Without pop-up windows, thousands of book fans were also online in the center of Ganhu Lake, and a large sea boat was parked six or seven meters high. At this time, the ship was brightly lit, and a group of people were standing on one side of the sea boat, shouting horns and pulling something like a submarine up from the water. Wukong, who was full of body, was standing at the bow of the sea boat, looking at the submarine thoughtfully.

"No, little husband!" An old man in his fifties standing behind Wukong looked at Wukong in embarrassment, "The idea of ​​this diving boat you mentioned is good, but if you dive, it is definitely impossible not to get into the water."

"Yes!" Goku grabbed his head with his hand, "This problem with sealing material is a big problem. It seems that at this stage, things like diving boats are indeed not very practical."

"In fact, if you can use the two-layer method Xiaolangjun said to be a diving boat, it would be no big problem." A man in his thirties behind Wukong continued, "But if you do that, this diving boat will be about the same size as our loach boat, and it will not be useful for you this time."

"Don't talk nonsense. If the inside and outside are two layers, you can indeed dive, but how can we row a boat?" The old man immediately retorted, "Can this kind of thing that can only sink and float up be called a boat?"

"At least, if you encounter a storm, you can sink to the bottom of the sea to hide." The young man muttered dissatisfiedly.

"What did you say?" The old man immediately jumped up.

"Okay, okay, you don't want to show your deep love between you and me." Wukong stretched, "Oh! As expected, half a step forward is a genius, and one step forward is nonsense! I thought this diving boat was too simple, so I can't blame you. I originally wanted to be able to hold on for an hour, but in just half an hour, I couldn't hold on anymore."

"How can this be said to be your problem?" the old man quickly replied, "This is the old man, my skills are not good."

"If Mr. Chen, your skills are not good, Jiangnan may not be able to find someone with good skills." Wukong smiled relaxedly, "Forget it, let's do this for the first time when you are a submersible boat. Although it is not ideal for testing, at least we are the first submarine in history. It is always good to say that the international advanced level is."

The old man and the young man seemed to have long been used to Wukong's words, and no one spoke.

"Okay, I keep my word and promise that you father and son will never be able to pay the debt for the technical reform bonus of 200 yuan per person." Wukong reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder, "Mr. Chen, I am looking forward to your father and son's future performance, work hard!"

"Thank you, little husband!" The father and son surnamed Chen were excited and almost knelt down on the spot.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work tonight." Wukong waved to the two of them, "You go and rest!"

"Yes, little husband!" The old man and the young man walked into the cabin of the loach boat without asking a word.

"Senior Brother Daoguang!" After the father and son left, Wukong waved to the big monk covered in water who had climbed out of the submarine, "You are not injured, are you?"

Daoguang glanced at Wukong in confusion, then took out a piece of cloth from his ear, "What did you say just now?"

"He asked if you were injured!" Zhixing, who was also full of thunder, stood at the bow of the ship and replied, "My junior brother is worried that you will be injured by those thunderbolt bullets."

"That's not!" Daoguang shook his head and took out a piece of cloth from his other ear. "It's just that because it's in the water, nearly half of the thunderbolts didn't sound. In addition, junior brother, I think you should consider this issue of delayed blasting. Don't use incense heads. This thing is really unreliable."

"Young junior brother?" Zhixing said, "You spent thousands of tents this time, mobilized hundreds of people, and created such a big momentum, not just to be a charlatan!"

"Of course!" Wukong smiled, "The charlatan is very important. You should know that those ordinary people who don't even know one word, if you talk to them about Bodhi Prajna, you can only tell them that you can go to heaven if you follow me and me. If you don't believe me, you will have to go to hell. On one side, you can choose one in hell."

"And after this time, I will definitely be very famous in Huangmei." Wukong put his hands on his hips, "What is fame in this era? Fame is everything!"

"What you said seems to make sense!" Zhixing nodded seriously.

"Nonsense, I don't make sense when I do things." Wukong smiled again, "By the way, Senior Brother Zhixing, do you know, under what circumstances will people want to give up those Taoist priests and convert to our monks?"

