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Text Chapter 114: Bloodletting

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    When accidents happened outside the territory, Journey to the West also entered a new link.  With Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing collectively fishing for fish, the scripture learning team was logically lulled into the illusion by the bone spirit.

    In the illusion, Tang Monk and his disciples were also traveling west to learn Buddhist scriptures.  Demons and ghosts are still indispensable, and Guanyin, Tathagata, and the gods of the Three Realms also make appearances at intervals, and the illusioned pictures really cannot be more real.

    ? True and false, false and true.  When it is true and when it is false, it is also true when it is false, and how many people can tell which is true and which is false.

    Even Sun Wukong, with his piercing eyes, couldn't figure out whether he was in an illusion or on the way to learn from the scriptures.

    Not to mention Tang Sanzang with a mortal body, he was on his way in a daze from the beginning to the end, completely unaware that he was deep in an illusion.  .

    ? Tang Seng and his disciples entered the pit, and the guardians of the five directions Jiedi and Liu Ding Liujia Dharma protectors were naturally no exceptions.

    The environment that Li Mu painstakingly created is not something that young monks like them can see through.  Even if the quasi-sage is not proficient in the law of illusion, he may get lost in it.

    Time passed by every minute and every second, and the outside world was only a few hours, and a year of time had already passed in the illusion, and Monkey King, who was still vigilant at first, gradually relaxed.

    Unknowingly, the Buddhist scriptures team entered a new country, and the plaque on the gate of the gate attracted the attention of Tang Seng, master and apprentice.

    "Great to the ghost country!"

    After reading these four words, Sun Wukong, who took the lead, immediately jumped in front of Tang Sanzang and said: "Master, this world is so big that there are so many wonders, there is even a country called ghosts.

    However, as far as my old grandson knows, the ghost kingdom is the underworld Dragon Court opened in the underworld by the first emperor, who had exhausted his lifespan in the past and was unwilling to enter reincarnation.

    Since then, the emperors of all dynasties have followed suit.  However, only a few dynasties with prosperous luck can achieve this great feat by the heroes born.

    A kingdom of ghosts in the kingdom of the world is not afraid of committing taboos and causing disasters for oneself!  It seems that most of the monarchs who have worked hard are old and confused, and they are crazy to want to open up a dynasty in the underworld.  "

    After listening to Monkey King's ridicule, Tang monk, master and apprentice laughed.  Different from the east land where the luck is at its peak, most of the human dynasties in the west are tiny places, and each of them is unaware of it, and often does some ridiculous things.

    Along the way, they have also seen a lot, but they have seen death, such as this kind of death directly in the name of the ghost country, this is the first time their master and apprentice have encountered it.

    Possibly because he felt that the performance of the disciples was too exaggerated and did not conform to his image as an eminent monk, Tang Sanzang scolded with a smile: "Wukong, stop talking nonsense!

    ?One side's water and soil nurtures one side's people, and the customs, customs, and cultural customs of different places are different, so they cannot be generalized.  Perhaps it is a local traditional custom that Dagan regards itself as a ghost country.

    In the past, as a teacher, I saw similar records in the Tang Jingshi Pavilion.  It is said that during the Han Dynasty, there was a small country in the Western Regions called Guidong Country.

    Now that I think about coming to this Daqian Ghost Country, I am afraid that it is similar to the disappearing Ghost Cave Country. It is all due to the local customs and customs, so I gave myself this name.

    Although it is somewhat impolite, it is understandable in this wild place.  If you want to come to the ghosts and gods of the underworld and the Dragon Court of the Underworld, you won't argue with them.  "

    Time is the most capable of changing a person. After experiencing a series of setbacks and tribulations, Tang Sanzang also slowly changed.

    In the past, at most he would reprimand Sun Wukong, and he would never give so many explanations.

    Vaguely, from the tone of Tang Sanzang, there is also the arrogance of being a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, which was unimaginable in the past.

    But thinking about the wonderful things I have experienced this year, and the various wonderful countries I have encountered, it is natural to feel arrogance.  After all, there is no harm without contrast.

    I thought that the Tang royal family was chaotic enough, but compared with the small countries in the western lands, it became a pure white lotus.

    "Master, don't care what this Dagan ghost country is, let's go to the city first! Change the customs clearance disc as soon as possible, maybe you can get a good vegetarian meal tonight.

    By virtue of your name as an eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty, you, the emperor of Laozi Dagan Ghost Country, why don't you come out to entertain yourself?  "

    Zhu Bajie said with a smile.

    It's just that the image of a fat pig with big ears abruptly turned his serious words into a farce, no matter how you look at it, it looks so festive.

    Fortunately, in this scene, Tang Sanzang had seen a lot on the way, and he had acquired immunity early on, so he was able to hold back his laughter.

    ?Stepping into Daqian Ghost Country, Sun Wukong's fine hairs stood up all of a sudden, and the talent of Lingming Stone Monkeything.

    "Master, don't panic! Let my grandson see what's going on."

    After finishing speaking, Monkey King studied the young child in front of him.  But the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and after a while he said: "It's really a miracle to be born with the wraith spirit, and to be able to live till now!

    It is no wonder that the blood of a virtuous person is used as a medicine, and it is clear that he wants to use the meritorious energy of a virtuous person to suppress the resentful spirits and prevent this thing from being born into the world to cause harm to the world!

    It seems that the white-browed old monk who prescribed the medicine back then was no ordinary person!  Old officer, my old grandson doesn't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky!

    According to normal circumstances, the birth of resentful spirits will definitely bring disaster.  The successive misfortunes of your family members should have started from the birth of resentful spirits.

    Fortunately, there was an expert who resolved the disaster in time, so it didn't cause a big pot.  Now the resentful spirit is integrated with your grandson, if you can dissolve his resentment, you will surely achieve extraordinary things in the future.  "

    After finishing speaking, Monkey King turned his head to look at Tang Sanzang again: "Master, it seems that today you have to imitate your ancestors and cut meat to feed the eagles.

    This kid is not sick at all, and his frailty and sickness are all caused by the resentment emanating from the resentful spirit.

    Now that the two have merged, as long as this resentment is suppressed, and it takes a few months to raise it, it will return to normal.  "

    Hearing this answer, the old Yicheng beside him was overjoyed.  He doesn't know what kind of spirit is not. The only thing he knows is that his grandson is saved.

    Seeing that the old man was about to kneel down again, Tang Sanzang hastily stepped forward to help him and said, "Stand up, elder, this poor monk will take care of it.

    ? Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.  If a drop of blood from a poor monk can save a life, so what if the blood dries up!  "

    The upright and awe-inspiring words suddenly made Tang Sanzang's image much taller.  It's just that this scene made Wufang Jiedi, who was following secretly, almost vomit blood.

    In the prehistoric world, it is not possible to speak nonsense.  Ordinary mortals talk nonsense, and the way of heaven doesn't care at all, but it's different for people who learn from the scriptures.

    Fortunately, Tang Sanzang still has a sense of propriety, he just talked to himself, and didn't make any foolish ambitions, otherwise it would be a lot of fun.

    Take the needle and let the blood go, all done in one go.  It was rare for Tang Sanzang to show a decisive side, and the old Yicheng was very grateful to see it.

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