Wet toxins, Uttar Pradesh.

Most of the administrative divisions in the world, named simply by their direction, have relatively amazing land areas. The wet and poisonous Uttar Pradesh not only has an area of ​​half a country, but also has an exaggerated population of 200 million.

However, the vast majority of the 200 million people are engaged in agricultural production, and it is enough to support the family. As for getting rich, there is no need to expect to make a fortune.

"Ding bei bei!!!"

Four-wheeled, three-wheeled, two-wheeled, intact, defective, and no way, all kinds of vehicles are passing through the wet streets, and the harsh whistle sounds are constantly resounding. If you live on both sides of the road, being able to sleep peacefully is definitely a skill.

Sanzang originally thought that he would appear abrupt when he was wet and poisonous, but the situation was exactly the opposite of what he thought.

His whole body was wrapped in worn clothes, and his face half exposed was covered with black dust. Fortunately, he had no hair after the fire, otherwise he would solidify into disgusting strands after strand after days of rushing.

But there is no shortage of him in the streets of wet and poisonous towns, especially in slums. Some are forced by life, some are mentally abnormal, and some are practitioners from unknown sects.

Against the backdrop of his peers, Sanwu was only a little non-mainstream among the crowd, and did not attract much attention.

"I can't continue running here." Sanzang sighed.

From Lucia to wet poison is much more troublesome than he thought. The crowds are getting more and more dense along the way, and his speed has to decrease. He can no longer be like he is in a no-man's land.

Moreover, the path he took out was very obvious. Sanzang probably had probably been discovered now. I don’t know how many people would be frightened by this sudden path. This is a real sin.

"Do you want to drink sugarcane juice?" Seeing him standing here for a long time, a street vendor spoke tentatively.

As he said, the vendor shook the juicer in his hand.

He first put the peeled sugarcane into the roller at one end of the machine, then shakes the robotic arm to squeeze out the sugarcane juice. Finally, he puts it in a disposable plastic cup and puts it on the chopping board, which shows an original, wet and poisonous sugarcane juice.

"No need, thank you."

The vendor speaks curry-flavored English, while Sanzang has sushi flavor.

If you ask Bureton to tell which English can understand better, curry English will be better.

Listening to the English that Sanzang said, the vendor was slightly stunned.

This accent doesn't look like a local, but looking at the costume, it should be an ascetic who wanders from other places.

"For free, I'll give it to you." The vendor smiled and handed over the sugarcane juice on the chopping board. "I admire the ascetics like you the most."

"Thank you, thank you." Sanzang took the sugarcane juice in surprise, closed his hands and showed a sincere smile on his face.

Although most of the wet poison people believe in the wet poison religion and Buddhists are almost extinct, the etiquette of putting hands together has long been deeply embedded in the customs of wet poison people. Or the etiquette of putting hands together may have been the etiquette of the wet poison ancestors, and later it was integrated into Buddhism.

After drinking this cup of sweet sugar cane juice, Sanzang felt extremely comfortable. Whether the roadside stall was clean or not, it was not important in his eyes. Anyway, with the extraordinary body of a non-human being, ordinary things could not make him suffer from the stomach.

Although most of the hawkers believe in the wet poison religion, Sanzang still prayed and blessed him.

But without further ado, he has arrived in the wet and poisonous Uttar Pradesh, not far from the country of water, but later it will change. If something irreversible happens due to some delay, it will be in vain.

After a brief rest, the three burials disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people.

After getting wet and poison, many things become simple. Not only the outfit and difficult temperament, but when you master English, it is very convenient to travel and talk and identify landmarks. However, if you encounter a rural villager who speaks Hindi language, Sanmeng will be laughed at you.

He quickly walked through the city, looking for his goal.

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This is what he is looking for!

There are trains driving slowly on the train track in front, and there are no guardrails or gullies outside the track.

The tracks are laid on the vast land, breaking through obstacles from plains to mountains, connecting human communities in economic and military sense. Although the speed of less than 100 kilometers per hour is not enough in front of other modern means of transportation, the "advantage" of riding a train in wet poison is that bold people do not need to buy tickets.

The train that just started is slow and needs to travel a distance before it can speed up to 70 to 80 kilometers per hour.

I saw a few young men with neat hands and feet grasping the bulge outside the car like wet and poisonous monkeys, and then climbed upwards effortlessly, turning over and climbing up to the top of the car.

This is obvious that he is a veteran who is proficient in this art. He has not achieved such a smooth level without ever practicing.

Some people hang trains to evade tickets, while others dislike the trains being too crowded, so they chose this kind of "open-air" carriage.

Sanzang looked at the train number and found a train heading east. Such a train should be able to reach the wet and poisonous country mentioned by the tall figure in the underground world. As for the specific city that cannot be reached, he could only walk over with his feet.

"Amitabha, sin is really a sin."

This is the first time Sanzang has done a ticket evasion, but he is in a hurry to do so. I believe that Buddha will not blame him for his little mistakes to save the people.

The train to the east has gradually accelerated, and some wet and poisonous people who had not had time to snatch the train also stopped and gave up their bold ideas. Now they are not brave enough to lean on the train but to die.

But Sanzang did not give up. He stepped on two long legs, and his speed increased even more than that of the train.

"Was that person going to chase the train?"

"If you can't catch up, even if you catch up, you can't catch it at such a fast speed."

"This guy runs so fast. Is he an athlete?"

This wet poisonous man remembered that those Olympic sprint champions talked about their childhood in an interview and would say that they liked racing cars. Could someone who looks like an ascetic not far away be an athlete in track and field?

After staying parallel with the train for a second or two, Sanzang's body suddenly jumped towards the train, and the height brought by the jump was comparable to a high jump athlete.

This was the result of his deliberately suppressing his power, otherwise he would jump to the top of the car in a blink of an eye.

With the blessing of a strong body, he can complete jaw-dropping actions without any sophisticated skills.

"Okay, so strong."

The young people on the top of the carriage looked at the three monks flying in, and gave a thumbs up in admiration.
Chapter completed!