What kind of Journey to the West is this?

He added, "I now have a name. My master gave it to me. It's Wei Xianyi."

Yan Xia looked at Xiong Fengxian with a high gaze.

This old man's naming skills are better than hers...

Yan Xia nodded and praised him, then said, "No need to be polite. Take me to see your master. I have something to ask him."

Wei Xianyi hurriedly took Yanxia to the backyard.

The hedgehog's transformation was not very smooth, and he stumbled along the way and couldn't walk very well.

Xiong Fengxian was preparing cinnabar in the yard.

Yan Xia exclaimed, "You really never forget your work until you die!"

“Live and work until you die.”

Xiong Fengxian looked up and continued to prepare cinnabar.

Ancient people had no concept of retirement.

He said: "No one comes to the temple for no good reason!"

"I'm here to ask you something. How much do you know about the Qinglong Temple on Maliu Mountain?"

Yanxia thought Xiong Fengxian was an old man who had lived in Cangzhou for many years and should know more than her.

Xiong Fengxian hesitated for a moment, then said, "Monks from Maliu Mountain, you've asked the right people. Their founder, Monk Puzhi, is an acquaintance of mine. When he and I traveled with him to the Southern Liang Kingdom, he sought the Dharma from Bodhidharma, the founder of Zen Buddhism. He later preached and settled in Maliu Mountain."

"It was also because of that monk Puzhi that I later went to Cangzhou to practice asceticism."

Yanxia was surprised.

What a great connection!

Maliu Mountain is not a sacred mountain or blessed place, but the Qinglong Temple inside can be traced back to Bodhidharma.

"Where is the golden statue in Qinglong Temple?"

Yanxia continued to look for the strategy to defeat Lao Deng.

Xiong Fengxian raised her eyes and asked, "Do you have a grudge against them?"

Yan Xia said: "It's not a personal vendetta."

"Still want to fight?"

"We must fight."

Xiong Fengxian said, "Then go to Kaiyuan Temple. Monk Daoming has already returned. He knows his own martial arts and has the means to break that golden body."

Monk Daoming is back?

Yanxia thought of her coach in the Novice Village.

With a fist pump, Yan Xia was about to leave.

Xiong Fengxian looked up again and said, "Remember to go to Dongshikou before you leave. There have been some unclean things coming into the city recently."

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The market is in the east of the city.

The division of Cangzhou city and market was arranged according to the geographical location of Hejian County.

At this time, Hejian County was located on the east side of Bohai Sea, which had the advantage of fish and salt. During the Warring States Period, Qi State prospered by relying on the sea, and the situation in Hejian was similar: the industries of several prefectures in the east were the most prosperous and developed.

Therefore, most of the travelers and merchants came from the east and went to the west, so the market should naturally be located in the east.

There are quite a lot of people in Dongshi, but the weather is bad in the morning and there is always a thin layer of fog.

Yanxia held up an umbrella and walked on the bridge. Her aura was obscured by magic and covered by fog, and she soon disappeared into the crowd.

Yanxia didn't see the unclean things that the old doctor mentioned.

But there were indeed many extraordinary people who came.

Yanxia stood on the bridge and saw a father and son holding a rope and performing the "Picking Peaches" trick on the roadside.

The old father threw the rope into the sky, and the rope immediately stood upright and went straight to the sky.

Because of the fog, the people below couldn't see where the rope extended even if they looked up.

Then the son climbed up the rope to a very high place, and the audience below were scared when they looked up.

If this falls down, won’t it turn into a puddle of mud?

Not long after, the son climbed down the rope, spread out his hands, and there was a pink peach as big as a fist.

A bite, the juice splashes everywhere. The fragrance of peaches makes people's appetites stir.

Those setting up stalls nearby, watching the show, and passing by all clapped and cheered.

This is not only a skill, but also a courage.

Yan Xia was also enlightened. The father and son did not use any profound and sophisticated magical powers, but just some small techniques like Lu Ban's technique, but they took advantage of the time and place very cleverly.

What’s more important is: they don’t steal or rob, they just make money while standing.

This is true practice.

Yanxia also clapped her hands, gave a few copper coins as a reward, and looked away.

The market was bustling with people buying and selling things, fortune tellers, and even snake handlers from India.

It’s a pity that Bai Xian is not here, otherwise Yan Xia would be able to compete with this snake handler.

Yanxia walked around the market for a while and suddenly stopped in front of a stall.

The man running the stall was a burly man, with a muscular build, like an iron tower. The older man was just as silent as the iron tower, simply setting up his stall.

Someone passing by took a look, was so scared that he turned around and left.

The things on this stall were indeed a bit scary for the Tang people.

Yanxia pointed at the anglerfish and said, "This thing is not easy to catch!"

The strong man said, "I fished it out of the sea."

"Out to sea? You fished it out in the sea, right?"

The sturdy man raised his head, clasped his fists and said, "Indeed. It can only be retrieved from three hundred feet below the sea."

Yan Xia smiled and said, "I see you have some strength. Why don't you just live an honest life on earth? Why are you going down to the sea to fight with the bloody waves and the wind?"

The strong man said, "Wealth and honor are found in danger."

"Can such overwhelming wealth really fall upon ordinary people like you and me?"

"Strive and you will meet. Don't struggle and you will lose."

Yan Xia patted his shoulder, and the huge force brought down, causing the strong man's face to change.

