Starting from Nine to Five Tang Sanzang

The 3000-year flat peaches each provide two water attribute rules, and the 6000-year flat peaches only provide half because Tang Seng has eaten a lot, five points of the rule.

The four flat peaches add up to provide a total of 400 years of Taoism, and the eleven-point rule.

The law was only a little short of one thousand, and Tang Seng took out the pot of immortal wine directly.

Shaking slightly, more than he imagined.

He quickly filled a pot for himself.

'Ding!Congratulations to the host for serving the immortal wine and gaining a hundred years of Taoism. '

"Unfortunately! There is no law of increase."

Tang Seng, who heard the words, had a look of disappointment in his eyes.

Shaking his head, he had no choice but to put away the wine first.

There is no law in it, and there is no rush to drink it now.

When they came out of the cave, Monkey King and the others were already practicing, even Zhu Bajie was no exception.

Tang Seng didn't disturb them, and jumped to the edge of the cliff where he often practiced.

Facing the sea, Tang Seng also fell into the practice of the turbulent water waves.

The purple air came from the east, the great sun rose from the east and fell from the west, Tang Seng did not move.

As for Sun Wukong and others, those who should be practicing are also practicing.

A half moon in a flash!

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Tang Seng looked at the majestic sea in front of him, jumped up and ran out quickly.

He now has the strength of the peak Taiyi Golden Immortal, Tang Seng thought about going to the sea area last time.

Ao Xin has not appeared for a long time, and it is obvious that he is attacking the Heavenly Wonderland.

Although I can't remember that place like Ao Xin, but the approximate location is still very clear.

The primordial purple qi still quietly floated in his body, Tang Seng really didn't want it.

Good things are good things, but he has a system and is not rare at all.

After a while, Tang Seng came to the sea area he had been to.

The azure water stretches as far as the eye can see, and with his strength, he still can't find the mysterious island.

"Hey!"

After searching back and forth dozens of times, Tang Seng could only let out a deep sigh.

Just as Tang Seng was about to go back in disappointment, a figure in the distance suddenly caught his attention.

That person obviously also spotted Tang Seng, and hurried over in a cloud.

"Which fairy friend is here?"

A kind voice came from afar.

Seeing the running figure, Tang Seng's eyes lit up instantly.

With a bald head and a little fat body, he wore a string of huge beads around his neck, and a robe was casually draped over his body.

Most importantly, the visitor was barefoot.

While walking, there was a golden glow on both feet.

Barefoot Immortal, the famous Sanxian in Journey to the West.

When the Queen Mother held a peach party, she had to take the initiative to invite people.

Tang Seng did not expect that he would meet him during his trip to the East China Sea.

"Poverty Tang Sanzang! Is the immortal friend a barefoot immortal?"

Tang Seng who greeted him said with a smile on his face.

After spending so long in Journey to the West, except for a few bodhisattvas, they are all goblins on the way to learn scriptures, and now I finally met another face.

"Oh! So it's a holy monk! It's better to see once than to hear about it!"

When the Barefoot Immortal who came up to greet him heard the words, his eyes brightened instantly.

Although he has traveled all over the world, Tang Seng has become famous recently, so he has naturally heard of it.

Seeing that the other party knew him, Tang Seng was also slightly surprised.

After all, the other party is just a loose fairy, and he still likes to run around.

Don't think about it, it must be the Pingdingshan incident some time ago.

"The Immortal is in such a hurry, where do you want to go?"

Tang Seng smiled slightly and asked curiously.

Rubbing his stomach, the barefoot immortal didn't hide anything, and said enthusiastically: "Several immortal friends are hosting a banquet in Sandao, please invite me to meet up. If you are interested, the holy monk can go with you."

Tang Seng's eyes lit up when he heard the words.

After Sun Wukong was crushed on the Five Elements Mountain, he had no friends, let alone Zhu Bajie and Sha Monk.

One is delicious and lazy, and the other is boring.

Tang Seng has long wanted to expand his contacts on the Journey to the West, but unfortunately it doesn't matter. Now that the Barefoot Immortal is welcoming him warmly, there is no reason to refuse.

As the invited person, if he can take the initiative to invite him, it is obvious that the person invited must be a friend of the Barefoot Immortal, and of course it is also very likely that the other party is a hospitable person.

"That's it! The poor monk will disturb you!"

"You're welcome! Holy Monk! Please!"

The barefoot immortal with a big smile motioned Tang Seng to accompany him.

Seeming to have thought of something, the barefoot immortal asked strangely: "I just took a look from a distance, what does the holy monk seem to be searching for?"

After a little hesitation, Tang Seng didn't hide it.

"The poor monk saw an island here before, but he couldn't see it when he approached."

The island is so mysterious, even if the other party knows it is useless.