"I don't know!" Zhixing shook his head honestly.

"It's okay, you will know soon." Wukong raised his head and laughed, "It's just a few thousand coins. Now I'll spend it, and soon I'll get it back ten times a hundred times. When did I do anything to lose money in my life?"

Just as Wukong said, after what happened today, he immediately became very famous. In the words of the future, it was a big deal! Wukong became popular, and Chenxi Zhenren became popular, and it was a mess!

You should know that among the tens of thousands of people in Huangmei County, at least more than a thousand people watched the battle between Wukong and Chenxi on the spot. Even if they did not go to the scene, they could hear the loud bang from Ganhu Lake. Thousands even saw the eight pillars of light soaring into the sky by Principal Chenxi in Huangmei County.

What is a god?

Even if the legendary gods under Emperor Wu of Han, whether it is Dongfang Shuo, Li Shaojun, or Luan Da, who can achieve such earth-shaking and massive fighting scenes as Monk Wukong and Master Chenxi?

No, not one! They can just call ghosts and jump to gods and horses, but no one knows the magical powers. For example, like Chenxi and Wukong, the palms touched, the earth was shaking, and the mountain was shaking, and the sound of a swish turned into a fireball flying around.

Who has really seen it?

Dongfang Shuo flew over? Li Shaojun flew over? Fei Changfang flew over? Even if Zhang Daoling of the Five Doks of Rice Road flew over? Well, Zhang Daoling said he flew over, so let me ask again, you said you flew over, who saw it?

None of them, so isn't it clear who has a higher mana and who has a lower mana?

God, this is a god! For thousands of years, several people have had their own magical experiences, and you can see where the two gods are fighting. And most importantly, one of them is already in the Zhengjue Temple of Huangmei, and the other god is about to practice Taoist temple in Huangmei.

Do you want to become an immortal? Do you want to practice Taoism? Do you want to live forever?

Then what are you waiting for?

So, on the second day, there were a lot of people outside Zhengjue Temple who dared to ignore Zhou Shaode's ban. When I came to Zhengjue Temple to burn incense, I would like to see all kinds of idle people from Master Wukong. Of course, because of the current environment, there were more idle people around Master Chenxi.

When facing these idle people, Wukong shamelessly started playing the game of evaporating the world.

"I'm sorry, everyone Tan Yue, because my uncle Wukong consumed his energy yesterday, he has been in seclusion since last night." Did the monk Zhike at the entrance of Zhengjue Temple say politely, "I don't know when I will leave the seclusion, so I'm sorry, Tan Yue."

Unlike Wukong who hides and no longer sees people, Taoist Master Chenxi is very high-profile. He not only meets these idle people many times, but also spends his time checking the qualifications and spiritual roots of these idle people one by one to determine whether the other party is a material that can be made. When entertaining some gentry in Huangmei County, he also took out the Taoist sect's holy medicine, which is as famous as the Wushisan.

The gods and drunk here are indeed well-known. When these gentry were drunk until they were five minutes drunk, they immediately felt as light as a swallow and were about to fly. Some even felt that they had ascended on the spot, and then there were gold, silver and jewelry all over the sky, and beautiful wives and concubines all over the sky...

One appeared high-profile every day, the other was always low-key and could not find anyone. In addition, with the intentional or unintentional push by the government, soon, Taoist Master Chenxi's voice in Huangmei overshadowed Monk Wukong.

However, although Principal Chenxi quickly became accustomed to these gentry and landlords in Huangmei County, as well as county magistrates and other leading figures, Principal Chenxi still has his own bottom line in doing things.

That is, you will never accept any form of money donation. For example, if you want to sponsor a few pieces of wood to build a house, if you want to sponsor a truck of bricks to Master Chenxi, if you want to sponsor a cart of bricks to Master Chenxi, if you want to sponsor a monthly ticket or two, but if you want to sponsor a money to him, Master Chenxi will refuse very firmly.

In the original words of Taoist Chenxi, "I am a person outside the world, not a man from the court. I only need the spiritual energy of spiritual cultivation, and the energy of gold, silver and wealth is not only useless to me, but also harmful to me."

