[Journey to the West] Jagged Tang San Burial

The monkey heard Sanzang's breathing gradually weaken, and then the sound started again.

"When I set off from Chang'an as a teacher, I made a wish to imitate Master Fayi, travel around the world, subjugate demons and eliminate demons, and after obtaining the Mahayana Dharma, return to Chang'an to spread the scriptures. After that, I should continue to roam, and demons do evil endlessly. Teachers are more than responsible.”

The monkey did not expect Sanzang to give such an answer.He originally thought that the monk would answer him to go to Lingshan, cultivate to a positive result, return to the immortal position, and continue to be his golden cicada.Perhaps Tathagata, Laoer and Avalokitesvara share this idea, but the monk is not happy with it.

Perhaps it should be said that it is worthy of being the Master Sanzang who forcibly knocked the Monkey King down to the ground in hand-to-hand combat, relying on his own Zen stick all the way and never relying on his disciples?

"Extremely interesting."

The monkey twirled a monkey hair to turn it into a grass stalk, bit it between its teeth and crushed it repeatedly, and suddenly said:

"Monk, you are really a strange person. Grandpa has never seen a second mortal like you in thousands of years. Since you wish so, grandpa will accompany you to the end of mortal life. Let's see if you want to be a happy and comfortable Bodhisattva." , or the mountain-crossing monk.”

"...Call me master, is this your last wish?"

"Naturally." The monkey bit the grass stalk into two pieces and spit it out, "Grandpa, the great sage equal to heaven, will do what he says. Before, Grandpa was confused for a while, but now he has said what he said. Monk, you can go to the Western Paradise to learn Buddhist scriptures without worry. How long can your mortal body last like this now?"

The monkey got up and was about to recite some incantations when Wufang Jiedi, Liu Ding Liujia, and eighteen guardians came to protect the monk's frame, but he heard a commotion outside the cloth bag, and the screams of monsters , The sound of running away, the sound of waving a mace, and then someone lifted the cloth bag, the sound was quite familiar.

"...Where is the True Fire of Samadhi?"

Sanzang's voice sounded slowly.

"Don't be in a hurry, the real fire of samadhi is trapped, how can Laojun stand by and watch?"

The monkey only felt that there was a thunderbolt falling from the Thunder City of the Nine Layers of Heaven, and hit him directly on the cap of the sky—when did the monk become so lazy and wait for rescue?Shouldn't he have fought the monster for three hundred rounds before indulging the bodhisattva and god to save his mount?

In the dark, the monkey couldn't see Sanzang's expression clearly, and Sanzang also couldn't see the expression of his apprentice who was struck by lightning. He thought that the cloth bag had finally started to harm the monster's body, and he comforted him, "Don't be afraid, those magic weapons are the masters. If I can't fight, I have to untie the bell and need the person who tied it, if Laojun wants to save him the root of the true fire of samadhi, he must deal with the yellow-browed monster, so wait here quietly, and talk to my apprentice for a while."

Some gods and bodhisattvas came outside the cloth bag, each showing their magical powers, and wanted to take care of Laojun's troubles for him.But after a while, the people inside Jin Nao were released first, then the cloth bag shook, opened its bright mouth, and let Sanzang and the monkey out of the bag.

The lord was holding the cloth bag, holding on to the chime hammer, the yellow-browed monster knelt beside his legs, kowtowed with tears in his eyes, and yelled, "My lord! Spare my life, spare my life! Don't dare!" Then Then Maitreya put it in the cloth bag and put it on his shoulders, but when the golden cymbal was opened, Bajie and the rolling curtain joined forces from the inside, roasted by fire and steamed, and cracked into a pile of golden dross.Maitreya was not annoyed either, so he collected the gold in one place, breathed on the fairy air, chanted the mantra, and immediately returned to the original, and regained a pair of gold cymbals.He bid farewell to Sanzang and his entourage and Laojun, and drove auspicious clouds to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

The monkey greeted Taishang Laojun with a smile: "It's been a long time, Laojun, how are you doing these days? The alchemy furnace is here?"

Laojun let out a long sigh, seeing that the root of his samadhi real fire was safe and intact, he called his mount down to the clouds, waited for a few words, and rode away on a bull.

All the monsters in the front and back of the hall have been saved. There is a kitchen in the back hall, and some rice and vegetables are prepared. When Sanzang was busy doing the transfer, the disciples worked together to cook the rice. Their faces were covered with burnt black, and they moved the cauldron to the main hall.After the master and apprentice had finished their meal, they saw that the treasure pavilion lost the support of the demon power, and gradually turned into light spots and dissipated, revealing its true face. There was nothing behind the mountain gate, except for a rough road up and down the mountain.

Although the monkey felt that he had been swayed by the monk, but after all, he said the promise of the life expectancy himself. , those who were unable to lift up their spirits were thrown to the back of their minds, and continued to follow the white dragon horse with the golden cudgel.

They were going for another few days, and when the wind in late autumn became colder and colder, they finally saw a city lined up in front of them, with dozens of gates, more than a hundred miles around, towering towers, colorful clouds and mists, and emperors signs of the capital.The master and apprentice crossed the moat and entered the city gate to watch. They saw six streets and three markets, where goods were grown and made rich, and they also saw prosperous clothes and prosperous people.Bajie bought several thick cloaks along the street, and forcefully explained that I would be out of tune with others when I saw them, and I wore very little, and only wore one in winter, fearing that I would be stared at by the guards.But he didn't mention that the collar of the cloak has a circle of white hair, and it complements Sanzang's slender figure with a face like a crown of jade, so even a monk might have the demeanor of a monk.

Sure enough, the guards in the city didn't look forward to questioning him, but a passer-by approached him and asked if the master came from afar. At first glance, he was unstoppable, completely different from the local thieves and monks.Passers-by point their fingers to the rear, there are indeed more than a dozen monks there, one by one in shackles and chains, begging along the door, really miserable.

The previous examples make it hard for Sanzang and his party not to imagine that monsters make trouble, or turn into Taoist priests to harm monks.He has seen it many times along the way, so he asked the passerby, is your king serious?

The passers-by shook their hands, but saw those monks staggering towards here, shouting bad luck repeatedly, they turned around and left with their clothes on, all the passers-by nearby were like this, as if they were hiding from some kind of plague god.

Those monks were afraid to get close to Sanzang, carefully looked at his face, and suddenly knelt down in front of Sanzang, five, six, seven or eight gathered together, trembling, and bowed to Sanzang.

"Is this Master Sanzang from the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"

Sanzang recalled the story of coming from a dream.

He sighed in his heart, he was really a little annoyed, I don't know which god is unwilling to help, but he wants to tell these monks in his dream that he will beg him when he sees Sanzang, and he will help you if you ask.Along the way, there are endless examples of such meritorious deeds for building bridges for him. Perhaps the Buddhist biographies say that when the golden cicada turned into a mortal, what kind of good deeds he did on a certain day, a certain time, and a certain place, which was remembered by the local people and monks, but there is no one. It is recorded that those common people and monks had to suffer for several days, months and years in order to wait for a golden cicada to be rescued.

"That's the poor monk, please get up and talk, what's the matter?"