Beijuluzhou, the country of Wan Yao.

Bajie Mountain.

This is Zhu Wuneng's temple and the territory he occupied as the demon king.

Although there are players' interference, monsters and humans are still somewhat different after all.

The demonic nature tends to be animal nature, and they still prefer the strong to be on the weak. It is really difficult to form a civilization among them.

So to this day, there is only one demon country founded by Kunpeng demon master.

Even so, the country of Ten Thousand Demons is still full of jungle laws. The most important thing to survive here is strength.

Fortunately, Zhu Wuneng has good strength, so he became the demon king here and lived a stable life here.

Inside Bajie Mountain, Zhu Wuneng looked at Lin Qianjun opposite him silently.

He was more sure whether the existence of the Buddhist scriptures existed than Chen Xuanzang and others.

It’s just because of that Nine-Turning Golden Pill.

If this thing is present, it means that this game of chess is real.

But the reason why he chose to leave so decisively was that what he didn't want to accept the most was the result of seeking scriptures.

He used to be so respectful about his identity in the Heavenly Court, and his background and background were strong enough, he could be said to be destined to rise to the top.

Now someone above wants him to go to the West to be an undercover agent, of course he doesn't want to.

So when he saw the opportunity, he decisively stepped back.

However, he finally got out of the quagmire, and now Lin Qianjun comes to him to write scriptures again, and he really feels embarrassed.

"Mr. Zhu, I believe that with your wisdom, you will be able to write scriptures that can save all living beings." Lin Qianjun said to Zhu Wuneng.

Hearing the sound, Zhu Wuneng's mouth twitched for a moment, and then replied: "Although I have been a monk for a few days, I haven't read a single Buddhist scripture. I know a lot about Daozang. Don't look for me in this matter."

Lin Qianjun saw that Zhu Wuneng was unwilling, but he didn't care. He pointed out and turned into a mysterious light and fell directly into Zhu Wuneng's soul.

Then Lin Qianjun smiled and said, "Mr. Zhu, I understand that you lack some self-control. This prohibition is given to you by self-discipline. From now on, you must write a scripture every year, otherwise it will attack and cause you a lot of pain."

Zhu Wuneng widened his eyes and used his magic to remove the restrictions between his soul, but he could not do it.

After a while, he looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Prevent this prohibition for me, and I promise to write scriptures for you."

"Mr. Zhu, don't be afraid. As long as you write ninety-ninety-one volumes of scriptures, this restriction will be eliminated." Lin Qianjun said with a smile.

After saying that, Lin Qianjun left with him.

Zhu Wuneng stood there in a daze, his expression becoming a little ugly.

After a while, Zhu Wuneng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, don't you want scriptures? I'll write it to you. I'll write all the masters of the ancestors in it, and see if you dare to ask them!!!"

......

The capital of the daughter.

In the palace, Chen Xuanzang was holding a pen and writing scriptures.

Among these people, he cared the most about obtaining the scriptures.

It can even be said that seeking scriptures has become his obsession, and even without Lin Qianjun's reminder, he was starting to write scriptures.

He believed that the Buddha's true scriptures could not save all sentient beings.

And sentient beings cannot be saved in just a few volumes of scriptures.

People in the world are bustling with people. What they need is not the mysterious principles in the scriptures, but some tips that can help them solve life problems.

So in the scriptures he wrote, he used small stories to describe some important small knowledge in life.

It contains a wide range of content, including astronomy, geography, language arithmetics, and even things in practice and magic.

In order to write these things, he also worked a lot of effort and consulted a lot of information.

Among them, especially in terms of practice, it is the most difficult for him to write about.

After all, he has never had any cultivation, so it is naturally extremely difficult to write scriptures.

Fortunately, due to his subtle identity and having contacted many players, he has obtained many practice techniques and accumulated a lot of accumulation, so he can barely talk about the difficulties and problems of ordinary people in the process of cultivation from his own perspective.

Although it is simple and basic, it doesn't seem worth mentioning in the eyes of people with a little level.

But it is precisely this simple basis that it is extremely universal.

Time is like water, and twenty years have passed.

Chen Xuanzang's blood and blood have declined and his appearance has become older.

He has been studying and writing scriptures for the past twenty years, and now he has achieved some success.

He gradually let go of what happened.

But what made him feel most guilty was that the king of the Kingdom of Women was still young, but he failed to let him give birth to half of his offspring.

For this reason, they thought of many ways, and even turned to Yi Ren for help.

However, there is still nothing to do.

Now he has intentionally or unintentionally tried to avoid this first wife, just to weaken the relationship between the two parties so as not to suffer when they are separated in the future.

However, the king of the Kingdom of Women doesn't care about these things. It starts with appearance and finally has the meaning.

What Chen Xuanzang really cares about is never a sacred face.

After all, it is too easy to become better in the current world.

What Chen Xuanzang asked her to care about was that persistence and that sincere heart.

Squeak~!

The gate of the Sutra Pavilion opened and the Queen saw her husband. Now he is no longer young, but he is still writing scriptures silently.

After the screening left and right, the queen stepped forward and replaced Chen Xuanzang with a pot of hot tea.

Chen Xuanzang did not look back, but thought he was a maid, so he spoke out: "Thank you."

"Why do you and me say thank you?" the queen smiled.

Hearing the sound, Chen Xuanzang turned his head. After seeing that it was the queen, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Xiaoxiao, it's you."

He knew that he would face death eventually, so he was actually unwilling to let the queen get too close to him.

When I got married, I only made a choice because I owe the other party.

As for love, there may be, but his love for the queen is definitely not as much as the queen has.

"How much have you written?" the queen asked.

"Including the previous book, there are now a total of 3,118 volumes." Chen Xuanzang replied.

"Do you need me to publish it for you?" asked the queen.

"No need to do this. After I die, don't sign it. Just treat it as a miscellaneous book. It's also considered that I came here and left some traces." Chen Xuanzang shook his head and said.

"I just knew that I was unlucky." The queen complained and said, "Recently, I found two strange people who are very accomplished in physical transformation. The problem that you cannot practice may be solved."

Chen Xuanzang knew in his heart that this was probably a useless work, but he still sincerely thanked the queen and said, "I'm sorry for you."

......

Soon, another thirty years passed.

The pursuit of the scriptures has long been forgotten. Although people occasionally mention the shocking scam, it is already a past history and no one cares much.

At most, it's just a sigh.

As for several of the parties involved, some players have interviewed them.

But not many people care about it.

The farce of seeking scriptures seemed to have ended at the beginning.

In the Huaguo Mountain, monkeys write quickly, and behind them are neatly filled with scriptures.

In the Liusha River service area, Sha Wujing was drinking refreshing drinks while typing on the keyboard and entering the story he wanted to express.

In the White Dragon Palace, Ao Lie was using his imaginative imagination to describe all their experiences in the past nine years.

On Bajie Mountain, Zhu Wuneng gritted his teeth and recorded the mysterious words in the jade slip with resentment on his face. He wanted to see if Lin Qianjun dared to ask for this scripture.

Inside the Sutra Collection of the Kingdom of Women's Palace.

Thirty years have passed, and the scriptures behind Chen Xuanzang have doubled and his face has also doubled.

Now his face is covered with wrinkles, his qi and blood have declined to the extreme, and his eyes have become much more turbid.

Although my body is still strong, I don’t know when it will fall down.

The king of the Kingdom of Women has come to see him less and less.

It’s not that his feelings for Chen Xuanzang have faded.

Instead, she was trying every means to save Chen Xuanzang's life.
To be continued...