You, a monster, still want to travel to the West?

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In Cheshi City, Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin were riding on the backs of tigers and strolling around, attracting countless eyes. When the people saw them riding tigers, they were mostly curious and rarely panicked.

Xia Zhiming arrived at an inn and was about to take Xiao Qingxin in to book a room when he heard a voice calling out from a distance: "Fellow Daoist over there, do you have a tiger for sale?"

Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin turned around and saw a weasel with a yellow skin and a big tail behind it.

After being stunned for a moment, Xia Zhiming looked again and saw that the weasel demon was wearing the skin of an old Taoist priest and walking on the street openly.

Seeing this scene, Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin looked at each other and were speechless.

Before entering the city, the two of them had noticed the demonic aura that filled the capital, but they hadn't expected it to be so outrageous. They could even bump into it on the street!

However, Xia Zhiming did not make a move. He just looked at the weasel spirit and said with a smile: "I wonder what you are going to do with the tiger?"

The weasel spirit stroked his beard and smiled, "Your Majesty has been cultivating lately and needs medicinal pills to support his practice. We bought the tiger to extract its bones so we can refine some Dragon-Tiger Pills."

Xia Zhiming suddenly laughed. This was the first time he had heard of how the Dragon Tiger Pill was refined. He then asked with a smile, "Did you find the dragon bone?"

The weasel demon waved his hand and said, "Dragons are hard to find, but we've caught quite a few pythons. Winning by sheer numbers is a good idea."

"Hahaha, fellow Daoist is truly talented."

"Thank you for the compliment, Fellow Daoist. I wonder if you can sell this tiger?"

Xia Zhiming, however, got off the tiger while holding Xiao Qingxin. He then extended his green bamboo staff and knocked on Tiger Vanguard's head. Then he said with a smile, "My mount has acquired spiritual powers and can speak human language. Why don't you ask him?"

The weasel spirit was stunned for a moment, then looked at Tiger Vanguard, only to find that Tiger Vanguard had already roared: "You damn weasel, wait and see how Master Tiger fills his stomach with you today!"

As he spoke, there was a gust of howling wind, and Tiger Vanguard used the force of the wind to leap several feet and pounced directly at the weasel demon!

The weasel demon quickly took out a long sword to block, but Tiger Vanguard's six months of riding experience were not in vain. As soon as the weasel demon took out the long sword, Tiger Vanguard slapped it away with one claw.

After just one move, the weasel realized that it was no match for the opponent, and quickly transformed into its original form, becoming a small weasel half a foot long. It dodged the Tiger Vanguard's subsequent moves, and then turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared on the spot.

Tiger Vanguard was about to turn into the wind and chase after him, but he heard Xia Zhiming shout, "Don't chase me."

"Great Immortal, I'm here to help you get rid of the demon!"

"It doesn't harm anyone, so why get rid of it?"

"That monster still doesn't harm people?"

"He really doesn't have any murderous aura..."

"what?"

Chapter 77: Begging for Alms

Although the fight between Tiger Vanguard and the weasel demon was short, it attracted many people to watch, and some roadside shops had already closed their doors!

However, Xia Zhiming and Qingxin are now dressed as Taoist priests after all. With Xia Zhiming's immortal appearance to calm the situation, the panic caused will naturally be much less.

Seeing this, Xia Zhiming looked around and soon saw an inn with its door half open. There was a young man in the inn quietly looking around behind the door.

Leading the little girl forward, Xia Zhiming, holding his bamboo cane, asked with a smile, "Do you want to do business?"

The shopkeeper behind the door rolled his eyes upon hearing this, then timidly opened the door and said, "I am Yang Wenchang, may I ask, Taoist priest, is this tiger demon capable of harming anyone?"

"He wouldn't dare."

"Perhaps he should be left outside at night?"

"Are the shop owners not afraid of losing business?"

Yang Wenchang, however, welcomed Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin directly into the store, saying as they walked in, "This is a new store of mine, and I'm just short of people. With a tiger spirit like the Taoist priest guarding the door, we'll definitely be a hot topic in the Tianshi Capital."

"The shop owner knows how to do business. He will definitely make a fortune in the future."

"Haha, thank you for your kind words, Master."

While chatting and laughing, Yang Wenchang took the two of them upstairs and found a room upstairs.

After that, Xia Zhiming looked at the time and took Qingxin downstairs to the store to order two breakfasts. Then they finally found a table near the door in the inn to rest.

At the door, Tiger Vanguard looked at the buns in Xia Zhiming and Qingxin's hands, couldn't help but sniff and lick his tongue and said, "Great Immortal, can you give me a bite?"

