At the end of the firmament, deep in the clouds, the outline of the mountains could be vaguely seen. Clusters of snow-capped peaks protruded from the clouds. The ice and snow shone brightly under the sun. The glaciers at the top of the mountain melted, forming lakes of various sizes on the vast plains. Water vapor filled the air, nourishing the lush water plants. It was like a pure and peaceful paradise far away from the secular world.
At this moment, three riders with dust all over their bodies charged into this auspicious painting. The three riders were a man and two women. What was surprising was that they were not riding on galloping horses, but three ferocious wolves with sharp claws and fangs.
"What a beautiful place. We're finally at Kunlun Mountains." The voluptuous woman's eyes lit up as she praised.
"Tsk, after three days in the Gobi Desert and eating a mouthful of sand, we're finally at a place where people stay." The man spat and said angrily. His saliva was indeed murky.
"Serves you right. You despise the food I made for you and refuse to eat. You're destined to eat sand!" The other slender woman was also dusty, but she still mocked the man mercilessly.
"Ji Yaoyue, how dare you call the stuff you made food? Compared to the stuff you made, at least the sand can be swallowed! "The man retorted.
The three people on this trip were Ying Feiyang, Ji Yaoyue, and Chu Song. After Young Master Peacock helped them deal with Leopard Head and the rest of the Demon Wolf Cavalry, Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue were entrusted by Young Master Ling to fetch Chu Song and protect her as they continued their journey to Kunlun Mountains.
The wolves they were riding were so frightened by Young Master Ling that they lost control of their bowels and lost their courage. Now, they were even more obedient than puppies. With Chu Song using a special medicine to wash away the stench, they no longer had to worry about the other Demon Wolf Cavalry following the scent.
They had entered the Western Region from the land of Shu. Although there were no dangers along the way, it was quite difficult, especially when they passed through a desert three days ago. The sun was scorching, and they even encountered a sandstorm. It was very tiring. Now that they finally saw green, they were in a good mood. When Ji Yaoyue and Ying Feiyang bickered, their voices became more high-spirited.
"Sister Yaoyue, let's rest for a while. There's a snow lake ahead. I want to wash up," Chu Song whispered to Ji Yaoyue. Ji Yaoyue wanted to befriend Chu Song. The two of them were as close as sisters. However, the naive Chu Song was no match for the little flower demon. In the end, even though Chu Song was older, she was the one who called Ji Yaoyue older sister.
All women loved cleanliness, especially after traveling through the sandstorm for three days. Ji Yaoyue was tempted. However, considering that they were only two days away from Kunlun Mountain and that they were in a dangerous place, they should not be so careless.
As Ji Yaoyue hesitated, she heard Ying Feiyang say, "Wash up if you want. I'm hungry too. Start a fire and cook some porridge."
"What does that have to do with you? You eavesdrop on us sisters. Aren't you ashamed? "Ji Yaoyue glared at him and said angrily. Chu Song couldn't help but blush.
"We are all cultivators, and there's no noise around. No matter how much you lower your voices, it will still go into my ears. How can you blame me for eavesdropping? Do you want me to cut off my ears? "Ying Feiyang replied angrily.
Ji Yaoyue said, "It'll be better if your eyes are blinded. If you eavesdrop now, who knows if you'll peek later?"
Chu Song chuckled. "Sister Yaoyue, don't worry. If he dares to peek, I'll let Xiao Hui bite him!" Xiao Hui was the name he gave to the wolf.
Ji Yaoyue was moved by Chu Song and finally agreed. The two demons chatted and laughed as they walked to a snow lake hand in hand. However, they used a spell to open a light screen and blocked everything. They could only hear laughter, but not a hint of spring.
"They really think they're here for a walk in spring …" Ying Feiyang mumbled as he hid at the side. To him, Chu Song was inexperienced and did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Ji Yaoyue also seemed to be more relaxed recently.
However, this was also good. In the past, when he first met Ji Yaoyue, she was in a critical situation because of her sister's life and death. The heavy pressure made her tense, and she was like a hedgehog that kept people at arm's length. Now that the deceased was gone and there was a direction to solve Sky Incense Valley's problem, she could finally relax and her cold outer shell cracked. Although she and Ying Feiyang often bickered, the intimacy between their words could not be hidden.
The two girls were caught off guard, so naturally, it was Ying Feiyang's turn to be on full alert. He placed the pot on the fire and sat down cross-legged. Taking advantage of this free time, he breathed in and out and cultivated his inner Qi. His sword was placed on his thighs, ready for any sign of trouble.
