With a local willing to be their guide, the journey west of the Chen brothers began directly. Or rather, they were met with an even more dangerous difficulty. The great bandit, Shi Pantuo, after discovering he couldn't beat the monk, pondered for a moment and considered grabbing the wandering swordsman.

Simple, right?

I can't beat you, but can't I beat the guy next to you?

Then he was beaten up a second time.

The Tang Dynasty swordsman used the Tang saber in his hand to whip him into a spinning top.

In the end, the pampered swordsman even sat on the bandit's back and was carried for a whole journey.

The poor bandit could only curse in his heart, giving full play to his subjective initiative.

Imagining the proud Tang Dynasty swordsman as a beauty from the Central Plains.

Only then was he able to comfort his poor heart and barely finish the journey.

They chose to bypass the Yumen Pass, drawing water from beneath the beacon tower. Then, relying on this bit of water, they crossed the eight-hundred-li quicksand desert. Although they were careful enough, sneaking into the oasis guarded by the Tang army to steal water was still extremely dangerous.

These were the true elite of the Great Tang Empire.

Shi Pantuo looked at the two people in front of him, who were so daring, and his legs were shaking.

Do you Tang people have something wrong with you?

The professional bandit felt that he was simply as timid and harmless as the little white rabbit raised at home.

More than once, he wanted to say, "Grandfathers, let's just forget about it."

"Let's call it quits, everyone go home and find their wives."

And when he was getting water, his hand trembled. Just this one tremor, and he was discovered.

A stern shout: "Bring the torches!"

The swordsman subconsciously gripped his Tang saber, his brow furrowed slightly.

His heart was beating fast.

At that moment, it was like holding the Crouching Tiger Token, an unspeakable temperament emerged from the bottom of his heart, that kind of overbearingness, that kind of murderous aura, it was as if he had charged back and forth through thousands of troops, as if he had sparred with the number one general in the world, calm and composed.

Shi Pantuo was splashed in the face with murderous aura.

In a trance, he saw the young man charging through thousands of troops, as if he was alone, fighting against ten thousand, proud and arrogant.

Coming back to his senses, the bandit's face was full of despair.

Who exactly is the bandit?!

Who the hell is the fierce one!

Could it be that the colleagues of the Great Tang Dynasty now know how to pretend to be harmless monks to lure people into a trap?

Is the competition so fierce?

But in the end, the swordsman's saber was not drawn.

Because when the frontier general shouted to bring the lanterns, the monk squatting in the grass, with his bald head shining, had to stand up. Later records show that the Dharma Master Xuanzang told everyone that this was because the frontier general happened to be a Buddhist.

In fact, the bandit's memory faithfully recorded the scene.

When the Great Tang frontier general saw a monk with a tall figure, broad shoulders, and holding a two-meter-three-long Zen staff slowly rising, even the moonlight in the desert was obscured. The general's movement abruptly changed from looking down to looking straight, and finally to looking up, until a large shadow fell on his face.

The monk stuck the Zen staff into the ground, heavy like a battering ram, and put his hands together and said:

"This humble monk wishes to go out."

And just like that, they were released unbelievably.

The bandit couldn't believe it at all.

Later, after experiencing more things, he thought clearly, but even then, he only dared to record a sentence at this time: "The Dharma Master has a great body."

After that, because the swordsman was really bored, Xuanzang thought for a while and gave a suggestion: "Why don't you record what happens every day?" The monk said with a smile: "In this way, it is easier to pass the time and it will not be so difficult."

The swordsman, Chen Yuan, was very moved.

Immediately, he felt a little unsure and said: "But Xuanzang, you know me."

"I haven't studied much at all, and what I write will probably be boring."

Xuanzang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

He casually handed the water bag to Chen Yuan and said, "After I go back, I will help you polish it up. Maybe you can leave your name in this era by relying on this."

So the swordsman really started recording these things.

At first, he thought it would be difficult, but when he started, he realized that it was not as difficult as he had imagined. He didn't know why, but he seemed to be very used to doing these things, and he could easily record many things.

The great bandit, bored, also began to record things on the stone slab.

He originally wanted to run, but with only a little water obtained from the beacon tower, it was difficult to run back across this eight-hundred-li quicksand. Or rather, if he ran back, he would probably be shot into a hornet's nest by the Tang army, so he had to honestly follow along.

The reason that made him completely choose to stay was because the monk actually divided the drinking water and food between him and Chen Yuan.

…

There was no response for a long time.

The gods had no choice but to call out again, "Respectfully invite Great God Lu Wu..."

The spell was strengthened again, and the voice could be heard clearly.

Thus, the many mountain gods heard a strange sound.

The sound was so loud and noisy...

Very unpleasant.

With the rise and fall of Lu Wu's main body, the sound was sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

It sounded like... like...

Just as the gods were in awe, not daring to think or say anything more.

Someone muttered a sentence:

"Where's that cat snoring?!

"Why is it so unpleasant? I've never heard such an unpleasant snore..."

Lord of Chongwu Mountain: "............"

River God of the Flowing Sands: "............"

A silence so awkward that one could dig out a model of Shenzhou with their toes. Suddenly, with the fluctuation of magic power, this spell was forcibly interrupted by the Kunlun gods here. Fortunately, they stopped this scene that could make Lu Wu socially dead in public. One of the Kunlun gods, who was headed, barely maintained his solemnity and said with a stiff face:

"God Lu Wu has not yet awakened... The gods should return."

"This... yes."

The gods exchanged strange glances, daring not mention what had just happened. But when asked when they would come again, the Kunlun gods could not give a proper explanation, and the gods had no choice but to retreat. The Kunlun gods were also suspicious in their hearts. According to God Lu Wu's calculations, this should not have happened.

Did something unexpected happen that greatly consumed God Lu Wu's power?

It actually caused God Lu Wu to fall into a deep sleep again.

He was greatly puzzled, but relieved a little.

Fortunately, he stopped it in time. These mountain gods and water gods also knew how powerful he was.

It more or less protected the reputation and dignity of the mountain god, Lu Wu.

He wouldn't become socially dead...

He didn't notice the scene at this moment at all.

Among the mountain and sea gods who were retreating, next to the River God of the Flowing Sands, Changcheng.

The Water Ghost adjusted his glasses.

Silently hid the miniature camera in his arms.

ps: Today's first update... It will be over in the next two days~ I don't plan to delay it for too long, and to be honest, I still want to talk about the real Tang Xuanzang... At least in the desert, he really didn't eat or drink for five days and four nights.