Xiao Qingxin saw it drooling, thought for a moment, and then grabbed a meat-filled bun from the table and threw it over.

Ugh!

The Tiger Vanguard didn't dislike the flour wrapper. He took it and swallowed it whole. He looked at Qing Xin eagerly and asked, "Master, what does this bun taste like?"

Seeing its embarrassing appearance, Xia Zhiming couldn't help laughing and said, "Didn't you eat it just now?"

"I swallowed it in one gulp, but I couldn't taste it. How about you give me another one, Master, so I can taste it carefully?"

"Cuckoo~"

After listening to the conversation between the man and the tiger, Xiao Qingxin couldn't help but chuckle twice, but then she didn't feel embarrassed and picked up another meat-filled bun and threw it over.

Tiger Vanguard naturally took it in one gulp, but this time he didn't swallow it. He just bit through the skin with his fangs, and licked the flowing meat oil with his tongue, as if he was afraid that he would lose the taste.

In the inn, Yang Wenchang's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, and he quickly went into the kitchen.

Outside the inn, some brave stall owners looked at Tiger Pioneer licking the meat bun and couldn't help pointing and laughing from time to time.

At this time, a group of monks were walking on the street outside the door. There were dozens of them, all holding bowls in their hands.

When the stall owners saw these monks, they all called them bad luck and tried to avoid them. The monks were not angry, but just continued to pass by one by one.

Soon, the monks arrived at the door of the inn where the two were staying. When they saw Tiger Vanguard, they were frightened and did not dare to step forward.

At this time, Yang Wenchang brought out a large bowl of meat buns from the kitchen, walked quickly to the door of the store and placed it in front of Hu Xianfeng.

Tiger Vanguard was stunned: "For me?"

Yang Wenchang: "Master Tiger, eat slowly and help me set the pattern."

Tiger Vanguard tilted his head: "Master, are you calling me?"

Yang Wenchang: "Master Tiger, please use it slowly."

Tiger Vanguard was immediately overjoyed. He stared at the person in front of him and carefully identified him. Then he grinned with joy and said, "I have become the Tiger Immortal!"

As he spoke, Tiger Vanguard grabbed the bowl in front of him with one claw and licked the meat buns one by one into his mouth. He ate with such joy.

Outside the inn, all the monks swallowed their saliva when they saw this scene. The old monk who led the group also stood up at this time, holding the alms bowl in both hands and walked to the innkeeper, saying: "Amitabha!"

Seeing this, Yang Wenchang was stunned for a moment before sighing. He turned back to the kitchen and brought out a basket of steamed buns. He filled three bowls for the monks and waved his hand, saying, "Go away! Don't come here again!"

Having said that, Yang Wenchang stopped looking at the monks and went back to the shop.

Xia Zhiming and Qingxin noticed that the shopkeeper's attitude was a little puzzled.

I took a look at the monks and found that they were only wearing thin and worn black robes. After receiving the food, they didn't care about the attitude of the shop owner. They just chanted the Buddha's name again and left together.

At this time, Yang Wenchang also noticed Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin's gaze, and walked up to them and said with a smile: "Masters, please don't blame me for being rude, I'm just angry."

Xiao Qingxin tilted her head: "Why would you be angry when a Buddhist is begging for alms?"

"The young Taoist priest doesn't know something!"

Yang Wenchang perked up immediately after hearing this. He put the steamer on the table next to him, dragged a chair over and sat down. Then he smiled and said, "Little Taoist priest, do you know about the king's call for talents?"

Xiao Qingxin nodded: "We have seen it."

Yang Wenchang nodded and began to tell the story. Xia Zhiming was naturally listening at the side and soon figured out the story.

A year ago, the Heavenly Master heard reports that immortals had descended from various prefectures to the mortal world, each of them having the ability to make clouds and rain, or the power to exorcise demons and monsters.

This was originally a good thing, but the king heard some slanderous words and suddenly had the idea of ​​seeking immortality, and then began to recruit talents.

There will always be brave men under a big reward. Soon, many talented people came to join him, and all kinds of magic and supernatural powers were displayed in front of him. They were not trying to fool people.

Then the problem arose. The king had been recruiting talents for half a year. After the people had seen all the strange people, witches, sorcerers, and Taoists who came, they found that there was not a single eminent monk.

After that, rumors naturally spread among the people, and the only Guangfo Temple in the city soon lost its popularity.

Originally, this was not a problem. Guangfo Temple was very prosperous before, so it was impossible for it to fall into decline in just one year.

