"Bajie, stop!" Sun Wukong, who shouted, hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Zhu Bajie away, stared at the old man and said, "Hmph! What land are you? You dare to deceive me, Lao Sun! Let's take my blow!"

Seeing this, the old man's face changed, turned his body and turned into a gust of cold wind. With a whirlwind, he rushed Tang Seng away, floating and wondering where he went.

"Master!" Sun Wukong, who exclaimed, hurriedly looked around.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng were also surprised and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Brother Monkey! Thorns are everywhere here, and it is not easy to tell the direction. How can I find a master?" Zhu Bajie said anxiously.

Sun Wukong glared at Zhu Bajie angrily, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "If you don't find it, you have to find it even if you don't find it!"

But the old man and the ghost messenger took Tang Monk to a stone house covered with smoke and clouds, put it down gently, and joined hands with him and said, "Don't be afraid of the holy monk, we are not evil people, but the Eighteen Lords of Thorn Ridge. Because of the clear wind and clear moon, I would like to invite you to come to meet friends and talk about poetry and enjoy your feelings."

Seeing that he was so polite and had a kind face, he was not like a villain, he felt relieved and opened his eyes and watched carefully. It was really:

The mist and clouds are gone, and the fairyland is clear and clean, so it is suitable for planting bamboo and flowers.

Whenever I see a crane coming from Cuiyan, I hear the roar of frogs in the green swamp. I will be more like the Dan stove on the rooftop, and I still look forward to the bright clouds of Huayue.

It is said that it is very plowing the clouds and fishing for the moon. It is a pity to be secluded here. I have been sitting for a long time like the sea, and the hazy moon is on the window screen.

Tang Monk was curious, but he didn't realize that the moon was bright and the stars were bright. He could only hear people talking and said, "The Eighteenth Duke invites the Holy Monk to come."

Tang Monk looked up and saw three old men: the first one was frosty, the second one was green in the hair, and the third one was humble and dark. Each of them had different appearances and clothes, so they all came to ceremonies with Tang Monk.

Tang Monk returned the courtesy and said, "What kind of virtue do you have in your disciples? How dare you help me love you all?"

The Eighteenth Duke smiled and said, "I have always heard that the holy monk has a Taoist Taoist, and I have been waiting for a long time. I am lucky to meet him now. If I don't stingy with pearls and jade, I will see the true Zen school."

Tang Monk bowed and asked, "Dare you ask about the title of the Immortal Man?"

The Eighteen Duke smiled and said, "The person with frost posture is called Gu Zhi Gong, the person with green hair is called Lingkongzi, the person with humble mind is called Fuyunsou, and the old man is called Jinjie."

Tang Monk asked curiously again: "How long does the four-vendor's life last?"

Alone and fair:

My year has passed through thousands of years, and the leaves are lush and spring in all seasons. The fragrant branches are lush and the dragon and snake-like, and the broken shadows are heavy and the frost and snowy body is heavy.

Since childhood, he has been strong and capable of aging, and since now he has been upright and likes to practice the truth. He has lived in extraordinary people and is far away from the world.

Lingkongzi smiled and said:

I have been proud of the wind and frost for thousands of years, and the high-stem spiritual branches are strong. The sound of the night is as quiet as raindrops, and the shadow of the autumn shade is as bright as clouds.

The root of the root has obtained the secret of immortality, so it is better to be immortal. Keeping the crane into a dragon is not a commoner, and the vastness is so cool that it is close to the immortal land.

Fu Yunshou smiled and said:

The cold and the years are wasted, and the old scenery is clearer and quieter. It is not mixed with the world and the world is cold and cold, and it is full of frost and snow.

The seven sages talk together as couples, and the six sings are for friends. The jade is a slap in gold, and the natural nature is like a fairy trip.

The Eighteen Lord of Jinjie smiled and said:

I have been around for more than a thousand years, and I am so virtuous and elegant that I am so pitiful to the power of rain and dew, and I have borrowed the opportunity of the universe to create a world of fortune.

The wind and smoke in the valleys are the only one that is strong, and the four seasons are falling to make me miserable. Zhang Cuiying keeps the celestial guest, and plays the game and plays the piano and preaches the sermon.

The Tang monk thanked him: "The four immortals all enjoy a long life, but the heroes have been more than a thousand years old. They have achieved enlightenment in their youth, and have a rich and elegant life. Can they not be the four old men of the Han Dynasty?"

The four old men all laughed and said, "The Holy Monk is awarded a lot! We are not the Four Elders, but the Four Jews in the deep mountains. How old are you in the Holy Monk?"

Tang Monk folded his hands and bowed and replied:

He had a mother's fetus forty years ago and had been rich and prosperous for more than ten years. Life and death in the world are hard to understand, but fortunately, he met the true Buddha of Jinshan.

I have no slackness to cultivate my nature and read the scriptures. I sincerely worship Buddha and dare to resist me. Now the emperor sent me to the west and meet an immortal man on the way to love me.

When the four elders heard this, they couldn't help but say, "The holy monk is a great Buddha, different from us. I wonder if I can give me some guidance on Zen and Buddhism, which will also open our eyes."
Chapter completed!