[Journey to the West] Jagged Tang San Burial

The master and the disciples bowed down in the kingdom of daughters, and originally planned to leave here, but the continuous torrential rain hindered the journey for a few days. After three days, the weather recovered, and there were former queens and sisters in the palace who drank the water from the Zimu River. , gave birth to a daughter, and asked the master to give her a name, and then sent the master and apprentice to leave the daughter country.

Leaving the daughter's country is a piece of barren mountains and wild forests, and it's early in the Zhuming season, the scented wind brings fragrance, the rain washes the bamboo cool, the journey is safe and sound, over the mountains, over the hills, and down the west slope, there is a section of Pingyang road ahead On the ground, the monkey has sharp eyes, and seeing open fields twenty miles away, it must have reached a place where there are people.Sanzang let go of the reins, and let the little white dragon walk forward slowly. They walked towards the village under the setting sun.

The master and the disciples were walking, when suddenly they heard the sound of a gong beating, and more than 30 people flashed out from both sides of the road.All of them wore tiger skins on their heads, sable skirts on their waists, round eyes, and guns, knives and sticks in their hands. They blocked the intersection and said, "Monk! Go there!"

The monkey was a bit tired of walking, and he wished to teach the little white dragon to fly the monk to the residence of that person, where would there be room for looters along the way, he picked up a long broken branch, waved it around, and motioned to his juniors Hurry up and take the master away, and wait for him at the house ahead.

"I won't beat you to death—don't worry, master, you always hurry up and take the first step."

The monkey managed to regain his energy, thinking that the branches would never kill anyone, so he yelled loudly and charged at the thirty or so bandits.The bandit was not willing to let him go, but the monkey was fighting and falling, so the bandit had to let the monk go and take care of this strange man with monkey hair.

The first one taught the little white dragon to open its hooves and walk fast, the monkey took turns sweeping the branches, and the bandits flew out, but the monkey's heart ached, seeing all the thirty or so people crookedly lying on the ground , he just threw the branch and was about to catch up with his master——

Someone grabbed his foot.

If the thirty or so bandits were all mortals, it would be impossible to block the attack of the Monkey King, but due to a coincidence, just as the Monkey King's calamity was approaching, the sky suddenly turned dark and the wind gusts, Sneaking into the bandits, manipulating them to bow their heads and lower their hands, they looked strange, stood up again, and surrounded the monkeys.

The monkey recognized that the situation was wrong, he took out the stick from his ear, and stretched out against the wind, and those who rushed towards him were all swept away, but fell to the ground, and even though their faces were bleeding, they still stood Get up and continue to surround the monkey, as if it has a living ghost, and it can't be killed no matter what.

The monkey was so anxious that the clouds above his head were closed, and there was no rain or thunder, and it fell down gloomyly, which made him feel uncomfortable. More than [-] monsters surrounded him and refused to let go. The monkey became more and more impatient, and his heart Maliciousness multiplied, and suddenly hit the head with a stick, and with a swing, knocked one to the ground, his lips were soiled, blood seeped into the ground, and he remained silent.

The dead man seemed to relieve his restlessness, but the maliciousness fueled it. The monkey carried his golden cudgel, squinted his golden eyes, scanned the surroundings, and suddenly unfolded the stick, which was as thick as a well fence. It was ten feet long, and pressed the remaining thirty or so on the stick, sweeping from the waist, beating the bandits' waists to pieces.

He hadn't been that presumptuous for a long time. The golden cudgel was propped on the ground, and his mouth was full of bloody smell. The evil wind lingered, crawled out from the corpse, and circled around him. Several skeletons appeared in the evil wind. Laughing, as if he couldn't bear it in the end, he rushed into the monkey's body.

The monkey was fighting against the evil wind on the spot. He threw away the golden cudgel, and the golden light flowed away, biting the evil wind to pieces. The scattered evil wind continued to rush into his body without gathering.

The monkey stood on the spot, his expression changed a few times, and when he raised his head again, he returned to his previous dull expression.

Sanzang had already taken refuge with someone at the front of the villa, and his trust in the monkey was true. The monkey promised him not to kill ordinary people, and he swore to him all the way. There were only an old man, an old woman, and a young daughter-in-law in the villa. A child of seven or eight years old heard that he was a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, so he invited him to stay overnight.Not long after, the monkey also arrived here, and said to Sanzang, "Master, those thirty or so escaped, and I don't know where they went. Grandpa taught them a few words and then let them go."

The young daughter-in-law cooked a vegetarian meal, and while chatting about it, the old man lamented his fate, saying that his son was not a good obeisance, that he only had evil thoughts, that he didn't do his job well, that he was good at cutting houses, murdering and setting fires, and that he I went out five days ago, and I haven't come back yet.

The master and apprentice heard it very familiarly, when the old man left his seat to pour tea, Bajie whispered to Sanzang: "Master, it is probably those who were taught by the elder brother."

The monkey lowered his head to eat, and waited until Bajie had finished speaking, and then said to Sanzang, "Master, even if they come back, they are still afraid of Grandpa, so stay overnight and leave immediately tomorrow."

The master and apprentice slept in the side room, and covered them with straw balls if there was no extra bedding. The monkey didn't sleep well in the middle of the night. He dreamed of the scene where he killed those mortals during the day, and dreamed repeatedly. Possession, until the end, everyone has the face of a mortal, he strikes harder and harder every time, and for no apparent reason, a surge of hostility is blocked in his chest, making him hate everyone he sees.He dreamed that he lifted the ball of straw, went to the main room with the stick, killed the old man first, then the wife, and finally lifted the child with bloody hands, staring at him expressionlessly.Sanzang called his name behind his back, and he turned and ignored the other person, probably only one word left in his mind.

Kill, kill, kill!

Sanzang woke up early in the morning. He always woke up early, but the place beside him was empty, and the place where the monkey should have slept was gone. He felt something was wrong, so he put on his clothes and got out of bed, and hurried out of the room. But in the thatched cottage, the monkey held the golden cudgel against the old man's throat. The old man was trembling with a kitchen knife in his hand. When he saw Sanzang coming, his eyes wept and he gritted his teeth.

"You murderous monks! I kindly let you stay overnight! But you have already killed my son! If my son hadn't complained to me in a dream last night, I, I—"

He didn't dare to take another step forward, and the monkey's golden cudgel pushed forward again, choking his throat.

Sanzang frowned, he still believed in the monkey, but the monkey turned to look at him at this moment.

Something is different.

The monkey glanced at him extremely indifferently, without any emotion. Sanzang had seen such a look before on the execution ground. A murderous prisoner was completely numb to the living because he had stained too many lives. Killing chickens and ducks is like killing chickens and ducks, wiping the blood with his hands up and down.

"Goku?"

Sanzang still had a questioning tone.

He doesn't believe that monkeys can kill people. He prefers to believe that the monkey has been cursed by something, or has been possessed by something. Pierced the old man's throat in front of Sanzang.

There was the sound of blood foaming from the old man's mouth, and the monkey pulled out the golden cudgel, and the blood spurted all over the ground with screams, splashing all the way to Sanzang's feet.

The rest of the disciples in the room were startled awake, and when they rushed out with their coats on, they saw the dead body of the old man lying behind the monkey, and the top of the golden cudgel was sticky with blood and flesh. Suddenly he summoned Somersault Cloud, turned over a thousand miles, and didn't know where he was going.

The author has something to say: The Monkey King chapter begins, happy Valentine’s Day, little angels~