However, the abbot Zhiyuan of the temple went crazy for some unknown reason. From then on, he brought the monks from the temple to the city every day to beg for alms.

Until now, many monks could not bear the hardship and returned to secular life, leaving only dozens of monks begging for alms every day, but not many people are willing to give.

At this point, Yang Wenchang laughed and said, "You say, these monks are incompetent, and now they come to our house every day to beg for alms. Who can stand it?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Zhiming looked at Yang Wenchang and asked, "Then why did you give it to him?"

"It just looks pitiful."

"But you are destined to be together."

Yang Wenchang just waved his hand and said, "Monks are all begging for food. What's the point of having a connection with them?"

Xia Zhiming just looked at him and smiled without saying anything.

On the side, Xiao Qingxin saw Xia Zhiming's appearance, thought for a moment, blinked, and looked at Yang Wenchang in front of him, and saw -

There is a three-inch golden light hanging on the head.

Chapter 78: Operation depends entirely on bugs

In the inn, Xiao Qingxin glanced at the merits above Yang Wenchang's head, thought about it but said nothing.

At this time, Yang Wenchang did not stay at the table for long, and soon returned to the counter.

Outside, Tiger Vanguard finished his meat bun and shoveled at the porcelain bowl in front of him, saying, "We're all practicing Buddhism, but these monks are really useless. If it were me, I'd definitely hide and eat meat if I didn't have the skills."

Xia Zhiming laughed and said, "How can Buddhism be spread like this?"

Tiger Vanguard tilted his head in confusion: "What's the point of learning something that can't even fill your stomach? It's better to learn some magic, at least you can make a living."

Xia Zhiming shook his head and said no more. Meanwhile, Xiao Qingxin secretly tugged at his sleeve and asked, "Zhiming, is that a lot of merit?"

"When I reincarnate, I should be able to be born into a slightly wealthier family."

“What’s the use of this!”

"You've preached three times. Do you want to preach again?"

"It must be spread!"

"Isn't that right?"

Xia Zhiming picked up the girl and rubbed her cheek, then smiled and said, "It's just like what you preach. Tens of thousands of years from now, if one of them can accumulate merit and virtue and escape the suffering of reincarnation and ascend to paradise, then this fate will not be in vain."

"It feels not much simpler than Zhengguo."

"Since you want to save people, even if the chance is slim, you should at least try."

"Buddhism is too far-sighted, and I feel it's not as good as practicing Taoism."

"I think so too. Look, it's only been ten years since I received the Immortal Scroll. Practicing Taoism is really easy."

"I know you're bullying me..."

Mid-Autumn Night——

There is a full moon hanging high in the sky, and Tianshi City is bright and clear under the bright moonlight. As the capital of a country, Tianshi City is naturally decorated with lights and decorations.

The people in the city also put on new clothes. Beautiful women boarded the boat to admire the moon, talented men recited poems and composed couplets, and young children strolled around at night with lanterns.

Xia Zhiming threw Tiger Vanguard into the stable, and took Xiao Qingxin to visit the Lantern Festival. Along the way, there were crowds of people, passing by thousands of lights and buildings, and seeing all kinds of luxurious cars, red buildings and green waters.

We arrived at the Light Bridge again. There were countless light boats on the river bank, lighting up their dim lights and floating downstream. There were red lanterns hanging on the bridge with riddles written on them. Scholars were arguing over the answers to the riddles, their faces flushed with anger. It was a scene of prosperity on earth.

It was not until they followed the crowd all the way to the Moon Altar that they finally saw the difference.

The Mid-Autumn Festival moon worship has been a traditional custom since ancient times. There are three large incense burners in front of the moon altar, and the altar is filled with fruits and moon cakes. There are also several Taoists in Taoist robes lighting candles and burning incense.

Burn twenty-eight incense sticks to offer sacrifice to the twenty-eight constellations.

Burn thirty-six incense sticks and offer sacrifices to the thirty-six celestial beings.

Burn seventy-two incense sticks to offer sacrifice to the seventy-two earthly evil spirits.

Then they recited the sacrificial text, which was naturally dedicated to the Moon God, Chang'e in the Moon, and even the Moon Rabbit and Wu Gang were mentioned, until the last text was burned and worshipped.

Below the stage, Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin couldn't help but nodded after watching the ritual. There was nothing wrong with the procedure. It would have been even better if those rat spirits disguised as Taoist priests didn't steal the offerings.

In Xia Zhiming's arms, Xiao Qingxin couldn't help but curl her lips: "Zhiming, how can I beat them?"

"Don't ruin the Mid-Autumn Festival."