[Journey to the West] Jagged Tang San Burial

Monkey's heart skipped a beat. Is this mighty trip to learn the scriptures finally coming to an end early?

He made thousands of calculations in his heart, but he didn't measure until today Maitreya appeared on the stage, delivering scriptures for the Tathagata, forcibly separating the superficial relationship between their master and apprentice.Maitreya called the monks to fetch scriptures and return to the Tang Dynasty, and he might call a few bodhisattvas and arhats to send the scriptures and monks back to the Tang Dynasty.

The monk in front of him hasn't spoken yet.Several apprentices were in an uproar, Ba Jie and Rolling Screen discussed how each other’s demon bodies could return to the Heavenly Court, and said that if they couldn’t return to the Heavenly Court, it’s okay, and it’s fine to be an arhat under the command of the master. The next thing the boy will do is to be a thug in the Rolling Screen Department, or he will recommend himself to play a golden body next to Guanyin like his brother Lianyuan.

At this time, Sanzang really realized that he was blinded by the Buddha's light. He was dizzy, his ears were ringing, his mouth was dry, his eyes were foggy, and his head was full of pan sounds coming in and going out. Only Maitreya's voice echoing in the hall remained, disrupting everything. Combining into golden cicadas one after another-could it be to evoke the memory of his previous life?Or is the holy land of Buddhism incompatible with him in the mortal body of today?

Maitreya sat on the spiritual altar, his smile remained unchanged, his eyes looked down kindly, beside him an Arhat descended from the clouds, with his palms folded, he walked up to him and motioned, "Jin Chanzi, follow me to get the scriptures."

The sound penetrated into Sanzang's ears very easily, he gathered himself together, silently recited the Mantra of Purifying Heart, and followed the Arhat step by step, just as he was about to enter the gate of the side hall, he suddenly heard a ding in mid-air, leaving him behind. Vice Jin Nao came.The golden cymbal grew against the wind, and it covered the sky and covered the ground. Sanzang's disciples, including their heads and feet, were put together in the golden cymbal, and they smashed on the main hall with a bang.

The gods and Buddhas all over the sky began to laugh, without any concealment, and clapped their hands in applause.

"Jin Chanzi, it doesn't matter if you can't get the scriptures. In the future, your soul will report like the Tathagata, saying that you were eaten by grandpa in Xiaoleiyin Temple."

Maitreya bent down, his huge body creaked, and stretched out a golden hand to catch Sanzang.

Behind Sanzang, the arhat turned into a monster face, blocked the side door, and the golden hand came down from the sky, with the sound of tigers and tigers, as if there was nowhere to hide. It was so delicious that suddenly the monk danced his Zen stick.

The tin rod with nine rings made a ringing sound, and it hit the center of Maitreya's palm.Sanzang stiffly propped up the overwhelming golden hand, the muscles of his arms clenched tightly, his bones were about to roar, his underwear was torn apart, and the cassock was radiant and red, and the shadow of the dragon stretched across the latitude and longitude. On his chest, the pearls and Buddha treasures on his sleeves swayed, as if power was pouring into his body continuously.

The golden cymbal on the temple was also shaking wildly.The monkey stretched out his stick before being trapped in the darkness, and the golden cudgel jumped out suddenly, and got stuck in a gap between the upper and lower layers of the golden cymbal. It was still getting longer, but it couldn't get any thicker.The monkey stirred the golden cudgel and tossed in the golden cymbal. He seemed to wake up suddenly, only to realize that he had fallen into the trap of the monster.

Sanzang waved his Zen staff, swinging it from under the palm of his hand, the monkey's golden cudgel just happened to swing to his side, stepped on it, jumped onto the fake Maitreya, lifted the Zen staff, and stabbed fiercely at the naked belly down.

The monster endured the pain and changed. The huge Buddha image turned into a monk, with two thick yellow eyebrows, clustered upright, standing on the altar, holding a mace, and was about to charge over and fight Sanzang for hundreds of rounds.And the gods and Buddhas all over the sky gradually disappeared and disappeared, and countless little monsters came down, trying to gather Jin Nao.