After a while, the porridge was cooked and the aroma of rice wafted over. Ying Feiyang's stomach growled after eating sand for a few days. Suddenly, there was a commotion. Ying Feiyang suddenly held his sword and stood up. He felt chaotic footsteps from his side. There were many people approaching, but the footsteps were light and unstable. It did not seem like they had any cultivation. He looked over and saw a large group of herdsmen chasing after one person.
There were old and young people, women and children among the herdsmen, but there were few young men. The person being chased was very agile and ran over. For some reason, there was a cattail hassock on his head, so Ying Feiyang could not see his face clearly. However, in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him.
Ying Feiyang gathered his Qi in his eyes, but when he saw that neither the pursuer nor the one being chased seemed to have any cultivation, he simply held his sword and did not move. However, the three wolves were startled and bared their teeth at the pursuer, barking at him.
"Wolves!" The herdsmen were startled. Some reined in their horses and some stopped. No one dared to move forward. The one who was being chased took the opportunity to hide behind the wolf. Seeing that the herdsmen had stopped chasing, he gasped and said, "Hey … Hey … All the benefactors here admire Buddhism and want to listen to Buddha's teachings. Buddha, I … am very gratified! But it's time to part. I can't force it. Hey … it's useless for you to chase me! "
An old herdsmen scolded, "How dare you, a swindling monk, say that? Our tribe has always respected Buddha. When we saw you passing by, we thought you were a virtuous monk who came to invite you to Buddhism. Who knew that you, a monk, were so weak that you grabbed our tribe's holy cattail hassock and ran away! "
Ying Feiyang looked sideways and saw that the person being chased was wearing a dirty robe. He could barely tell that it was a monk's robe, but his chest was bare and his waist was tied with a straw rope. He was dressed sloppily. He was about middle-aged, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although there was a layer of dust on his head, he had no hair. He was actually a monk. On his head was a yellow cattail hassock, which should be the holy object that the herdsmen were talking about.
"Where did this holy cattail hassock come from? Why didn't I see it? "The monk widened his eyes and said in confusion.
"You monk, stop pretending. Isn't that what you have on your head? That's the cattail hassock that Master Xuanzang sat on when he passed by our tribe on his journey to the west for three days. It's our tribe's holy object! "The herdsmen said angrily.
The monk suddenly realized and said, "What are you talking about? It's just a cattail hassock. How can it be considered a holy object? You don't understand the scriptures that Xuanzang was talking about, but you put the fart smell of the cattail hassock that he was sitting on up high. You worship it day and night, offering sacrifices and offerings. You really can't tell the difference between a head and a butt! If Xuanzang saw me take away the cattail hassock and break your mystic barrier, he would clap his hands in joy even if he died! "
The herdsmen trembled in anger. "How dare you … blaspheme the holy object of a holy monk. Aren't you afraid of being sent to hell for having your tongue pulled out?" The herdsmen said angrily.
The monk's eyes widened, "Huh? The cattail hassock that Xuanzang was sitting on was placed on my head. Is this considered blasphemy? Amitabha, doesn't this mean that my head is inferior to Xuanzang's butt? How preposterous! What kind of Amitabha is this! "
Ying Feiyang was originally quite interested in the holy object that the herdsmen were talking about. She thought it was some rare magical weapon, but after hearing the monk's words, she felt it was funny. At this moment, she let go of her guard and said to the monk, "What a wild monk. You're quite daring. How should I address you?"
The monk grinned and said, "Anything is fine. If you're happy, you'll call me Holy Monk or Great Master. If you're not happy, you'll call me Stinky Monk or Bald Donkey. I'm still Buddha. I won't change my identity just because you call me Buddha."
Ying Feiyang saw that although his words were vulgar, there was a hidden meaning in every sentence. She was also surprised, "Then I'll call you Big Monk. Big Monk, this has nothing to do with me. I'm going to withdraw my wolf. You can continue to run after you've rested enough!"
"No, no, I can't run anymore. I'm not going anywhere today. I'll just stay here!" As he said this, he put down the cattail hassock and sat on it.
When the herdsmen saw that Ying Feiyang withdrew his wolf, they boldly went forward and pulled him, "You monk, get up!"
However, the monk seemed to be acting shamelessly and refused to get up. The herdsmen actually could not push him. A few herdsmen then looked at each other and pushed the monk's body, but the monk still did not move.