After this sentence spread, the reputation of Principal Chenxi in Huangmei County soared a lot. Gods, such gods who are not greedy for money are the real gods!

"Okay, I believe you should see Fayan. Now Zhou Shaode's spirit is used to build Huilong Temple for Master Chenxi." Wukong stood at the gate of Zhengjue Temple in a long-distance dress. He said to the new Vinay of Zhengjue Temple. "I believe that after the Huilong Temple was repaired, Zhou Shaode didn't care about us, so I decided to take this time to Chang'an and solve the problem of the quota given to our Zhengjue Temple."

"During the time before I came back from Chang'an, I hope you can handle the matter of Zhengjue Temple to make me more satisfied." Wukong reached out and patted Fayan on the shoulder, "If something goes wrong with the account of Zhengjue Temple after I come back..."

"You little husband, you cut off my monk's bald head!" Monk Fayan slapped his chest.

"Well, I hope I can still trust you when I come back!" Wukong then patted Fayan on the shoulder, "I will help you with Senior Brother Daoguang. If you have any questions, you can discuss it with Senior Brother Daoguang."

"Yes, little husband!" Monk Fayan said respectfully, "I will definitely ask Senior Brother Daoguang if I have something to do."

"Okay, then I'll leave!" Goku waved his hand calmly, "You guys wait for my good news!"

After Wukong waved to them, he took Monk Zhixing and the two calmly embarked on their journey to Chang'an. With the sound of the wind, Wukong's clear voice came, "A straw raincoat, hat and short tent, traveling around the world and the east, watching the past and the past, and seeing all things, and seeing all the things are always empty!"

The ancient capital Chang'an was the largest city in the world in the early years of the Tang Dynasty, no doubt about it!

Of course, in fact, Chang'an and Chang'an of the Han Dynasty are no longer the same city. Because Emperor Wen of Sui thought that the layout of Chang'an in Han was too small, he simply rebuilt a new city near the Chang'an City of Han, and gave the new city a brand new name, Daxing!

But it is obvious that the name of Daxing is not auspicious at all. The Sui Dynasty not only did not have Daxing, but also was unlucky. So after His Majesty Li Yuan conquered Chang'an, he re-divided Chang'an County and Daxing County, and renamed Daxing County to Wannian County, and renamed Daxing City to Chang'an again!

Wannian County and Chang'an County are combined, which means "Wannian Chang'an".

Chang'an City was officially identified as the Western Capital by His Majesty Li Yuan. Together with the eastern capital Luoyang and the northern capital Jinyang, the Longxing land of Li Tang, it is known as the Three Capitals of the World.

More than a month later, Wukong and Zhixing, who were exhausted, officially stepped into the south gate of Chang'an, which is Mingde Gate, and then headed north along the street, passed four yards such as Anyifang, Baoningfang, and Kaimingfang, and then arrived at their destination for this trip, Jingshanfang, Chang'an.

The reason I came to this place is because Daxingshan Temple is located in Jingshanfang. Or Daxingshan Temple is also possible because Daxingshan Temple is Jingshanfang, because Daxingshan Temple accounts for almost half of the scene in the entire Jingshanfang.

Because it was a long distance this time, Wukong and Zhixing did not bring their own carriage, but rented a two-person carriage, which slowly came over along the way. However, when we entered Chang'an City, let alone Zhixing, even Wukong, who had seen such a big world as New York and London, felt his eyes a little straight.

The straight street, at a glance, the Suzaku Gate of the Imperial City could be seen vaguely. There were rows of markets on both sides. Wukong calculated roughly. Just the way he walked over, there were about a dozen markets on the left, and this was just a street where he was.

There are seven or eight streets as long as his feet look at Chang'an on the edge of the market. In other words, there are only a few dozen markets in such a small city in Chang'an. Not to mention Huangmei County, even compared with Jiangzhou and Hangzhou and Chang'an, it can only be said to be poor.

The streets are not as cold and deserted. If you want Wukong to barely describe it, it would be really the saying, "The car is like flowing water, horse is like a dragon."

