"Bajie! Do you come first, or should I come first?"

Scandaling Zhu Bajie on the edge of his eyes, Sun Wukong said.

After glanced at the sky, Zhu Bajie continued, "I guess there are two more hours left to get off work. I will drive for one hour, and you will drive for one hour."

"good!"

Sun Wukong nodded in agreement.

Zhu Bajie, who stepped forward, twisted a trick, recited a spell, bowed his waist, and shouted "long", and instantly became twenty feet high.

The nine-toothed rake in his hand shook, and it also turned into a length of thirty feet.

Zhu Bajie, who used his hands to rake, hugged the thorns left and right, and at the same time said, "Master, just follow me."

Tang Monk, who nodded, turned over and stepped in slowly.

But as soon as he stepped into Thorn Ridge, Tang Monk frowned and did not hear the prompts of disaster.

After thinking about it, I already understood in my heart that I might have to meet the fairy who captured him.

The Thorn Ridge has arrived, and Tang Seng is not in a hurry at this moment.

Zhu Bajie opened the way ahead, Sun Wukong followed with a golden cudgel, and monk Sha carried the load and walked at the end.

After walking for two hours, it was time to get off work, and Tang Seng did not meet the fairy.

"I'll stay here tonight."

After scanning his eyes, Tang Seng spoke.

Naturally, Sun Wukong and others had no objection. They should practice what they should practice and what they should rest.

On the second day, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie took turns to open the way.

The group of four people walked nearly a hundred miles, but still encountered nothing.

"Strange, there must be a few fairies in such a strange place, but there was no movement at all."

Looking at the thorns ahead that were still endless, Sun Wukong murmured softly.

"Senior Brother, there is no place to settle down, how could there be any fairies?"

Zhu Bajie, who put away his Dharma body after get off work, waved his hand and said.

There were thorns everywhere, and I didn't even see a place that was empty. I thought it was impossible for any fairy to be there.

Tang Seng naturally heard the conversation between the two, but didn't say anything.

On the third day, the four masters and apprentices set off on the road and finally discovered it. They saw a stone tablet in the thorns.

There are three big characters "Thorn Ridge" on it, and there are two lines and fourteen small characters below.

"The thorns climb 800 miles, and there have been few roads since ancient times! Why are they all 800 miles?"

Looking at the words on the stone tablet, Zhu Bajie muttered.

When Zhu Bajie reminded him, Sun Wukong and the others were also surprised.

Many places I encountered along the way seemed to be 800 miles away.

Eight hundred miles to the Tianhe River, eight hundred miles to the Flame Mountain, eight hundred miles to the Liusha River, eight hundred miles to the Huangfeng Ridge, and now it is eight hundred miles to the Thorn Ridge.

"I think it was the Bodhisattva who arranged it properly again."

Sun Wukong, who had a sudden thought in his mind, curled his lips and said.

Eight hundred miles away, there is the meaning of the other side in Buddhism.

Even fairies can arrange them, and it doesn’t seem difficult to lay out these environments.

When Zhu Bajie heard Sun Wukong's words, he was immediately dissatisfied.

"I don't know what Guanyin Bodhisattva and Tathagata Buddha thought, and they made some boring things, which would make me tired."

When Tang Seng, who was riding on the horse, heard this, he couldn't help but whisper: "Bajie! Stop whispering, hurry up and open the way."

"Okay!"

Zhu Bajie responded and swung the nine-toothed rake in his hand.

While the few people were walking, suddenly the wind blew the bamboo and the sound of pine trees came from the front.

Zhu Bajie, who was opening the road, said loudly: "Master, there is an ancient temple in front of you. Let's have a rest there, right?"

When Tang Seng, who was riding on the horse and closed his eyes to rest, heard this, he hurriedly looked forward.

A few miles away, there is a clearing area, and an ancient temple is in the middle.

There are no thorns outside the temple gate, but there are pines and cypresses and peaches and plums.

Tang Seng understood that the expected fairy was finally here.

"good!"

Faced with Zhu Bajie's request, Tang Seng naturally agreed.

Hearing this, Zhu Bajie quickly accelerated and approached the temple within a moment.

When Sun Wukong approached and saw a strange color flashing in his eyes, he had already discovered that something was different.

However, after seeing Tang Monk's expression, he didn't say anything.

‘Ding! It is difficult to enter the disaster of seeking scriptures, and it is required to stay for at least two days.’

Tang Monk, who listened to the sound in his mind, turned over and dismounted with excitement.

In Journey to the West, this Xingxian is also a famous female fairy. The key is that she is tender and as sweet as water. Unfortunately, she was killed by Zhu Bajie.

Tang Seng was naturally happy that he could meet beautiful female fairies and receive super generous rewards.

It was only two days, which was expected by Tang Seng. After all, these fairies were not ordinary weak.

As soon as the few people walked to the temple gate, a gust of cold wind blew up, and an old man turned out behind the temple gate.

Wearing a horn scarf, wearing a light suit, holding a cane, and styling shoes. Behind him is a green face, fangs, red beard and naked man, and a plate of cakes on his head.

The old man who walked out came forward and knelt down and said, "Great Sage, the little god is the land of Jingthorn Ridge. Knowing that the Great Sage is here, there is no way to receive it. He specially prepared a plate of steamed cakes and served them with his teacher and each of them. There is no one here, so he can eat some to satisfy his hunger."

Sun Wukong frowned, and saw that Tang Seng didn't make any sound, then stepped forward. He wanted to see what the fairy wanted to do.

"Senior Brother, be careful, this guy is not a land, where did the fairy come from? How dare you deceive your grandpa pig?"

Unexpectedly, before Sun Wukong walked forward, he was stopped by Zhu Bajie beside him.

As he spoke, Zhu Bajie walked down head by the nine-toothed rake in his hand.

"When did this idiot look so good?"

Looking at Zhu Bajie who was acting like the wind, Sun Wukong looked surprised.

According to past experience, this guy must be the first to run up to get something to eat, and now he actually knows to see the fairy.

When the old man saw Zhu Bajie coming, he turned his body and turned into a gust of cold wind, and swept Tang Monk away with a scream.

It is floating and unaware of where to go.

"Oh no, the master was captured by the goblin."

When the monk Sha who was following behind him carrying a load, he couldn't help but shout.

But Sun Wukong didn't care, this was the normal operation in front of him.

"Senior Brother, why don't you watch the master?"

Zhu Bajie turned his head to speak at Sun Wukong.

"I will definitely be the fairy from the sky and the Lingshan Mountain again. I will just go and search for the master later."

Sun Wukong, who had a plain face, responded softly.

When Monk Sha and the others heard this, they were also stunned and said nothing at the same time.

As a tool man, Tang Seng was taken by the old man to a stone house in a while.

The old man gently put down Tang Monk and said respectfully, "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 to talk about poetry and enjoy your feelings."

Looking at the little old man in front of him, Tang Seng really didn't know what he felt.

Because of his art, he wanted to invite Tang Monk to dance and write poems, and then he was beaten to death for no reason.

These guys should be regarded as the most civilized fairies on the way to obtain the scriptures.

Unfortunately, without background, it is difficult to escape death.

After scanning the beautiful scenery around him, Tang Seng said, "I am afraid that my disciples will be angry when the donor acts like this."

The old man who heard this was stunned and then smiled and said, "The Holy Monk, don't worry, I will send you back after talking about poetry and making friends."
Chapter completed!