[Journey to the West] Tucao Emperor who was delayed by Buddhism

To be honest, I don't know how to use the water in my clean bottle.

At the very beginning, the Buddha thought my skirt was not good-looking, and thought about finding another decoration for me, the kind of decoration that looks very good-looking even though it is tasteless, after looking for it, he decided to find me a vase .

So, he actually found me a vase, and it wasn't literally a vase, it was a vase in every sense of the word.Although there are many legends and stories about this vase, to be honest, it was really a vase in the beginning!

Because our organization was relatively poor at that time, it was a waste of money for everyone to raise money to buy me a good dress. I couldn’t find a better bottle, so I found this clean bottle. The Buddha hoped that this clean bottle could be used It has a lot of uses, so it seems that he is more knowledgeable and good at using it, and it is more cost-effective-he wondered if I could use this clean bottle to fight.

So my bottle was originally used for fighting. When the other Buddhas and the Great Demon King were fighting fiercely, because the Avalokitesvara is good-looking and wearing a skirt is not very suitable for fighting, so I was responsible for standing on the cloud. Peep secretly when they are fighting, then find the right position, throw my clean bottle down and hit the head of the big devil.

But the fact is like this, the idea is often very good, the actual operation is always problematic, I always throw the bottle inaccurately, smashed Puxian's head several times, and now Puxian is the only Bodhisattva with a wrong painting style in the entire Western Paradise , I have been secretly suspecting that his brain was smashed by me, but I can only doubt in the end, after all, Puxian would never admit to death, and he would not give me a chance if I tried to treat him.

So that day, when the Heavenly Court's [-] troops cast a net to hunt down Monkey King, I discussed with Taibai Jinxing and the others to throw my bottle down and smash Monkey King's head. Little Saint Erlang Zhenjun let the dog bite people, and he would not let me lose it.

Later, the Buddha added a magical willow to me, so that my vase seemed to be useful, and it seemed that I was well-educated and planted flowers.

Later, it seemed that the subjects of Dongtu also felt that my vases and wickers were very loving, so they added Jingping vases and wickers to all the statues enshrined to me, and these two things became my iconic objects.

The Buddha told me that this is a good thing, because after I have the clean bottle and the willow sticks, I will be able to be with him when the heinous big devil pulls out his evil swords and knives that open the world to kill gods and demons. When the evil blade and sword edge are pulled out of the scabbard and ready to destroy the world, I can easily pull out a wicker from my vase!Come and fight him!Maintain world peace!Maintain love!Isn’t it very compelling!

Who said that all the Buddhas in the Western Paradise are mourning?Absolutely not!You see, Avalokitesvara has pulled out his limp wicker from the clean bottle!How burning!

See that clear liquid sloshing on the wicker?It complements the sharpness on the blade of the big demon king opposite!

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All in all, in the back garden of Zhenyuanzi, I took out this magical wicker again, called the Monkey King, dipped the water in the clean bottle, and drew a spell of resurrection on his hand, so that he Go and revive my little green, lest all the plants and trees in the world die without their spiritual roots, and cause big troubles.

In the end, he was still looking at the charm in his palm, and asked me blankly: "Bodhisattva, why did you draw a little chicken on my palm?"

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This is obviously the spell for my resurrection from the dead in the Western Paradise, designed by the Buddha himself, to symbolize the six reincarnations of all living beings in the world...

That Sun Wukong is a thoughtful master. In the past, the ancestor Bodhi knocked on his head three times, and he knew to go to someone else's house in the middle of the night. Now he looks at me, at his palm, in my heart Before I opened my mouth to explain to him, I made up an explanation in my head: "Bodhisattva, you mean..."

He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at me, with an expression of sudden realization, and by the way, looked at me meaningfully with that kind of "unspeakable, unspeakable" eyes.

Me: "...you monkey, just speak up if you have something to say."

Monkey King turned his head, looked at my apprentice with a strange expression, and whispered: "Is it not convenient to talk about it here?"

... How much have you misunderstood!

He saw me staring at him, and my apprentice was a deadhead, refusing to leave, so he stammered and asked: "Bodhisattva, you drew a chicken on my palm, so you need to kill the chicken and toast to save this ginseng fruit tree?" , but your Buddhist family can’t kill, so let me sneak to you with a dead chicken, and then we resurrected the ginseng fruit tree and divided the chicken together under this tree?”

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With your brain power, it is a blessing to be able to learn the skills of Bodhi Patriarch.

I said, "First of all, it's not a chicken, it's a resurrection spell."

Sun Wukong still quarreled with me: "But this is obviously a little chicken... Look at the mouth, the eyes, and the claws..."

I interrupted him indifferently: "This spell was designed by the Buddha after his Garuda."

Sun Wukong suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he closed his mouth suddenly, his eyes widened and he died silently.

I patiently said to him: "This is a spell to bring the dead back to life. You put it under the root of the tree and see that the water is the limit. Go."

Sun Wukong squeezed his fist, and walked to the ginseng fruit tree in a daze, watching the ginseng fruit tree that he pushed down had its roots sprouted, its leaves fallen and its branches withered, he squeezed his fist and muttered in a low voice: "I'm sorry, old ancestor."

After a while, a clear spring emerged from under the tree.

I said to him: "This water is not allowed to violate the five-element utensils, gold, wood, or any other kind. Find a jade utensil and scoop it out."

