In the evening, two BMWs were walking on a road that was not desolate in the Pakistan Railway Territory, but the person on the horse was somewhat strange.

One of them was wearing a monk's robe and was solemn. He was delighted as a good monk, while the other was wearing a Confucian robe with a golden crown on his head. He had a bookish look on his body, but he looked like a great scholar of the world.

This monk and Confucian scholar were talking about everything, from the various aspects of sentient beings to the principles and human feelings. Although there was no magical fluctuation, strange flowers and plants were faintly grown wherever the two walked, and many birds directly opened their minds and spread far behind them, trying to listen to more truths.

The monk seemed not to notice these things, and still tried his best to find classics that could refute his opponents. The scholar didn't care about this and was happily waiting for the monk's next move.

These two people are naturally Feng Xue and Tang Seng. But after more than a year of getting along, Tang Seng gradually began to let go and began to make some rational mistakes with Feng Xue.

Although the essence of Buddhism seems very stupid to Feng Xue, Feng Xue is happy to debate this kind of thing. On the one hand, it helps to reverse Tang Seng's concept, and on the other hand, it also helps others' practice.

Although Tang Seng was a little dull, his Buddhist cultivation was indeed good and his understanding was also very high. Although Feng Xue did not like many of his ideas, it is undeniable that after the two began to discuss the truth, they were able to make a debut collision.

Although on the surface, only birds were enlightened because of the two people's discussions, in fact, the golden elixir in Feng Xue's body, which gradually showed the planet-like appearance, slowly breeds sparks of wisdom in the collision of thoughts.

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"Hao Zi, look at it seems that there are some lights here!"

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Tang Seng wanted to find a place to rest, but suddenly found that there was a little light flashing in the distance.

Feng Xue narrowed her eyes and looked at it, her mouth slightly raised, but she said:

"Wilderness, wild ridges, bitter and cold land, there is no grain field or business road around. Who is the one who has been so crazy about building a village in this broken place?"

"You mean... a monster?" After a debate with Feng Xue, Tang Seng became somewhat enlightened and immediately reacted, but he did not show any fear.

All the monsters along the way were easily killed by Feng Xue, which gave him a huge misunderstanding of the dangers of monsters. As for the three demons of Gongzhou... isn't that in the Tang Dynasty?

Didn’t Buddha say that the Tang Dynasty was all unruly people, and the Western people were simple?

Maybe only the monsters of the Tang Dynasty are as fierce?

Feng Xue didn't say much about this situation, just shook her head and said:

"It may not be possible. We will know if we go over and take a look. If it is a monster, we will kill him directly. If it is a good person, we will stay for a night."

"Good, good." Tang Seng nodded immediately after hearing this. It had been more than a year since he left the seclusion, and there were only a few days to sleep in bed along the way. The Marquis did not lack beds, but for the sake of faith (face?), he should not be greedy for enjoyment and only accepted "to be content with everything". Even if Feng Xue slept with a dragon horn bed, a phoenix blanket, and a kirin pad all the way, he was just on the floor. Now he finally saw his own house and suddenly became excited.

Sleeping outside in a bed is a desire to enjoy, but sleeping in a bed while staying at a bed is the donor's alms and cannot be refused.

Feng Xue would not make fun of Tang Seng just this point. His perseverance in his persistence in fighting the floor for more than a year has proved his perseverance. Feng Xue can be unhappy with Buddhism and can suppress the other party from beliefs, but she will not attack the other party in terms of character and ethics.

And compared to stimulating Tang Monk, Feng Xue was more curious about what kind of fun Guan Shiyin had created this time.

According to the original work, it should be the time for the Four Saints to test their Zen mind, but because of Feng Xue's intervention, Marshal Tianpeng was still his son-in-law, and the general rolling the curtain was thrown into the cycle of reincarnation by him. On the way to obtain the scriptures, he and Tang Seng tried a yarn?

Although the horses were killed when they were looking at the mountain, they had arrived at the dim lights in just a quarter of an hour. It has to be said that Tang Seng's horse was a good horse carefully selected by Li Shimin. In addition, listening to Feng Xue and Tang Seng's discussion along the way, they had already developed some spirituality. A modern sedan that travels thousands of miles a day is not as fast as a walk. For it, it is simply like walking. If you can't walk five thousand miles a day, you must walk the mountain road again.

A long distance arrived in an instant, and Tang Seng, who was a little impatient, immediately turned over and dismounted, first tidyed up his appearance, dusted off his body, and then gently knocked on the iron ring on the door.

Bang bang bang bang...

As the sound came into the door, a faint movement came out. Tang Monk immediately took two steps to open the position in front of the door, and to avoid any danger inside the door.

After about a few breaths, an elegant, soft, but tough voice sounded from behind the door:

"Who knocked on the door at this time?"

With a creaking sound, the exquisite door was pushed open from inside, revealing a middle-aged woman with luxurious makeup.

This woman looks in her early thirties, but she is of orthodox Han blood. She has black hair and yellow skin and a round face. Although she cannot be called a stunning beauty, she has the character of a big mistress, graceful demeanor and strong aura.

"Amitabha, this female donor, I am from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to worship Buddha and pray for sutras. It was already early at this time. I wanted to spend a night in your residence, and I hope to make a convenient move. If you have any vulgar activities, you can also give me instructions and give me the right to be rewarded."

When Tang Seng saw that the woman who opened the door was a female member, her expression was slightly stiff, but she still clasped her hands together, shouted the Buddha's name, and then said respectfully.

Originally, Tang Seng did not pay for begging for alms, but after communicating with Feng Xue for so long, his cognition also changed.

No one's money is blown by the wind. You can't ask for food and clothing from others just because you are a monk. This is just a different name from those corrupt officials who charge bribes and bullies who take advantage of their robbers and scoundrels.

At the beginning, Tang Seng certainly ignored Feng Xue's remarks, but as he saw more and more poor people and realized what that bowl of food meant to them, Tang Seng became a habit of leaving a reward.

"There have been many monks and Taoists who come and stay with you, but the first one is to pay." The woman nodded slightly after hearing Tang Monk's words, but her eyes focused on Feng Xue again, and raised her eyebrows and said:

"You monk went to seek scriptures, why did you even bring a scholar around you?"

"This is……"

"This lady, I am a preacher of the Central Plains 'family'. I came to the West to preach my own way, so I went with this monk. If the lady feels it is not convenient, I don't have to worry about it..."

"We are just a village in a radius of hundreds of miles. You don't look like evil people, come in." The woman said, moving the door away, with a plain expression with a hint of arrogance, and performed the charm that a big mistress should have to the fullest.
Chapter completed!