Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 262 Chang'an
South Zhan Buzhou, Datang, Chang'an.

"Ximen Street, Ximen Street, yes, it's a good place." Mo Chen nodded secretly, looking at the word "Ximen" on the archway, feeling very complacent.

"My lord, this is not the place you should come to. You should go home and study quickly. It's the right way to get the top score!" A small vegetable vendor next to him said aloud.

"Oh? Why can't I come, I'm here to do business." Mo Chen said to the vegetable vendor with a smile, and then strode in.

Mo Chen was wearing a purple jade shirt, a sapphire belt around his waist, and a black jade crown on his hair. Out of tune.

This Ximen Street is a well-known commercial street in Chang'an Chengfang City. It has everything from melons, fruits and vegetables, daily necessities, jewelry and jade, furs and mink clothes. However, in the past, the nobles in the city mostly sent some The servants came to purchase, but disciples like Mo Chen rarely came here, that's why the little vegetable vendor spoke up.

The little vegetable vendor had good intentions, this Ximen Street has all kinds of gangsters, and a good young man like Mo Chen, who is ignorant of the world, is afraid that he will be visited by thieves several times if he wanders in for a while.

Seeing that Mo Chen couldn't be persuaded, the vegetable vendor couldn't help shaking his head, and muttered to himself: "I'm afraid this young man has lost his mind, so he can't count without counting, and he's still doing business."

Mo Chen looked at the shops on both sides of the street, looking for a shop that is pleasing to the eye. He was not lying, he really came to do business, and what he did was a business of great merit. The bickering led to a bet between Jinghe Longjun outside the city and Yuan Shoucheng.

So what if Mo Chen intervened?

He walked all the way, I don't know how many thieves looked at this fat sheep and drooled, but every little thief who reached out to touch his pocket fell down, bumped into someone, or had a stomachache for no reason. No one can come near him.

"Well, that's right, Jubaozhai is bright enough, conspicuous enough, and protected by dragon aura, that's it!"

Mo Chen looked at the antique shop in the center of the street, and nodded secretly. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "Why, Master Jiazi, why did you come to me here?"

Not far behind him, a golden armored god general stood there with a respectful expression on his face. The mortals who came and went turned a blind eye to this golden armored god general.

The Jiazi general said: "Master uncle, the scripture taker has already been ordained, and worshiped under the door of Abbot Faming of Jinshan Temple outside the city."

Jin Chanzi was ten years old at this time, and he had been leading a cultivation practice at Jinshan Temple before.

"Okay, these small things are bothering me, come to me someday when there is something you can't handle." Mo Chen waved his hand angrily, and strode into the antique shop. As for his own shop, Jin Chanzi doesn't need him right now.

Since Tang Xuanzang was born, he had six Ding Liujia four-valued meritorious officers and [-] protectors and guards. These gods guarded him day and night. Ordinary little demons and demons couldn't get close to him, and the abbot of Jinshan Temple Faming Elder It is an arhat reincarnated, dedicated to guarding little Xuanzang, there is no god or demon who is at the peak of a celestial being, so don't even think about getting close to little Xuanzang.

Mo Chen personally went to see little Xuanzang, this little monk didn't say that he was a disciple of the Tathagata, the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, just because of his status as a good man in ten lifetimes in the mortal world, if ordinary gods and demons eat him, he will make great progress in Taoism , it's no wonder that a group of gods are closely guarded. If it's cold before they set off, wouldn't Jieyin and Zhunti jump their feet angrily?

God General Jiazi came to report the letter excitedly, but it didn't work out. He couldn't help but rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and thought to himself: This uncle is really hard to serve. Want to inform him, but this meeting thinks he is annoying.

Liu Ding Liujia is a disciple of Master Xuandu, so he should be called Mo Chen's uncle.

"What are you doing here, and you don't look at the scripture learner? Do I still need your protection, your uncle?" Mo Chen said angrily, looking at the general Jiazi who was standing blankly by the side.

"Master, take care, I'm leaving first, and if you need something, call me to wait, anyway, Xuanzang is not short of us." Said the God General Jiazi, holding the Dao formula in his hand, a golden light flashed all over his body, and disappeared immediately up.

Mo Chen shook his head. These one and two were slack when they saw that there were too many guards. If something really happened, let's see how they explained it. He didn't reflect on himself. street.

"My lord, what would you like to order?"

The servant guarding the door of the antique shop was a discerning servant. Seeing Mo Dust's attire, he looked like a prince and young master of a noble family, and hurriedly greeted him eagerly.

Mo Chen stepped in, looked around, and said, "Your antique store is quite big, the business must be very good, right?"

The servant looked very pleased, and said: "That's right, our Jubaozhai is the largest antique shop in Chang'an City, and even the palace officials often buy some gold, silver and jade ornaments from us, and in our area, It is the best in the entire West City, with the most traffic, business travelers traveling from north to south, who doesn't know the name of our Jubaozhai?"

"That's it, little brother, you make a price, this Jubaozhai, I bought it!" Mo Chen said quite satisfied, he figured it out, and turned around to make an iron-mouthed magic sign to see how Yuan Shoucheng was doing. Based on Ximen Street, without the haunting of Jinghe Dragon King's ghost, how did Tang Seng come on stage?
Of course, the main purpose is to see how the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who is in charge of running this matter handles this matter. Journey to the West will happen eventually, and Mo Chen can't stop it, it's just a little bad taste in his heart.

Can't you, Yuan Shoucheng, be able to tell fortunes? The Dragon King of Jinghe is so good that you have to kill him. Can't you, Wei Zheng, kill dragons in your dreams?
When the servant heard this, the smile on his face suddenly changed, and he said coldly: "My lord, you are not here to play with the little one, are you? If you don't buy something, don't blame the little one for seeing off the guests!"

"Tricking you, what can I do to trick you? Open your dog eyes!" Mo Chen smiled lightly, waving his sleeves, and saw a sudden brilliance flash on the empty bluestone floor, and more Chests of gold came.

"How, here is 1 taels of gold, but can I buy your shop?"

The servant stared at the golden gold that Mo Dust had conjured up, his eyeballs almost fell down, he was stunned for a long time, and suddenly he yelled strangely: "Monster, there is a monster!" He panicked and went towards the shopkeeper in the backyard... …

(End of this chapter)