As long as we continue to make great efforts, everything is changing. It is already very difficult for those with vested interests to feel that their positions can be preserved. Naturally, they will not threaten those above.

Li Fu suddenly understood this, and instantly he felt more confident.

He is now a representative chess piece in the game of Journey to the West.

Although he has no magic power and cannot fly, he represents the most fundamental source of power whether it is heaven, Taoism, or Buddhism.

That is - mortals themselves.

It is precisely because he is a mortal that he is the master of Wukong and the three of them, and he can survive without danger.

Li Fu thought of this and had a clear idea.

At this time, they happened to have climbed over a hill, and it suddenly became clear.

He saw a manor on the back of the mountain. He pointed at it with the whip in his hand and said, "Let's stay there for the night!"

Zhu Bajie over there said, "Okay, okay! I'll just wait there!"

When the four masters and apprentices arrived at the manor, they saw a flat land inside the manor.

On this land, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a sea of ​​flowers.

And inside, there are some small trees, blocking the houses in the distance.

Below Li Fu, at dusk, an old man walked out of the village over there.

As soon as he reached the big tree at the entrance of the village, he saw Li Fu.

Although his eyesight is dim, he can still see that this person has the air of a holy monk.

He came up and asked, "Where did the monk family come from?"

Li Fu clasped his hands and returned the greeting. He said, "The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures. It was a long journey and passed by precious places. It's getting late now. We want to stay overnight.

, I hope the old man agrees."

The old man smiled and said, "You came to me so far away and you were the only one. How did you get here?"

Li Fu said, "To tell you the truth, the poor monk also has three apprentices and a white horse coming with him."

The old man asked, "Where is the great disciple?"

The white horse passed first.

When the old man saw the white horse, he praised it, "What a horse! What a horse!"

Immediately afterwards, Wukong, Bajie and Sha Seng passed by.

The old man took a closer look and saw that he had three ugly faces. He was so frightened that his legs became weak and he hurriedly walked towards the village.

Li Fu said, "Old donor, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

The old man said tremblingly, "No, no, no! He doesn't look like a human! He looks like a monster!"

Li Fu said, "Donor, don't be afraid. My disciple was born like this, but he is not a monster."'

Unexpectedly, the old man He turned out to be an educated person.

He said, "How can they not be monsters? One is the Yaksha who watches the night, the other is the horse face in the bull-headed horse face, and the third one is the thunder god who makes clouds and rain."

Li Fu did not refute, he said, "Old man, do you think these three are monsters?"

The old man thought about it and suddenly scratched his head, "Yes, these three are all gods..."

Over there, Sun Wukong also said, "Old man, that Thunder Lord is my grandson, Yaksha is my great-grandson, and Horse Face is my great-great-grandson."

After the old man over there heard this, he was no longer afraid.

In the village, an old woman came out and said to her old man, "Why have you been out for a while and you haven't come back yet? Who are you talking to?"

"With them," the old man said.

After he finished speaking, the old woman looked over and saw only Li Fu and his three apprentices.

Although she was a little surprised, she didn't panic.

She said, "It's so magical. It must be a blessing. Why is he waiting here?"

The old man said, "It's just to stay overnight."

The old woman said, "That's okay, brother, it's convenient."

Here the four masters and apprentices entered the village. Children were playing in the room, and the old woman made some tea.

After Li Fu drank the tea, he clasped his hands and said, "I haven't introduced it to the old benefactor just now. The poor monk is a monk who came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. I just thanked the old benefactor for speaking, otherwise he would have scared the other person.

An old benefactor."

The old woman said, "If you see something ugly, you panic, but what if you encounter a tiger, leopard, jackal, or wolf? Should you just wait to die?"
Chapter completed!