After a long time, the three of Sun Wukong came back to their senses, and after glancing at each other, Sun Wukong walked forward, and about five pine cones appeared in his hand between beckoning.

Before handing over the pine cones, Sun Wukong said: "Second junior brother, these pine cones have almost been eaten by us on the road, and now there are only a few left, please don't mind." ”

Seeing this, Zhu Tiancang couldn't help but smile.

To be honest, he didn't care about the five-needle pine cone, although it was one of the fruits of the ten innate spiritual roots, but when he reached his realm, these things didn't have much effect.

But now Sun Wukong was able to give him all the few five-needle pine cones, but this kind of behavior made him feel no warmth.

Reaching out to take the five-needle pine cone, Zhu Tiancang nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Hearing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but smile embarrassedly.

They got a lot of five-needle pine cones, but they were eaten as snacks on the way here, and these five were just a drop in the bucket, but Zhu Tiancang actually thanked them, which really made them feel a little embarrassed.

In this regard, Zhu Tiancang didn't care too much, and after reaching out to put away the five-needle pine cone, he said: "Master, senior brother, junior brothers, let's move on!"

Hearing this, Jin Chanzi and the others nodded.

Immediately afterwards, the group walked towards the country of the festival.

As soon as they entered the festival country, the five of them immediately attracted the attention of the people of the festival country.

Especially when I saw the dress of the monk of the golden cicada, they were full of good and puzzled.

After about a while, a group of human soldiers wearing stomach armor came to the street, and directly surrounded Zhu Tiancang and the others, although they did not do it directly, but the look in their eyes was very unkind.

At this time, at the back of the soldier's procession, a man in a brocade robe walked forward slowly and said, "Where do you elders come from and where are you going?"

Hearing this, although Jin Chanzi and the others did not know why, Zhu Tiancang was clear, because the Jinguang Temple lost the relics, and the status of the monks in this sacrificial country can be said to be low to a certain level, although it is not as strict as Che Chiguo, but it is not very far behind.

Subconsciously, Zhu Tiancang made a look at the golden cicada, and the voice simply told the situation of the sacrifice country.

After listening to Zhu Tiancang's transmission, Jin Chanzi's eyes flashed, and he immediately turned over and dismounted, walked in front of the brocade-robed man, and folded his hands; "Amitabha, the poor monks came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and went to the Western Lingshan to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures. ”

As Jin Chanzi finished speaking, everyone around couldn't help but be in an uproar.

What is Dongtu Datang?

It was a country far away in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The fact that these people were able to come from so far and avoid the attacks of demons and monsters along the way is ......

The brocade-robed man's expression also changed.

He is not a stupid person, he knows very well that since the five people of Zhu Tiancang can come here from Dongsheng Shenzhou, they must have something extraordinary, but they can't be offended casually.

Immediately, the brocade-robed man spoke: "It turned out to be a holy monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Xiao Wang has lost his respect, I don't know how long you will stay in my sacrifice country?"

Xiao Wang!

This brocade-robed man is the prince of the sacrificial country!

In the face of his inquiry, Jin Chanzi pondered for a while, and then folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, it is getting late today, and the poor monk and others want to spend the night in your country, and after meeting His Majesty the King tomorrow in exchange for customs clearance, the poor monk and others will be on the way!"

Hearing that the golden cicada said that he would only stay for one day, the brocade-robed prince nodded, and then turned his head to a personal guard and said, "You take all the holy monks to live in the Jinguang Temple for one night!"

As soon as these words came out, the guard immediately responded, and then led Zhu Tiancang and the others towards Jinguang Temple.

There were princes and guards to send them off, and Zhu Tiancang and others did not encounter obstacles all the way, and soon came to Jinguang Temple.

Looking at the dilapidated Jinguang Temple, the corners of the golden cicada's mouth twitched, and then said, "Sure enough!"

While speaking, the golden cicada stepped forward to slam the door.

After about a moment, a monk in a shabby robe walked out, looked at the golden cicada, and then folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, who is this master?"

Without waiting for Jin Chanzi to speak, the guard said: "Xuanji monk, these are holy monks from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, His Royal Highness the King of Qin let them live in your Jinguang Temple for one night, you can't be lazy." ”

After speaking, the guard gave the mysterious monk a few pieces of broken silver before leaving, saluted Zhu Tiancang and the others, and turned around to leave.

Holding those few pieces of broken silver, a trace of joy flashed in the eyes of the Xuanji monk, and then the smile on his face was much more enthusiastic, and he said: "It turns out that the holy monks have come from afar, please come in, please come in......"

In this regard, Zhu Tiancang and others are no longer surprised.

People's seven emotions and six desires occupy the first place, and the latter's attitude changes so much before and after a few pieces of broken silver, it can be seen that the monks of Jinguang Temple are also like that.

But now under the fence, Zhu Tiancang and the others didn't mean to say anything, and followed the monk Xuanji into the Jinguang Temple, and after cleaning up a few side rooms, the group stayed.

Around midnight, Zhu Tiancang and his party were called out for dinner.

Looking at the dinner of porridge and pickles, Rao is Zhu Tiancang and the others didn't want to care about anything, and they were a little unhappy at the moment.

For nothing else, although they are monks who do not know much about mortal affairs, they also know that the value of a few pieces of broken silver can definitely be exchanged for a sumptuous meal.

But this mysterious monk still entertained them with such coarse tea and light rice, which shows that it was not the latter who swallowed the money, but the latter did not mean to receive them in his heart.

When Zhu Tiancang and the others hurriedly ate a few bites and were about to get up and leave, there was a burst of discussion in the cafeteria: "Eh, I think my Jinguang Temple was also famous back then, and the whole country of the sacrifice race went down to the Buddha, but today it is such a field!"

"It's not because the relics were lost, if it wasn't for the loss of the relics, how would we have become like this, working hard during the day, and not even sleeping well at night. ”

"I don't know when this day will be a head, and when will a Buddha messenger come to save me, which is equivalent to water and fire!"

“......”

Listening to those discussions, Zhu Tiancang couldn't help frowning, and said secretly: "Good guy, I thought I could ignore it, but I didn't expect that this was the initiative to find the door, it seems that there must be people from the Western sect mixed in this group of monks, and its purpose is to want us to regain the relics for them, so that the Jinguang Temple can return to its former glory!"

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