Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 278. Chapter 280.

Another day later, at dawn, there was a roar of pain from a three-connected hut at the foot of the mountain.

When Rishan was three poles, two people, one big and one small, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, led a yellow ox full of bacon and mountain goods, walking on the mountain road with a sad expression. The youngest was the one who said he had won Chu Feng that day. The shepherd boy with the purple-gold gourd and the plantain fan has a big dark face, rough hands, bigger than average people, tight muscles, and a calm and powerful walk.

These two people's clothes are undoubtedly the elders of the family.

After walking for a while, when he saw the Taoist temple on the mountain, the shepherd boy accidentally slipped and fell to the ground, and his palm was cut by a small sharp stone on the ground, and blood flowed for a while.

The man who was traveling with him quickly helped the shepherd boy up.

"Da Lang, why are you so careless!"

"It doesn't matter, baby, just now I was thinking about Ah Weng, so I lost my mind for a while."

The shepherd boy shook his head, looking sad.

The man let out a long sigh, tore off a piece of sackcloth from his clothes, and wrapped it for his son.

At this time, the backyard of the Taoist temple was silent. Under an ancient tree, Chu Feng in a yellow Taoist robe was looking at the seven gourds with his hands behind his back, looking thoughtful.

There was a rustling sound, and the slender and slender Hu Erniang came, her voice slightly lowered.

"Monastery Master, Liu Laoshi has died at the foot of the mountain. His son Liu Boqin and his grandson Liu Xi have come up the mountain. They must be asking for your help."

"Understood, when they arrive, they will say that I have gone out to visit friends, and I will not be back until tomorrow."

Chu Feng didn't look back, his tone was calm.

"Yes"

Tiger Erniang relaxed for a moment, turned around and left.

Chu Feng glanced sideways at the sunshine in the sky, his expression was not right, this Liu Laoshi, he had seen it a few days ago, he is as his name suggests, very honest, warm to others, he can be called a kind person, such a person should have saved him forever save.

But through innate calculations, Chu Feng found that Liu Laoshi had been a good man for nine generations, and in this life he would serve as a Yin god in the underworld. After more than 900 years, he would be a prince in the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, which means returning to the Ming Dynasty. When the prince, it seems that the surname is Zheng, and when the prosperity is exhausted, he will be crowned in the fairy world.

"Honest Liu, have a good journey."

Chu Feng whispered something.

……

On the steps at the entrance of the Taoist temple, Liu Boqin and Liu Xi knelt next to each other, looking sad.

"Unfortunately, my father passed away. I begged the Taoist priest to help me to save my father, so that my father can reincarnate safely."

"Pray for long-term salvation, let Ah Weng reincarnate safely"

With a creak, the door of the Taoist temple opened, and Erniang Hu, who was dressed in a Taoist robe and wrapped in a slender body, came out.

"The Lord is going out to visit friends, and he will return tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will report to the Lord, you go back! Life in the mountains is not easy, and the bacon is also brought back!"

"Thank you Lord"

"Thank you Lord"

Liu Boqin and Liu Xi kowtowed at the same time.

When the two of them walked away with the oxen, Chu Feng appeared at the entrance of the Taoist temple and ordered: "Tang Monk has arrived, and you should turn into a colorful tiger to scare him. Remember, let Liu Boqin who happened to pass by kill you."

"Yes"

Erniang Hu turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the air.

The tiger in Jingyanggang frightens the Tang monk in Liangjie Mountain, it is interesting and interesting.

Putting his hand on his chin, Chu Feng wanted to twist his beard and smile, but found that he had no beard, so he couldn't help laughing.

In the afternoon, in a vast green area at the foot of the mountain, there was a young and handsome monk riding a white horse, walking slowly on the mountain path.

It's strange to say that this monk eats and sleeps in the open, but his skin is as delicate and fair as a young girl's, and his body is spotless.

If a practitioner observes carefully, he will find that the monk's Zen staff and a cassock in the package will emit a burst of fresh air on the monk from time to time, making him clean as before, and his skin will not be burned and discolored by excessive sunlight.

"Amitabha, it is very difficult to walk in this mountain"

The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and wanted to dismount and walk.He went to see a scene that made him lose half of his soul. Under the cover of vegetation, there was a beautiful tiger lying, seemingly taking a nap.