Sun Wukong hurriedly went to Zhen Yuanzi to borrow the jade ladle to scoop water, but you know that Zhen Yuanzi is a very stingy person. When he saw Sun Wukong, he felt that his hands were insignificant. Turning around, he took out a small jade teacup from the cupboard and put it in the palm of his hand, and gave it to him: "Here, this is the only one left."

Sun Wukong: "..."

He stared wide-eyed at the jade teacup, which was not as big as his palm, and said after a while, "Isn't that stingy, Daxian?"

Although Zhen Yuanzi is good-looking, he has not changed his stinginess, and resolutely said: "There is no big one!" After finishing speaking, he still did not forget to taunt Monkey King: "When I was going to fry you in a frying pan, you You moved that stone lion and threw it into my pot, and you smashed my pot!"

Sun Wu was so angry that he had nothing to say, he could only hold the small teacup to scoop water, scoop it out one at a time, and pour it on the extremely tall and huge ginseng fruit tree with thousands of years, the more he poured, the more desperate he became.

Zhu Bajie and Drifting helped up the tree that had been pushed down. Thinking about it, the tree was full of branches and leaves, and the trunk was as thick as a big house. When they were beaten to death, they wanted to have fun, but it was so easy to lift them up. The two of them were like carrying a mountain. Holding on to the trunk with all his strength, the Monkey King, holding a small dying teacup in his hand, ran up and down the side of the tree, scooped up a pinch of water, poured it on, scooped up another pinch of tea, and poured it on. Going up, I was so busy that I was sweating like rain, and the sweat that fell was more than the water scooped out, and I was so angry that I gritted my teeth while scooping up water.

Zhen Yuanzi was standing next to me, patted my shoulder and laughed: "Guanyin, I can watch such a scene for a whole year. If I save this little bit of laughter, I will laugh at him for a while." 3000 years."

Nonsence.

In 3000 years, have you ever thought about the feelings of your ancestors?

Although this gentleman is not very capable, stingy, and stingy, but he is handsome, and no one is embarrassed to care about him. Several times I wanted to slap him on the face, but he stared with a pair of radiant eyes Staring at me with an aggrieved face, I couldn't fight for a long time.

Alas, people are good-looking, that's all.I always feel that his appearance is too similar to Donghua's golden body in the world. I suspect that Donghua has lived too long and is a bit lazy. Although he cares about the effect of publicity, he is too lazy to even design his own appearance. Tong Jun's face is his own, no matter how you say it, it is very powerful.

But Mr. Tong Shitong himself didn't know about this, and I couldn't tell him: You see, the Donghua that was passed down in the world looks very similar to you.When the time comes, Mr. Tong Shi will go to Donghua for a theory. One of them is beautiful and the other ugly is arguing over there. It's embarrassing for me to pick things up.

And what can I say about bumping into faces, because the appearance of gods in the world is always passed on, maybe who made a mistake?Alas, I always thought Donghua was very scheming, he was probably the most scheming among those ancestors, even if Zhenyuan pointed to the golden body in the world and asked him: Why is your Donghua not so handsome? Like yourself, look exactly like me?It's fine for you to be ugly yourself, why did you use my face to smear me?

At that time, Donghua said, how do I know, since I didn't make the golden body myself, how can I be blamed for the rumors in the world?Look at Avalokitesvara, he still wears a skirt, do you think his skirt looks like someone?It can piss people off.

Don't be afraid of anything else, what I'm most afraid of is this kind of clinging to the old, he takes your face to be incensed in the world, you still can't beat him, how angry.

Just as I was thinking, the Monkey King was sweating profusely to carry the spring water and irrigate the roots of the tree. With a shake of my body, the branches and leaves were revived, and all the scattered leaves returned to the branches, and turned back into the lush tree again.

He was able to come back to life, and the tree was also a mindless one, trembling and trembling, and said in a daze, "Gululu..."

Zhen Yuanzi said: "Yes, I've talked to you again. I've been begging him for many years, and I haven't spoken a single word to me, only when you're around."

Xiaolu, that is, the ancestor, absorbed the nutrients in the water, stretched the branches and leaves, and came back to life, just like the drunk person, muttering in a daze: "This is a secret...you can't tell the secret."

Monkey King: "??? Can your tree speak?"

A long branch and leaf slapped his face twice, swayed dizzily, and made a strange long sound: "Shhh—"

Then, I heard the branch shaking the ground, and a drunken voice came out: "Buddha is a straight man..."

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???

He hiccupped and tilted the trunk: "He forced the little Guanyin to wear a skirt..."

... This is a bit scary.

I was trying to make him shut up, but he suddenly trembled, shaking the soil of the three mountains and five mountains, almost knocking down Zhen Yuanzi's house, and he roared out of the mountains and rivers: "The Jade Emperor is a little bitch!"

... No no no, stop talking!

I rushed over, trying to cover his mouth, but he was as big as a tree, and I didn't know where the sound came from, and I couldn't stop him.

I thought to myself, he has already said everything he can say, so it should have nothing to do with me.

After all, he was raised by Zhen Yuanzi, so it is none of my business if the news spreads.

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I saw him drooping the branches and leaves, and made another sound of aggrieved——

"Emperor Donghua's face is copied from the same emperor! He is shameless!"

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...it's over, really.