What no one knows is that countless immortals and gods in the three realms think that the disaster that was banned by the saints in Lingshan never stopped.

It...it did not begin five hundred years ago when Tang Sanzang embarked on the westward journey, but was born in Tang Sanzang and pushed forward five hundred years.

Of course, it is also unaware that the mind is difficult to calm down. Now the mind is difficult to calm down and the agarwood, the Eighth Prince is heading towards the Liusha River.

Chenxiang and the Eighth Prince originally wanted to quickly go to Liusha River by kaiyun, but... they were so uneasy as a normal human race, how could they have such high-end skills as kaiyun?

However, in front of his son, it is impossible to calm down and he can never tell what he is afraid of. So... how can he have face?

"How can you find things on the ground standing on the top of the cloud?"

This statement... successfully fooled Chenxiang and the Eighth Prince.

Therefore, it is difficult to calm down now and the eighth prince runs on the earth.

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Compared to walking in the idle garden where I was uneasy, Chenxiang was at ease, but the eighth prince was a little overwhelmed.

"Carang Xiang, I...I am a dragon, flying is the instinct..."

"Don't you admire your cousin Ao Yu who followed my father westward? She accompanied my father for more than 100,000 miles back then, you..."

"I can't run..."

In response to this, I couldn't help but shake my head slightly. Children nowadays really can't bear the hardship.

Not to mention that the journey five hundred years ago was full of steep mountains and rivers, and every step was required to climb mountains and wade through the water. But now, from the east of the Demon Saint City, there is a vast road. If there is a mountain, it can be moved, pushed, or broken; if it encounters a river, it can be built to build a bridge and span it.

What’s more important is that the cousin of the eighth prince back then was not just walking step by step, but she was still being kept by the monk... cough cough...

Anyway, it's quite difficult.

However, what is quite surprising is that people all rumored that this great road extends from Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, and is straight, heading towards Lingshan, Tianzhu.

"Is this great way...is this to welcome me?"

I thought about it boldly in my heart, but this idea was that I didn’t even believe it.

However, the posthumous title of "Tang Emperor Taizong" has appeared. It seems that Li Shimin, who owed that cause and effect, was ultimately defeated by time and died.

"I wonder, who is the reigning emperor of the Tang Dynasty today?"

I was so anxious that I passed by, witnessing a very different change from five hundred years ago, and I couldn't help but think in my heart.

As he was unable to calm down, he slowly accelerated his speed until the extreme frequency of the eighth prince's two short legs stabilized. He ran wildly for almost a day.

When dusk approaches, the old place revisits and returns to the location of the Liusha River.

But this time, my mind was hard to calm down but it was on the west bank. There was no need to use Ao Yu's power to separate the river and cross the river like the last time. There was a long bridge above the river surface with a look of 800 miles in front of me.

“It’s too…too unscientific…”

I couldn't help but sighed fiercely in my heart.

If you swing a punch, not to mention eight hundred miles, even if the power spreads eight thousand miles away, it feels extremely normal if you can't calm down. However, this is destruction, and it is completely different from the construction of an eight hundred miles long bridge.

"This is very unphysical..."

After all, in my memory, the longest bridge in the world is only the 165-kilometer Dankun Bridge, but this is an 800-mile long bridge in front of me, and it is a wooden bridge!!

"Is it because the Tang Dynasty's technology tree point is wrong, or is the world's rules different?"

Just when Yi Nanping fell into deep thought, the bald heads standing next to the bridge noticed the existence of Yi Nanping. One of the bald heads came out and walked towards Yi Nanping.

"Amitabha, are the donors confused?"

Listening to these familiar words, I couldn't calm down and subconsciously put my palms together and returned to the Buddha's rituals. However, when my palms were raised, I reacted and changed to clasping my fists and said.

"Master, be polite...well?"

I couldn't calm down and my eyes hidden under the mask couldn't help but widen a little, and looked at the bald head in front of me with a steady attitude.

He is more than two meters tall, his muscles are tangled, and every move is full of wind. The surging heartbeat and the faint sound of blood rushing can be heard all illustrate the horror of this bald head.

And... he was wearing a white robe and a compassionate and peaceful smile on his face.

Not only was it hard to calm down, but it was also the first time I saw Chenxiang and the Eighth Prince of this monk. I felt the invisible oppression of the monk in front of me, but I couldn't help but take a step back.

Seeing the two children in front of him seemingly afraid, the smile on the face of the thorny monk became brighter and gentler, and he spoke to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid of the two little donors. I am the Mahayana monk who practices the Mahayana Buddhism and the method of body-building passed down by the Patriarch of Tripitaka. His Dharma name is to save evil, but he is not an evil person."

???

It's hard to calm down.

‘When did I pass on the Mahayana Dharma?’

‘Also, I am the method of stimulating my body...the assembly line of the muscle monk? It should be an example?’

As I looked at the big men wearing white robes and bald shiny hair, I couldn't help but brow. If I compared it carefully, the master of the evil in front of me was already the most elegant and gentle among the monks.

"The master of evil is rude."

I felt so difficult to calm my mind and replied with a polite saying, "I wonder what advice does the master of the evil have?"

"Just this moment, I saw the donor wandering around the shore, as if he was confused. But for the first time he arrived at this quicksand river?" asked Master Dueye.

It is hard to respond. "I spent many years ago, but now I am revisiting the old place."

"Understood……"

Master Duye moved his thick eyebrows, and his face showed a sudden enlightenment, and said, "If you want the three donors to hold hands, I will lead the three donors to cross the bridge."

The thought was hard to calm down, and in a vague sense of familiarity, he asked, "Tour guide?"

"Tour guide? This word is quite consistent, and the donor's words are very wonderful. For all donors, crossing the bridge of sentient beings on the quicksand river is a journey of life, and I am guiding all donors to visit this journey."

The thoughts were difficult to understand, and he covered his palms in his chest with the money and asked, "How much does it cost? Can there be designated accommodation and shopping?"

"TOLL?"

Master Duye was stunned, then reacted and asked, "Did you meet a fake Mahayana monk when you cross the river last time? We, the Mahayana monks, are here to protect sentient beings across the river, and never talk about money."

Looking at Master Duye's expression that became extremely serious, and even the trembling of his muscles made the air thicker. He felt a little more difficult to calm down, but he swallowed the last question back.
Chapter completed!