Tang Seng is a cook

Hearing his senior brother say that he has a demonic aura, Bai Longma couldn't help but cheer up, his ears pricked up.

At the door, Zhuang Fan didn't hear the disciple's whisper, and was still chatting with others.

Just now seeing the dolls pass the invisible wall with ease, the old city lord, shopkeeper Zhao and others all breathed a sigh of relief and admired them, secretly thinking that the holy monks of the Tang Dynasty really had powerful mana, but they didn't know that the disciples did it for them, and the master didn't know anything. .

When Tang Seng opened the door and came out, everyone gasped nervously, only to see a young monk walking out of the door, wearing a worn and clean blue monk robe, wearing straw sandals, with a bald head and no hat, his scalp was irritated for many days. She has never had a haircut, but has grown a stubble of short hair, and her complexion is fair, but it is dry and not oiled, with a layer of small skin, which looks very down-and-out and ordinary.

It's just that when I look at the person again, I feel that the brows are clear and the eyes are clear and energetic, the gaze is shining, the expression is natural, the chest and spine are straight when walking and standing, and the bearing is imposing, which is completely different from others.

Shopkeeper Zhao hurriedly came up to introduce: "Holy Monk, this is Mr. Zhao, the parent officer of the city. I heard that the Holy Monk is coming, and I am here to pay a visit!"

Zhuang Fan was startled, secretly thought of a mistake, and quickly saluted: "Amitabha! I have seen the old man", and said again, "Is it the poor monk? The poor monk is supposed to visit the old man! It's just a dusty traveler, so I dare not offend!"

He originally wanted to come and leave in a low-key manner, but he didn't expect that the status of imperial envoy bestowed by the king of the Tang Dynasty would be so powerful that even the head of a county was blown out, so he had to find an excuse for not going to see him.

Mr. Zhao's posture was very low, and he replied: "I was reckless and disturbed the holy monk to rest!"

Zhuang Fan said again: "How dare you?" No more talking, let's all come in.

Everyone was still terrified, afraid of hitting the wall and losing their composure, they took a step without thinking, and walked in easily, thinking in their hearts that it was amazing.

At this time, Wukong had already rushed back to the house to change his battle robe. The old city lord had never been to the mansion of his grandson, so he brought his subordinates in to take a look. One spruce and one ginkgo, the house looks like, but it is quite elegant , couldn't help saying: "The holy monk can barely live in this courtyard." He pointed to the white dragon horse under the tree and said: "This horse is very handsome, but it was given by the king of Tang?"

Zhuang Fan didn't want to make trouble, he smiled without saying a word, and he took it as his acquiescence, but Wukong was dressed neatly, carrying a stick, and stepped out of the house to make trouble: "The horse given by the king of Tang has long been taken away by the gluttonous goblin. This is Guanyin." Old Bodhisattva, he specially found a white dragon horse for my master!"

The gluttonous goblin Bai Longma was so angry that he scolded his senior brother a few words, but everyone couldn't understand, they thought that the horse Huihui was responding to Wukong's words, so they couldn't help but forget their fear, and they all praised in amazement, how dare they dare Also leaned over to look.

Zhuang Fan secretly glared at the monkey, turned around and introduced: "This is the poor monk's big apprentice, with a stubborn temper, sir, don't blame him!"

The old city owner Zhao was startled by Wukong's appearance at the beginning, and he heard him say "Guanyin Bodhisattva". !"

Wukong held the stick and cupped his hands in a scrawled manner: "Thanks for the compliment."

Zhuang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There's a leather monkey." Then he led everyone into the house, and only shopkeeper Zhao went to the front and called the boy to serve tea for everyone.

Wukong stood still, and invited everyone to enter one by one, with piercing eyes, it was the first time that all the subordinate officials saw this monkey-faced Lei Gong, and they were a little scared when he stared at him like this, but saw that the great sage was soon surrounded by groups , the real little monkey hugged his thigh and climbed up: "Brother, brother, lead us to play!" Then he couldn't help but smile knowingly, looked at each other, entered the room and sat down at ease.

The monkey was very patient in coaxing the dolls, rubbing their brains one by one, and finally picked up the little chubby boy hanging from his thighs and poked his bulging cheeks: "How long will it be before you go home? Be careful, parents are in a hurry, eat a bamboo shoot." Fried meat!"

Little Fatty's sister also called him from below: "Come down!" Change her up!

The little fat man ignored him, took the best seat and did not let go, and asked, "What is fried pork with bamboo shoots? Is it delicious?"

It made the monkey laugh out loud.

After leading the children to play for a while, seeing that the dolls were fine, the Great Sage promised to bring them peaches to eat in a few days, so he sent the dolls out and saw that they had all returned home. When he came back, he shook his head at Xiao Bailong.

The group of white-bearded old men in the room did not contain goblins, and the group of milk dolls were all mortals, so the Great Sage was surprised. Where did the seemingly ghostly aura come from?

There was no one on the street outside, and the evil spirit disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Where did the goblin come from, slipping so fast! ?

Wukong wanted to go out and take a look around to see if there were any caves in the surrounding mountains where the water flowed, so he stepped into the house with a stick on his shoulders, and said to Tang Monk, "Master, it's getting late, this disciple wants to pick up my junior brother." Come back, if you look later, you won’t be able to see the way.”

The corners of Zhuang Fan's eyes twitched when he heard this, a monkey and a horse, none of them seemed like someone who couldn't see clearly in the middle of the night, but he didn't know what the monkey was going to do, and besides, he really wanted to cross Ao Yu's way. He said: "Go, go early and come back early, don't play around with your junior brother, and don't cause trouble, remember!?" I'm afraid that the monkey will go out of its way and kill people again.

