As Tang Sanzang lowered his head slightly, he looked at the stone tablet with the words "Tongtian River" on it, and there was a line of small words: "The path is eight hundred miles long, and there are few people walking forever."

However, the monkey's golden eyes, which looked thousands of miles away, could not see the other side. Obviously, the so-called eight hundred miles was just an imaginary number, but in fact it was far more than eight hundred miles wide.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the Tongtian River, which is divided by east and west. If the waves are turbulent, the quicksand river is slightly better. If the water flows are deep, the Black Water River is slightly stronger. However, the length of this path of 800 miles is cut off from here like a natural chasm.

If Tang Sanzang remembered correctly, the evil demon in this disaster was transformed into a demon of a goldfish that saved the suffering and the suffering.

After Che Chi Kingdom, Tang Sanzang, whose mentality had already changed a lot, looked at the turbulent river in front of him, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Master Guanyin, I hope this place is not your secret instructions, otherwise I will not blame me for not thinking about your friendship."

No matter what, Tang Sanzang was already extremely angry with the act of indulging or guiding evil spirits to do evil, massacre human race, and then treating it as a disaster for poor monks.

Perhaps, it was not them who killed the lives of those human race, but they were holding the knife that slaughtered the human race behind their backs.

I am so grateful to all sentient beings who have been traveling west, but I have only gained this?

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey...

When Tang Sanzang thought of this, the guqin in his hand sounded and showed compassion. He played his fingers with his heart. With the rushing river in front of him, the sound of the zither sound actually felt like winter was coming and thousands of horses were coming.

“Master…”

Until the sound of Tang Sanzang's piano calmed down and he slowly returned to calm, the monkeys and others who were guarding the left and right came forward and said, "But what happened?"

Tang Sanzang handed the guqin in his hand to Ao Yu who was following him and hugged his hands in front of his chest, his eyes even more compassionate, and he said leisurely.

"'Killing animals is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people'. Today, when my teacher saw the waves of the river, I felt something, and then I fully realized this principle."

Suddenly, the monkey, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng couldn't help but look at each other, but they were also inexplicably touched and couldn't help but fall into deep thoughts.

"You may not be able to lift a knife with both hands, but you should also use compassion to kill all sins, save all sentient beings, and save sinners..."

As the fierce cold wind blows, the white monk robe on Tang Sanzang's body rusts, but Tang Sanzang's figure remains motionless.

But I was far away in Mount Hua, but I slowly stood up, took off the mask with the "Bao Lotus Lantern" pattern on my face, and threw it at the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan.

The Three Holy Mother Yang Chan raised her hand and gently caught the mask, then looked at Yi Danping.

Under the hazy white light, the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan still failed to see the true face of "unrestlessness". She could only judge by the vague outline that she should be a handsome man.

"Yang Chan, please help me keep this mask. If you come back smoothly, you will get it back."

Unlike the increasingly easy-going voice that usually stays in the Palace of Our Lady, this momentary voice is obviously a bit cold, with no fluctuations except for a faint murderous intent.

The third saint Yang Chan had a slightly moving expression and asked, "Brother Yi, where are you going?"

"Just calm down..."

As the words fell, the uneasy thoughts were accompanied by a loud sound, and instantly disappeared from the spot and headed towards the south.

Because I clearly remember the relationship between the Tongtian River goldfish spirit and Guanyin Bodhisattva, I was unable to calm down this time and went straight to the South China Sea.

Tang Sanzang did not allow those lower realms such as gods, Buddhas, pet mounts, to be able to escape lightly with the master.

...

At this moment, Tang Sanzang and his party, standing by the Tongtian River, suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from a distance.

Thinking that he was unable to calm down, he rushed to the seashore of the South China Sea. The body and body rushed on his legs. Even if he tried his best, it would take some time. Tang Sanzang was not anxious to find the goldfish spirit, but led his disciples toward the source of the sound of beating gongs and drums.

No matter what, it is most appropriate to ask about the civilians living near the world.

After Tang Sanzang and his party climbed over the river beach and turned a corner, they saw about four or five hundred families living in front of them. Among them, the larger one was erected with banners, white cloth hanging around them, with bright lights and candles and rich cigarettes. When Tang Sanzang looked around, he could see a large number of monks who seemed to have just finished the ritual and left.

"Wukong, I'll go to that family to see what's going on?"

Of course, the monkey knew that Tang Sanzang was not asking for his consent, but asking if there was anything abnormal in that place.

Immediately, the monkey's fiery eyes blinked slightly, looked around, nodded, and said, "Come on, Master, I, Lao Sun, guide you. It's just late, and Master can stay for one night."

"Um."

After getting the monkey's judgment, Tang Sanzang and his party leaned towards the other person.

Afterwards, after letting Monkey and others stand a little further, the most harmless Tang Sanzang took Ao Yu forward and knocked on the door.

"Dongdong~"

As the door opened, an old man with Buddhist beads hanging on his neck and chanting Amitabha Buddha appeared in front of the door and said in surprise. "This master is late, the ritual is over, and the other masters have also used vegetarian rice, and each has divided cooked rice, white cloth, and copper coins to leave."

"Amitabha, the old donor thought that I was misunderstood. I was not the fellow masters who had just left. I was Tang Sanzang, who came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to worship Buddha and seek sutras. Today I passed by this place and saw that it was getting late, so I planned to stay for one night."

"Ha, don't lie, this master, you are a person who has no knowledge. Dongtu Datang is about 54,000 miles away from this place, you are alone..."

Speaking of this, the old man accidentally stroked his face, and then he found that most of his body was hiding behind Tang Sanzang holding the piano in his hands, and said, "Well, you, a monk, and a little girl, why did you cross that 54,000 miles away?"

"Amitabha, the donor has a wide range of knowledge and is very true. However, although I can only be called a physical mortal fetus, I am favored by God. It is God who has given three supernatural powers to the left and right guards of the disciples who have served as immortal officials in heaven, and then I came here smoothly." Tang Sanzang explained slowly and compassionately and peacefully.

"Have you ever been an immortal official? Is it powerful? "

When the old man heard this, his expression couldn't help but change, and hesitant expression appeared. "I wonder... can the old man be lucky enough to see it?"
Chapter completed!