That's rejection.

What we saw along the way were all rich villages and rich farmland.

The people also fought and died, but they did not freeze to death on the way there.

The human race lives and works in peace and contentment, and lives comfortably under its own prosperous dynasty.

The key is, I didn’t see a single Buddhist temple!

The 480 luxurious temples that were supposed to bloom all over this land were actually nowhere to be seen.

"How could this happen?"

"impossible!"

Bajie and Sha Seng were already shouting, and the monkey was scratching its head and ears, unable to accept it.

This scene is like they came to another Nanzhan Buzhou, a Nanzhan Buzhou without their own footprints, but already relatively beautiful.

Fake, must be fake!

Nanzhan Buzhou must be worse than Xiniu Hezhou in order to have a reason to preach the scriptures, and their hard work along the way can be justified!

"Could this be a demon's technique to mess with our minds?"

"Master, you must not be swayed!"

After listening to the advice of his disciples, Sanzang led them to Chang'an without saying a word.

Although many things can be seen from the four sides of the dynasty, the real comparison still has to be at the center of Chang'an.

“Show us the way in an orderly manner!”

"Don't be crowded, don't be crowded, pay attention to order!"

When we arrived at the city gate of Chang'an, what we saw was still a familiar scene, but what was slightly unfamiliar was the attitude of the soldiers guarding the gate.

There was definitely some impatience, but overall he was careful and guided the crowd slowly into the most majestic city in the world.

At the same time, we also provide guidance on how to apply for those who do not have identification documents.

After Master Sanzang and his disciples showed their identity as visitors to Xiniu Hezhou, they were taken aside and applied for temporary certificates without having to drill through cracks to enter.

When they walked onto Chang'an Avenue, which was still hot, the first thing the masters and disciples noticed were the bad guys patrolling the streets.

The expressions of the common people no longer changed from disgust to respect and dependence. They were the first people who thought of them when something happened, and there were no body searches and pressings everywhere.

They walked in a trance and arrived in front of Changlefang.

This is the workshop responsible for manufacturing thousands of lanterns in Chang'an. Countless palace lanterns are sent out, coming and going in an endless stream.

Just in time, I saw a familiar figure again.

"A Liang!"

Hearing the call, the craftsman A Liang turned around and looked at them in surprise: "I am A Liang, do you need anything?"

This was treating them as guests, but Bajie couldn't accept it and grabbed him at once, especially looking at the thick hair: "You haven't shaved your head? You no longer believe in Buddhism?"

"Ah, are you trying to recruit people to Christianity?"

Ah Liang looked at the strange attire of Master Sanzang and his disciples, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a distant smile: "No need, I live a good life, I believe in myself."

"You are not living well. Without Buddha, how can you live well?"

That satisfied smile deeply stimulated Bajie, and he lifted up his collar angrily.

"stop!"

This immediately attracted loud shouts of justice from the bad guys. Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Sanzang led his disciples to move into the alley.

When the shadows in the alley obscured the faces of masters and apprentices, even if they escaped the pursuit of bad guys, the shoulders of the apprentices suddenly collapsed.

From radiant glory to plummeting.

Which Chang'an is the real one?

Can they accept it...

Which Chang'an?

…

"What method is this?"

While Master Sanzang and his disciples were experiencing a journey like heaven and hell in "Chang'an", Huang Shang and Qing Niu were standing on the hillside, looking at a radiant barrier in the distance.

It seemed like a large upside-down bowl, which not long ago enveloped Master Sanzang and his disciples.

The two parties who were originally traveling together were suddenly divided into two parts, the inner and the outer. However, Qingniu didn't think it was a big deal at first. He had the banana fan in his hand and fanned it.

The same magic weapon has completely different effects in the hands of owners with different cultivation levels. The golden horn and the silver horn are at best like boys guarding the stove. Their cultivation level is really not strong. They all rely on the benefit of the magic weapon, and they do not complement each other at all.

Qingniu is different.

This fan of his is called a...

like water off a duck's back.

The flames of the banana fan fluttered against the barrier and seemed to dissipate in the air, without even the slightest ripple, let alone any defensive measures against a formidable enemy.

At first glance, Qing Niu thought that he had picked up the wrong fan, or that the golden horn and silver horn had slipped his bag, but when he felt the powerful power of the magic weapon in his hand, his expression finally became solemn.

Either he took it wrong, or the obstacle in front of him was that he had strength beyond imagination.

Faced with Laojun's magic weapon, how many powerful people in the world can do this?

This time, which big boss’s mount in heaven has gone down to the lower realm?

"Alliance leader, this little lord of Chang'an is definitely not the Yellow Eyebrow Ancestor in the original plot, he is much more powerful!"

At the same time, the Night Raid team is also communicating with Huang Shang.

Ancestor Huangmei was a boy of Maitreya Buddha. He stole the golden cymbal when Maitreya Buddha was not at home. The day after tomorrow, humans planted two treasures in his bag and became spirits in the lower realm. Assuming that Leiyin Temple lured Tang Monk and his disciples into being deceived, Wukong was detained in the golden cymbal.

In the cymbal, he also used the acquired human seed bag and collected the heavenly soldiers and generals into the bag several times, with great military exploits. In the end, Maitreya Buddha subdued the Yellow Eyebrow Ancestor.

Anyone who needs the original owner to appear in order to subdue them, rather than the original owner appearing to make Wukong show mercy, are all powerful characters, such as Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, Qing Niu, and Huang Mei Patriarch.

But now, the person who arranged Xiao Chang'an is more powerful than the Huangmei Ancestor, so the night attack team did not dare to go deep, so they had to find out a little bit.

While the captain Sir and Huang Shang were communicating, the artillery king looked at Liu Xiahui and asked: "Didn't your brain 'Chen Shimei' have a suspect? Why didn't you tell the leader?"

Liu Xiahui smiled bitterly: "I have analyzed and analyzed again and again, and I have pointed to the most unlikely character. It is better not to say it to mislead."
Chapter completed!