The old monk sat cross-legged under the tree, covered in weather, but his face was extremely peaceful.
From time to time, the low roars of wild beasts can be heard all around, echoing in the empty forest, making it very permeable.
But the old monk never raised his eyelids.
"Is this monk going to die?" A voice emerged from the ground.
This sound that came out of nowhere startled the old monk. He quickly moved aside with agility that was very inconsistent with his old body, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
Following a burst of cocoons on the ground, a disgraced man emerged from the soil.
Judging from his height, he shouldn't be the legendary land lord.
The old monk clasped his hands together and asked in a low voice: "Is the donor a human or a ghost?"
"Of course it's human!"
While patting the dirt on his body, the man looked at the old monk and slowly frowned.
"Monk, do you have money?"
The old monk told the truth: "The poor monk is a monk and does not carry those common things with him."
The man sighed: "Unfortunately, I finally managed to open a shop, but I met a poor monk."
The old monk heard it, and there was a high probability that this person was the legendary mountain bandit.
What would happen if the bandits couldn't steal the money?
Kidnapping? Silencing?
The old monk complained that he had just come out of the tiger's den and fell into the wolf's den again.
The desire to survive drove the old monk to make his final struggle.
"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. As the saying goes, the sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."
The man smiled for some reason, and it was very painful.
"I also want to go back, but unfortunately I can't. Put down the butcher knife. Where did I get the knife?"
The old monk observed that there was no murderous intention in this man. He also saw that although this man had unkempt hair and a disheveled face, he had regular features and was fairly well-educated. His worries were half relieved.
"The poor monk Xuanzang came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty..."
"Stop it!"
The man failed to manage his expression in an instant and couldn't laugh or cry.
"Are you Xuanzang?"
The old monk was slightly startled: "Exactly."
The man looked up to the sky and yelled, whether he was crying or laughing, and ran wildly along the mountain road.
"Oh my god, it's finally here, woo woo woo..."
This man's name is Chen San, and he is a time traveler.
When he first came to this world, the system told him that this was the world of Journey to the West, and Chen San was excited for a long time.
It can be said that this story is extremely familiar, and it has been known for five hundred years before and five hundred years after.
But as time passed, Chen San realized that something seemed not quite right.
Following the system's instructions, Chen San waited to meet Tang Seng at Liangjie Mountain to activate the main mission. However, after waiting for decades, the nearby land and mountain gods had already rotated twice.
But he didn't even see Tang Seng's shadow.
The reason why Chen San can still maintain the same appearance as when he first traveled through time is because he relied on the check-in value he saved through hard work and frugality, and exchanged a few low-quality pills.
[Ding! The host signed in successfully, the sign-in location is: Two Realms Mountain, and the sign-in reward is: Earth Escape Technique. 】
[Sign-in value 10]
[Ding! The host signed in successfully. If you sign in again, no rewards will be issued this time. 】
[Ding! The host signed in successfully. If you sign in again, no rewards will be issued this time. 】
...
Chen San just kept getting stuck.
Since the 13th year of Zhenguan, we have settled in Liangjie Mountain, and then a few days ago I heard a person on the road say that it is now the first year of civilization outside.
The emperor has changed so much...
Thinking of this, Chen San suddenly became excited.
This unscientific!
How did Tang Monk reach Liangjie Mountain at such an age?
Although I am a scumbag, I still vaguely know that there was at least forty or fifty years between the first year of civilization and the thirteenth year of Zhenguan.
The old monk's age is reasonable.
But I still feel like something is wrong.
Chen San calmed down and returned to the place where he met the old monk, wanting to confirm his identity.
The old monk had not yet left. When he saw Chen San returning, his expression suddenly became stern.
"The donor has gone back on his word? Is he going to kill the poor monk?"
Chen San stared at the old monk, observing every detail of his expression: "Where is your white horse?"
The old monk was startled: "What white horse? The poor monk is a monk and practices asceticism. What do you want a horse for?"
Chen San snorted coldly, with murderous intent evident in his eyes.
You old liar!
You don't even know the white horse, how dare you pretend to be Tang Monk?
Chen San's decades of accumulated repression gathered in his fists, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the old monk with his fists.
The old monk collapsed on the ground and closed his eyes in fear.
Chen San's fist also stopped in mid-air.
[Ding! The host and Xuanzang have successfully reunited, the main mission has started, and the reward has been unlocked: a rare two-person car, with a check-in value of 10.]
[Main mission: Escort Xuanzang on his westward journey.]
Really...really Tang Monk?
The system has confirmed it, so it must be true!
As for the doubtful points, I am not in a hurry to explore them for a while.
Tsk tsk!
Chen San looked at Xuanzang again at this time, and suddenly felt more pleasing to the eye.
He is a bit older, but if he dresses up well, he should still have a future. He can vaguely appreciate a bit of his youthful handsomeness from the sad stubble.
Chen San quickly hid his fist behind his back and looked at the old monk with a smile on his face: "Master, the mountainous terrain is slippery, so be careful to avoid falling."
Xuanzang was stunned by Chen San's sudden concern. He got up with difficulty and patted his butt: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Chen San has been nesting in this mountain for decades, and he has already had enough, so he can't wait to ask about the business: "When will the master plan to leave for the west?"
Xuanzang frowned slightly: "If you go west, the poor monk wants to go east!"
Going east?
Could it be that I was not careful and missed Tang Monk when he returned home in rich clothes?
"So, the master has obtained the Mahayana Sutra?"
Xuanzang was stunned: "Mahayana Sutra? This poor monk has only studied Hinayana Buddhism and has never heard of the name Mahayana Sutra."
Chen San was stunned for a few seconds longer than Xuanzang.
Could the system have made a mistake?
How come this Tang Monk doesn’t know anything about everything?
Or is it that he deliberately concealed it to protect himself?
Chen San asked: "Didn't the King of Tang order you to go west to Tianzhu to seek Mahayana Buddhism?"
Xuanzang laughed directly.
"Donor, the poor monk is just an ordinary monk. How can he be favored by the king to take on such a big responsibility? The benefactor is joking."
Chen San was still unwilling: "You really don't know?"
Xuanzang said with a sincere face: "If the poor monk really accepted the order of the King of Tang, how could he be in such a miserable state and be imprisoned in a prison in a foreign country for thirty years?"
Chen San languished again.
What is going on in this world!
Tang Monk didn't learn the scriptures, but instead spent thirty years in prison?
How can I continue my main mission?
Chen San saw a glimmer of hope, but it was fleeting. The first thought he had in desperation was to use a green onion as garlic.
It doesn’t matter whether you know it or not, as long as you are Tang Monk.
As long as you finish the main plot with me...
"Master, would you like to go with me to Tianzhu to retrieve the Mahayana Sutra?"
Xuanzang waved his hands repeatedly: "Tianzhu is thousands of miles away from here. The journey takes at least ten years. The poor monk is more than seventy years old and is already in his twilight years..."
Before they finished speaking, a rotten branch fell down above the two of them, hitting Xuanzang directly on top of the head.
Chen San removed his hands covering his eyes and saw two more bowls of tofu puffs on the ground.
Tang Monk...was crushed to death? This chapter has been completed!