MTL - Journey To the World of Film and Television-Chapter 653 Prequel scene!
Chapter 653 Prequel scene!
"According to what you said, I think his Gao family is not kind enough."
Xiao Tiangou said beside him: "But he is a goblin after all, and he is so edible. He usually eats three or five buckets of rice for a meal, and a hundred or ten pancakes for breakfast. Fortunately, he only eats vegetarian food."
Yang Jian retorted: "Although people can eat it, they can also do it."
Meishan's sixth son curiously said: "I haven't heard of a vegetarian goblin."
Yang Chi also had doubts in his heart, frowned and said: "Yeah, why is he a vegetarian? If it is said that he was enlightened by someone, but he has not rebooted."
Meishan Lao Liu was gearing up and eager to try, "That's not easy, won't it be clear if you arrest him and ask him?"
Yang Jian said with a complex expression: "It's better not to disturb him. This person has saved my life. When you see him in the future, take a detour. If you know what difficulties he has, try to help him if you can. If you can't help, come and tell me." , I will find a way."
Boss Kang asked puzzledly: "Since you are the benefactor of the second master, why didn't you meet in person just now?"
Yang Jian shook his head lightly and said, "I'm afraid he has no face to see us now, right?"
Xiao Tiangou hesitated: "Then what if he wants to go to Gao Laozhuang again?"
Yang Jian said a little angrily: "Because he looks ugly, he has to regret his marriage. Why should such a person help? Besides, if you talk about this person's previous background, I'm afraid his Gao family can't afford it."
Meishan Lao Liu said in a waned mood: "In that case, Second Master, how about we find a place to get drunk?"
"Donghai Dragon Palace has added a newcomer. Please invite me to a banquet tomorrow to congratulate you. I plan to go to Huashan to accompany my third sister. Let Xiao Tiangou accompany you." In the mood for a drink?
Since the Yang family suffered disaster, the benefactors who have helped the Yang family the most in the whole world are Marshal Tianpeng and Zhou Ji.
The father and elder brother died under the order of the Great Golden Crow, Marshal Tianpeng had nothing to do, but if Marshal Tianpeng hadn't secretly knocked their brother and sister unconscious, and used the supernatural powers of aging to make them grow up from children to adults, their brother and sister would have died. To save their lives and escape the initial crisis.
Even when Heavenly Court learned that they were not dead, and then sent Marshal Tianpeng and the Great Golden Crow to hunt them down, Marshal Tianpeng kept his hand many times to let their siblings escape.
Such a great kindness, Yang Jian always remembers it in his heart, but he has never been able to find a chance to repay it.
Yang Jian couldn't help but clenched the folding fan in his hand, feeling very uncomfortable.
He failed to save Marshal Tianpeng last time, at least he must help Brother Zhou find a way to live the same life as the sky, and he must not be sorry to Brother Zhou again!
Brothers Meishan and Xiaotiangou turned into streamers and disappeared, Yang Jian soared into the clouds alone and flew towards Huashan.
In the middle of the journey, Yang Jian suddenly saw the figure of a familiar monk on the ground. After a closer look, it turned out that it was Jin Chanzi wearing cassock, holding a Buddhist staff, and staggering forward with a burden on his back.
Meeting an old friend when he was sad, Yang Jian was a little excited, and hurriedly pressed Luo Yun's head down to say hello, "Master, where are you going?"
Jin Chanzi trudged along the stream, wiping the sweat from his forehead, when someone suddenly fell from the sky, he couldn't help showing surprise, and looked at him curiously and amazed.
Yang Jian asked with a smile: "Master, do you still remember Yang Jian?"
Jin Chanzi looked at Yang Jian and shook his head: "Forgive the poor monk's eyesight, does the benefactor know the poor monk?"
Yang Jian nodded and said: "A thousand years ago, the master and Yang Jian fought in the Heavenly Court, and Yang Jian still remembers it vividly."
"A thousand years ago? Heaven? Could it be that the gods came down to earth?" Jin Chanzi's dazed look surprised Yang Jian.
Jin Chanzi murmured, his face was dazzled, and he was about to kneel down when he raised his hem: "Sanzang has eyes but doesn't know the true god, please let the gods accept Sanzang's worship."
"Wait a minute." Yang Jian hurriedly supported him, a little disappointed and said: "Master really doesn't know Yang Po?"
"Yang Jian?" Jin Chanzi thought for a moment and said, "Could it be that the Shangxian is Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian Yang Erlang?"
Seeing that Jin Chanzi didn't recognize him at all, Yang Jian frowned slightly, and opened the sky eyes between his brows. Tang Sanzang still looked like Tang Sanzang under the mysterious light of the sky eyes.
Yang Jian still remembers that when he fought Jin Chanzi back then, the Buddhist spells cast by the other party seemed to be similar to Taoism, but they were different, and seemed to be quite mysterious.
