What kind of Journey to the West is this?

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true... ahem, why are you looking at me? I just stole a few small salted fish from her incense table!"

No wonder.

Snow Lion treated the salted fish as treasures. She herself refused to eat them, so how could she let the Golden Bird Fairy take them away?

Yan Xia understood and complained, "Golden Sparrow Fairy is doing bad things herself, so don't throw dirty water on others."

"Wuwuwu, Taoist priest, you have changed, you don't love me anymore, coo coo coo~"

The Golden Pheasant Fairy was once a golden pheasant, but now she has cried like a big pigeon.

"We'll prepare extra popcorn for you at the party."

Jinquexian'er stopped crying and asked curiously, "What is rice flower?"

"You boil the oil in a pan, add the rice, and deep-fry it until it puffs up and becomes fluffy. You can also spread maltose and honey on it and stick it together to make a pancake-shaped rice candy."

Jinquexian'er liked to eat rice. When she heard this, her eyes lit up and she said, "That's good, that's good! Taoist priest, you love me again!"

Yanxia quickly flung the bird away, said a few words, ate something, packed her bags, and headed towards the Iron Lion Temple.

The Iron Lion Temple was not far from here. When Yanxia arrived, it was still noon and Abbot Honghai was eating in the house.

The young monk led her through a short bamboo forest, and they saw Abbot Honghai and Monk Daoming sitting on the ground. In front of them was a bonfire, with dry firewood crackling and burning. Under the firewood was a black, grassy thing.

Yan Xia walked in and said, "Abbot, I'm here again."

She looked at the black substance and asked curiously, "What kind of mud is that? How do you put it in the fire? To add flavor?"

Before Honghai could say anything, Daoming rubbed his head and said with a smile, "We're cooking taro with cow dung here!"

Yan Xia's face darkened.

Abbot Honghai smiled and said, "This is delicious. Would you like some?"

The two big monks were like naughty children, laughing and laughing at Yanxia's jokes.

"Never mind. Never mind. The taste is too strong."

Yan Xia waved her hands repeatedly, rejecting the good intentions and getting to the point: "Abbot, I'm here to invite you to my house for a night banquet."

Hong Hai laughed and said, "Why should I go? You guys should just enjoy yourselves at the banquet. If I, a monk, go and can't eat meat or fish, and I ask you to pay attention, wouldn't that be a disturbance to your enjoyment?"

Daoming exposed his brother's lie and said contemptuously, "You old fellow, that's not what you said when you broke your vow and ate dog meat."

He mimicked it vividly, "You said it was fragrant, chewy, and full of aftertaste! My face lit up."

Hong Hai smiled and said, "Then there's nothing more to say. I'll just go for a walk. It's a good opportunity to see my old acquaintance."

Yan Xia was curious and asked, "Who knows you?"

"Of course, it's Hai Xiongbo, the City God of Cangzhou, and He Benchu." Abbot Honghai shook his head and said, "I advised him to seek some leisure time long ago, perhaps he could achieve enlightenment. Now that you've tested him, I know for sure that he is indeed old."

Abbot Honghai's words had hidden meaning.

This is about the remnants of the Southern Dynasty who appeared in the city and Yanxia went to the City God's Mansion to kill them.

Yan Xia also heard the hidden meaning and said in surprise, "The abbot really has a keen ear."

Hong Hai smiled and said, "I didn't hear anything, but I saw you flying to Cangzhou Prefecture on a dragon that day."

"Then Chi Pan, I guess you subdued him, right?"

Yan Xia nodded and said, "Indeed."

"It's like the Yangtze River, where the new generation outstrips the old. Considering your age, you've subdued the Red Coiled Dragon. You're truly exceptional."

Honghai clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and said with emotion: "The Danding lineage is about to produce another outstanding figure!"

Daoming didn't have so many emotions, and asked curiously, "Donor, did you beat Chi Pan to death?"

Yanxia was a little embarrassed.

She didn't kill him, but instead sent Chi Pan to the Northwest to plant trees and preach. Logically speaking, this was a good thing, promoting the Dharma and educating the people in the remote western regions.

