Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

"Master, what do you mean by sending them all to work on sewing machines?"

“Reform through labor.”

"Is it fun to operate a sewing machine?"

"It's fun. You can even play soap picking inside."

"What's so fun about picking up soap..."

"You'll know once you go there."

Tang Shan smiled happily, and it seemed like she was having a lot of fun.

Bajie started to wonder in his heart, if it was really fun, why didn't he go by himself?

Another six or seven days passed while the master and disciple chatted and laughed.

The scenery along the way was beautiful. There were many practitioners chanting scriptures on the road. Every household warmly offered food to the monks, and Bajie ate very happily.

The breeze blew across Tang Shan's cheeks, and her nose smelled the faint fragrance of flowers. From time to time, birds chirped in her ears, as noisy as Bajie.

The master and his disciples have been in an unusually good mood these days, and it's rare that Wukong hasn't pulled Bajie's ears for several days.

I don’t know if it was because I saw the towering and majestic Lingshan Mountain getting closer and closer, but Tang Shan couldn’t help feeling a little sad despite her excitement.

After obtaining the scriptures, it is time to say goodbye to the disciples.

Tang Shan, who was already as steady as a rock on horseback, put away her smile and couldn't help but look down at Wukong who was leading the horse in front of her.

The leopard skin jumpsuit he was wearing was made a long time ago, before Bajie came.

Nowadays, even the best leather is stained with traces of time, and the cracks and holes on it are like growth rings recording the experiences of the master and apprentice over the years.

At that time, Kong Kong and I had just started to get along. He always liked to curse while doing work and didn't like wearing Taoist robes, so I just got him a leather jacket.

His personality is much more stable now, and he has the responsibility and style of a senior brother.

Thinking of the memories along the way through the book, Tang Shan's eyes suddenly became moist.

She quickly raised her hand and quietly wiped it off, fearing that her apprentice would see it and ruin her carefree and carefree image.

He glanced sideways at Bajie and Sha Seng. Although more than ten years of time in the human world was nothing to them, compared to when they first started to obtain the scriptures, there was more determination and calmness in their eyes, and less hostility and impatience.

Tang Shan gently stroked the little white thing under her body. It was warm and smooth, and the feeling was as good as ever.

She looked up and stared directly at the sun. This was the first time she looked at the sun in the world of Journey to the West so carefully.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, making my eyes and nose feel sore.

There is a Yuzhen Temple at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, and the abbot, Jinding Daxian, personally greets you by the mountain road.

"I've been waiting so long, and finally you're here."

"The Bodhisattva said it would take two or three years, but who knew it would take more than ten years to get there? I've become a monk-waiting stone, hahahaha."

He greeted the master and disciple in a very familiar manner. Tang Shan dismounted and bowed, "Thank you for your hard work, Immortal."

Wukong grinned and said, "If it weren't for some stupid rule that forbids me from flying with Master on my back, we would have arrived in two or three years."

Bajie: "That's right, it's a long way from the Tang Dynasty. Even if we fly, it will take some time, not to mention Master's two legs."

Drifting Monk: "It's good that we've arrived, it's good that we've arrived."

The Immortal at the Golden Summit led the master and his disciples to the path leading to Lingshan Mountain. The top of the mountain was filled with auspicious light of five colors and a thousand layers of auspicious mist.

"If you keep following the road, you will reach the Buddha's holy land, Leiyin Temple, on Lingjiu Peak."

The master and his disciples thanked the Immortal of the Golden Summit and climbed up the Lingshan Mountain with high morale.

As a result, they had not walked for long when they encountered a river about six or seven miles long blocking their way, with the water flowing fiercely and rapidly.

"Good boy, the Immortal wouldn't have pointed me in the wrong direction, would he?"

Bajie looked around and saw that there seemed to be a bridge above the river.

Wukong pointed in a direction, "Master, let's go over there and take a look."

The bridge is a bridge, but it is a single-plank bridge, a very thin piece of white wood, polished smooth, with a stone tablet on the ground engraved with Lingyun Ferry.

The master and the disciple remained silent, just staring at the bridge and the rapids below.

Bajie lowered his head and measured the size of his feet with his eyes.

Damn it, this piece of wood is not even as wide as his feet.