I heard that the Tathagata Buddha suppressed Sun Wukong, who was similar in strength to him, under the Five Elements Mountain with just a flip of his hand. Cicada looks like an ordinary person, completely lost his memory.
Yang Jian said with some regret: "Jin Chanzi, Yang Jian didn't want to embarrass you, it's just that he rarely met an old friend and wanted to reminisce about the old relationship."
"The real gentleman must have identified the wrong person. The poor monk Tang Sanzang, layman surnamed Chen, was a monk in Jinshan Temple since he was a child. What's your name?" Jin Chanzi saluted Dongtu far away, looked at Yang Jian with a smile and said, "If the True Monarch doesn't believe it, the Tripitaka is there, and the certificate of customs clearance is there, and the True Monarch will know it at a glance."
As he spoke, he rummaged through his arms for the customs clearance document and prepared to hand it to Yang Jian.
"No need. Monks don't tell lies. Since you said it, you must not have lied to me." Yang Jian didn't know that Jin Chanzi was punished to fall into the world of mortals and practice for ten lives because he couldn't understand the mystery of the Buddha's golden pineapple flower. , I only know that I have admitted the wrong person.
The Tang Sanzang in front of him is just an ordinary monk who is exactly the same as Master Jin Chanzi.
"Since Zhenjun asked, please be sure to take a look. Lest you believe what you say, but you don't believe it in your heart."
Obviously Yang Jian said that he believed in Tang Sanzang, but Tang Sanzang was relentless, and took out a bunch of certificates and customs clearance papers and insisted on stuffing them into Yang Jian's hands. Yang Jian had no choice but to take them, and before he opened them, Tang Sanzang Eloquently explained: "The poor monk was ordered by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to go to the west to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures. The real gentleman looks here, this is the seal of the Tang emperor. The real gentleman looks here, the Tang emperor once swore to the poor monk They are the Jinlan brothers. Therefore, they are also called the poor monk Tang Yudi."
Since Tang Sanzang had just left the territory of the Tang Dynasty, there was not much content on the document. Yang Jian had already read the document in his hand, and finally got Tang Sanzang to finish speaking, so he nodded in a trance, and said The Du dish was returned to Tang Sanzang and said: "Master, please keep it safe."
"Yes, yes, the territory of the Tang Dynasty is still relatively peaceful. Since leaving the country, the farther away from the Tang Dynasty, the less peaceful it is, so the poor monk put the customs clearance document and the disk near his body."
Yang Jian had just seen the duo, the long-winded Tang Sanzang in front of him was indeed a great virtuous mage, he planned to wait for him to finish speaking, and asked him without hope if he knew if there was anyone in Buddhism who could live forever and live as long as the sky However, Tang Sanzang changed the subject while talking, approached mysteriously, and said mysteriously, "By the way, I'll tell you something, but don't you tell others?"
Yang Jian resisted the urge to interrupt Tang Sanzang, and nodded slightly.
Tang Sanzang glanced left and right, as if afraid of someone eavesdropping, took Yang Jian's arm and moved a few steps to the side, leaned into his ear and said: "The Bodhisattva told the poor monk that eating the meat of the poor monk can lead to immortality. .”
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Yang Jian thought it was just another trivial matter, but after hearing what Tang Sanzang said, his eyes widened in disbelief, as if someone had cast a spell on him, he turned around in a daze, and said, "How many people have you said this to?" ?”
"Ahem." Tang Sanzang hesitated a few times with a guilty conscience, his eyes were erratic, and he knew without guessing that he would definitely tell everyone this secret that he must never 'tell others'.
Since Big Brother Zhou retreated, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Cun Xin have been hiding from Zhou Ji, and have secretly searched for the elixir of immortality for hundreds of years.
Found it inexplicably, but it’s such a trick
Yang Jian shook his head dumbfounded, not to mention whether eating the person in front of him would make him immortal, even if he could, he couldn’t break off the other’s arm and go to Brother Zhou to try it, right?
Tang Sanzang shivered suddenly, covered his arms and moved a few steps away, feeling a cool breeze entering his sleeves, and his whole arm was cool~ cool~~.
Thousands of miles away, Zhou Ji couldn't help shivering as Yang Chan raised her hand to block the way and watched silently.
"Then what. Miss San, don't look at me like that? Can you be gentler?" Zhou Ji smiled embarrassingly. Seeing that Yang Chan's expression was unmoved, he said from his heart: "Okay , I admit to concealing the matter of Erlang's sibling quarrel, I proposed it on my own initiative."
"That's not what I asked." Yang Chan shook her head, took a step forward, looked up at Zhou Ji and said, "I want to know what happened to my sister-in-law? She was fine before, why did she suddenly become like this? Brother Zhou You can fool my second brother but not me, you must know something."