"Ying Feiyang, what's wrong with you?" A fragrant wind blew. It was Ji Yaoyue and Chu Song who heard the noise stopped bathing and walked out of the snow lake.
The two women came out of the bath. Their black and smooth hair was still wet and stuck to the lapels of their clothes. They looked like lotus flowers coming out of the water. Their already beautiful faces were now even more stunning.
The herdsmen who were exposed to the wind and sun all day had never seen such beauties. Men and women, old and young, all stared at them, thinking that they were the Snow Mountain Goddesses. The monk also said, "What two beautiful girls. Very, very beautiful!"
Ordinary women loved to be praised for their beauty, but Ji Yaoyue was an exception. With the supernatural power of Heavenly Beauty, she easily attracted lascivious men. Therefore, she was very disgusted with men who praised her beauty. It seemed that Ying Feiyang was the only exception. At this moment, her expression darkened and she said coldly, "Hmph, flowery monk, beauty is but a white bone. You have fallen for it, you have to continue cultivating!"
"A monk does not lie. Good and evil, beauty and ugliness are all in our eyes. Beauty on the surface is also beauty. What do you mean by beauty is but a white bone? You just want to break through your obsession, but you don't know that you are stuck in it!"
Ji Yaoyue did not know much about Buddhism, so she could not refute it at the moment. However, when she thought about the monk's words, she became thoughtful. During this time, the queue to push the monk had formed into a long line. The herdsmen put their hands on the shoulders and formed a long line. Each of them gritted their teeth and exerted all their strength. Everyone's head and face were red, but the monk still did not move. Instead, he laughed and said, "Use more strength and I will not get up anymore. If you can push me today, you can move Mount Kunlun tomorrow!"
Ying Feiyang frowned. In his opinion, the monk did not have any cultivation experience. However, at this moment, he used the Almighty Sky Dragon Superhuman Power of Buddhism. This' Mighty Heavenly Dragon Celestial Power 'was a widely circulated technique in Buddhism. The effect of this technique was simple and clear. The higher one's cultivation, the greater their strength. The threshold was extremely low, but there was no end to cultivating it. The tricks of the pugilistic world might be used, the divine monks of Buddhism might also be able to use it, but in comparison, the difference was like the clouds and mud.
The monk did not move at all under the push of dozens of old and weak herdsmen. It was not a profound state. Ying Feiyang looked at the monk suspiciously for a while, but he still could not figure out what state the monk was in. He was eager to try it himself.
However, one of the herdsmen slipped and fell to the ground because he used too much force. As a result, the others also fell forward and fell down like rolling gourds.
The monk laughed and said, "Like I said, if you can push me, you can move Mount Kunlun! Now you're convinced! Let's see who can make me get up today! "
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced. Holy monk, we are blind and have blasphemed the holy monk. Please don't blame us, please don't blame us! Let's kowtow to you! "
One of the herdsmen knelt down, and the other herdsmen followed suit. Even the ignorant children were forced to kneel down. Their faces were a mixture of fear, fear, piety, worship, and many other expressions, and they kept kowtowing to the monk.
"Amitabha! I don't want you to worship a broken futon, but you've changed to worship me? "The proud smile on the monk's face disappeared, and his big hands rubbed a few circles on his bald head in distress.
The monk could not sit still after being worshiped. He stood up and wanted to escape, but he suddenly became alert and sat down firmly. He said, "No, I almost fell into your trap. I said I won't get up, but you can't push me, so you want to trick me to get up. This is troublesome. When I get up, you worship the futon, and when I don't get up, you worship me. What should I do? "
Ying Feiyang and the other two found the monk interesting. After listening to Ying Feiyang's explanation, Ji Yaoyue could not help but smile. She felt that the monk was extraordinary, and she also wanted to test him, so she said, "Big monk, what's so difficult about this? I can make you get up, and they don't have to worship Master Xuan Zang's futon. "
"Pretty girl, you have a lot of ideas. Tell me, what should I do?" the monk asked quickly.
Ji Yaoyue revealed a teasing smile and said, "Isn't it simple?"
But Ji Yaoyue waved her hand, and a firestarter flew out. Bright sparks flew on the futon, and in an instant, thick smoke rose. The futon left by Master Xuan Zang was set ablaze, and even the monk's clothes were burned.
The monk hurriedly slapped the flames in a panic. However, he heard Ji Yaoyu say, "Isn't it done now? Not only have I forced you to stand up, but I've also made them unable to worship!"
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