Journey to the West: Begins with Tiger Vanguard

Chapter 130 is difficult!

Spring March.

Spring blossoms.

The gentle breeze blows on your face, causing ripples on the lake and swaying the willows.

Qi Hu sighed
For a moment, it was unclear whether he was sighing for the pilgrim team or for himself.

At this time, the ghost manager Xiong Er would not say anything else. He just stood there quietly, waiting.

A good while.

Qi Hucai spoke again: "Notify the palace and tell His Majesty about this."

"Also, make some preparations. When they come back, hold a ceremony outside the city to welcome them."

"If anyone has any objections, just say it's my order."

"After all, he is a great monk from the Tang Dynasty who held a national assembly for my Chechi Kingdom. The people of the country benefited from it. I don't know how many lifetimes it took to accumulate this blessing."

"Also, make the scene bigger."

"Then I will take your Majesty to greet you."

After saying that, Qi Hu waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

Hearing these words, Xiong Er immediately remembered them and nodded: "Yes, sir."

Xiong Er left quickly.

Qi Hu sat on the bench, temporarily losing interest in fishing and starting to think quietly.

This time the pilgrim team toured the entire territory of Chechi Kingdom, and did not miss a single town. Even though Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie sometimes intentionally reduced the number of visits, the several guides were very diligent and conscientious in bringing the team to every place they should go.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong was the most stable along the way, more stable than Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie, if Sun Wukong had not spoken.

No matter how smart the guide Qi Hu specially arranged was, it was of no avail.

Everyone is coming back.

Qi Hu naturally wanted to prepare a grand ceremony to welcome them, and at the same time improve the favorability of the pilgrim team.

Anyway, this difficulty, although the strength of other cultivators is far inferior to the other big monsters blocking the way.

But in reality, it consumed a lot of time, effort and energy of the team!
If the other seventy or eighty difficulties in memory remain unchanged, then the difficulty of him being in charge of Chechi Kingdom, I dare not say that it ranks first among the eighty-one difficulties, but it is estimated that there should be no controversy about it being ranked in the top few.

Now, all that’s left to complete this difficulty is the final touch.

Wait for them to come back and then receive them well and treat them with sincerity. This way, even if they find out about this in the future, they won't make things difficult for you.

However, there is still about half a month before they come back.
Think of this.

Qi Hu stood up, put away his fishing gear, and with clouds forming under his feet, he flew high into the sky.

Quickly flew away from Chechi Kingdom.

He flew towards the western direction of the Kingdom of Women in Xiliang.

More than half a year.

I guess the things Nangong Qing promised him must have arrived.

The other party told him to go in a month, but he never moved.

We will be welcoming back the pilgrim team soon, so it is a good opportunity to do it together.

It flew past Chenjiazhuang, across the vast Tongtian River, and continued to speed westward.

At noon.

Qi Hu could see the Western Liang Women's Kingdom from afar from the sky.

Soon.

Just arrived above the capital of the Xiliang Women's Kingdom.

Qi Hu was about to speak.

Then I heard a voice coming from below.

"Brother Qi Dao is finally here."

Along with a cold and pleasant voice, a light figure in white feathers rose from a tall building in the center of the capital, flew up quickly, looked at Qi Hu and smiled, "I thought Brother Qi had forgotten it?"

“It’s so busy.”

Qi Hu bowed and smiled, "I finally have some free time. Sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."

"I have indeed made my junior sister wait for a long time."

At this moment, a strange male voice suddenly came from below.

When Qi Hu heard the voice, he turned around and saw a white-robed figure flying out from a high-rise building of the Shushan base in the capital and quickly flew up.

Looking at the person coming, he was a handsome man in a white robe, with a slender figure, fair skin, and a face as beautiful as a woman. He had the aura of a person with cultivation in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

Qi Hu's face was calm and he hadn't spoken yet.

The man quickly flew forward and stood side by side with Nangong Qing. He looked at him and introduced himself: "Chen Fan, Shushan Steward, thank you for saving my sister before."

