[Journey to the West] Jagged Tang San Burial

Not to mention how the Jade Emperor arranged for the Wanshenglongwang family, and where Zhenjun Erlang would take them to settle down, but it is said that the master and apprentice left the Luanshi Mountain, walked on the main road, and went westward.It's been a few months in the midwinter, relying on the red boy to point out a few sparks, burn off the heavy snow that blocked the road, and show a way.

At this time, the seasons are changing, and the winter is early and the spring is late. It is neither warm nor cold, and it is just a leisurely journey.One day, near noon, the monkeys who explored the road reported that there was a long ridge ahead, and the road was on the top of the ridge.Sanzang led his horse and took a closer look. On the ridge, there were thorns and thorns, surrounded by weeds. Although there were traces of the road, there were thorns and needles on the left and right.

Xiao Bailong maintained his horse body, and said: "Brother, do you think that my horse shape is not strong enough, so you let me walk on such a thorny road to test the thickness of my hooves."

The monkey was so shameless that it rolled on the spot and turned into a white horse. It took the lead to walk up the thorny road, and then walked back. It regained its monkey appearance and said, "Look, why can't you go this way? You can't do it because of pampering you, get lost."

Gun Gun was so angry that he kicked the ground with his hoof a few times, but Sanzang got off his horse, straightened his cassock, and said, "Then you can change back into a human form. You can walk as a teacher, but there are only a few thorns."

The monkey here shows his hypocrisy and two faces, blocking Sanzang, wishing that he would not take a step forward: "Master, there are road marks on the bottom, thorns on the top, and snakes and insects swimming on the ground. It's hard to straighten your waist, since Gun Gun can't walk, how about letting your grandfather carry you on your back?"

Bajie sneered behind the white dragon horse, and said softly with the rolling curtain: "Spring is approaching, this monkey is probably going to have a hairpin."

The red boys couldn't understand the allusions of their adults, so they leaned forward to inquire, and Bajie explained to him in a low voice: "This is a custom: flowers bloom in spring, and if men and women want to find a husband and wife, they will put them on their foreheads." If you put a flower on your hairpin, others will know that you are just like this flower, open and waiting for attention."

After all, Bajie straightened his waist and said loudly: "Master, this is not feasible. Even though the monkey carries you, the master will inevitably suffer from the thorns on his legs. Let me use the palladium stick to separate the nails and palladium from the thorns." , not to mention riding a horse, but even carrying a sedan chair and letting you go there, master."

The monkey sneered three times: "Interesting, grandpa was on the top just now, and seeing the earth and the sky, it seems to be thousands of miles away. Why don't you chop in the front, brother, and carry the master on your back, how about it?"

The red boy followed, watching with relish, it seems that the monkey is not the only one who has hairpin flowers.

Sanzang finally made a decision. Due to the strong demands of Monkey and Bajie, the two monsters cut thorns in front together. The little white dragon, who was invincible in horse shape, turned into a human form and walked behind. I can go too.

Monkey and Bajie glared at each other, one was thinking about the beaten pig demon, so as to steal his grandfather's business to the death, and the other was thinking about the plagued hozen, spring has come to overflow into this kind of virtue.The two demons, one on the left and one on the right, performed a tactic together, chanted a mantra, bowed their waists forward, and called out "Long" in their mouths!Then he grew a body about twenty feet high, the monkey took out the golden cudgel, Bajie waved the nine-toothed rake, and taught the voice "change"!The weapons of the two demons changed to have a length of thirty feet.Hold each of them in their hands, pull them away, and use both hands to hug the thorns left and right.

This hug lasted for a whole day, and the two monsters never stopped. They traveled a hundred miles, and the next day would be late.Suddenly, there was an open space in front of me. There was a stone tablet on the road. There were three big characters on it, which were "thorny ridge", and two lines of fourteen small characters on the bottom, which were "the thorns can climb eight hundred miles, and there have been few roads in ancient times." Pedestrians."

Sanzang stopped the two of them, saying that he would stay here tonight and leave at dawn tomorrow.The monkey climbed up to the clouds, trying to find something to eat within the eight hundred miles, but it was very difficult. In early spring, even the flower buds hadn't even bloomed.Bajie said that he was not tired, first waved the nine-toothed rake and then went to embrace the thorns, and the rolling curtain lifted his half-moon Zen stick and followed.Little Bailong searched for some branches and grasses, Honghaier lit a fire, a pile of bonfire was lit, the smoke went straight up and drifted far away.

Sanzang slept very deeply that night. Perhaps it was the coldness of the early spring night and the blazing bonfire that paralyzed him. When he woke up, he found himself sitting on a stone bench with his elbows leaning on a stone table. But there is another hazy stone house next to it.He stood up, and it was still night, the moon was shining brightly, and the stone house stood on the emerald rock. He stood beside the emerald rock and looked down, but he saw only the misty smoke, the clear fairyland.Another voice came, Sanzang turned his head to wait and see, and saw four old men coming up the stairs along the mountain road.

