Journey to the West: Leopard Head Mountain Entertainment Company

Chapter 654 Surrounded by Women

When Xuanzang was five years old, he had the ability of photographic memory, comprehended all kinds of Zen principles, and memorized Buddhist scriptures in temples.

He is obviously just a little bald head full of milky smell, but the profound Dharma has made the people around him admire.

Because the old monk is very old, he can be tired for a long time even swinging a hoe. Xuanzang couldn't bear the tiredness of the old monk, so he often went down the mountain to give free lectures on "Hundred Metaphors" to people. He was grateful for Mi Nian's relief.

It was originally a reluctance to fill the stomach, but unexpectedly, there was an interesting talk about a four-year-old "saint monk" preaching the scriptures and teaching the Dharma.

Originally located in a corner of the mountain, the small dilapidated temple was so barren that even the mice would shake their heads when they saw it. Suddenly, there were frequent pilgrims and constant traffic.

However, most of these pilgrims did not come to worship Buddha sincerely. They visited the ruined temple just to see the demeanor of the little holy monk.

Going all the way, visiting Buddhist temples, not to worship Buddha, but to meet people?

Although little Xuanzang could not understand the thoughts of these benefactors, he was still happy for the arrival of everyone.

Because there are more people, there will be more incense. If there are more incense, temple walls can be built, Buddha statues can be repaired, and even a small broken temple can be turned into a big one. The most important thing is that with incense, he can seek more. There are so many Buddhist scriptures that I have never read before, it is really awesome~!

Every time he thinks of these things, little Xuanzang gets excited - he doesn't look like a monk at all.

As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and joy and sorrow are intertwined. The reputation of the small ruined temple spread, but troubles followed one after another.

A girl who was not more than two or three years older than him came to the door one day with her parents and servants. The girl had big eyes and long eyelashes, and her skin was as white as snow, as if she was not from the country.

Little Xuanzang only regarded them as ordinary pilgrims, but when the girl saw him, her eyes lit up, she couldn't help but hold his hand, and talked about her identity.

Her name is Jia Ruo, and she is the princess of the Xiliang State. During her visit to Sui, she heard some interesting talk about the little saint monk, so she came here specially to see her. Now she is very satisfied with the demeanor of the little saint monk, so she thought Ask the little holy monk if he is willing to go back to Xiliang with her and become... the son-in-law?

Jia Ruo speaks fluent Sui dialect, Ming Ming is not very old, but speaks bold words that make adults feel ashamed.

Regarding this, Jia Ruo's father and mother laughed out loud, thinking that this was nothing more than a childish nonsense that the daughter saw that the little monk was cute.

Little Xuanzang didn't understand the meaning of "son-in-law of the country", so he asked Xiang Jiaruo, "What is this?"

Jia Ruo: "A son-in-law is not a thing, but a status. As long as you become a son-in-law, I will give you whatever you want!"

Hearing this, the young monk's eyes lit up instantly, "After becoming a son-in-law, I want one volume, no, five volumes of Buddhist scriptures, can you give them to me?"

Jia Ruo: "Of course, let alone five volumes, even if there are thousands of volumes, I can collect them for you."

When Qian and Wan, two numbers that are equivalent to countless numbers in Xuanzang's mind, blurted out from Jiaruo's mouth at will, Xuanzang couldn't help widening his eyes, and tried to ask, "Then... what if I want An iron hoe, can you give me too?"

"What do you want this for?"

"I want to farm, but the wooden hoe is too easy to break, and I have to replace it every three days, and I have to use a lot of strength to loosen the soil, and if the hoe hits a stone, it will leave a gap, but the iron hoe The hoe will not have these troubles."

What the little monk said made Jia Ruo laugh.

Xuanzang didn't understand what she was laughing at, he just thought that the ironware was too expensive and even Jiaruo couldn't afford it, but it was wrong, if Jiaruo could afford thousands of volumes of scriptures, how could he not be able to afford a hoe?

"It's easy to say, let alone an iron hoe, even if it's a silver hoe or a gold hoe, I can get it out for you."