There were many scholars in long gowns, carrying books and other things, walking in the crowd, swaying in the eighth master's steps. There were also the rich young men in fresh clothes and angry horses, rushing around with a large group of wealthy slaves. There were also many young gangsters, some riding horses, some squatting at the street corner, and whistling unscrupulously at the women passing by.

You can even see Indians wearing fur coats, Hu people with open arms and braids. Even Goku saw a guy with high nose, blue eyes, who had European ancestry, but he was indeed wearing a long robe.

As for the charm and hotness of these girls on the street, even Wukong, a scum from the decaying capitalist society, had to sigh, "This is a real international metropolis!"

After entering Jingshanfang, Wukong didn't have to look for it at all, because the gate of Daxingshan Temple was obviously so unavoidable that no one could ignore it. At the door of the gate were two little novice monks who were sweeping the floor.

"Little Master? Little Master?" Wukong waved to one of the novice monks who were sweeping the floor.

"Are you calling me?" The novice monk turned his head and looked left and right, and pointed at himself.

Wukong nodded immediately, "That's right, little master, come here."

The little novice monk stopped the broom in his hand, walked to Wukong, and bowed in a very normal manner, "This..." The little novice monk looked at Wukong's bald head, "Little master, are you planning to place an order when you come to our Daxingshan Temple, or..."

Wukong did not answer the little novice monk's words, but turned his wrist and a big orange appeared on his hand, "Come on, little master, this is given to you."

"Give gifts? But aren't you also a monk?" the little shaman asked strangely, "Can monks give gifts to monks?"

"Nonsense!" Wukong replied without hesitation, "All ordinary people can give to us monks, why can't monks give to monks? I said that what I donated to you is yours, hurry up and take it."

The little novice monk was stunned by Wukong's words. Before he could think too much, the big orange had already been stuffed into his hand. "By the way, little master, I want to ask, are the three treasures and Puhui, the Zen monks from Jiangzhou, still placing orders at Daxingshan Temple?"

"Monkey Puhui seems to have returned to Jiangzhou." The little shaman thought for a while, and then said to Wukong, "But Monk Sanbao is still placing orders in this temple. It is said that it will take a few days to go back."

"Senior Brother HP has gone back!" Wukong scratched his head, okay, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he is not here to fight when he comes to Chang'an, as long as the three buns are still there. Otherwise, he will be completely disgraceful in Chang'an, which is really a scam.

"Okay, can you please take us to Monk Sanbao's Zen Room to find him?" Wukong continued.

"It's OK, but..." The little shaman hesitated for a moment, "Monkey Sanbao went out this morning. I haven't seen him come back yet, so I don't know if he is in his meditation room now."

What are you doing with this damn three buns?

Wukong muttered depressedly, and then said with a smile, "In this way, take us to the monk Sanbao's Zen room to find it. No matter whether he is here or not, at least let us recognize our way first."

So Wukong followed the little novice monk all the way to the monk Sanbao's Zen room, but the facts were just like what the little novice monk said. Before the three buns came back, Wukong thanked the little novice monk and took Zhixing out of Daxingshan Temple.

Where did these damn three buns go?

ps: It’s a little late tonight. Because the wind blows, there are some other things that I’ve been busy these two days, so I just clicked on every day before I came back to start typing. So today I’m not even enough 6,000 words, but the above 5,000 is enough! So ps is free!

Thank you Qing Qingbi for your concern for Feng Chu, this book will definitely not be a eunuch. Well, although Feng Chuan’s subscription to this book is indeed because of his own mistakes. For example, the brainless Feng Chuan initially thought that writing a story about monks revitalizing Zen may be novel, or writing something that has nothing to do with the story may be considered to be flooded, etc.

But no matter what, someone likes this book, so Feng Chuan doesn’t think he needs to give up on it now! For example, Brother Bai Wenli, who can be found among the top fans of Feng Chuan’s books, and Chenxi, etc.

Repeat it, this book will maintain a speed of two chapters a day until the book is completed. Even the two eunuch books before the wind blows will soon be one to two chapters a day until the book is completed!

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