The four old men did not look like man-eating goblins anymore. Although their temples were frosty, their faces were still young and handsome. They stood in front of Sanzang and cupped their hands.

Sanzang also cupped his hands and said, "Poor monk Sanzang, may I ask where this place is and who are the four?"

The old man on the left said first: "My name is Gu Zhi Gong."

The second old man on the left: "My name is Ling Kongzi."

The old man in the middle: "My name is old man Fuyun."

The old man on the right: "The old clumsy name is Shiba Gong of Jinjie. I am four brothers. Master Sanzang is very polite. Please sit down."

The five sat down at the stone table, which was different from the other table, and there were exactly five seats reserved, and four old men surrounded Sanzang in the center.

Sanzang saw that there was no demonic aura in the other party, maybe he was a cultivator, or maybe a vegetarian goblin, so he asked the four how long their lives were. Old man Yun said that he wasted thousands of years, and the eighteenth man of Jinjie also said that he had more than a thousand years.

Sanzang nodded, thinking in his heart: So it was a group of tree demons.

After the four tree demons finished talking about life expectancy, they wanted to talk about Buddhism with him. Sanzang thought it was interesting, thinking that he had read a lot of scriptures, but none of his disciples was good at it, and it was a pity that he had been learning scriptures for many years. , If you want to talk about Buddhism, I am afraid that you will have to talk about it until the end of next year.Or maybe since learning scriptures along the way, there are very few monsters who want to talk about Buddhism seriously with Sanzang, and Sanzang cherishes it very much, so he started with them from Zen.

At that time, teaching Sanzang martial arts was the meaning of the law, and teaching Buddhist scriptures was the abbot's Faming. How could the abbot not understand the principles of Buddhist scriptures.Sanzang cut in from the Zen method, expanded the two aspects of tranquility and speed, and then explained the profound in a simple way, and cut it carefully. The smiles of the four tree demons were stiff when they heard it.However, in the past, Tripitaka never stopped lecturing at the Water and Land Conference. He could teach a book of Zen for three days and three nights, adding countless vivid examples, so that monsters can experience the profoundness of Buddhist culture.

Two more voices came from the mountain road. The former was slim and celestial in appearance, wearing a light red skirt of five-colored plums, wearing a smoky coat that was lighter than armour, and holding an apricot blossom in her hand. Ya and Hongbeard are naked ghost messengers, carrying light gauze lanterns.The woman walked slowly, but her eyes fell on Sanzang first.

Sanzang was talking about something exciting, and he was afraid that Guanyin would not be able to pull him out of the Zen method, but those tree demons wanted to interject a few words and transfer the topic to the woman without a trace, but they saw Sanzang The mage's eyes were as cold as winter.

——It feels like a monster will die.

The author has something to say: Tripitaka: Are you trying to interrupt the poor monk [raise the Zen stick]

The monsters are trembling: dare not dare

Today is really the best day in the past month or so~(≧▽≦)/~ I don’t have any colds, no pains, and no recurrence of old problems. In the afternoon, I suddenly came up with a stalk, writing Wrote about [-] words, show it to the little angels

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Narrow Town is located at the edge of Xuancheng.The only park in the town is an abandoned project. The central pool has dried up to the bottom, and the landscape light bulbs are broken. Only a few street lights are on in the huge park, and most roads are covered with dark tree shadows.

Not to mention there is no moon tonight.

Chen Yun has already run four laps around the park, his breathing is still steady, and his chest rises and falls very regularly.He is the leader of the middle and old running team here, and everyone knows this young man who brings his own towel to wipe his sweat.Someone stood under the streetlight to greet him and asked him how many laps he had run. Chen Yun stretched out four fingers, waved his hands and ran away again.

He ran the last lap and left from the north gate of the park.The north gate is separated from the small alley where he lives by a bumpy road, and the chicken chop shop by the roadside is about to close, waiting for Chen Yun to pick up the supper he bought before running.The three bags of fried food were boiling hot, and the cumin powder was mixed with the aroma of the meat, and they were slowly tossed under his nose.Chen Yun had no choice but to quicken his pace, sprinting [-] meters into the small alley.

There are six small alleys vertically and three horizontally, and the partitions can only accommodate one and a half people. They are all densely packed small duplex rooms on the second floor.The house is more than 40 years old, old and dilapidated. Most of the low-income migrant workers share the house with the wandering warblers, and six or seven people share the rent together.Migrant workers rose at sunrise and returned at sunset, while the wandering warblers took a small bench at six or seven in the evening, sat at the door of the room, swat the mosquitoes with a fan, and did not invite them. Someone came and talked in a low voice In a word, he led him into the house.

Chen Yun sideways stepped aside a few Liuying who were sitting by the threshold.

He lives in vertical four horizontal two, and the house on the left is the mother's house of the wandering warblers here.My mother's surname is Zhang, Gongchang Zhang, and her full name is Zhang Aihong. She is about 50 years old. Her husband was the head of the gangsters in this area.Before the husband and wife had time to have a child, Xiao Huanglong was hacked to death by an enemy on the road. Before he died, he pretended to be dead, took advantage of the opponent's turn, pulled out a kitchen knife from his waist, and slashed at the enemy. Both of them were fatal, leaving Zhang Aihong alone and Eight houses.

