There may be something about Xuanzang, do you want to tell a few saints?

Yang Jian thought about it for a while, thought about it again, and decided to find out the internal cause first, after all, Xuanzang was different from the golden envoy Ge Li, and Yang Jian was not in the situation of hand injury that day.

The vigilance that Xuanti gave himself at this time was only a 'slight reminder', unlike the last time when he kept reminding himself that he was worried about his life......

Perhaps, this golden cicada is just the tip of a conspiracy net, if Yang Jian startles the snake too early, it will bury deeper hidden dangers.

Before, he calculated Xuanzang and let Xuanzang break the color ring in the hands of the scorpion essence, which was a small revenge on Buddhism.

At this time, he set off for Nanzhou again, Yang Jian was to find out the details of Xuanzang, and there was not much resentment in his heart, and he purely wanted to find out what secrets Xuanzang had, which was worth reminding himself of.

said that the Xuan body was reminding Yang Jian, which was somewhat mysterious, and it could probably be understood as an instinctive intuition of Yang Jian.

Extremely sharp and very effective.

"Master, I'm going to change my clothes. ”

"Leave in half an hour, and you go and get dressed. ”

"Hmph, people really want to dress up, but not for an hour or two. ”

Zixia smiled and ran away with her skirt, Yang Jian could only shake her head helplessly, and couldn't help but think of Xiao Chan'er.

She can be considered safe in the Wa Palace.

At this time, the opportunity to contact with Xiaomei should be reduced, lest those strong enemies will calculate Xiaochan's head; it is best to make people feel that he doesn't care about his only sister, which can make Yang Xiaochan less dangerous.

By this time, Yang Jian himself had been closely related to the fate of the flood famine.

Although he has not yet become holy, the undefeated golden body is already on the verge of sanctification, and he can break through the shackles of the saint realm at any time.

Moreover, because his physical body touched the barrier of the Dao Realm early, after rushing into the Sage Realm, it would really be a dazzling sublimation, and he became the strongest person in the Flood Wilderness, taking on the role of the Pangu God back then.

It's just that Yang Jian doesn't have much chance of winning this.

He was still waiting, even if he knew that the strongest person might rush out of the Beihai Sea at any time, Yang Jian was still waiting, waiting for that spiritual light, waiting for that trace of variables, waiting for himself to realize how to break through the final limit of the Eight or Nine Xuangong and become holy.

Two laws and one saint, one step to the strong......

This is a dream, and it is also a life that has to be fought for, or perhaps, it may be the only life.

Yang Jian sat there quietly distracted, he couldn't realize the final realm at this time, in fact, it was also related to the fact that there was too much pressure in his heart.

All living beings, the Three Realms of the Flood and Desolation, family members and friends......

"Master, I'm alright!"

Zixia turned into a gust of fragrant wind and floated in, and she changed into an ink dress, with a little more ethereal artistic conception, less than half a point of beauty, and three points of elegance.

She smiled and groaned at this time, bowing forward, she was bright and moving, and if she had a cold face, she would also become a beauty of independence in the world.

"Xia'er is getting more and more beautiful," Yang Jian stood up, bypassed the tables and chairs, set up a white cloud, flew out of the True Monarch's Mansion with Zixia, and hid his figure out of the Nantian Gate.

Zixia was holding a handful of jade Xiao in her hand, but it seemed to be a pure ornament, an immortal treasure, and it was not very powerful.

She muttered in a low voice, "Master, shall we still help the monk to make good deeds?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded calmly, "Their Buddhism has been calculated as a teacher many times before, and this time they have found their pain for the teacher, so naturally they have to fight a few more times to get angry." ”

"However, even if Buddhism has rules and precepts, such a cheap monk really makes people unhappy," Zixia twitched the corners of her mouth, and commented a few words disapprerovingly, "Like this, taking a woman's mind as a calamity to sharpen himself, where is this kind of man worthy of being infatuated by those women." ”

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Love is a word, but it is very mysterious." ”

"Anyway, I don't look down on such people, if I can meet my favorite Taoist partner in the future, I must be happy with each other, I must raise my eyebrows, respect each other like a guest, it is best to have a little style of Master, but don't be as greedy as Master. ”

"Okay, you, even dare to make fun of your teacher!"

Yang Jian reprimanded with a straight face, Zixia hurriedly bowed to apologize, and it took a while of coquettishness to make Yang Jian smile again.

While talking, they arrived at the daughter country again.

In the daughter of the national post house, because the royal brother punished himself with a back injury, they could not make the trip for ten days and half a month.

Tianpeng is happy to see the beauties here, every day around the pavilion there are countless daughters of the country people come to watch the 'man' such a rare thing, and the rumors about the lord and the Tang Dynasty monks spread in the city, but also provoked many people to want to see what kind of face the young monk the lord of the country likes.

Trapped in his daughter's incense, he can't be tricked.

Sun Wukong was bored and stunned on the beam every day, and Tianpeng happily interacted with the beautiful women he could find everywhere, touching each other's hands and exchanging glances, which was harmless.

Monk Yisha took care of Xuanzang wholeheartedly, bringing tea and water to the master every day, and changing the wound medicine.

The scene of Journey to the West is actually quite difficult, and the difficulty lies in how to convince Xuanzang that he is indeed going through all kinds of hardships in his life......

Fortunately, Xuanzang is just a mortal, he has no combat effectiveness, and mortals are often deceived by demons and monsters.

