Basic Introduction Chinese Name: Tongtianhe mbth: Tongtianhe Width: 800 Li Owner: Linggan Wang Source: Introduction, Description and Brief Description of Journey to the West Tongtianhe is a big river through which Tang Priest and his disciples learned Buddhist scriptures, which is one of the eighty-one difficulties of Tang Priest and his disciples. See chapters 47 and 48 of The Journey to the West. Tang Priest was blocked from crossing the river and spent the night in Chenjiacun. He happened to meet the sacrifice of the king of feelings. The Monkey King fought the Tianhe River with him and saved the virgins. Later, he was helped by the old man across the Tianhe River. See below for details. Back to the forty-seventh account of the holy monk stopping water at night. Jin Mu is merciful to save children (excerpt). After a short walk in Tongtian River, he only heard the sound of rough waves. Pig said, "That's all! Go to the end of the road! " Friar Sand said, "It's a stream." The Tang Priest asked, "But how can we survive?" Pig said, "I'll try it and see how deep it is." "Wuneng, don't talk nonsense," Sanzang said. "The water is shallow and deep. How can I try? " Pig said, "Find a stone and throw it in. If the blisters are shallow, the bones are heavy and the sound is deep. " "Go and have a try," Monkey said. . Idiot touched a stone by the roadside, looked at it and threw it into the water. He only heard the fish bite his bones and sink to the bottom of the water. He said, "Deep! Can't go! " The Tang Priest said, "Although you have tried the depth, you don't know how wide it is." Pig said, "I don't know this, I don't know." "Let me see," Monkey said. . What a great sage! He somersaulted in the air and looked intently, but there he was: the sun was shining in the moon and the shadows were floating in the sky. Lingpai swallowed Hua Yue and flowed through all rivers. The waves are rolling, the waves are rolling. There is no fishing fire on the shore, and herons sleep in the sand. At a loss, just like the sea, it is endless at first glance. He quickly put away the cloud, pressed it on the river and said, "Master, this cloud is several miles wide! Can't go! I have golden eyes. I often see thousands of miles away during the day, and I know it's unlucky. You can still see three or five hundred miles at night. Since we can't see the shore, how can we set a wide number? " Sanzang was too scared to speak. His voice choked. "Disciple, what seems to have happened?" Friar Sand said, "Master, don't cry. Look at the man standing by the water. " "I think it's a fisherman," Monkey said. . "Let me invite him." I took the iron bar and ran to the front in two or three steps. It's not a person, it's a stone tablet. There are three Chinese characters on the tablet, and there are ten small characters in the bottom two lines. Three big characters are "Tongtian River" and ten small characters are "The diameter is more than 800 miles, and there are few pedestrians in ancient times". Monkey called, "Master, come and see." Seeing this, Sanzang said with tears in his eyes, "Disciple, when we said goodbye to Chang 'an, we only said that it was easy to go west, but we knew that evil spirits blocked me and mountains and rivers were far away! "Listen, Master," Pig said. "Where are the cymbals played? I think it is a vegetarian family. Let's get something to eat, let the ferry find a boat and go there tomorrow. " Sanzang immediately heard drums and cymbals. "It's not Taoist, it's my monk's. I'll wait. "Monkey led the horse in front, heard the noise and a group of people came. . There is a straight road, neither high nor low. After crossing the beach, I saw a bunch of other people's houses, about 400 to 500, but they all lived well, but what I saw was the sidewalk with the mountain and the river. Chai Fei is everywhere, and bamboo yards are closed. The heron with sand head dreams clearly, and the cuckoo outside the willow has a cold mouth. The piccolo is silent and the cold anvil has no rhyme. The branches of Polygonum cuspidatum shake the moon, and the leaves of Huang Wei fight the wind. The dog barks at the hedge in Motou Village, and the old fisherman sleeps on the ferry boat. The lights are sparse and people are quiet, and the moon in the sky is like a hanging mirror. Suddenly I heard a burst of white apple fragrance, but it was sent by the west wind on the other side. Photo of TV series-tortoise crossing the Tianhe River