Chapter 248: Immortals Peeping at the Journey to the West (4) Black Bear...
The ordeal with the Black Bear Demon finally ended when the Purple Star Lord personally came down to earth and took him away.
Because Ying Zheng, the large man from Guanxi, was so tall, Xuanzang stared at him several times. Even after he flew away, he couldn't help but sigh to Wukong, "He has a tall and majestic figure and an outstanding demeanor. He is truly a rare hero!"
Wukong laughed and, while directing the young monk to pack his luggage, said, "If Qin Shi Huang isn't considered a hero, then there aren't many heroes left in the mortal world either."
"Qin Shi Huang?" Xuanzang was taken aback. After receiving Wukong's affirmative answer, he stamped his feet and complained, "Why didn't you say so earlier? This teacher is so rude!"
Although the Qin Dynasty has long since perished, every emperor in later generations would offer sacrifices to Qin Shi Huang, who completely abolished the feudal system and implemented and stabilized the political restrictions.
Only when I became emperor myself did I understand what a wonderful move "completely abolishing the feudal system" was for the emperor.
Qin Shi Huang had died eight hundred years earlier, and they had no way to repay him, so they had to put more effort into offering sacrifices to him.
The emperor's thoughts were a guiding light in feudal dynasties. Over the years, Qin Shi Huang's reputation among the mortal world was so great that even monks like Xuanzang were not immune to this influence.
But this also has a side effect for Qin Shihuang's descendants.
Because their ancestors were so powerful, later generations didn't dare to exterminate them, but they were also afraid that one day their bloodline would suddenly awaken. It was tacitly agreed that anyone with the surname Qin or Ying could not hold military power.
Not to mention those from far away, among the founding heroes of the Tang Dynasty, there was one named Qin Qiong, who was born with great strength and was also a natural military talent.
Li Shimin valued talent and gave him the power to command wars, but that was all. Once he left the battlefield, he was no longer in charge of the soldiers except for a few personal guards.
Xuanzang was a mortal in this life, and it is no wonder that he was so upset given the huge and far-reaching influence of Qin Shihuang.
You meet a legendary figure face to face, exchange a few words, and are generally quite gentle and polite. But you only discover their true identity after they've left. Wouldn't you regret not getting an autograph?
This was Xuanzang's mood at this moment.
Wukong was a little confused, so he quickly put on a smile and changed the subject: "Master, it's almost noon. Should we leave now or rest for the night?"
As expected, as soon as the itinerary was mentioned, Xuanzang immediately stopped caring about anything else and said with a stern face, "Of course we have to leave now. How can a monk indulge in pleasure?"
Wukong immediately nodded obediently, took the bundle from the little monk, and stood beside Xuanzang with a smile: "Master, let's go."
Seeing him like this, Xuanzang's heart softened, and he said softly, "We ascetics don't eat after noon, so you should eat something now. After you finish eating, we can leave."
Wukong smiled and took out two pieces of dry food from his bag. He ate one piece himself and handed the other to Xuanzang: "Master, you have some too."
Xuanzang smiled and said, "Hurry up and eat. I had already eaten while you were busy dealing with the Black Bear Demon."
Knowing that he was a monk who never told lies, Wukong nodded and ate both pieces of cake himself.
The surviving young monks were obedient and immediately fetched mountain spring water when they saw him eating dry food.
After eating and drinking, Wukong asked Xuanzang to mount the horse, put the luggage on the horse's back, and led the horse down the gentle slope.
It was noon in spring, and the sun was warm on his body. Xuanzang sat on his horse, looking at the vibrant scenery along the way. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly exhale. He felt that all the grievances in his heart were poured out with this breath.
"Goku, let's hurry while the weather's nice!"
"Alright! Master, hold on tight. Go!"
The white dragon horse received the order and ran fast and steadily. Monkey King flew in the air carrying the golden cudgel. The cheerful laughter and the clattering sound of horse hooves intertwined together, forming a unique spring melody.
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In the Lingxiao Palace, all the immortals looked at this scene and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
As the journey continued, Master Xuandu became worried: "I wonder if this kid Ganglie has adjusted?"
Guang Chengzi, who was sitting next to him, said, "Brother Xuandu, since you are worried, why not send a message and ask?"
Xuan Du was a little tempted, but after thinking it over, he shook his head: "No. I know Gang Lie's personality. It's fine if the elders ignore him, but once they ask him, he will at least feel a little aggrieved even if he doesn't feel aggrieved. What's more, he is really aggrieved?"
Feeling sorry for your apprentice is one thing, but hindering his progress is another.
Zhao Gongming couldn't help laughing. "Brother Xuandu, how did you, with such a calm personality, raise a child like Ganglie?"
The personalities of these master and disciple are completely different.
Xuandu rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm wondering too. Fu Li is such a calm child, it doesn't look like she was raised by you."
Zhao Gongming choked and said unhappily, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? As the saying goes, a master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you. My disciple is gifted, so what?"
Taiyi Zhenren stabbed him in the back with his knife: "Hey, you also know that cultivation depends on the individual?"
Zhao Gongming immediately turned his attention to him: "So, do you think Nezha looks like you? Does Ziyun look like you? Ha, none of them look like you!"
"Why don't they look alike? My two disciples are both smart and clever, just like their master, me."