Like this time, he punished himself for being injured, in fact, the three apprentices could get him out of bed immediately with a casual breath of immortal qi, but they couldn't do this, so they could only wait for Xuanzang to recover on his own.

The reason is the same as if they had to walk to Lingshan step by step, and they couldn't fly directly over the clouds.

"Master, Master!" Tianpeng ran in outside with a red face, knocked open the wooden door, and held a small brocade box in his hand, "The daughter of the country sent someone to send gold sore medicine, Master, can you try the effect?"

"Bajie, send the medicine back. ”

Xuanzang said something in a deep voice, then sighed long, lay there and moved his head, facing the wall.

Tianpeng suddenly shook his head and sighed, and said a few words of pity, "The lord of the human country is very good, Master, this is just a gold sore medicine, not a love letter handkerchief or something, let's accept it, then we will accept it." ”

"Bajie!" Xuanzang shouted a little anxiously, helplessly touching the scars on his back, and cold sweat broke out on his aching forehead, "If the teacher says to return it, he will return it!"

"Ah, yes," Tianpeng grumbled, and walked outside the house with the brocade box.

Outside the house, a burst of poetry suddenly sounded: "Affectionate hatred since ancient times, falling flowers are intentional, how can the flowing water ruthlessly hurry away, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Sun Wukong suddenly smiled and squinted, and Sha Wujing was also full of smiles, and handed the freshly boiled decoction to Xuanzang's mouth.

When Tianpeng finished returning the medicine and walked outside to the west mountain at dusk, when a team of female guards brought a sumptuous dinner, Tianpeng hurried back with a big belly.

There are lights everywhere in the hotel, and the scenery is chic, and the four masters and apprentices have eaten some meals cooked by the imperial chef, which is delicious in the world.

After eating, it was naturally time to sleep, but Tianpeng looked at the empty plate in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Brother Monkey, Wujing, have you eaten enough?"

Sun Wukong snorted and said calmly: "If my old grandson opens his stomach, there will not be enough food for a mountain." ”

"I'm ......" Sha Wujing was just about to say that he was full, but he felt kicked by someone, and Tianpeng winked at Sha Wujing.

Sha Wujing scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Second senior brother, should I be full, or shouldn't I?"

On the side, Xuanzang pushed the meal that had not been touched much to the side of the bed, and said in a low voice: "Bajie, for the teacher not to feel hungry, you can eat these." ”

"Hey, Master, how can you get better quickly if you don't eat?" Tianpeng smiled, "There is a kitchen in this station, let's go find something to eat first, Master, if you have something, just call us, the three of us can hear it hundreds of miles away!"

Tang Seng didn't have time to stop it, Tianpeng had already dragged Sha Wujing up and out of the door, and his movements were so fast that they didn't match his size at all.

Sun Wukong naturally knew what Tianpeng was going to do, and he was also in the mood of watching a play about this matter, and he took away the empty dinner plates very intimately, threw them off the backyard kitchen, and went out of the room with his hands behind his back.

As soon as the three apprentices left, a touch of moonlight shone outside the door, but when they looked closely, it was a fair-skinned and beautiful woman, dressed in a neon dress, walking in the moonlight of the early moon.

"Brother Yu, are you getting better?"

Xuanzang sighed lightly with his fingers, then sighed, turned his head away, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures silently.

The daughter of the country, Lianbu, shook lightly to the side of the bed, lifted the thin quilt, looked at the scars, and couldn't help but tremble his fingers.

"Why are you doing this? I already know that the national teacher forced you...... Brother Yu, I won't dislike you for half a point, you don't want to hurt yourself like this......"

Xuanzang closed his eyes, but he knew how to move.

"I'll put medicine on you first. ”

The daughter of the country said softly, picked up the small brocade box she carried with her, crushed the pills inside, picked it with the tips of her little finger, and applied it to the scar on Xuanzang's back little by little.

At this time, if Xuanzang was smarter, he could already find that something was wrong.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's handling of the scorpion essence, the lord of the daughter country is just a mortal, how can he know?

Moreover, the elixir used by the lord of the daughter country at this time was too strange, almost with his fingers, the scars immediately faded.

At the same time as the scars subsided, a nameless fire began to turbulent in Xuanzang's body, and all kinds of situations of being entangled with scorpion spirits jumped in front of him, and the Buddhist state of mind was so vulnerable......

The daughter country post house was quietly covered by a mysterious aura, and Gong Cao and Liuding Liujia, who were on duty in the sky, suddenly noticed the abnormality, and they only saw the daughter country lord enter Xuanzang's bedroom, but after a while, they lost the picture inside......

The Divine Consciousness is cut off!

The one who entered Xuanzang's room at this time was naturally the real king of the daughter country, but Yang Jian secretly 'explained' the reason, and the daughter of the country lord who fell in love with her younger brother more and more.

And the elixir used for healing was casually taken by Yang Jian.

The effect is not long, it is estimated to last for two or three hours.

Thundered!

Thunder suddenly appeared overhead, but no matter how loud the thunder sounded this time, it couldn't disturb the two who were in love.

Yang Jian was standing on the roof of the hotel, Zixia on the side was bored counting the stars, but Yang Jian was observing below with a solemn face.

Of course, he is not a good thing to peek into other people's homes, and he has no shortage of wives.

What Yang Jian was observing at this time was only Xuanzang.

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