But the problem is that Buddhism is now in charge in the Western Regions, and Chi Pan went there to try to steal someone else's girlfriend...

Hong Hai noticed the girl's embarrassment and said with a smile, "Stop, stop. Donor, do you have something else to say?"

Yanxia walked down the steps the abbot had provided, clasped her hands together, and said, "I will be going to Wuhe Mountain in a while. Two carriages will arrive this evening. I hope the abbot will be able to receive the driver and servants."

"Of course, but why go into the mountains at night? I'm afraid there might be some wild monsters out there, and it's not safe."

Abbot Honghai revealed the secret in one sentence.

Yan Xia smiled and said, "Don't worry, Abbot. They only go to the Iron Lion Temple at night and don't go into the mountains. Someone will naturally come to pick them up when the time comes."

Abbot Hong Hai clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha."

...............

Autumn leaves are falling, it is dusk.

At dusk, just as Yanxia had said, two carriages arrived at the Iron Lion Temple at a leisurely pace.

The novice monks entertained the coachman and the accompanying servants, and then saw that they were rushing to the Iron Lion Temple without caring about their own safety, as if there was some shocking secret in the two carriages.

It’s not that no one tried to stop them, but Master Hong Hai just smiled and said, “Let them go.”

The two carriages passed by the Golden Pine Forest and headed towards the Iron Lion Temple.

The Iron Lion Temple was empty, but the main hall was quite clean.

The driver stopped the carriage and shouted, "Hurry up and unload the things, let's go back quickly!"

A servant said worriedly, "This is filled with fire thunderbolts. How can we mortals dare to touch it?"

The driver laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. My master has already put up a yellow talisman to suppress the troublesome spirits. You can move them as you please!"

The servants immediately breathed a sigh of relief and carried cans of black powder into the wing of the Iron Lion Temple, placing them down carefully.

They didn't finish their work until it was completely dark.

They didn't dare to stay for long and immediately followed the carriage.

But they could not see that in the dense forest, a pair of dark vertical pupils lit up.

......

Chi Pan slowly walked out of the woods and entered the wing of the Iron Lion Temple, where he saw mountains of pottery jars.

He had barely gotten close when he exclaimed in surprise, "What a powerful anger!"

Chi Pan sniffed it and felt refreshed.

But this intense anger is probably even more powerful than his fire dragon...

Chi Pan couldn't help but feel fearful.

He walked to the wall and carefully tore off the so-called "yellow talisman". When he turned it over, he saw lines of handwriting.

"Move everything to your cave and wait for me to make the arrangements tomorrow."

The Cangzhou Lion Has No Buddha Nature: Chapter 57 [Three People Make a Tiger]

The sky was dark and the moon was sinking in the west.

Yanxia walked to the monkey forest under the moonlight, only to find that the monkeys, who had been very cautious in the past, now dared to come out to pick peaches late at night.

Some who saw Yan Xia exclaimed, "The Immortal has arrived! The Immortal has arrived!"

As they spoke, two furry golden monkeys grabbed the corners of Yanxia's clothes and said, "Great Immortal, please come in quickly. Grandpa wants to see you!"

Yanxia was curious and followed the monkey into the woods.

On the way, a monkey saw her from a tree and exclaimed in surprise, "Great Immortal, Great Immortal! I heard you fought the Red Panlong for three hundred rounds and beat him down!"

"Nonsense, nonsense! The Great Immortal clearly only fought for thirty rounds before the Red Coiled Dragon gave up! He even killed over a dozen of its demons!"

"You're all talking nonsense! I heard someone say that a fight would only take a few rounds to decide the outcome. The Great Immortal must have defeated the Red Panlong in just three rounds!"

Yanxia found this to be inexplicably clever, until she reached the depths of the monkey forest and met the old monkey.

When the old monkey saw this, he kowtowed to the ground and couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.

The old monkey cried, "Great Immortal! The news that you defeated the seventy-two cave demons of the Red Coiled Dragon in a single round has spread throughout Wuhe Mountain! You really stood up for us little demons!"

Damn it, the story of her beating the Red Dragon is getting more and more outrageous...

