Journey to the West: The criminal police handle the case, and the immortal Buddha retreats

The winding ancient road is narrow and quiet, and the bluestone steps under the feet are covered with moss. The young criminal policeman gently waved the seven-foot long-handled baton in his hand to open the way.Delicate Lily and Nvluo cling to the branches and hang down in all directions, swaying with the breeze, gently brushing his warm and jade-like face.

Two hours passed, and apart from noticing a lot of relic plants of the Celestial Dynasty around, I didn't even find half a ghost along the way.The young criminal police squatted and rested under the pine shade by the side of the road, his face became more and more gloomy, as if he could drip water.

As the sun passed over his head, the young criminal policeman took out a small dark book the size of a baby's palm from his pocket, which was his mutated police ID.Gently opened it, lowered the head to examine it carefully, and saw the words "Zhou Tian People's Criminal Police" written in six large purple and golden block letters on the upper page.

The content on the next page has also been falsified in a mess.

Name: Wang Shi

Race: Terran

Police number: ws94250
Police rank: Constable 0.03 ([-]%)

Reward: 2 times

Responsibilities: Hunt down cannibals

Expiry date: 23~88
In addition, there is a special three-dimensional official seal in the blank space in the lower right corner, which is composed of a circle of eye-catching small red characters: Zhou Tian Produced by the Ministry of Public Security of the People's Republic of China.

"Crap! Believe it or not, I'm going to complain to you!"

Wang Shi cursed at the greatly altered certificate.

What kind of existence is the Zhoutian People's Republic?
He was born as a man of the Celestial Dynasty, and he was also a ghost of the Celestial Dynasty when he died.

Ho Ho... Ho Ho...

A roar that trembled in the depths of the dense forest suddenly made Wang Shi's hair stand on end, and his scalp became numb. He quickly closed his mouth, held his breath and concentrated.

Wang Shi, who was much calmer, had to accept the reality. He hesitated again and again, and slowly stretched out his left index finger, touching the uneven round red letter official seal with familiarity. This time Wang Shi did not choose to resist the stream of obscure information pouring into his mind.

After a while, Wang Shi digested the simple and formulaic information. Although he still didn't know where he traveled, he at least understood his new identity and what he was going to do next.

There was no place to discuss it, and Wang Shi knew that he was powerless to resist their plans.From today onwards, he is a criminal policeman affiliated to the Ministry of Public Security of the Zhoutian People's Republic, but his duty is only one empty one: arresting cannibals!
Just thinking about the police uniforms, batons, and handcuffs endowed with the ability to swallow and evolve infinitely, it can be seen that the cannibals must be some extraordinary monsters, and his heart can't help but be covered with layers of haze.

Good fortune and misfortune are naturally unpredictable, but there are many evils and few good fortunes.

"Brother, are you okay over there?"

His brother Wang Lei, who died in the line of duty, has always been his belief.

After turning two big bends again, Wang Shi's pupils shrank rapidly, and at the same time slowed down his breathing rhythm. On the stone steps in front of him was sitting a rough woodcutter dressed as an ancient man.

A dozen or so steps apart, the two stared at each other briefly.

The woodcutter wears a bamboo hat on his head, a kapok cloth on his body, and a pair of dry sedge sandals on his feet.In the crook of the left arm is a hemp rope the thickness of a pigeon egg, coiled loosely seven or eight times.Holding a steel ax in his right hand, the slanted blade shines brightly against the sun.

In the end, it was Wang Shi who spoke first: "I am an orphan wandering in all directions. I strayed into Baoshan and lost my way. I asked my brother."

Ha ha!

The woodcutter laughed for no reason, and replied slowly: "Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai is here."

"Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai?" Wang Shi was shocked when he heard the words, and then asked urgently, "Is there a cave with a slanting moon and three stars on the mountain, and is there an old god with great powers in the cave?"

The woodcutter was slightly surprised: "Are you also looking for immortality?"

"Why did my brother say that?"

