Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

At this time, in a certain corner of the Arabian Peninsula, Cheng Yaojin and others are suffering from eating meat every day, and those who eat it are suffering.

Especially in Arabia, people seem to have mysterious confidence and persistence in their beliefs.

"This wise man in the east, do you think the high mountain in front of you is the masterpiece of the gods, or is it a man-made force?"

Cheng Yaojin is obviously not a wise man, but in the eyes of the Arabs, this tall, strong, dark man is the representative of the gods, and I don't know what they think of it.

Cheng Yaojin could only bite the bullet and pointed at the sun above his head in embarrassment: "Then tell me, is this sun a masterpiece of gods, or human behavior?"

Reading books is different, now Cheng Yaojin finally feels the importance of His Highness letting him study.

If I hadn't read much at the beginning, I don't know how to deal with these old Arabic riddlers now.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin's confident and wise eyes, the Arabs beside him became excited one by one.

They stood up and saluted Cheng Yaojin, chattering non-stop, not knowing what to say.

But Cheng Yaojin heard it, and it was definitely not a bad word. How can there be someone in the world who speaks bad things about you and gives you a thumbs up at the same time?
The only one is that Cheng Chumo did this once after he drank too much.

The more excited the Arabs were, the happier Cheng Yaojin was, "Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing."

The old man blushed and waved his hands again and again, he was a little embarrassed himself.

"Hehe, no, you people always say something nice."

"In this world, there is wisdom everywhere. You should be good at discovering your own wisdom in Arabia, and don't always worship foreigners."

When he said this, Cheng Yaojin always felt that there was a strange smell.

The next moment, the old Arab man spoke in blunt Central Plains dialect: "The wise man, the wisdom of Arabia, just refuse to obey and hack him to death."

Cheng Yaojin was startled, his eyes lit up, his thick eyebrows curved into an arc.

"Oh? You think so too?"

Seeing this scene, Wei Zheng didn't want to say anything anymore. The people in this land are uncivilized now. Compared with Huaxia, they are more like people from the early years. Slavery is still rampant, and everyone has There is a strict slave-like hierarchy.

Wei Zheng picked up a glass of wine and sighed, "Going south, maybe it's the country in the legend."

"I don't know where Li Daozong and Xuanzang are. I heard that they crossed the mountains, but there is no news back."

Wei Zheng looked into the distance, especially the southern sky and the big sun above his head, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

What would happen if he was in the so-called Tianzhu Buddhist kingdom?
Li Daozong and Xuanzang were not having a good time. They were not the ten thousand soldiers. After experiencing many obstacles along the way, they finally stepped on the so-called Tianzhu.

But in Tianzhu now, there are not many big battles, but countless small battles.

Blind faith makes them exhausted.

There were not many soldiers left along the way, and Li Daozong gritted his teeth to ensure the safety of the team.

Of the [-] troops, there are now less than [-] left, and Xuanzang was even tanned along the way.

That handsome monk, now has an old look. After being exposed to the scorching sun continuously, everyone will become helpless, his skin will be chapped, and he will even look old.

This is the same as those people who are often on the construction site in later generations. After a long period of time, they will become old and feeble.

Xuanzang is still handsome, but Mingming is not very old, but looks like a middle-aged man.

Li Daozong felt even more uncomfortable, he looked like an old man even though he was middle-aged.

"Let's eat something."

"Although this stuff doesn't taste good, at least it's edible."

Xuanzang shook his head, "Eat it, they touched it with their left hand."

Li Daozong was stunned, with helplessness on his face: "Master Xuanzang, why are you so obsessed with this?"

Xuanzang was expressionless. He was hungry. His stomach had been rumbling for a long time, but since he knew what these Indians were doing with their left hands, he didn't want to eat anymore.

What did these people do with their left hands, and then clap their hands, and...

It hurts to think about it.

"Where did you buy this?"

Li Daozong smiled and looked at the whole cow in front of him, "I didn't buy it, but there was a cow over there, so I caught it and roasted it, and made it into soup. The big guy hasn't eaten meat for many days."

A trace of disbelief flashed in Xuanzang's eyes, this is Tianzhu.

You actually killed a cow directly?

In the iron pot and on the fire, there is beef!

That is a terrible existence!

I thought it was a sheep, but Xuanzang knew the taste of all kinds of animal meat, and suddenly panicked.

"Do you know what people in this place like best?"

"In their eyes, gods are cows, and cows are the incarnation of gods."

"We're in trouble."

After Xuanzang finished speaking, he got up and began to pack his things. Li Daozong's eyes turned red instantly, with a hint of disdain, "I'm going to eat today, and no one can stop me."

"Isn't it just beef?"

"Is there no normal people in Tianzhu?"

"Didn't we in the Tang Dynasty not be able to eat beef? Look at it now?"

Li Daozong was in a hurry, waving the long knife in his hand, "Come here, let's eat."

Tianzhu is a very strange place, full of strange Shariwa, full of food and drink, Li Daozong took Xuanzang into the city, looking for Kasyapa Temple, but no one has said where Kassapa Temple is.

Xuanzang sighed, "General, it's not a big deal to find him like this."

Li Daozong also knew that it was not a problem to look for it like this, but he only had 1 people. If he had 10 people, it would be easy, just call all the way.

It seems that the level of warfare of the Tianzhu people is still at the same level as before. Facing the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, they are all destined to be slaughtered.

When the time comes, find one or two people who can understand Datang official dialect, and just ask them clearly.

"Little friend, are you from Chang'an?"

An old man's voice came from behind, and there was excitement and tremor in the voice.

Xuanzang turned his head and saw the old man with white hair, his face was full of sadness and excitement, "Old man, you..."

"I'm from Chang'an, what year is it in the Sui Dynasty?"

Li Daozong laughed loudly: "Da Sui? Da Sui is dead!"

The old man was stunned, and then burst into tears, "It's over, it's over, Sui is gone, how is the Central Plains? Are you still fighting?"

Li Daozong was refreshed: "Tell you, old guy, now it's Datang's world!"

"Datang will create a country that is stronger than ever before. If you can go back alive, you may still be able to see it."