No one understands this principle better than Tang Sanzang. After all, even a society with a perfect legal system judges this way.

It is precisely because of this that he felt guilty and worried that the immortals and gods would have the means to take out information from the souls of the monsters. Tang Sanzang did not hesitate to delay the rescue of the monkeys and recited scriptures for them to be liberated for a long time.

"I hope... they can be individuals in the next life, Amitabha."

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and Tang Sanzang lowered his head slightly, and then he noticed that the monk's robes on his body were already covered with blood, and it felt very uncomfortable to touch him.

"Master, come here!"

Under Tang Sanzang's soft call, the white horse was really spiritually conscious and ran to Tang Sanzang's side in a few leaps.

Then Tang Sanzang untied the package tied to the horse's back, took out the spare monk's robes, and led the white horse to a water source to wash.

Under the moonlight, above the water in the pond, a handsome monk with a peaceful and elegant manner was cleaning the stains on his body without any haste. From a distance, it seemed as if a holy white lotus was blooming in the cold pond of this deep mountain.

A drop of water slowly flowed down from his forehead, crossing his high nose bridge, falling down along the perfect curve of his face to the clear-lined collarbone, shattering into countless smaller water droplets, reflecting Tang Sanzang's handsome face that looked extraordinary.

A poetic and transcendent scene.

However, Tang Sanzang, who was focusing on washing himself and removing dirt, did not notice that with the goal of this pool, a sturdy and calves were approaching quietly.

Step by step...

With the buffering of the flesh pads of the soles of the feet, this natural hunter quietly approached the pool, leaning halfway down and hiding in the grass that is equally high. His sharp eyes came back and glanced between Tang Sanzang and Baima.

In the end, as if attracted by a certain charm that was invisibly revealed by Tang Sanzang, the tiger's eyes were tightly locked in the pool, the tender-skinned monkey who seemed to be unprepared.

The next moment! The wind comes to the tiger!

"Roar!!!"

When Tang Sanzang was unintentionally bowing his head, the tiger with hanging eyes rushed out, rolling up a stinking storm, and instantly crossed half of the water pool and rushed towards Tang Sanzang fiercely.

As Tang Sanzang's bright forehead got closer, a hint of humanized greed and excitement appeared in the eyes of this hungry tiger. He opened his mouth wide, ready to enjoy the upcoming night...

The next moment, the fierce face of the tiger with its hungry eyes was completely distorted and it wrinkled tightly.

At some point, a slender and tender fist had already pressed against the white belly of the hung tiger.

Immediately, unprecedented pain swept across the tiger's body. Not only did the hair in its body explode, but even the screams were deformed.

"Yeah..."

"Stop making trouble, you are not a Husky!" Tang Sanzang, who was still having a headache about how to deal with this tiger, immediately felt that his three views were destroyed.

This calf-sized king of forest was just punched by himself. How could he scream like a husky who was taught a lesson?

Immediately, Tang Sanzang, who was compassionate, had no idea of ​​killing. His arm moved slightly, and casually pulled a large chunk of hair on the tiger with his eyes, and threw it back into the grass that jumped out.

"Bang!"

"Yeah..." After another weird scream from the ground, the tiger with a stern eye was intimate contact with the ground, he immediately struggled to get up and escaped from the scene with his tail gust of wind.

"Can you change this tiger?" Tang Sanzang was immersed in the pleasure of taking a bath, glanced at the white tiger that gradually disappeared at the end of the thick grass, and said to himself helplessly.

Then, Tang Sanzang, who felt that all kinds of strange things in the world, cleaned the large troubling of tiger hair in the pool, carefully rolled it up, grabbed it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed the remaining blood on his body.

"It feels pretty good, moderate softness!"

Perhaps because he had not left the Shuangcha Ridge realm, Tang Sanzang, who was not monitored by the minions of the gods and Buddhas, was extremely relaxed and enjoyed this long-lost feeling.

After another moment of hard work, Tang Sanzang, who had finished bathing, slowly swam back to the shore and put on a clean white monk's robe.

"Amitabha, how good it is!"

Tang Sanzang, who felt refreshed and refreshed, habitually proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then led the white horse to find the hillside at the lower wind to rest.

No words all night, the next day.

Under the anxious eyes of many gods and Buddha minions who secretly surrounded Shuangcha Ridge, Tang Sanzang, wearing a plain white monk's robe, sat on the white horse and slowly stepped away from the Shuangcha Ridge's territory facing the sun.

Seeing Tang Sanzang's safe and sound appearance, even energetic, these little gods and Buddhas minions breathed a sigh of relief and continued to perform their duties, protecting this mortal mortal man along the way to the next predetermined disaster site.

"And the next place is..."

Suddenly, many little gods and Buddhas became a little stiff.

"Five Finger Mountain, the Great Saint of the Monkey King Sun Wukong!"

For a moment, even though these gods and Buddhas understood that the one who had been trapped in the Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years, when they recalled his iron rod, stomping on the sky, and being unruly and rebellious, almost conquering the world, many gods and Buddha minions could not contain their horror.

Great Sage! Great Sage! Great Sage!!!

Even after five hundred years, even if that one is a loser, in the hearts of countless gods and Buddhas, he instinctively remembers this honorific title in the depths of his memory.

Five hundred years have passed by in the blink of an eye for the gods and Buddhas. But the world has changed a lot, and is that person about to usher in the day to escape from difficulties?

Just as many little divine minions were nervous, in less than half a day, the strange mountain standing between heaven and earth appeared in Tang Sanzang's sight.

Wuzhishan!

This strange mountain range suddenly stood between heaven and earth, and five peaks of different heights were tightly connected together to form a mountain range. From a distance, it looked like a giant palm growing on the earth.

"This monkey was actually suppressed by such things for five hundred years?"

Even though he had guessed the situation of the monkey, when he saw the legendary "Five Fingers Mountain" with his own eyes, Tang Sanzang was still extremely shocked.

How graceful was that monkey back then?

He broke up the sky and made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, claiming to be as high as the sky, which caused even if he was suppressed in the earth, he had to firmly press him with the five giant peaks connected by one lineage.

At this moment, it seemed as if my heart felt the same. It was still several miles away from Wuzhi Mountain. A sound like thunder suddenly sounded from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain and echoed between heaven and earth.

"My master is here!"

"My master is here!!"
Chapter completed!