Stunning beauty

The sun is heading west.

wilderness.

The carriage rumbled past, and in front of the carriage, Wen Xiuru, dressed in a Confucian robe, waved his whip and drove the carriage competently, wholeheartedly being the groom, without any complaints.

After leaving the capital for many days, Wen Xiuru's Confucian robes are still as clean as new. Even if he is not motivated, he still has the pride of being a Confucian disciple.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Wen Xiuru turned his head to look at the carriage behind him, and asked, "Confucian head, Zhang Zun, it's getting dark, rest for the night, wait until dawn before leaving."

"it is good."

In the carriage, Kong Qiu responded, and with the support of Faru, he got out of the carriage carefully.

The boundless wilderness has no end in sight. Under the setting sun, the breeze is blowing, and the afterglow of the setting sun is shining, embellishing the wilderness so beautifully.

Wen Xiuru looked around, then quickly left to find dry wood for a fire.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, not long after Wen Xiuru left, thirteen figures appeared in the distance, the leader was dressed in a white monk robe, and the blood-red Buddha seal on the brow exuded the faintly visible light of Buddha, his face was like a child, Even after thousands of catastrophes, nothing has changed.

"That is?"

Faru saw the thirteen figures approaching in front of him, showing surprise on his face, and said, "The head of Confucianism is a disciple of Buddha, Sanzang."

Hearing Faru's reminder, Kong Qiu looked over.

"Buddha, there seems to be someone ahead."

At this time, under the setting sun, among the 13 people, Wei Tuo, who was closest to Sanzang, spoke and reminded.

"Amitabha, I see."

Sanzang responded and said, "Go over and say hello."

The 13 people then walked towards the two old men in front.

Soon, 13 people headed by Sanzang came to the two old people.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang glanced in front of Faru, whom he had seen more than once, and soon moved his gaze to the old man beside Faru.

Although it was the first time they met, Sanzang still recognized or guessed the identity of the old man at a glance.

"Little monk Sanzang, I have met the Confucian leader."

Sanzang clasped his hands together and respectfully performed a disciple salute. In front of the old man in front of him, everyone in the world could only regard himself as a disciple, because the old man is the real teacher of the world.

In the rear, the twelve believers were shocked when they heard the title of Buddha's son, and hurriedly saluted together.

Saint, Confucian leader!

"Buddhism, one generation has one Dharma sea, and one millennium has one Tripitaka, that's right."

Kong Qiu looked at the Buddha in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on his old face, and said, "I heard that little guy Li Ziye mentioned you several times, and the story between you and Qingqing is familiar to me."

"Let the head of Confucianism laugh."

Sanzang replied with some embarrassment.

"The love of all living beings is love, and the love of men and women is also love. There is no shame in it."

Kong Qiu smiled and said, "At the beginning, you had kind thoughts in your heart and saved the goddess of the monster race. It was an opportunity for the two races. For thousands of years, the two races have opposed each other and hated each other. Perhaps your kind thoughts can help you Let go of the thousand years of resentment."

The Goddess of the Monster Race is immortal. At the beginning, even if Sanzang did not save her, the emperor of the Monster Race could resurrect her. However, if this result is the result, the hatred between the two races will undoubtedly be further deepened. There will be no subsequent series of events.

The most direct result is that in the battle against the Gods, the Goddess of the Yaozu will definitely not help the Li family boy, and the outcome of the battle against the Gods will be unpredictable.

"Amitabha."

After hearing the words of the Confucian leader, Sanzang fell silent, and after a while, he said softly, "I am willing to do my best to resolve the hatred between the two races, but the monster race needs a place to live, and the human race also needs enough territory to multiply. , is difficult to reconcile."

"There's always a way."

Kong Qiu said calmly, "As long as the hatred is eliminated, peace talks can be used instead of war and the conflict between the two races can be resolved."

"Ami, but Brother Li said that no one would sit at the negotiating table and negotiate peace without experiencing the pain of war."

Sanzang responded, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked, "The Confucian leader, even the human race has been at war for thousands of years. Is it really possible for the human race and the monster race to talk about peace?"

"You didn't understand what that kid meant."

Kong Qiu calmly explained, "War is only a means, not an end. Although the human race has been experiencing wars, it is a fact that the various races of the human race coexist. There is no need to achieve absolute peace between the monster race and the human race. Absolute peace cannot exist, as long as the human race can coexist for a long time, it is enough."

While the two were talking, not far away, Wen Xiuru came over with a pile of dry firewood. After seeing Sanzang in front of him, his expression was slightly surprised, but he didn't take it seriously, acting like a transparent person. I found an open space to light a fire and busy myself with my own affairs.

Seeing this, Faru walked over and reminded, "Xiuru, you are about the same age as Sanzang, and your cultivation level is not much different. You should communicate more and learn from each other."

Wen Xiuru heard Faru's reminder, raised his head, and responded, "Master Zhang, this disciple is not the opponent of Buddha's disciple, disciple should be angry."

"..."

Hearing the words, Faru almost didn't get pissed off on the spot, endured and endured, and said patiently, "It's not that I want you to fight to death, but to simply exchange martial arts experience and improve your own martial arts. What's the future, such a good opportunity, if you don't cherish it, it will be a waste."

Wen Xiuru had heard Faru's words, nodded obediently, and replied, "Okay, after the disciple has lit the fire, I will talk to the Buddha."

Faru saw that the unsatisfactory disciple in front of him was still motionless, obsessed with making a fire, and he didn't know what to say anymore, so he shook his head helplessly and didn't say any more.

When can't make a fire, this kid, doesn't he have any desire to win?

Not far away, Confucius looked at the Buddha in front of him and the twelve believers behind him, and asked, "Sanzang, how does it feel to take on the faith?"

"It's heavy."

Sanzang replied truthfully, "It's like a heavy load, and I dare not handle it lightly."

"Feeling heavy is not a bad thing."

Kong Qiu said calmly, "Only when you know its importance can you take it seriously. Remember, faith should be a mirror to pursue the truth, not a shackle to enslave believers."

"Your monk has memorized the teachings of the Confucian leader." Sanzang responded with a respectful salute.

"Okay, you young people, let's talk, and the old man will rest for a while." Kong Qiu waved his hand and said.

Hearing this, Sanzang bowed again, and immediately walked towards Wenxiuru not far away.

Soon, before the bonfire, the two looked at each other. After the first battle in Luoshuihe, the two met for the first time. Some of them did not have the joy of meeting an old friend, but only smiled helplessly when the unbearable memories lingered in their hearts again.

The intersection of the two is not too much, apart from the few times they met each other in Mobei, they are the bitter memories of being picked up and beaten by the goddess Tantai at the bank of Luoshui.

In detail, it can be regarded as a friend who shares weal and woe, but there is no sweetness, only bitterness.