather is not right, because it's because of the autumn and summer."

Sun Wukong and others couldn't figure it out, so they could only think so.

‘Ding! Entering the disaster of obtaining scriptures, the 800-mile Flame Mountain is required to stay for at least seven days.’

Only Tang Monk, who was riding on the horse, was happy and finally arrived at the Flame Mountain.

The system's prompt sound from his mind also surprised him slightly. It was actually seven days.

After so long after obtaining the scriptures, only the treatment of Qingniu Jing is the one who is treated. It seems that it is difficult to get it and rewards will definitely be a lot.

He looked over and saw a manor not far away.

The red tiled houses, red brick walls, red accelerator leafs, and red painted couches are all red.

"Wukong! There are families there, come and ask what the situation is."

Tang Monk in front of his finger slowly got off his horse.

"Someone? I have something to eat again. Master, I'll go!"

Zhu Bajie looked at him with his feet and looked happy and rushed up.

"Bajie! Don't hit someone."

Looking at Zhu Bajie in a hurry, Tang Seng hurriedly shouted.

"Master! I know!"

Zhu Bajie, who was running in front, waved his hand, but his speed was not slow at all.

Tang Monk, who shook his head, had to signal Sun Wukong and others to follow him quickly.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone in the house?"

When Tang Monk approached, he saw Zhu Bajie keep shouting.

He knocked on the door without any response.

"Master! It seems no one?"

Seeing Tang Monk coming, Zhu Bajie turned around and said.

The red oil door was tightly closed, and it seemed that there was really no one.

"It must be that you, a fool, was so loud that he scared people and didn't dare to open the door."

Sun Wukong, who was standing next to Tang Monk, joked.

"Is this homeowner doing something wrong, otherwise he would be scared by my old pig's voice."

Zhu Bajie curled his lips and muttered.

Sun Wukong laughed and walked up. He was about to knock on the door, but the door slowly opened.

An old man wearing a deep gauze dress, wearing a cool hat and holding a cane, and looked at Sun Wukong in panic at this moment.

"Are you a weirdo from where you come from? What should you do in front of my door?"

Sun Wukong closed his hands and replied softly, "Old donor, don't be afraid, I'm not a weird person. We are the imperial envoy from the East Tang Dynasty to the West to seek scriptures. The four masters and apprentices were at the treasure. Seeing that the weather was hot, one was not clear about the reason, and the other was unknown. I would like to ask for advice."

The old man looked out and looked out. Although he saw Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha looked surprised, Tang Monk had a gentle face and a dignified appearance, so he didn't look like a villain.

"Old donor, there are many disturbances."

Tang Monk also walked up slowly, folding his hands together.

"Elder, don't blame me, but this elder looks strange and was shocked. Since he was in the mansion, he could come in and sit down."

Seeing the beautiful Tang Monk, the old man quickly invited several people to enter.

Tang Seng and his disciples did not refuse and quickly followed.

Just as several people walked into the yard, a scream suddenly came from the door.

"Sell cakes! Sell cakes!"

But it was a young man who pushed a red car and parked outside the door.

Zhu Bajie, who was walking in a hurry, heard this and grabbed Monk Sha.

"Junior Brother Sha! Give me some money, I'll buy some pastries."

Monk Sha, who shook his head, could only take out a few copper coins from his bag.

"Brother! Give me some pastries."

Zhu Bajie, who ran up, said excitedly.

The man didn't talk nonsense after receiving the money. He lifted the cotton cloth on the cover of the car, steamed hot, took out a few pieces of cake and handed it to Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie held it in his hand, as if he was holding a few pieces of burning charcoal, looking at the man in front of him with a look of surprise and suspicion.

"How to eat it so hot?"

The man looked at Zhu Bajie and smiled and said, "Don't come here if you are afraid of heat, this is the heat here."

Zhu Bajie, who was rushing with his left and right hands, couldn't help but be angry when he heard this.

"You guy is so unreasonable. He is so hot and the grains don't grow. Where does your cake flour come from?"

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Not mentioning that Zhu Bajie was buying pastries outside, Tang Monk walked into the yard, but asked softly: "Old donor! It's autumn now, why is it still so hot here?"

The old man shook his head and said with emotion: "I call it the Flaming Mountain, there is no spring or autumn, and all seasons are hot."

Monk Sha was surprised in his eyes, his junior brother Red Boy had just cultivated Samadhi True Fire in the Flame Mountain, but he didn't expect that they would meet him now.

The slightly weird Sun Wukong then looked up and asked, "Old donor, where is the direction of the Flame Mountain that can block the way west?"

The old man was slightly stunned and looked up and down at Tang Monk and others.

"But the West cannot go. The mountain is sixty miles away, which is the only way to pass in the West. Eight hundred miles away, no grass grows around the Fire Mountain. If you want to cross the mountain, even the copper brain and iron body must turn into juice."

After saying that, he shook his head repeatedly.

At this moment, Zhu Bajie outside the yard ran in excitedly.

"Master! Master! I know how to cross the Flame Mountain."

He was holding pastry in one hand and shouted excitedly.

"Second Brother, this father-in-law has said that he has been 800 miles of Flame Mountain. He can't even get through the copper brain and iron body. How can you get through it?"

Seeing Zhu Bajie running in, Monk Sha showed confusion.

"Hehe! I have already inquired about it. Just find the banana fan fan of the Iron Fan Fairy, one fan will sniff the fire, two fans will swell the wind, and three fans will rain. Then I can pass this Flame Mountain."

The proud Zhu Bajie said, bit the pastry in his hand hard.

After hearing this, Sun Wukong jumped over and asked quickly: "Do you know where the Iron Fan Fairy comes from and where is it now?"

Zhu Bajie, who was eating pastries, suddenly froze when he heard this.

"I, the old pig, was happy for a moment and forgot to ask. I will go find the man who sells pastries again."

Zhu Bajie, who had grabbed his head, quickly turned around and ran out of the yard, but there was no one selling pastry.
To be continued...