Faced with Yang Chan's firm gaze, Zhou Ji stepped back half a step, avoiding his sight and said, "I can only tell you. I promised my younger siblings that I would not tell you. other people."
"Sister-in-law suddenly became like this, there really is something else hidden." Seeing Zhou Ji stepping back half a step, Yang Chan said angrily, "I really can't tell?"
Zhou Ji shook his head lightly, and then said: "Everyone has their own secrets, even you guys have something to hide from me, right?"
"Nothing." Yang Chan took a step back, distanced herself from Zhou Ji, and tried to pull down the hair hanging around her ear, but found that the hair around her ear was intact, and her fingertips didn't catch anything.
"Is there really?"
The attack and defense changed for a while, Zhou Ji was just talking casually, but he didn't expect to cheat the secret, and was about to ask, Yang Chan hurriedly walked around behind Zhou Ji, pushed him outside the temple, and urged: "Okay, Don't ask, isn't Brother Zhou going to Huashan County to persuade Ding's family to disperse their wealth and do good deeds? It's getting late, go quickly~"
Zhou Ji enjoyed Yang Chan's pushing and pushing like a massage.
After leaving the Holy Mother Temple, Zhou Jiteng flew into Huashan County and found Ding Yuanwai who was howling with ghosts and foxes on the sickbed. After a "friendly and friendly" conversation, Ding Yuanwai deeply realized the evil deeds he had done before and decided to 'Correct from the past', prepare all the Ding family's property, and wait for Liu Yanchang to come to receive it at noon tomorrow.
The moon is as cool as water, hanging high in the night sky.
When Zhou Ji returned to the palace after dealing with everything, the night was dark, only the lights were still on inside the temple. When he stepped into the temple, he found a beautiful and dignified woman in light yellow gauze sitting at the table and sketching the picture at hand. paperwork.
The cool night breeze blew the lights of the candlesticks as Zhou Ji stepped into the room. Yang Chan raised her eyes to look at Zhou Ji who was walking, and unconsciously raised a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
"It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"
Zhou Ji took out a thin blanket from his sleeve, and suddenly remembered that Yang Chan, who had been a Holy Mother in Huashan for a thousand years, was no longer that weak "ugly girl". The slender and well-proportioned Rou Yi grabbed the thin blanket and pulled it over.
"Lying in bed thinking about a lot of things, I couldn't fall asleep." Yang Chan put on a thin blanket, got up and walked out the door.
Cultivate if you can’t fall asleep?
Zhou Ji complained in his heart, and followed her out of the Notre Dame Temple.
Yang Chan looked at the bright moon in the sky and said softly: "Today's moonlight is so beautiful."
"!!"
Zhou Ji shrank his pupils, paused his steps, and stopped in place.
This is a mythical world based on the prehistoric projection. Presumably Yang Chan just said it casually, right?
Zhou Ji was absent-minded for a moment, then came to his senses, looked at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression, a string deep in his heart seemed to be plucked by something.
Coincidentally, a ray of cool wind was blowing on the face, and after a long time no response from Brother Zhou, Yang Chan turned around and heard a voice of unknown meaning coming from Brother Zhou.
"The wind is also very gentle."
"Huh?" Yang Chan couldn't hear what kind of meaning was mixed in this sentence, but she could feel that when Brother Zhou said this sentence, he looked at her with a little more tenderness than usual.
"It's nothing, I mean. The wind today is so noisy~"
The fleeting tenderness seemed to be an illusion. Zhou Ji waved his hand, turned around and said, "It's getting late, the third girl should rest earlier."
"Zhou" Yang Chan lowered her raised hand, watching Zhou Ji's gradually receding figure, her mind kept recalling the gaze that Brother Zhou had just looked at her, showing a bewildered expression.
the next day.
Donghai Dragon Palace.
Since the third prince Ao Bing died tragically at the hands of Nezha, Donghai has not had a new baby for a thousand years. Now the birth of the eighth prince of the Dragon King of the East China Sea is a great joy for the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.
When Zhou Ji and Yang Chan came to congratulate him, they happened to meet Yang Jian who was also invited, and learned that Yang Jian and Xiao Tiangou met the marshal Tianpeng who had been demoted to the world yesterday. I was somewhat interested in the eastward transmission of Buddhism in this world, so I asked Yang Jian for directions, and decided to accompany Yang Chan to Mount Fuling in a few days.
Noticing that Yang Jian was looking at him with complicated expressions, hesitant to speak for several times, Zhou Ji asked with a puzzled face: "What did Erlang have to say?"
Yang Jian was silent for a moment, but suppressed the encounter with Jin Chanzi, shook his head lightly and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I have a complicated mood when I met the marshal this time."
(end of this chapter)