The monk lived in Huasheng Temple in Chang'an since he was a child. When he saw such a scene, he was so frightened that he fell off his horse on the spot and made a noise inevitably.

"Ouch..."

The colorful tiger woke up with a start, stood up suddenly, and roared to the sky, filled with the smell of blood.

"Save me, save me..."

The monk rolled and crawled in the grass, shouting for help.

"Sinister, don't hurt people"

A sharp arrow came through the air and hit the colorful tiger.

"Ouch..."

The colorful tiger fled away with a low roar.

"so far so good……"

The monk sat on the ground, panting heavily.

The bushes were pushed aside, revealing the figures of Liu Boqin, Liu Xi, and Huang Niu.

Holding a hard bow in his hand, Liu Boqin looked at the fleeing tiger in surprise. This was the first time he had seen a tiger that ran away immediately after being injured.

To be honest, if he hadn't been in a hurry to save people just now, he really didn't want to shoot the tiger. The tiger is the king of all beasts, and he can't be provoked casually.

Experienced hunters, as long as they are not forced to do so, will avoid head-to-head encounters with tigers.

"Thanks to the good man for the rescue"

At some point, the monk had already stood up and saluted calmly, without the slightest panic.

Liu Boqin shook his hand, looking loyal.

"There, there, the elder is polite. It's getting late today, and the mountains are dangerous. Tomorrow, my father will be buried. Liu will personally send the elder to cross Liangjie Mountain."

Hearing this, the monk clasped his hands together with a serious expression on his face.

"Amitabha, a poor monk, is a monk from Huasheng Temple in Chang'an. His name is Xuanzang. He is proficient in Buddhism. He is willing to save the old father of a good man."

Liu Boqin had already invited Daoist Chu, so he wanted to refuse, but he also thought that one more expert would save his father, so that his father could be reincarnated as soon as possible, so he agreed.

"Thank you elder"

"Amitabha, a monk, what is his duty"

Xuanzang sang the Buddha's name again, his expression more solemn.

"My house is not far from here, only five miles away, and I will be there as soon as I talk, elder, please"

Liu Boqin raised his hand with a smile.

"The Poor Monk's Horse"

Xuanzang turned around and looked.

"I hold"

Liu Xi, who looked like a boy, came over holding a white horse.

A group of three people plus a horse and a cow, talked and left on the mountain road.

When they reached a forest, a man in green clothes suddenly walked out. He was unusually tall and burly, holding a four-foot-long machete, which made him even more mighty.

"Hey, I opened this road, and I planted this mountain. I want to pass by from now on, and save money from selling roads."

Liu Boqin, the leader of the three, clasped his hands and said, "Brother, I am a hunter in this mountain. I am accompanied by a dog, a wandering monk, and I have no extravagant wealth."

The man in Tsing Yi narrowed his eyes, stared at the white horse and the ox, and said coldly: "Leave the horse and ox."

"No"

It was Xuanzang who spoke.

"Um"

The man in Tsing Yi's face was full of frost.

"This white horse is the foot strength bestowed by the king of the Tang Dynasty on the little monk. The camel monk went to the west to learn scriptures, so I can't give it to you."

Xuanzang insisted.

"The scalper, I can't give it to you"

Tong'er Liu Xi also said loudly.

Seeing the reaction of Xuanzang and his son, Liu Boqin had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"This elder brother must be passing by and lacks food. I have some bacon and mountain products on my yellow cattle. You can take them. If it doesn't work, Liu can only cook with you."

"up to you"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and rushed up, but he didn't move the knife, he just punched and kicked.

Liu Boqin was no match at all, and was beaten back again and again.

"Why do you only slap Liu on the mouth?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked at Liu Boqin's swollen mouth, and sneered.

"It's your mouth that hit you"

Next, Liu Boqin received another four or five punches on the mouth, and one of his front teeth fell out.

The man in Tsing Yi seemed to have had enough fighting, walked aside, picked up the machete he had left behind, and walked away.

"Do you dare to leave your name?"

Liu Xi chased after him and shouted.

"Wu Song"

The man in green clothes left his name and disappeared deep into the woods.

(End of this chapter)