The master was strict, and the monkey was very pleased with himself, and said cheerfully: "Got it!"

Turning around, he happily led the white dragon horse out the door.

Zhuang Fan didn't know why the monkey was so happy, and he was a little baffled, but the old castellan said: "The holy monk is innocent, and he loves his brothers and feet. It's rare." Tong is neither arrogant nor impetuous, gentle and caring, which can be seen in his personality.

Zhuang Fan saw the old city lord's sincere and kind face, it was obvious that he really liked Wukong very much in his heart, and he didn't think his appearance was any different, so he was full of pride in his heart.

Not long after, shopkeeper Zhao brought a group of fellows to serve tea and fruit products.

Zhuang Fan took a look at the tea, put onion, ginger, mint, jujube and cornel, even butter and salt, it was like a bowl of muddled porridge, he couldn't put it down, so he picked grapes to eat.

Everyone thought Tang Monk was jealous, so they didn't give in, and let Zhuang Fan escape.

We talked happily during the two visits, but the old man suddenly had a problem: "It's rare for the holy monk to go west all the way and pass by this city. I wonder if the holy monk can spare a day and a half to set up an altar to preach scriptures and Dharma for the people of this city, so that Ming Lun understands Buddhist language."

When everyone heard the words, they all said: "Great kindness!" "Extremely extremly!"

Zhuang Fan was embarrassed, he couldn't even read all the words in the scriptures, he couldn't help but look very different when he talked about the dharma, and said in a hurry: "Everyone also knows that this poor monk's going west this time is the decree of the Buddha, and the Bodhisattva confessed that he must Go to Da Leiyin Temple to obtain the true scriptures, that is, the Tripitaka of Mahayana Buddhism."

Zhuang Fan sighed: "Thinking about the poor monk's first half of his life, he only knew the teachings of the Hinayana, and he could not save the dead from ascending to heaven. Therefore, the moment he set foot on the road west to seek scriptures, the past was thrown away one by one. Where did the Buddha's words come from?" But let me tell you all, I only hope that I will arrive at Daleiyin Temple early, so that I can obtain the scriptures and return."

After finishing speaking, he recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha~" in a resemblance, compassionate and merciful!

When everyone heard the words, they were all a little sorry, and said that the holy monk and the Buddha had a firm heart.

The old city lord also sighed: "This journey is difficult and dangerous. I don't know when the holy monk will arrive at the Great Leiyin Temple in the Great Western Tianzhu Kingdom, and when he will turn back. Have he ever passed by this place? Even if he passed by, he doesn't know Whether the old man is still here or not, hey, the world is impermanent, and God's will is unpredictable. I only wish the holy monk a safe journey and get the scriptures as soon as possible!"

Zhuang Fannai said: "Borrow the good words from the boss!"

He also persuaded: "Why should you be discouraged, my lord? The poor monk is determined to learn the scriptures. The Bodhisattva once said that it will take two or three years. Jianlang, why worry about not being able to live a long life?"

Zhuang Fan thought to himself, if he can't go home, he doesn't want to be like Tang Seng, who spent 14 years on the road, going early and returning early, if he can become a Buddha, and then plan his way home, it would be good!

So I chatted with everyone about the local customs, local folk customs and so on. Although Zhuang Fan had never been to Chang'an at this time, he could still make a few nonsense.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mr. Zhao stood up and said goodbye with a wink, and asked Tang Monk to have a banquet at the mansion tomorrow. Zhuang Fan agreed, and made an appointment to get stuck on the customs clearance document, and then sent everyone out one by one. Outside, wave goodbye.

Seeing that the crowd turned around, but no one was there, Zhuang Fan turned around and locked the lock, and entered the house without mentioning it.

But Mr. Zhao, leading a group of subordinates, hid furtively behind the corner of the wall. Hearing the sound, the holy monk closed the door, and then hurriedly walked back lightly. Got stopped again!

The old man was amazed and praised, and like a rabbit, he slipped away quietly with someone.

The shopkeeper Zhao followed behind the boss, covering his face helplessly, a whole city of parents and officials, why did this happen?

Regardless of the embarrassment or not, the boss went home excitedly, called his old wife, ordered the whole house to be cleaned overnight, and prepared vegetarian dishes and meals for the holy monk tomorrow.

The old wife blamed him for being troublesome, and heard that he was going to entertain the holy monks of the Tang Dynasty, but she quickly recited a few words of Amitabha, and resented the old city lord for being ignorant, and he was able to prepare a very good meal in a hurry!It's so embarrassing!

It's hard for one person to do things, so the city owner's wife had no choice but to call in the family's sisters-in-law, nephews, and nephews to help them out.

The city lord's mansion was full of uproar this night, no one slept peacefully, candles and oil lamps cost a lot, and they only waited to entertain the holy monk tomorrow.

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1 Zhuang Fan uttered wild words that he would go to Deleiyin Temple in three years to retrieve the scriptures

Avalokitesvara glanced at him from the clouds, and hummed inwardly, you are wise!After more than ten years of dawdling, labor and capital will not kick you to death!

2 Zhuang Fan doesn’t know how to recite sutras, and he pretends to be in a situation: Thank you for your comments, thank you for your favorite nutrition solution, thank you for your love, thank you for your comments, thank you for your collection, your favorite nutrition solution

Avalokitesvara slapped him violently: What the hell!Go learn from it! ! !