After the man finished speaking, he bowed to Qi Hu, then raised his hand to put it on Nangong Qing's shoulder.

However, Nangong Qing reacted faster. When she noticed her senior brother's actions, she immediately stood aside, leaving her senior brother Chen Fan's hand empty.

How could Nangong Qing not understand what his senior brother was thinking? He immediately said calmly, "Senior brother, what are you doing?"

"Cough cough."

Chen Fan's face suddenly became a little awkward. He coughed lightly, then touched his nose and said unnaturally: "It's been a long time since I last saw Junior Sister. I miss her very much. We had such a good relationship when we were young, but we became estranged when we grew up."

Looking at the performance of his fellow brothers and sisters in front of him, Qi Hu naturally reacted.

In his previous life, whether in movies, TV shows or novels, he had seen too many such situations. Isn't this the scenario where the senior brother is interested but the junior sister is jealous unintentionally?

I didn't expect it to happen in front of me today, and it seemed that I was the one who made the other party jealous.

This is too bloody.
Qi Hu was speechless for a moment, then he bowed to the other party and said: "I am Qi Shanjun, the evil demon, everyone has the right to kill you, I just did what I should do."

Hear this.

Chen Fan, who had recovered, immediately smiled and said, "No matter what, I have to thank Brother Qi for saving my sister."

talking.

Chen Fan suddenly had a storage bag in his hand, so he handed it over and continued, "I hope Fellow Daoist Qi doesn't think this is too little."

Looking at the storage bag that the other party suddenly handed over.

To be honest, Qi Hu actually wanted to take it over.

But Nangong Qing has a good personality, and he only knows Nangong Qing, a human cultivator from a big sect like Shushan.

The other party has the backing of Shushan, abundant resources and extensive channels, which is very helpful for him who comes from the demon clan.

He will definitely cause trouble to the other party in the future.

Just like today, he originally wanted to consult Nangong Qing about the relics from the bald monk and the women's skirt and robes.

At this time, of course, he couldn't ruin his image in the other party's eyes.

So he looked at the storage bag that Chen Fan handed over and shook his head indifferently, saying: "Fellow Daoist Nangong has already thanked me, Fellow Daoist Chen, please take it back."

"Brother!"

Seeing that her senior brother had tried to pick her up before and was now doing this again and again, Nangong Qing's expression suddenly turned cold. She said in dissatisfaction, then looked at Qi Hu and said, "Brother Qi, it's windy here. Come with me and have some hot tea."

Done.

Nangong Qing immediately turned around and flew downwards.

See this.

Qi Hu raised his hand and bowed to Chen Fan beside him, then followed.

Although he had some idea that Nangong Qing might have some feelings for him.

But he had no interest in Nangong Qing.

Because he is a demon, and Nangong Qing is a human, and from a big immortal sect like Shushan.

If we really mix them together, it might just be a lot of trouble.

Therefore, he didn't want to bother with this aspect.

If he really needs it, he might as well go to Jilei Mountain and find the fox demon Bai Tao, with whom he had a night of pleasure, to solve the problem.

But at the same time, he naturally had no good feelings towards Chen Fan, who came here and wanted to declare his sovereignty, but was slapped in the face.

Look at what happened just now.

Chen Fan was just wishful thinking. He hadn't even started yet, yet he was still thinking of demonstrating in front of him.

Although Qi Hu has no interest in Nangong Qing.

But he also didn't want Nangong Qing to be seduced by that pretty boy Chen Fan.

High in the rear.

Watching my junior sister go down with that guy with a strange name like Qi Shanjun.

Chen Fan quickly calmed down at this time.

Although Junior Sister was happy when she mentioned that guy, this was clearly a sign of affection.

But fortunately, it seems to him now that the guy is just normal to his junior sister.

In this case, he cannot be too obvious in his hostility towards the other party, so as to avoid causing a counterproductive effect.

Set your mind.

Having come up with an idea, Chen Fan immediately flew downwards.

Che Chiguo.

southwest direction.

On the edge of Changfeng County.

In the center of a slightly desolate wide square.