Fortunately, although the monkeys in the Monkey Forest were very powerful, they were simple in nature and immediately took out some rare fruits to entertain the guests.

Seeing that the old monkey was in high spirits, he said happily, "The immortal's visit today is a great joyous occasion. Come on, get a gourd and fill it with fruit wine for the immortal!"

The little monkey excitedly asked, "Grandpa, which pool do you want to fill?"

“It’s the longest of the year!”

When the little golden monkey came over staggeringly with the wine gourd in his arms, the old monkey gave the wine gourd to Yanxia.

The old monkey waved his arms and said:

"This is the fruit wine from our eighty-year-old cellar in the woods. Take it back and try it. If you like it, come back and get as much as you want!"

The little monkeys also responded.

"As much as you want!"

"As much as you want!"

Yan Xia did not refuse, but simply said: "Old Monkey, if you give me something, it would be inappropriate for me to take it for free. So I will teach you a Pure Yang Immortal Wine."

The old monkey wanted to refuse at first, but when he heard that it was a wine recipe and his family was a winemaker, he felt that the immortal was a truly down-to-earth person who only taught practical things.

He said happily, "This is wonderful, wonderful! Please tell me, Master."

"Pure Yang Immortal Wine is realgar wine. Blend the realgar in water, skim off the foam, and keep only the real stuff. Wait until the beginning of spring, the beginning of spring, the beginning of spring, the beginning of spring, the beginning of spring, the beginning of spring, the beginning of spring, the beginning of summer, and the beginning of summer. Add the blended realgar powder to the wine in that order and chant the name of the Pure Yang Emperor three times..."

Yanxia's voice was stuck.

She forgot that Lu Dongbin had not yet become an immortal, so where did the Pure Yang Emperor come from?

But then she thought that Lü Dongbin was Zhongli Quan's disciple, similar to her, and the ancestor's alchemy method was inherited from Wang Xuanfu, the Duke of Dong.

So she changed her words and said, “Recite the Donghua Emperor’s Imperial Edict three times, and by the time of the summer solstice, you will be able to brew the immortal wine.

"After drinking this wine, evil spirits will not be able to get close. If they do, they will reveal themselves. You can also drink more during your cultivation. It can help you wash away the negative energy and facilitate your transformation. But be careful about the amount of realgar you use. Too little will not be effective, and too much will cause poison."

This wine can be considered as Yanxia's original creation. It is based on realgar wine, and with the help of the magic power of Emperor Donghua, it absorbs the yang energy of heaven and earth into the wine.

Doctors say: wine can boost Qi. Adding realgar and Yang Qi to it will make it even more powerful.

The old monkey was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Thank you so much, Great Immortal, for teaching us the Dharma! Thank you so much, Great Immortal, for teaching us the Dharma! Now we have our own unique skills!"

The monkeys forced Yanxia to eat a lot of fruits and wild delicacies.

Yanxia happily drank wine and ate fruit with the monkeys, and actually satisfied his urge to be the Monkey King.

But then I thought about how Monkey King was still being held under the Five Finger Mountain, eating copper pills and drinking molten iron every day, and I felt that he must be quite miserable.

However, if the Great Sage can endure for a few more years, there will be hope.

It was already midnight. Yanxia found a big pine tree, used the pine roots as a pillow, and fell asleep.

The best saying is: Clear dew on a cool night, drunkenly stepping on pine roots under the moon.

The sky is full of stars and people are sleeping.

..........

The next morning, Yanxia set out to the north and crossed the Benxin River.

The Benxin River is the stream that made the Snow Lion stop and dare not move forward. In fact, it is not very wide, and the water is not deep or fast.

The mare stepped into the water, which barely covered her belly.

I don't know whether I walked or floated, but I crossed the river unsteadily.

It was difficult to walk on before, but now it seems like just a little wind and frost.

After crossing the river, Yan Xia originally wanted to go back to Longfeng to find Chi Pan and deal with the monsters in his mountain.

But halfway through, a black bear suddenly jumped out.

All I saw was that the big black bear had a piece of white hair on its neck, like a tie, and was carrying a black iron stick and a small bag behind it.