The Barefoot Immortal was not surprised when he heard the words, but said calmly: "The East China Sea is the domain of the Immortal Mansion. There used to be many great supernatural powers standing here, and there are many hidden fairy islands. Unfortunately, those who are not lucky can't visit. It is considered lucky that the monk can meet each other."

"This poor monk is so greedy!"

Seeing that the Barefoot Immortal said so, Tang Seng also laughed.

"This Tang Monk is not as different as the rumors say."

After talking for a while, the Barefoot Immortal was puzzled.

Taking the initiative to meet Tang Seng is not only because of his status as a Buddhist scripture, but also because of Tang Seng's strength.

He is the Great Luo Jinxian who has been famous for many years, but he can't see through Tang Seng's realm.

Obviously, this monk Tang is very mysterious.

As for Tang Seng's Buddhist status, he didn't care.

The two laughed and chatted all the way, and after a while, a fairy island in the distance appeared in front of them.

"This is Fangzhang Island, one of the ten continents and three islands in the East China Sea. We will meet on the island."

Seeing the surprise in Tang Seng's eyes, the Barefoot Immortal quickly explained.

Tang Seng, who heard the words, immediately looked expectant.

Of course, he has heard of Shizhou and Sandao, where many gods live in Journey to the West.

It's just approaching, and sure enough, there are green mountains and green waters on the island, pavilions and pavilions,

From time to time, there are cranes volleying in the sky, and white deer galloping, what a peaceful place.

The two came to a place with a clear lake, and there was an open-air courtyard in the middle, and there were already many figures on it.

Spotting the barefoot immortals coming from the sky, they immediately looked sideways one by one.

When they saw Tang Seng, they all showed surprise.

These gods get together from time to time, and they are basically acquaintances, but they have never met Tang Seng.

"My fellow immortals! I meet a fellow immortal on the road today, and I invite you to come here."

The barefoot immortal who fell slowly said to the crowd who came up.

Tang Seng, who followed closely, looked at the people in front of him with surprise in his eyes.

Although he had never seen them before, Tang Seng recognized them at a glance from the attire and attire of the crowd.

In Chinese mythology, there are many legendary Eight Immortals among the people.

You may not be able to tell the difference when you take one or two out, but when you stand together, you can see them at a glance.

When Tang Seng looked at the Eight Immortals, the Eight Immortals also looked up and down at Tang Seng.

Wearing cassocks, they should be from the Lingshan Mountain in the Western Heaven, but they didn't have the slightest impression of Tang Seng's face.

Chapter 119 The Surprised Eight Immortals

Tang Seng clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "You must be the Eight Immortals!"

A man with a long sword on his back came up to meet him, and said with surprise: "Which Bodhisattva or Buddha in the West is the holy monk, we don't even know him?"

The remaining Eight Immortals also looked at Tang Seng in amazement.

At a glance, you can't see through the realm of Tang Monk. With such high strength, it is not a Bodhisattva but a Buddha.

Although the Lingshan Mountains in the West Heaven are far apart, they have been immortals for a long time. Bodhisattvas and Buddhas know more or less about them, but they don't know Tang Monk.

The key point is that Tang Seng still knows them, which makes them very surprised.

Tang Seng recognized this person, Lu Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, immediately said softly: "Poor monk Tang Sanzang!"

"Tang Sanzang!"

"That Pingdingshan teased the old gentleman and boy?"

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After Tang Seng reported his family name, there were exclamations from the opposite side.

The Eight Immortals, including Lu Dongbin, all looked at Tang Seng in astonishment, with strange expressions on their faces.

Tang Seng was depressed. As he expected, his reputation was entirely due to the Pingdingshan incident.

He did this only to better complete the catastrophe of learning from the scriptures, but he didn't know that it was passed on so quickly.

It's a bit embarrassing for these people to be regarded as the disciples of Laojun.

Seemingly seeing the strange look on Tang Seng's face, Tieguai Li hurried up and said with a smile: "There may be some misunderstanding, holy monk, don't blame! Don't blame!"

Although he was puzzled in his heart, several of them were from the immortal family, so naturally they didn't show it.

Lu Dongbin also stepped forward and said: "Now the holy monk is destined to come, so we can sit together."

"Several immortal friends have no other intentions, I hope the holy monk will not mind."

The Barefoot Immortal next to him also said with a smile.

He also heard about those deeds, but talking along the way, it was obvious that Tang Seng was not that kind of person.

"Nothing! Nothing!"

Tang Seng waved his hand.

Sure enough, good things don't leave a name, and bad things spread thousands of miles. I just hope that the gods of the three realms don't treat him as a pervert.

Although Tang Seng recognized them, he stepped forward to introduce them one by one.

In the courtyard building in the lake, there are no desks or seats, only a few stone piers and rockery.

The people walking back, either sitting or lying down, all of them are wild and unrestrained, so unrestrained.

Immediately, the crowd each took out a lot of good wine and fairy fruits and put them on the table.