On a tall altar with a bright yellow color and a strong Buddhist symbol, there is a monk in a bright robe, with a tall figure, handsome face, red lips and white teeth. He is sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar, constantly lecturing on Buddhist scriptures and principles.

Below. The ground is wet and slightly muddy on the square.

A large number of residents, some sitting on stones, some on stools brought from home, or just standing, were surrounding the altar, listening to the monks from the capital preaching and praying.

Even though they didn't understand a word.

But the scriptures spoken by the monk on the high platform sounded very comfortable and soothing to the ears of the common people, which is why the common people were willing to come and listen.

Of course, there were also some women and girls who heard that the monk was very handsome and came for his appearance and demeanor.

Today is the last game.

Therefore, the number of people coming this time is the largest in recent days.

It was just that the weather was not good. It was gloomy and it rained for several days after the monks from the capital came.

It's really strange. In previous years, it was always sunny and the weather was very good at this time.

But spring rain is as precious as oil.

Apart from the fact that it is a bit troublesome to listen to the lectures of the great monks.

That is naturally very good for crops.

Looking at the sky today, it is gloomy again and it is expected to rain later.

Time passed slowly.

Just when the common people were immersed in the lecture by the eminent monk on the stage.

"Rumble"

A thunder suddenly came from the distant sky, waking up everyone in the square.

"Hey, it looks like it's going to rain again soon."

"Should we go back?"

"It's so relaxing to listen to this great monk preaching"

"What's the point of being at ease? It's going to rain soon. If you get sick from the rain, you'll have to spend money to avoid disaster. Let's see if you can be at ease!"

"Let's go."

"This muddy ground will be terrible if it rains. We won't be able to walk even if we want to."

"Hey, I brought an umbrella today."

"I also brought a straw raincoat and a straw hat."

"Listen, you must listen to it today."

For a while.

The spring thunder scared away many people who were listening to the sermon in the square, but many residents still stayed. Many of them put on straw raincoats and hats, and some wealthy people opened umbrellas.
In short, many people stayed in the square below to listen to the sermon in the rain.

The weather lived up to everyone's expectations, and soon raindrops began to float from the sky and started to fall.

But the common people were prepared.

On the high platform made of aligned stones in front, the monks and several strange-looking disciples on the altar were not prepared.

Feeling the fine raindrops falling on your face.

The bloated black fat Zhu Bajie immediately started to grumble. In the past, he was happiest when it rained, because the people below would run away, so his master wouldn't have to preach anymore, and he wouldn't have to follow him in the rain.

Now, I see many people wearing straw raincoats and hats, holding umbrellas, and some even holding black pots on their heads, listening to the lectures in the rain.

Zhu Bajie was furious and could not help but curse in a low voice: "Look at these plagued people. It's raining today, but they don't go back. They are still listening here. I, the old pig, have to stay here in the rain with them!"

aside.

Sun Wukong listened to Zhu Bajie complaining again, but ignored him. He just looked at his master Tang Sanzang who was still preaching in the rain on the altar in front of him with a concerned look on his face.

Sha Seng was as silent as ever. Although he was still looking at his master who was preaching in the rain on the altar, his expression was calm, as if no matter how much suffering his master Tang Sanzang endured, it had nothing to do with him.

As for Tang Sanzang himself.

At this time, the outer robes and the inner lining were completely wet.

He likes to preach and enjoys the process of preaching.

But on such a rainy day, his whole body was wet and freezing cold, and he couldn't bear it no matter how much he liked it.

But the group of people who had suffered from the plague had not yet left, and there were still so many of them left, so he naturally couldn't just stop like that.

I could only bite the bullet and continue chanting scriptures in the increasingly heavy rain.

"Rumble"

The sky grew darker.

The rain was getting heavier.

On the high altar.

Tang Sanzang could hardly open his eyes. He could only close them from time to time and open them from time to time, just to see if all the people below had run away.

But it's a pity.

Some people were scared away by the heavy rain, but some remained.

The people who were fully armed, wearing straw raincoats and hats, and sitting in the carriages had not left yet.

