Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1641 The Magical Use of the Goblet of Fire
In this life, Tang Seng does not have the powerful martial arts of Sanzang. The talent that belonged to Jin Chanzi has been exhausted in the constant reincarnation. Apart from some wisdom, he has a strong understanding when reading scriptures and can occasionally help people to liberate ghosts, but he has no other abilities.

Huang Tianhua was quite righteous. In addition to the standard purple gold bowl, staff and cassock, he also gave Tang Seng the flame cup, which was said to be an heirloom of the Longxi Li family. Originally, the cup was more than half a person's height, but now it has been reduced to the size of a normal wine glass.

According to Huang Tianhua's original words, the Goblet of Fire has the ability to summon gods. Tang Seng, the royal brother, is now also a member of the Li family. If he encounters danger, he can burn incense and pray, asking the gods for help through the Goblet of Fire.

Huang Tianhua was vague about whether it was possible to invite the gods, and he didn't say yes or no.

Tang Sanzang was deeply moved. Someone had even given him a precious family heirloom. What else could he say? A gentleman will die for his friend.

The team of 1,700 people was safe and sound when they just left Chang'an City, but after walking hundreds of miles west, various problems broke out.

Marching is an extremely troublesome thing. The more soldiers there are, the more trouble there is.

We get up in the morning, cook, eat, assemble, and set off. At four or five in the afternoon, we have to stop and set up camp. We get up the next day, dismantle the camp, and continue our journey. In the afternoon, we start setting up camp again.

Day after day, it's extremely boring.

We are still in the territory of the Tang Dynasty. If there is a city, we can go into the city and rest for a night. If we go too far, we have to camp in the wild. At this time, problems arise. Where is the water source, where is the shit, where is the firewood, who will patrol, who will feed the horses, and who will explore the way ahead. There are countless problems here.

Tang Seng had no idea how to deal with these matters, and the two hundred monks were also confused. They could only let their followers make arrangements. As a result, more than three hundred people ran away on the first night of camping in the wild.
People would rather go up the mountain to become bandits than go to the Western Paradise.

Buddhism cannot win back people's hearts, nor will it allow Tang Monk to transform into Wu Qi or Han Xin. If you don't understand the rules of marching, you just don't understand them.

By the time he found a way in, there were less than 200 people left in the team of 1,700 people, and even many monks had run away.

Tang Sanzang burst into tears and pointed at the remaining people, cursing, "How can you be worthy of the emperor and the people of the world by behaving like this?!"

The rest of the crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. "Good fellow, you didn't scold those who ran away, but you scolded us who followed you. Fine! You wait!"
Just as everyone was preparing to pack their luggage and go back home, a burst of rapid gong sounds came from the mountains and forests on both sides, and then feather arrows poured down on everyone as if they were free.

Monk Minghui, who had broken his leg earlier, was shot to death by an arrow. Monk Mingfa panicked and crashed into a tree, and his life or death was unknown.

A rough voice rang out: "Tang Gou! Do you recognize the Guardian of the Mountain, Liu Bochin? Brothers, kill Tang Gou!"

Liu Bochin was a large man eight feet tall, wielding a powerful bow. Every time he killed someone, he would shout, "Father, I have avenged you!" or "Mother, watch me kill the enemy from the depths of my grave!"

The arrows shot in rapid succession, and in the blink of an eye he had shot seven or eight people to death.

Although the hunters who surrounded him were not as skilled in archery as him, their archery skills were still above average. Most of Tang Monk's group who were going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures died before they even left the borders of the Tang Dynasty.

Suddenly, a tiger roar sounded behind the hunters. No matter how good a hunter is, he will feel guilty when facing a tiger. It is okay to keep a distance, but if he faces the tiger face to face, it is basically death.

The hunters quickly turned around to shoot the tiger. Tang Seng took off his cassock and monk's hat, put on his inner robe, and fled in the opposite direction in a panic.

When several followers saw him running away, they also rushed to grab the horses like crazy. Liu Bochin drew his bow and shot all those who were trying to steal the horses to death. When he was about to shoot Tang Seng again, he saw that he was a monk and the distance was a bit far, so he hesitated for a moment and finally did not shoot the arrow.

Tang Seng ran wildly through the mountains and forests, his potential exploded. He ran all night long, and when it was dawn, he found that he was completely lost.

Where is the Western Paradise? Where is the Tang Dynasty? I have no idea.

Now, not to mention the pass proving his identity, the staff and robes given by the emperor, even the silver and horses were all lost. Fortunately, because of his identity as a member of the "Li Tang royal family", he always carried the Goblet of Fire with him, so it was not lost.

After a night of frantic running, his adrenaline was wearing off, and he felt exhausted. He was worried that Liu Bochin and his men would catch up, but he was so hungry that he couldn't even walk. After an incense stick of time, he barely had the strength to sit on a large rock. He felt so sorry for the emperor!
If he failed to obtain the scriptures, would it bring trouble to the teachers at Jinshan Temple, or even to his own parents? He didn't dare to think about it.

Just when Tang Sanzang was at his utmost loss and helplessness, the Goblet of Fire gave him a little courage. Perhaps he could give it a try? Perhaps the gods would come to help him.

There is no incense here, only prayer.

He talked a lot, describing his situation. The core point was that he was at his wit's end and could only ask the gods for help.

A puff of smoke rose from the cup, and a blue-white flame suddenly exploded. Then a god in a golden helmet and armor appeared out of thin air.

Seeing the panic in Tang Sanzang's eyes, the divine general said, "Don't be alarmed, holy monk. I am Ding Hai, one of the Six Ding and Six Jia gods. I have come here today to rescue you."

The divine general was still very reliable. He carried Tang Seng on his back, walked out of the forest, came to the main road, and then said goodbye and left.

Tang Seng actually hoped that the gods would carry him all the way to the West, but he also knew that this was unrealistic.

Just as he was wondering what to do next, an old man with white beard and hair walked slowly towards him in the distance.

The old man had a smile on his face and looked very dignified.

Tang Seng spent the first thirty years of his life in the temple chanting Buddhist scriptures. He could talk all day long, but his understanding of human nature was still very limited.

He wanted to ask the old man for help, but he was worried that he was a bad guy.

While he was hesitating, the old man took out something. Tang Seng took a closer look and found that it was his pass.

"Holy monk, is this yours?" asked the old man.

Tang Sanzang bowed solemnly and said, "That's right."

"Keep it well and don't lose it again."

"Thank you, old man."

The old man turned to leave, but Tang Seng quickly called out to him, "Old man? Old man!"

The old man seemed to be walking slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he was at the end of Tang Seng's sight.

"Holy monk, head west, someone will come to help you."

Tang Monk hurriedly called out, "Please give me your name, old man. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future!"

The old man chuckled and said, "I am Taibai Star from the Western Heaven. I have come to rescue your soul. You will have the help of the gods on your journey. Don't complain about the difficulties."

The old man pointed in a direction and then flew away on a cloud.

(End of this chapter)