There is still one day before Jingzhe.

night

In Chang'an City, after the hustle and bustle during the day, the quietness of the past was finally restored. On the streets, there was only the sound of clamoring people, which was still quietly transmitted in Chang'an City.

"Be careful of the candle in the middle of the night."

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three sounds indicate the arrival of the third day of midnight.

At this moment, even the tramps were turned off, and the place with red and green willows was less of the daytime charm. There were only a few rooms occasionally, with candlelights lit and emitting an attractive luster through the screen windows.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

In Jinshan Temple, there are still rhythmic sounds of knocking on wooden fish in a secluded hall.

After listening for a long time, it seems fascinating. Even the little novice monk who was not far away couldn't help but follow the sound of the wooden fish and fell into mist.

The entire hall did not appear dark under the drowsy fire candles, but on the contrary it had a particularly peaceful meaning.

The sounds of wooden fish seem to break the dark air, even if there is only a faint light, it can illuminate the entire world.

This is the place where Tang Sanzang practices.

He beats wooden fish like this every night and recites Buddhist scriptures. He has been doing this for decades, never relaxing or slacking off.

Just like a person who drinks water, he knows the temperature and heat.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The rhythmic sound of the wooden fish suddenly paused.

The little novice monk guarding the door suddenly woke up from the haze. He looked into the hall in surprise.

At this moment, for some reason, I suddenly felt a little uneasy in my heart.

Through the dim candlelight, you can vaguely see the situation inside. The candle is lingering around, and a figure appears faintly from the darkness.

It was Xuanzang of Tang.

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"Why does Elder Xuanzang feel something is wrong today?"

The little novice muttered, wiped his eyes, looked again, but found nothing.

The sounds of wooden fish were as rhythm as before, and after a moment, the little novice monk fell into mist again.

In a trance, he felt that he had achieved the right result and went to the Western Paradise and entered the supreme, supreme, supreme and noble Buddha.

Inside the hall

"Your heart is in chaos."

"It seems that your so-called practice is not enough, Jin Chanzi!!!"

In the darkness where the candlelight could not be shined, a gloomy and mute voice came.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the shadow of Tang Xuanzang talking.

At this moment, the shadow slowly squirmed, stood upright from the ground, and finally turned into a dark human form. He was looking at Tang Xuanzang sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue with a stern look.

Around, there was a vague ominous atmosphere, permeating.

Even the statues of Buddha around the hall seemed to become strange, and their expressions contained an indescribable smell.

It was obviously just a sculpture, but the eyes looked at Tang Xuanzang as if they were staring at food.

"If the owner of the monk Tang Xuanzang minds this name, he can also call the monk the monk Tang. As for who Jin Chanzi is, the monk doesn't know. Please don't say anything nonsense."

Tang Monk said lightly while knocking on the wooden fish.

He seemed to reject the title of Jin Chanzi.

"Hey, I dare not admit it?"

"You are me, I am you, why bother so clearly?"

"Looking at flowers in the fog, looking at the moon in the water, all kinds of people in the world, aren't these mortals all of you and me?"

"The Buddha once said that everyone is a Buddha, you are a Buddha, and I am a Buddha. I am a Jin Chanzi, and you are a Jin Chanzi! What's the difference?"

The black shadow said with a deep smile.

"Amitabha, the donor speaks nonsense."

"You are Jin Chanzi, but I am just Tang Xuanzang, so you can't confuse me."

"The little monk may not have understood the Dharma properly and cannot reach the level of Buddha. Donor should not make things difficult for the little monk."

Tang Monk continued to refuse.

"Hey, in a dilemma?"

"You cut off the past and buried the former Chen Xuanzang in the past. Are you the same as me?"

"Do you dare to admit that you are still Chen Xuanzang?"

The shadow questioned, but the only thing that was received by Tang Monk Amitabha Buddha, as always, did not care at all.

"It's really a firm Buddha heart. It's okay. I have time to spend with you. Our plan is about to begin. I can't escape, and you can't escape. No one can escape from all living beings in the world."

"Don't think that the true immortal and sacred are your savior. Hey, at the time of Jingzhe, there will be an immortal and god attacking him."

"How can thousands of years of planning be defeated by his words? When Jingzhe, when he comes, when he dies."

"Our existence is far longer and older than you think. Who can compete with us in the heavens and all worlds?"

"I will let you see how he died in the end."

"If you don't go this journey of Journey to the West, you have to go. All the nodes are in place, and even that one is about to be intimidated. It's been five hundred years since Jinchanzi, you are not, it's me, it's us! It's time to get ready to go."

The black shadow said gloomyly, and finally the black shadow retracted into Tang Seng's shadow.

All the ominous aura around them gradually disappeared.

In the hall, the candles remain.

The sound of wooden fish is still echoing.

"Why!"

A gentle sigh of life emerged from Tang Monk's mouth. But for some reason, the wooden fish in his hand was no longer as peaceful and quiet as it hit.

The little novice monk who was watching outside also woke up.

"strangeness!"

He touched his head and muttered in his heart. He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

After waking up from the mist this time, he never fell into mist again

The land of the two worlds.

This is also a junction between the Southern Continent and the Xiniuhe Continent.

A place that is shaped like five fingers and is called Wuzhi Mountain by the locals.

This is also the most famous location in the Liangjie Mountain area.

According to legend, there is a big monster in Wujie Mountain. This monster goes to the sky and into the earth, breaks the sky, steps on the nine netherworlds, never grow old and die, causing harm to the world, making the immortals and gods afraid of it.

Of course, although this legend has been passed down since ancient times and people around him have also passed it on word of mouth. No one has ever seen this great demon king.

According to the elders of the people living here, hundreds of years ago, they could still feel the vibrations in the Wuzhishan area. They often shaking the earth and the sky was shaking, and the stones with big heads flew around.

It was even accompanied by painful roars, bloody storms, and other such visions.

That's why people say that there is a big demon king here.

But since the last vibration of Wuzhishan more than a hundred years ago, this abnormality has completely disappeared.

The painful roar is gone, and there is no bloody storm.

All the visions disappeared.

People speculate that the big demon king may have died in Wufing Mountain.

Of course, this is just a guess, and no one has known the specificity.

Until tonight, at midnight, one day before the arrival of Jingzhe, a ray of blood suddenly drifted from the void into the Wuzhi Mountain.
Chapter completed!