"Amitabha"

"What sin have I committed?"

The spring rain was crackling, hitting Tang Sanzang's fair face and causing him great pain. He sighed and cried out in his heart, but finally he accepted his fate and no longer bothered to peek. He just closed his eyes and recited, hoping to finish as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, he still had some professional ethics and did not say anything nonsense, but just sped up.

at last.

When the last scripture fell as expected.

Tang Sanzang heaved a sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes immediately, thinking that there would be thunderous applause for braving such a heavy rain, and that the people would later spread the story of his praying in the rain, thus increasing his reputation.

However, in the pouring rain, there was no one in the square at the moment.
Then look behind the altar.

He had three apprentices, one of whom was holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"I"

Seeing this made Tang Sanzang feel like vomiting blood.

"Master."

At this moment, Sun Wukong immediately rushed forward, opened the umbrella that had just been handed to him by the entourage arranged by the national teacher, and opened it for his master.

Tang Sanzang, who was soaked like a drowned chicken, wrapped in a bed sheet, walked down the altar with the help of Sun Wukong, looked at Zhu Bajie and said, "Wuneng, when did the donors below finish walking?"

"It's been a while since we finished walking."

Hearing the master's question, Zhu Bajie immediately said: "Master is really dedicated. After all those people left, the master didn't come down, so we brothers had to accompany them together."

“It’s been a while since I left.”

Hearing what Zhu Bajie said, Tang Sanzang was shocked. Did he think all his readings were in vain?

For a moment, Tang Sanzang's heart was in turmoil and he even wanted to vomit blood.

Fortunately, he was a man of good sense. After a long while, he recovered and consoled himself: "This is the last game. I have a beginning and an end."

“It’s important to have a beginning and an end.”

"Amitabha."

One day later.

After the rain, the sky clears up.

A huge convoy drove out of Changfeng County and headed towards the capital of Chechi State.

Half a month later.

When Tang Sanzang saw the huge, tall and majestic city in the distance on the wide road, he couldn't help feeling as if he was in another world.

But as the convoy gradually approached, they saw flags, drums, gongs, and bands in front of the city gate in the distance. It was a grand scene. There was also the king's carriage, the carriage of Taoist Qi from Jinshan Temple, and a large number of other exquisite carriages.

Tang Sanzang reacted immediately. The king and Taoist Qi came to greet him. He was immediately excited and felt that most of the suffering he had endured before had disappeared at this moment.

"Master."

At this time, Sun Wukong, who was driving in front, suddenly spoke.

Tang Sanzang finally reacted at this time and immediately said, "Wukong, stop the car, stop the car!"

The king and the imperial teacher came to greet him.

How could he still sit in the car like this?

The convoy stopped.

Tang Sanzang got off the carriage and walked straight forward with his three disciples, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng.

In front of the city gate.

I saw that the convoy of the pilgrim team had arrived, and that Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong, master and his disciples, had already gotten off the car and walked.

Qi Hu got off the carriage and glanced at the king. The king immediately understood and looked at the ministers and said with a smile: "Elder Tang has arrived, let's go and meet him."

soon.

When the king, Qi Hu and a group of ministers came forward, they looked at the great monk who had returned with honor and said, "Pray for the people of Chechi and chant sutras. Elder Tang, thank you for your hard work this time. Please accept my greetings!"

He watched as King Chechi, the national teacher, and a group of ministers bowed to him.

For a time,

Tang Sanzang's heart was filled with emotions, and he felt that all the hardships he had endured over the past year and a half had disappeared in this moment.

"Elder Tang."

At this time, Qi Hu took the gift tray handed over by the attendant, opened the red cloth on it, picked up a letter of extraordinary quality from the tray, handed it forward with both hands and said: "This is the elder's pass, His Majesty has already stamped it with the seal, and now it is returned intact to Zhao."

"The elder has changed me, the king, and the people of Chechi Kingdom about their misunderstanding of Buddhism with his own efforts. This is truly commendable and his merits are immeasurable."

(End of this chapter)