The girl warned, "It's all in vain!"

The strong man raised his hands and bowed: "Excuse me, young lady, who are you?"

Yan Xia said calmly, "Quickly stop before the City God's Mansion takes action. Otherwise, it won't be the City God's Mansion taking action."

The strong man quickly packed up his stall and thanked him, "Thank you for your teachings, sir!"

"Don't be so quick to thank me. Just give me a list of all the monsters and demons you've encountered while setting up your stall recently."

"Thank you, sir!"

The strong man quickly took out a pen and paper, sketched a few portraits, and wrote down the place and time of appearance below them.

Yan Xia asked, "What abilities are they?"

"Two of them have just transformed. The remaining one is quite powerful, a Taoist priest, but I don't know his strength."

The strong man was held down by Yan Xia's shoulders and was sweating profusely.

"Catch those two little ones and I'll pardon you." Yan Xia said calmly, "By the way, tell them, no matter who they are, if you catch three of them, they'll be spared."

Dong Huang suddenly received a jade talisman: Chapter 153 [One Fist Zen]

As the sun passes southeast, the weather becomes clear.

The cold fog in the city has dissipated, but a thin mist still shrouds the mountains.

In the cold winter, the shrubs and flowers in the golden pine forest are all covered with a layer of white frost.

Naturally, the animals in the forest don’t shovel snow, so at a glance, the world is covered in white.

Yanxia stepped into the golden pine forest and went directly to find Jinquexianer.

Quexian's home is a tree hole.

It was originally dug by a squirrel, but she took over the nest and called it "offering tribute".

The tree hole was covered with duck down, and the goldenrod fairy was lying in it, surrounded by nuts brought by the squirrels.

The bird was very lazy. When it woke up, it opened its beak and pecked at the nuts twice. After replenishing some nutrition, it closed its eyes and continued to sleep.

Back and forth.

Yanxia also knew Jinquexianer's bad temper, so she didn't even shout at her. She just used fire magic to ignite a bunch of hay.

She fanned the air with her hands, smoke filling the tree holes, and shouted, "The fire's happening!"

Que Xian'er suddenly launched herself into action, saying in horror: "Where is the water leaking? It's so choking! I'm going to die..."

The silly bird flapped its wings and flew out, then saw the hay in Yanxia's hand that had not been completely burned, and its brain froze.

Yanxia, the villain, complained first, "Quexian'er, I told you to deliver a letter to all the gods and deities in Cangzhou so that they could all join in the grand opening of my Wuheshan Academy. Why are you hiding at home and sleeping soundly?"

Que Xian'er defended herself, "I did give it to you."

"Have they all been delivered?"

"How is that possible? I don't know how to clone myself. I haven't even seen off the two river gods of Ziya River and Heilonggang, nor the monks of Maliu Mountain."

Wow, all the hard-to-deliver ones are left there.

"Those two river gods, one is a vicious catfish spirit, and the other is a poisonous centipede. I'm afraid they'll eat me... and the journey to Maliu Mountain is long." Que Xian'er glanced at the ashes on the ground and said angrily, "I haven't even told you about the fire you set at my doorstep!"

Yan Xia quickly changed the subject, "You go to Maliu Mountain and deliver the letter. I'll help you deliver the remaining two river gods on the way."

When Que Xian'er thought about it, she thought there was such a good thing and agreed immediately.

Yan Xia warned again, "When you go this time, you must make sure to talk to the monks at Qinglong Temple. I, the Heavenly Official of Miaoyan Palace, personally invited them. Make sure they think it over carefully and don't make mistakes."

After hearing this, Que Xian'er was confused.

What stupid thing did the monk from Qinglong Temple do to provoke this evil star?

After Yanxia sent Que Xian'er away, she looked towards the direction of Qinglong Temple.

She had just met with the monks from Qinglong Temple, so it was not appropriate for her to go there in person at this time.

Then he looked towards the direction of Kaiyuan Temple.

...........

"Had a face-to-face encounter with the Yaksha of Qinglong Temple?"

In the main hall of Kaiyuan Temple, Monk Daoming was slightly startled.

He saw Yanxia rushing out from the golden pine forest, exhausted and dusty, and it didn't seem like she was faking it.

He then said, "If I'm not mistaken, although Qinglong Temple is a branch of the Pure Land Sect, the founder, Master Puzhi, studied Zen Buddhism. They shouldn't know the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragon Dharma."

Yakshas are among the eight divisions of the Buddhist order, known as the "Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons." They are nominally commanded by Vaisravana and are guardian deities. They are not much different from the "Six Caverns of Heavenly Demons" and "Five Infernal Soldiers" of Taoism.

Those great monks have the eight groups of heavenly dragons and the protection of the Kālacakra Gate, which sounds very powerful, but in fact they are just followed by dozens or hundreds of rampant soldiers.

Yanxia remembered that the yaksha was very powerful. After being hit by her Bull-Headed Vajra King's spear, he only felt pain and realized that he was not an ordinary member of the Eight Divisions.

She remembered that the Yaksha seemed to be catching gold in his hand, so she frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's not the Eight Tribes, it should be a Dharmakāya."

Monk Daoming was confused and wondered, "Who would make a Yaksha into a Dharma image?"

Indeed, it is quite low-class.

Others start by visualizing the Emperor Wenchang and the Seven Star Gods. But I'm visualizing the Monkey Soldiers of Mount Huaguo...