"Yesterday, a moron with a rough face and a thunderous mouth went up the mountain to learn from his teacher. I haven't seen him turn back down the mountain. I don't know if he entered the fairy gate or the beast's mouth!" The woodcutter shook his head and sighed.

Traveling to the world of Journey to the West, and it was the time when the Monkey King had just gone to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain to learn from his teacher, Wang Shi was full of thoughts for a while.

African Emirates!

Wang Shi subconsciously grasped the baton in his hand, and now he had the urge to jump.Journey to the West is a world full of monsters and ghosts. There are many cannibals, and even some gods in the sky can eat people. He only feels that his future is dark.

"Yes! I'm here to seek immortality and Taoism."

Ma Dan, if you don't seize the opportunity to enter the crash course on cultivating immortals organized by Patriarch Subhuti, and study hard, don't say anything about killing cannibals in the future, I'm afraid you will directly become the rations of cannibals!
Hearing Wang Shi's firm and forceful words, the woodcutter pondered silently for a moment, and said in a somewhat spirited voice: "Idiots, they are all idiots. You don't need to look for a destiny, and you can't ask for a destiny. There are arrangements in the dark. Everyone in the world Daoist gods are good, people in the world ask about the road to longevity, and they don’t know the boundless sea of ​​suffering, just do one hundred thousand good deeds, accumulate eight thousand virtues, get rid of the six dusts of the body, and have no two masters in the heart, and the day of achieving the right fruit will be achieved.”

"Thank you brother for teaching me, goodbye!"

Wang Shi took a deep look at the woodcutter, passed him and continued climbing.Putting all this nonsense aside, he just wants to go to cultivate immortals and learn some real skills.

Until his legs and feet were sore and numb, Wang Shi finally saw a three-eaves gatehouse in the style of a hanging mountain.Looking up at the large jade plaque on the gate tower, there are four big characters like a knife and an axe: Tianwai Xianzong.

There are jagged rocks on both sides, and there are long clusters of repairs.

After tidying up his somewhat messy appearance, Wang Shi resolutely stepped across the gatehouse, walked across two floors of empty stone terraces, and climbed to the vestibule of the cave mansion. The last thing he saw was an iron gate connected to the mountain. There stands a quaint sundial.

"Stop, who are you?"

The pretty shouts sounded through the iron gate, and Wang Shi searched for the sound, and it turned out to be a ten-year-old Xiaodao boy.

"My name is Wang Shi, and I'm here to learn from a teacher, please pass it on."

Daotong waved his hand: "Our patriarch will not accept any more apprentices, you go down the mountain!"

"No, it's impossible!" Wang Shi couldn't believe it, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Please help me, brother, go in and report, I will be very grateful."

In his spare time, he is also a fan of Journey to the West, and he clearly remembers that Patriarch Subhuti will take the twelfth generation of students, and when the Monkey King came to apprentice, it was only the tenth generation!

Daotong said impatiently: "Why are you so annoying, the Patriarch is preaching in the main hall, and there is no time to see you at all."

"In that case, I'll wait here."

"Hmph! I really don't understand human speech."

Daotong ran into the cave angrily, but he didn't say whether he would tell him or not, so Wang Shi had to wait at the door, thinking that he might not be unaware of the supernatural power of Patriarch Subhuti.

As a result, the wait was half a day and one night.

Chen Xi quietly climbed onto the side of Wang Shi's face. He sat cross-legged in a corner of the vestibule, leaning against the hollowed-out jade railing.Even though he was tired and sleepy, and his stomach was growling, his eyes were still fixed on the iron gate, for fear of missing something.

"Are you also here to learn art from a teacher?"

When the sundial pointed to Si Shi, just when Wang Shi was about to give up his apprenticeship, a furry head suddenly poked out obliquely from behind.

Wang Shi was startled by his ferocious face at first, and when he took a closer look, he said excitedly, "You...you are Monkey King!"

Sun Wukong suddenly jumped up to Wang Shi, moved his face very close, stared sharply at Wang Shi and asked, "How do you know my name?"

There seemed to be something floating in the pair of dark golden pupils, Wang Shi felt inexplicably suffocated on the spot, and his heart shuddered.