[Journey to the West] Don't call me Wukong

It is full of charm and vitality.

I sat in a corner of the room, watching them and them silently, eating wine, punching, teasing, and playing.

"That little monk, have you seen enough?"

A burst of pungent fragrance came to my face, the woman sat between my legs swinging her weak and boneless waist, pressed one hand on my chest, and moved down restlessly with the other hand.

"Sister Xing'er, please be safe and don't be impatient." I grabbed her troubled hand and smiled, "You can't get enough of Chunhuaqiushi. Dear sister, let me stay for a while. Evening class is over, and I will come again." Walk."

Xing'er has a smile on her face. To be honest, if it weren't for the heavy makeup and exaggerated decorations on her face, she would really be a pure and refined beauty.

"Stay if you like, no one will drive you away anyway."

Myolie said something, kissed me on the cheek, and got up to join in the game of guessing on the big table.

I watched for a while, and there was the sound of the gong before the West Market closed.

I got up and walked out of the room, went to the balcony and looked into the distance.

"Thousands of lights in the night market shine on the green clouds, and there are red-sleeve customers in high-rise buildings. Shuimen is full of evening tea merchants, and bridge city is full of drinkers all night.",

"Hehe, the little monk is quite capable, and he is also good at reciting poems and making mistakes."

One of the guests at the big table got up and came to the balcony. He was not tall, and he was also dark and thin. He was wearing brocade clothes, which seemed out of place.

I clasped my hands together and bowed to salute: "Amitabha, this almsgiver is laughing at you, the poor monk is rude."

The man waved his hand: "Little monk, let me ask you, for the past few days, you have been sitting in this Cuixiang building every night, why?"

"The poor monk wants to find a clean place."

"The world is pure like the ancient Buddha with blue lamps, morning bells and evening drums, but you come to this place of fireworks to find purity?"

"What the benefactor said was just ordinary purity, what the poor monk is looking for is true purity."

"Oh? What is ordinary tranquility, and what is real purity?" The guest suddenly raised his voice, attracting the attention of other people in the room. Those people also stopped their movements and cast their gazes one after another.

The guest in front of him seemed very proud. Seeing that people were looking at him, he puffed up his chest and looked at me: "You just talk about it today, and it's fine if you talk about it clearly. If you talk about it indiscriminately, it won't work!"

"Why not?"

"You are a monk, but you go in and out of the fireworks field, and you don't abide by the rules and regulations. If we sue the government, what do you say?"

"The poor monk firstly did not eat meat or drink alcohol, secondly, he did not get close to women, and thirdly, he never uttered falsehoods. The five precepts of killing, stealing, adultery, lying, and drinking, which one did the benefactor say the poor monk had violated?"

"You..." The person in front of you was at a loss for words for a while, and blushed, "Stop making sophistry here!"

Another person stood up from the big table, laughed, and said to me, "Little monk, what is purity?"

"Human nature, Buddha nature."

"How to get clean?"

"Know your mind and see your nature."

"Fireworks blind the eyes, how to clear the heart? Heretics are disturbed, how to see the sex?"

"My body is the Buddha and the Buddha is me, and my heart has never been stained with dust."

"Not stained? You are pure, so where does the dust come from? Haha, Xuanzang, you finally recruited!"

There was a long howl, and the light and shadow moved around him.The man slapped the table with one palm, and the whole person turned into a light and shadow, soaring into the sky.

We were on the top floor of the Cuixiang Building, and when he rushed upwards, he forcibly knocked a hole out of the entire roof.

Bricks and rubble fell in response, smashing into the room one after another.

The people around the big table ran screaming and ran downstairs at the same time. For a moment, the third floor of Cuixiang Building seemed like a catastrophe was imminent. Everyone screamed and rushed, those upstairs rushed downstairs, and those inside rushed Rush outside, those behind people rush forward.

I glanced at the chaos downstairs, looked at the people who had fallen into the room again, and said with a smile: "I have mortal eyes, and I can no longer recognize monsters and true gods. I am troublesome to report your family name, so that I will not be confused when I get it." ghost."

"I have searched for you for ten lifetimes, and finally found you today. I will kill you!"

"Wait a minute, you haven't said who you are yet." I asked him very persistently. In fact, I was afraid of death, so it might be a while.

"You forgot me, but I will never forget you." The man's eyes were full of emotions, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. When he was excited, the corners of his eyes turned red, but he didn't shed tears. You once blocked the Tathagata's Dharma Eye for me, when I was just a little mouse. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah! Rats! So many rats!"

There was a burst of shouting outside, and I frowned, and there was a fire bursting into the sky in the distance.

"You said you were a mouse?"

He smiled: "Those are my disciples and grandchildren, they just came to Chang'an to have fun, nothing will happen."

"No way? Those people are dead!" I pointed at the piles of corpses downstairs and glared at him.

"So what if you die?"

So what if you're dead?Good question, how do I know how?I haven't died before, hey, wait a minute, I seem to have died once, but wait, isn't that really a dream?