Zhang Aihong used to make a living by renting out houses. In the past ten years, there have been more and more wandering warblers here. She simply recruited a group of people and started a flesh and blood business in this uninhabited area.The wandering warblers call her Aunt Hong, and she pays the rent and [-]% of the harvest every month. The wandering warblers from outside dare not compete for business here, and the door of the first house has been hacked by a kitchen knife. No trace, no one dared to mess with her.

Chen Yun took a deep breath.He knocked on the door nervously, clenching his teeth. Zhang Aihong twisted her waist to take one of the bags, and glanced into the bag by the light of the light bulb at the door.

"Chicken feet and chicken wings—you really understand Auntie, handsome boy."

Zhang Aihong blew him a kiss and closed the door.

Chen Yun heaved a sigh of relief.He took out his key and opened the door of his own room, threw the supper on the table, rubbed it on the wall, and lit the lamp.

"Old man—it's supper!"

Footsteps came from the second floor, and the stairs creaked, as if they were about to break.Living with Chen Yun is his nominal guardian, surnamed Wang, named Monk Wang, a middle-aged man about 50 to [-] years old, strong and tall, with a short shaved head. Sitting down at the table, he motioned for Chen Yun to bring him a can of cold beer.

The second floor of the refrigerator was full of beer. Chen Yun reached for the innermost bottle, took it out to check the expiration date, unscrewed the can and handed it to his guardian.Monk Wang didn't care about the date, he hadn't eaten meat yet, so he drank most of the bottle of beer first, and suddenly burped.

Chen Yun stood straight at the dining table, ready to do routine things every night, but Monk Wang stopped him first: "Going to deliver supper to the neighbor at night?"

Chen Yun: "Yes."

Monk Wang: "What do you think?"

Chen Yun: "...scared."

Monk Wang: "Have you spoken?"

Chen Yun: "She said it, but I didn't."

Monk Wang: "Take off your clothes."

Chen Yun took off the T-shirt first, folded it and put it on the chair, then sneakers, sports socks, and shorts.He stepped on the ground barefoot, with only one underwear left on his body.Monk Wang was still gnawing on the chicken leg, looking from Chen Yun's arm to his eight-pack abs, and took another sip of beer.

"keep going."

Chen Yun turned around, turned his back to Monk Wang and took off his underwear.He has a really good figure. Daily running has brought him well-proportioned and strong muscles, and every piece of flesh on his waist and back is very tight.

He stood on the spot and began to hold his breath hard, for one second, two seconds, as if holding his breath was not enough, Chen Yun clenched his fists, the muscles on his arms bulged, and he gasped against the cracked wall.

Monk Wang was a little impatient.

"I've eaten all the chicken legs, what are you dawdling about?"

“I’ll be right soon!”

Chen Yun grunted.He closed his eyes, trying to comprehend every point that Monk Wang had said: At this moment, he had to think that he was not alone, and he had to start with the reproductive organs, imagining how to manipulate the organs to retract (the original words of Monk Wang are: Start with your dick, shrink it back)—

Monk Wang wiped his hands on the rag, left the stool, walked behind Chen Yun, and turned him around. Just as Chen Yun took a sharp breath, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked down.

"Yes, it has been retracted, continue."

Chen Yun grinned, but before he could laugh, Monk Wang slapped him on the head first.

"Laugh, laugh, go on."

Then there's the bloat.

Chen Yun thought that he stuffed an inflator thrown at the back of the room into his mouth. Monk Wang kicked on the inflator and stuffed all the air into his mouth with one kick.He slowly swelled up, first his head, and then down his neck, like a roast duck in a roast duck restaurant.

The air finally penetrated to his toes.Chen Yun's eyes were already black from exhaustion, he opened his eyes and leaned weakly against the wall.

"Me, what am I like now?"

Monk Wang walked into the back room, came out carrying a standing mirror, and placed it in front of Chen Yun.

Chen Yun barely supported his body, watching his current appearance reflected in the mottled mirror.

A strange spherical creature, small at the top and large at the bottom, with two bulging eyeballs embedded in it. The color is probably the most popular stripes nowadays, purple and khaki.

Monk Wang opened the refrigerator at this time, took another can of beer, looked at Chen Yun and sighed.

"You are really a genius. A genius, Chen Yun. You have had it for more than ten years, and you have not figured out whether you are an eggplant or potato essence. What are you now, a hybrid eggplant and potato?"

Chen Yun gritted his teeth, and the two eyeballs shrank back. When they jumped out of the skin again, Monk Wang sprayed him with beer.

"I'm so fucking awesome, you are definitely the most awesome goblin I've ever seen, nothing else."

In the mirror, the front of the spherical creature, which should be regarded as a circle around the waist and abdomen, has an impressive eight-pack abs.

That's right, he, Chen Yun, is a man with eight-pack abs, potato or eggplant essence, the type doesn't matter, everyone belongs to the nightshade family.

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Compete for the little angels~