"No, no, no, an iron hoe is enough. Gold and silver things are worth a thousand catties. I don't have the strength to swing them."

What the little monk said made Jia Ruo tilt his head for a moment, and after he understood what he meant, he laughed again, and the adults around couldn't help laughing after they figured out what Xuanzang meant by "worth a thousand catties". laugh.

Seeing that everyone was laughing, little Xuanzang was confused and laughed along with the crowd.

For a time, the small ruined temple was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

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Until Jia Ruo's voice changed, "It's okay to want anything, as long as you come back to Xiliang with me, according to Xiliang custom, marry me when you are 12 years old, you can have everything you want."

Little Xuanzang was looking forward to the beauty of becoming a son-in-law, but when he heard that he was leaving the small temple, he immediately shook his head like a rattle. No matter what Ren Jiaruo said, he refused to leave the small temple.

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a few days later.

Jia Ruo's family returned to Xiliang, and before leaving, they also gave Xiao Xuanzang hundreds of volumes of Buddhist scriptures and more than a dozen hoes. The young monk was very grateful for such a generous treat, and he could not return it. Only he and the old monk were to blame. At that time, I was only looking at the Buddhist scriptures, and I didn't think about inviting others to have a fast meal. It was really rude!

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Time passed day by day, Jia Ruo appeared like a mosquito, buzzing and flying, and then a group of mosquitoes came from nowhere, buzzing around the person.

I don't know when, there are more and more female pilgrims in the temple.

The female benefactors who entered the Buddhist temple were only seven or eight years old, and eleven or twelve years old, but without exception, they were all beautiful and watery. Not one in a hundred, or even one in a thousand beautiful women.

And the purpose of these little girls entering the Buddhist temple is the same as that of Jiaruo, that is...to make Xuanzang their husband-in-law! ?

The little monk was born with red lips, white teeth, and black eyes. He looks good, but how did a five-year-old doll come to be so charming and able to attract so many little girls?

The male pilgrims had no idea about this issue, they just envied the little monk's beauty and blessings; and little Xuanzang was also puzzled, surrounded by all the women, not only did not feel happy, but felt that they were extremely noisy.

The old monk thought about it, and he could only sigh that Xuanzang was not a peach tree in his previous life, otherwise how could he attract so many peach blossoms in this life?

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Those little girls were rowdy at best, though.

What really disturbed Xuanzang was a frightening woman who only appeared at night, or... a monster!eight.

Chapter 655

It was a monster with snow skin and red lips, covered in fishy smell, and looked poorer than him and the old monk.

Because every time this monster appears, it wears a thin black gauze, which can barely cover the chest and abdomen, but there are still two legs exposed in the frosty autumn night, which makes people feel cold. Panic.

Banshees are different from those female pilgrims.

If Jiaruo and the others are just unrestrained, the banshee is arrogant.

On a dark and windy night, it was the first time Xuanzang and the banshee met. The little monk was about to fall asleep when he heard someone's voice outside the door. Be a beautiful woman.

The woman involuntarily grabbed Xuanzang by the collar, lifted him up, and threatened him to make Xuanzang say "[-]" words of love for her.

As the saying goes, monks do not speak lies, so Xuanzang, as a monk, naturally would not speak against his will.

"If you don't say you love me, I'll take off your arm, dig out your heart, close your eyeballs, and let you eat it!"

The banshee's voice was like a silver bell, but she spoke incomparably harsh words. Xuanzang was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat, but he still had a firm Zen mind and vowed not to lie.

Seeing that the little monk was young and stubborn, the banshee blinked her beautiful eyes, and suddenly smiled sinisterly, "If you don't tell me, I'll kill your master, and then I'll kill the villagers at the foot of the mountain, and kill everyone I meet, and let them do it because of you." and die!"

Sure enough, although little Xuanzang was brave and not afraid of death, he was afraid that others would die because of him. Forced by the banshee's power, he had no choice but to speak his love words to the banshee reluctantly.

"No, why haven't I changed?"