Sanzang's eyes, ears and speech became clearer again, as if when the Buddha's radiance disappeared, the memory of his golden cicada was pressed back into Sanzang's mortal body. At this moment, he rubbed his body, remembering that the Zen staff was going to smash the altar out of the hole Come.The yellow-browed monk was not fully prepared for hand-to-hand combat with Sanzang. Perhaps everyone was a monk after all, and reciting scriptures and throwing spells face to face was already a standard fighting pattern.

Monk Huangmei wanted to let go of one hand to grab something, but Sanzang never gave him a chance to let go.The monkey's stick was still growing recklessly, breaking through the top of the hall, and raining down bursts of dust, stones and wood, hitting the ground of the hall, a little demon wanted to help, restraining Sanzang from behind, but was caught He kicked down the Lingtai, rolled on the ground, was crushed by Jin Nao, leaving bloodstains all over the ground.

The yellow-browed monk felt that there was an opportunity to take advantage of, and motioned seven or eight little demons to jump up together, blocking Sanzang's sight in all directions, while one hand went to his waist to untie an old white cloth bag, and threw it up, with a loud slipping sound, and the cloth Bao opened his mouth, and sucked seven or eight little demons together with Sanzang into the bag, and put all the clothes on his shoulders.

Sanzang only felt his eyes darken, and the hurricane blew past him. He was in a pitch-dark place, and suddenly his eyes lit up again. The rod is sucked in together.

Sanzang thought that he saw a white cloth bag, it must be the magic weapon of some bodhisattva or god, it is the same as the purple gold gourd, but this cloth bag has more magic power, so you don't even need to call the name.The monkey entered the cloth bag, first killed the little demons one by one, and then heard the roar of flames passing by outside the cloth bag, maybe it was the real fire of the red boy's Samadhi, followed by the sound of Jin Nao's heavy gnashing, not too much, not too much. Less, just right, catch everything in one go.

The monkey threw away the golden cudgel, and sat down in the cloth bag without any energy. He raised his face and glanced at Sanzang, then lowered his head again.

Naturally, the refining effect of this cloth bag is no worse than that of the purple gold gourd. Sanzang touched the back of his hand gradually, his skin became wrinkled, his bones became soft, he couldn't hold the Zen stick, his legs were cramped, and he sat in the cloth bag.

Inside the black hole cloth bag, only two breaths were heard, and suddenly Sanzang's voice sounded calmly: "Don't you want to learn scriptures with the poor monk?"

The monkey relied on the body of a monster, and the cloth bag hadn’t done anything to him yet. The monkey’s hair on his arm was still straight and straight when he touched it. He didn’t sound like a dying mortal when he heard Sanzang’s voice, but he didn’t know why Sanzang wanted to talk about this topic with him, and he didn’t care about them at all. Those trapped in cloth bags and those trapped in golden cymbals.

Then the monkey squeezed out after a long time.

Sanzang's voice sounded again.

"Then what are the reasons for these days?"

The monkey didn't answer, he kicked the cloth bag, and it bounced back limply, which made him tremble all over, and made him even more irritable.

"After thinking about getting the scriptures, how will the old Tathagata reward Grandpa?"

"I think Grandpa will go back to Huaguo Mountain, or go to Heaven to continue playing as a fairy."

The monkey replied calmly.

Sanzang did not expect this reason.

"What do you want? Being a teacher can help you fulfill your wish."

There was a sound rubbing in the darkness, and then the monkey felt that it was being touched on the head. At the moment of being touched suddenly, it was covered with monkey hair upside down and back again.

"What about you?"

monkey asked back.

The author has something to say: I went to the doctor in the morning, and I have to go to the doctor in the evening. I guess I can only write a chapter today. Sorry, I should be able to write more tomorrow

It seems that the Mid-Autumn Festival and the National Day are coming soon, I wish everyone good health in advance, and I am grateful