The scene soon turned into a battlefield between the two of them. The immortals looked at each other and tacitly agreed not to speak to avoid being involved in the smoke of war.
Everyone knows that once you interrupt at this time, no matter who you help, the result will be that both of you will unite against the outsider and the one who interrupted will be scolded to the point of autism first.
Then, the two of them reconciled.
In order to avoid becoming part of the two people's play, the fairies automatically blocked out the quarreling sounds and focused on watching the big screen.
In the spring when the climate was suitable, the master and disciple's journey was much faster, and they arrived in the territory of U-Tsang soon.
U-Tsang was a vassal state of the Tang Dynasty, so no Tang monks were needed to exchange customs documents. Upon entering, Xuanzang simply reported his nationality, and the gatekeepers respectfully welcomed him in.
If Xuanzang had not refused verbally, the border guard would have hosted a welcoming ceremony for the master and disciple.
Even so, the defending general still had someone quickly prepare a batch of dry food made of white flour and sent it over along with a plate of gold.
Xuanzang only accepted the dry food and refused to take any of the gold. He again declined the commander's invitation to stay overnight, using the excuse that it was still early, and continued westward.
It was a small border town, less than half a day's journey away. That night, the master and disciple camped in the wilderness.
I got up early the next day, ate some dry food with spring water and continued on my journey. On the way, I met a servant and started the copy of capturing the pig monster in Gao Village.
Seeing Zhu Ganglieli join the team to obtain scriptures and get a Buddhist name - Bajie, Master Xuandu breathed a sigh of relief, but also couldn't help feeling sad.
"From now on, the child will also call someone else his master."
Wen Zhong couldn't help but complain, "It's fine if he just made up a plot to tease Chang'e and banished her to the mortal realm, but what does that have to do with my Thunder Department? Why was it me who sent him down to the mortal realm again?"
With Little White Dragon in front of him and Zhu Bajie behind him, he didn't even dare to imagine what image he had in Xuanzang's mind.
This was his own disciple's dishonest behavior, so Xuan Du quickly put on a smile and said, "That was just something the kid said casually. Who among you here doesn't know what kind of person you are, nephew?"
Wen Zhong gave a tired smile: "Do you know why I'm so strong? I have so many pots on my back. If I had less strength, I wouldn't be able to walk."
Seeing this, Xuan Du chuckled twice and shut up very tactfully.
——Since you’ve already gotten the advantage, don’t act cute in front of the person involved.
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That night, after Wukong and Bajie helped Xuanzang to sleep, Bajie urged Wukong to make a soundproof barrier to cover Xuanzang, and took out his cell phone and went over to him.
"Brother Monkey, do you play games?"
"Play, of course not?" Wukong said proudly, "You probably don't know that Huaguoshan owns shares in the largest gaming industry in the entire prehistoric world."
Bajie was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "That's not surprising. After all, it's Penglai Island's property. And the Great Celestial Lord loves you so much, so if you want it, there's no way he won't have it."
He felt a little sad, but not much.
Their Shouyang Mountain also has its own industry, which almost monopolizes more than 60% of the entire prehistoric medicine industry. The remaining 40% is accounted for by Penglai, 20%, and the food supplements of Yingzhou Island account for 10%, and individual investors all over the world share 10%.
In addition to elixirs, Shouyang Mountain also holds shares in Kunlun's magic weapon industry.
However, this was not led by their Shouyang Mountain. The great master Xuandu led a few registered disciples and was only responsible for taking orders and getting commissions. Bajie was not very clear about the inside story.
If Wukong is the second generation of rich, then Bajie is the third generation of rich. Neither of them should envy the other.
Bajie felt a little jealous, then he came over again with a smile: "Then Brother Monkey, what are you playing now?"
Wukong also took out his own mobile phone and used his hands to show him the game software on the desktop.
One page, two pages, three pages, four pages, five pages, six pages, a full six pages, all of them are game software, covering almost all the existing games in Honghuang.
This time Bajie was really jealous.
It’s not that he can’t afford these games, but his phone’s running memory can’t handle them.
He snatched Wukong's phone away, peeled off the phone case and examined it carefully: "When did you release this phone? I remember the one I have is the latest model, and it has the largest memory. How come it can't run so many games?"
Wukong's phone had an appearance he had never seen before. Not only did it have a large memory, it also had four rear cameras and three in a row on the front.
Even if you are a layman, you will know how clear the photos taken by this phone are when you see so many cameras.
Wukong looked at him strangely, not understanding why he would ask such a question.
So, he also asked a question, which directly broke Bajie's defense.
"Don't you know you can customize your phone?" He said, waving at his own phone. The phone slipped out of Bajie's grasp and flew back into his palm. "Just like customizing a magic weapon, you have to go to an offline store in Emei or Penglai to place your order yourself."
"Customized?" Bajie was stunned. "Can it be customized?"
Wukong nodded, with a hint of anticipation. "A cell phone is also a type of magical instrument. Many of the orders Uncle Xuandu receives for training instruments are for custom-made cell phones. They just look different from regular phones."
His defenses were broken, Bajie was really broken: "Master, you are really keeping this a secret!"
The Xuandu Master in the Lingxiao Palace cursed, "You're a spendthrift! Phone manufacturers only release a new model every ten years, yet you're so eager to upgrade every year. This was custom-made for you, do you understand?"
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