After Xuanzang's face was full of tears and he had no choice but to tell the lie of love, the banshee looked bewildered. She suspected that the mysterious sound in the dream was fake.

Hope shattered, feeling lost, the already irritable banshee felt even more noisy when she heard Xuanzang sobbing, "Don't cry, if you cry again, I will kill your master and the villagers down the mountain!"

As soon as these words came out, Xuanzang immediately stifled his crying, wiped away his tears, and stood upright.

This naive look made the banshee couldn't help laughing, as if she had thought of something, her eyes lit up, and after lightly saying "I'll come to you in the future", she turned into a black wind and disappeared in the In a small ruined temple.

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"Master, there really are monsters!"

"Monks don't tell lies. There are no monsters in this world. If you believe in the anecdote and nonsense compiled by those scholars, the teacher will punish you to copy the scriptures twelve times!"

The young monk told the old monk what he had seen and heard last night, but the old monk not only did not believe it, but even reprimanded him, thinking that the wind was strong last night, Xuanzang mistakenly took the tree shadow shaking with the wind outside the window as a monster, and frightened himself own.

However, considering that no matter how well Xuanzang knew Buddhism, he was still just a child after all, so the old monk let Xuanzang sleep in his room that night.

That night, Xuanzang didn't meet the banshee again, and with his master by his side, he slept soundly.

But he was steadfast, and the master felt very uncomfortable. Tong Mian was very active. During the night, the old monk's bedding was robbed several times, and he woke up several times from the cold. Swipe around and give him a few punches.

On Qingming the next day, the old monk who was sleeping restlessly asked Xuanzang with a straight face, where is the monster?

Xuanzang faltered and hesitated, unable to speak.

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I slept with Master for half a month.

Xuanzang, who never saw any ghosts, began to wonder if he fell asleep that night. Maybe the master was right, there are no monsters in the world, only the demons of the human heart.

Xuanzang planned to go back to sleep in his own courtyard, but the old monk waved his hands quickly, expressing his relief that he would not see him off.

Unexpectedly, that night in the side courtyard, when the black wind blew, the witch appeared again!

Xuanzang was panicked, and wanted to call his master, but the witch was very vicious, and she said with a smile, "When someone comes, I will disappear. If you call someone, your master will think you are invisible if you don't see me." You are lying, and over time, everyone may think you are a liar."

Hearing the demon's words, Xuanzang had no choice but to ask why the banshee wanted him.

"Because I want to get your sincerity!"

The banshee said frankly that a few months ago, she had a dream in which a voice said, "Whoever can get Xuanzang's true love can make a wish come true 0...... .'

"Dreams are false and cannot be regarded as real."

Xuanzang shook his head and sighed, admonishing the female monster who stood five or six heads taller than him, with a serious face.

The banshee took a look at the little monk pretending to be an adult, and said that the dream was very clear. She not only mentioned Xuanzang's name, but also explained the dynasty, prefecture, mountain, and small temple where Xuanzang lived. To the extreme, it seems like a fantasy.

And what the banshee said made Xuanzang suddenly realize why he suddenly understood why Jiaruo and those female benefactors were so interested in him and begged him to become husband-in-law. Dream like a demon.

"How about it, little monk, do you want to find a way to fall in love with me? As long as you fall in love with me, I will try my best to satisfy you, even if it is dedication~ It doesn't matter."

The banshee whispered coquettishly, but what responded to him was Xuanzang's closed door with a 'snap'.

"Oh, how heartless, it's freezing outside, you little monk, do you have the heart to let me catch the cold outside?"

The banshee said something casually, but as soon as the words fell, the door of the little monk's room was opened, and a small hand pulled out a 0.8 quilt from inside and put it outside the door, and then quickly closed the door tightly.

"There is a firewood house in the west of the temple. The thick hay on the ground can be used as a bed. You can spend the night there tonight, and leave as soon as it dawns tomorrow, and don't come again."

Accompanied by the immature child's voice, the banshee looked at the quilt in front of the door, and couldn't help but lose her mind for a moment. Then, as if she saw something interesting, she laughed wildly and kept her sweet voice.

