"Master, wake up, Master!"

Tang Monk opened his eyes in a daze, looked out the window, and found that it was still in the sky. He twitched and almost fainted again.

The reason why I didn't faint was that my cheeks hurt so much.

"Wukong, let's go down, my teacher... I don't like high places." Tang Seng stuttered.

"Don't be afraid, Master, you see that it's very strong here. It won't fall down. This is my magic weapon. You can treat it as a flying boat." Yang Que knocked on the closed cabin door twice.

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

Tang Monk clasped his hands together and kept muttering, trying to calm himself down.

After a long time, I slowly opened my eyes, took a look outside and closed it.

Then I opened it again, and after repeated several times, I finally got better.

"Wukong, this donor is..." Tang Seng said as he looked at Dracula who was flying the plane, changing the subject and calming himself down.

"Oh." Yang Que said, "This is the weapon spirit of my magic weapon. Some powerful magic weapons will give birth to the weapon spirit, which will help the master control the magic weapon."

"Amitabha, there is such a thing." Tang Seng nodded and accepted immediately.

"Master, is the direction we are heading west?" Yang Que asked.

Tang Monk looked out the window, then immediately retracted, and then looked several times before confirming: "That's right, it's a journey west."

"That's good." Yang Que nodded, "Master, if you feel tired, you might as well take a rest first."

Tang Monk nodded, closed his eyes, and began to recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name, and soon returned to peace.

Yang Que glanced at Tang Seng, took out the pages of Shanhai's books, and took them back after a few minutes.

The direction of the helicopter flying just now has nothing to do with the West, but the mountain and sea book pages point to the other mountain and sea book pages.

This made Yang Que a little doubt whether the pages of Shanhai’s book would be in the true scriptures of the Great Leiyin Temple in Lingshan, Xitian.

Anyway, this world is already very strange, and it is nothing to do if it is strange.

The route of traveling west and finding the pages of mountain and sea books may be the same, which is also a good thing for Yang Que.

You can combine two things together to complete.

For the next few hours, Tang Seng kept chanting scriptures.

At lunch time, Yang Que "wakes" Tang Monk: "Master, it's time to have a meal."

"Have a meal?"

Tang Monk opened his eyes and his fear had basically disappeared. "It was still early at this time, and it was not time for vegetarian food?"

“It’s noon.”

"Noon?" Tang Seng was stunned for a moment, shook his head, "only eat in the morning and evening."

Whether it was the Jinshan Temple in the past or the current journey to the west, Tang Monk only had two meals a day.

Morning and dinner, no Chinese food.

And if you don’t find someone to beg for alms before the dry food is exhausted, it is common to have a drop of water not in the end of the day.

"It's different now." Yang Que waved his hand, "Master, follow me and have meat to eat!"

"Wukong, we are monks and do not eat meat." Tang Monk frowned.

"Everyone said, Master, I am the special mission of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Buddha of Tathagata, to help you obtain the scriptures in the West. Everything is allowed. The so-called 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in the heart'." Yang Que Zhenzhen said, "As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, the rest are all appearances, so don't care."

“…”

Tang Monk shook his head, but did not scold Yang Que.

Perhaps it was still in the sky, which made him understand that the newly acquired disciple had the final say.

"Master, wait, I'll deliver you food right away." Yang Que said to Tang Seng.

Tang Monk waved his hand and said, "No need, if you really want it, just give me a bowl of water."

He recited the meridians almost all morning and his mouth was dry.

"Why would I pick some fruit for you, Master?" Yang Que asked.

"I'm so troublesome to my disciple." Tang Seng was not so pedantic that he didn't even eat the fruit.

But if he wants to eat meat, he must not.

Yang Que entered the pages of Shanhai’s books and picked a few unknown but sour and sweet fruits from the fruit trees inside.

Anyway, I could eat it, so I found the incompatible golden bowl from Tang Monk's pack of luggage.

Yang Que was a little suspicious. It would be light to be driven away by someone using this golden bowl to beg for alms.

When you encounter those who are ill-behaved, you can kill and rob them directly. After all, wealth is touching.

Tang Seng begged for alms with this thing, and he is not afraid of something happening?

However, Yang Que quickly figured it out that nothing would happen.

Because those who beg for alms are not humans, either Sun Wukong or Zhu Bajie, no matter how badly they are, Sha Wujing will be.

Tang Seng himself doesn’t beg for alms, what are he afraid of?

This golden bowl looks clean, obviously not used normally.

He scooped water with a golden bowl and returned to the helicopter with the fruit. Yang Que put the things in front of Tang Seng.

Tang Monk took a sip of water and looked at Yang Que solemnly: "Wukong, since you have entered my Buddhism, then you still have to abide by some of the rules and precepts."

"Master, don't worry about this issue. I have discussed it with the Buddha Bodhisattva. The Buddha has granted that there is no need to abide by the rules and precepts." Yang Que said.

"..." Tang Seng frowned.

"Master, don't you believe it? Look at the mantras and talismans on the mountain, which were posted by the Buddha. If you didn't agree to me to come out of the mountain, even though you are a scholar, you are just a mortal fetus, how could you remove the talisman? It was because the Buddha agreed.

"We have everything arranged. Master, you don't have to think about anything. You just need to lie down and go to the West."

“…”

Tang Seng felt very stressed, so how could he have such an apprentice? "So, Wukong, you have to drink and eat meat in the future?"

"Don't drink alcohol, but eating meat is necessary. To replenish the energy needed by humans, meat is necessary food. Master, you see that you are so thin and have a good meal. You must have never eaten meat before.

"Don't worry, I won't want you to eat, but I can smell the aroma of meat for you."

“…”

Tang Seng looked at his slightly thin body and then remembered the scene of the other party walking out of the rock wall.

I think it would be better not to be a monk who convinces others with reason.

After reading so many Buddhist scriptures, there is always a suitable way to persuade this disciple to "turn back to the sea of ​​suffering."

People in Buddhism should guide others to be kind.

Suddenly, Tang Seng felt that under the big goal of obtaining the scriptures of the West, he had a small goal.

It means to teach Sun Wukong in front of him to be a qualified Buddhist disciple.

Just as he was thinking, Yang Que disappeared again and soon came back, and there was a strange thing (an oven) in his hand.

Red coal has been added to the oven, and a piece of meat is making a sizzling sound on the grill.

The seasoning and meat aroma were mixed together, and the entire closed space of the helicopter was immediately filled.

It was a bit unstable for Dracula to hold the control feeling.

Boss, think about the pilot who has worked hard for several hours.

"Master, come and smell the fragrance of meat for you."

While barbecuing on the helicopter, Yang Que, who was ignorant of human affairs, smiled at Tang Monk.

"Amitabha!"

Tang Monk's forehead bulged with blue veins, hard, and his fists almost hard - if it weren't for his hands clasping.
Chapter completed!