Early the next morning, the little monk shivered and pushed open the door with a runny nose.

The banshee did not take away the quilt that was placed on the steps outside the door, but the difference was that there was an extra paper bag on the quilt, and a few steaming white flour buns were wrapped in the paper bag...

Chapter 656 Disaster

Since then, the banshee really hasn't appeared again.

But the banshee's words made Xuanzang's face wrinkle, feeling extremely absurd.

Can he realize his wish if he is sincere?

How could there be such a bizarre and inexplicable dream in the world?

All in all, after knowing that those female benefactors approached him with a purpose, Xuanzang, who already felt that the women were annoying, only felt that they were even more noisy.

Because when those women saw him, they rubbed his face and touched his head. Obviously he had said that he would not be polluted by the world of mortals, but the female benefactors just didn't believe him, and the harassment of him became more and more intense, which made people feel sorry for him. Even the scriptures will not work, alas!

However, although Xuanzang was helpless, he remembered that these female benefactors came here from all over the world, thousands of miles away, so he held back his small thoughts and let them play tricks, as if the power was sent by the Buddha It's a test.

Spring to autumn, cold to summer.

The old monk's health is getting worse and worse, his teeth are about to fall out, and he can't chew food unless he cooks the pickled vegetables to pieces on weekdays. He mutters every day that he doesn't have two years to live, but Xuanzang remembers correctly The words, these words the old monk has been chanting since he can remember, are really funny and interesting.

And in these years, Xuanzang has grown taller and taller, but he was only 11 years old, and he was already tall and handsome, with a faint sense of Zen. Not only did the demeanor of the "little holy monk" not fade with the years, but it became more and more Steady and heavy.

But what troubled Xuanzang was that he thought that as long as he ignored those female benefactors, he would naturally leave the small temple and stop bothering them when they felt bored. Not only did it not decrease, but it actually increased.

There are not only women from far away, but even girls from the bottom of the mountain frequently go up the mountain, showing their love unabashedly.

The princess Jia Ruo of the Xiliang Kingdom has been in constant contact over the years, and every time she looks for him, she will bring several carts of fruits and vegetables, rice noodles, and scriptures collected from everywhere.

Also with the help of Jiaruo, the small dilapidated temple was repaired and remodeled, the statues were turned into bronze statues, and the three side rooms were also increased to more than ten rooms. Not to mention the larger scale, the temple plaque of "Jingtuo Temple" Redo it.

Orchids are unrestrained, fiery, and Jiaruo's undisguised love always makes Xuanzang flattered and helpless. He has repeatedly told Jiaruo that his dreams are false and cannot be real. Besides, he is a monk. I have vowed to be the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng and live alone, but I still hope that Jia Ruomo will let himself fall into confusion because of the novelty of the moment.

"It's not because of a dream that I treat you well. Sooner or later, I will become the king of Xiliang. I don't want to get anything. It's just for you."

The coquettishness of the foreign beauty made the young Xuanzang's heart flutter, and he suddenly understood why there was such a thing as lust and caution. This woman's tenderness is really an invisible poison to the heart, more terrifying than the demon king Bo Xun in the Buddhist scriptures.

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Dharma Dharma, only realize the Dharma, but not think about the Dharma, sitting in meditation until old age is nothing but nothing.

Xuanzang thought for a long time, and felt that it would be difficult to make progress behind closed doors, so he took a small package and said to the master, and decided to go on a long trip to a temple outside the temple to talk about Buddhist insights.

When going down the mountain, the surrounding people smiled and greeted Xuanzang when they saw Xuanzang.

After all, in these years, Xuanzang would go out every month to give free lectures in nearby towns, and he would generously help those who suffered and died. There is no lack of respect.

There were very few Buddhist temples in the Sui Dynasty, and monks were not easy to become monks. The conditions for becoming a monk were extremely harsh. They needed to be recognized by the court, and they had to read all kinds of scriptures, be proficient in literature and science, and abide by precepts and other regulations. Can be a monk.