if this is the saint

Chapter 3 If This Is The Master

After Avalokitesvara left, Tang Seng began to cleanse his new apprentice. Although this apprentice wanted to kill him just now, anyone who has been suppressed for 500 years will have resentment, he understands.

The white horse was sent to a safe place by Buddha's light, and the stone monkey cleverly hid further away when it came out of the mountain, but it didn't escape.

This place is a little far from the water source, and the monk, who has no strength to bind a chicken, obviously can't move the Monkey King, who is not strong but slender. When the water came over, he wiped the dirt on the young man's exterior with a damp cloth.

Although it has been exposed to the sun and rain for 500 years, the cleansed skin is still as white and smooth as ever, huh?Why should he use the same as always?Tang Seng was a little dazed, and when he couldn't figure it out, he put it behind him in a blink of an eye.

After more than ten wadings, Sun Wukong's appearance finally emerged from the layers of dirt, and the exhausted Tang Seng found that his new apprentice was pretty good-looking, because it was a monkey monster?Because he once heard from his predecessors that the appearance of demons is extremely beautiful, and it is easy to charm people like that.

Tang Seng "..."

He felt that he was a little abnormal, and made an exception for his new apprentice several times. Although he was a monk and caring, but in the past, he would never do things like cleaning others, and he would not care about it. The appearance of other people is really because the other party is his first apprentice, so he can be treated differently by him. Tang Seng found the reason for his abnormality.

"What are you looking at?"

An astonishing depression enveloped him for a moment, and the white horse snorted uncomfortably. Animals are born with a sense of danger.

The sudden sound scared Tang Seng back to his senses, and then he realized that he was looking at his new apprentice's skin in a daze, and suddenly repented, as if he had made a big mistake, he began to read in a low voice

"Amitabha, Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, □□, emptiness is form..." (Note 1)

Sun Wukong withdrew his restless deterrent breath, and ignored what the monk was thinking about. The meeting with Tathagata made him understand that his trip to learn scriptures was inevitable, and the other party was the reincarnation of the golden cicada, his master.

In front of outsiders, he habitually touched his face, and then suddenly remembered that his face had disappeared in the melee 500 years ago.

After lying down for a full 500 years, his body was terribly dirty. He saw black and dirty water beside him. He thought that the monk got close to him while he was unconscious, making him smell like a bald donkey.

It's unimaginable that he hasn't washed it for 500 years, and with this messy hair... Unbearable, he flew into the sky and plunged into the distant river.

Tang Seng, who was confessing and chanting sutras, only felt a wave of air covered his face with dust, and then there was a "bang" sound of entering the water in the river. Only then did he realize vaguely that his disciple was a little extraordinary.

Pulling the white horse to the river, Tang Seng waited a little anxiously, an hour has passed, why hasn't his apprentice come out of the river yet?Although he knew that the other party had great powers, it was still unavoidable to worry.Could it be that it is possible to go to the sky and go to the earth, but why do you not know the nature of water?How can this be good.

Just as he was tentatively moving towards the river to explore, the river exploded violently, and the water waves soared into the sky, and he who was closer to the water's edge was splashed all over.

The Monkey King who fell behind him was dressed in a black robe, clean and tidy, and his long golden hair was loosely scattered behind his head, and he could no longer see the half of the previous embarrassment.

Although this outfit is very simple, it is made of extraordinary materials. He had just been freed, so naturally he had no time to buy it. He happened to be in the water, so he stopped by the Dragon Palace to borrow a set.

In the Crystal Palace of the East China Sea, the poor Dragon King looked at the Dragon Palace that had been robbed again, grabbed his dragon beard and wanted to cry, "Why is it always me who gets hurt..."

The golden eyes fixedly looked at the monk who was wiping the water drops on his face with his sleeves, and Monkey King said indifferently: "Are you Tang Sanzang?"

Not paying attention to Monkey King's extremely contrasting appearance, Tang Seng called out the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together, and sighed in his heart that he could finally speak normally, "The name of the little monk is Sanzang, but you should call me Master from now on."

Sun Wukong didn't respond, but just touched his forehead like a circle of golden lines growing in the flesh, and his fingertips touched some faint bumps, which was the culprit that made him have a splitting headache and fell into a coma before. "What is this?"

Tang Seng was a little embarrassed. In fact, he felt that it was very disdainful to use this method to restrict others, so he was reluctant when Avalokitesvara taught him spells at first.

But later, the cruelty of the stone monkey made him realize that without the restraint of the spell, it would be difficult for the stone monkey to even recognize him as a teacher, let alone escort him to learn scriptures, and it would be good not to kill him. If it weren't for Guanyin Bodhisattva's help, he might have become a dead soul under the stick of the stone monkey.

Faced with Sun Wukong's questioning, Tang Seng, who was already ashamed, would not hide anything, and told what he knew

"This is the 'tight hoop' given by Guanyin Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva said that even if you have been imprisoned for 500 years, your vicious nature has not disappeared, so he asked the little monk to wear a monk's hat before you were released, and the tight hoop was attached to it. Combined with a spell, it can restrain you from killing innocent people indiscriminately, but usually it is fine..."

Tang Seng wanted to say some comforting words, but interrupted him.

"Can you recite that spell?"

Tang Seng nodded, "When the Bodhisattva left, he passed on the mantra to the little monk."

"Then you read it and listen to it?" Although it was a question, Monkey King's tone was unquestionable.

Tang Seng was a little puzzled by Sun Wukong's unreasonable playing of cards, "But you haven't made any mistakes at this time, and I can't punish you as a teacher, and you don't have anything to restrain at this moment."

The monk’s self-proclaimed Sun Wukong is noncommittal. The other party has indeed become his master from today, but his master is a little ignorant at this time. "Then I want to kill you now, am I making a mistake?"

As he spoke, he clasped his five fingers, and a black stick appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he began to approach Tang Seng step by step.

Oppressed by Sun Wukong's terrifying aura, Tang Seng couldn't help but backed away, but behind him was the river. ? That's not necessary, as a teacher, I didn't take it to heart..."

Sun Wukong was amazed at the behavior of the monk to give him gold, and his face became more and more cold, "If you don't read it, I really can only beat you to death. This time there will be no Guanyin to save you."

Seeing that his new apprentice really threw another stick at him, and the shadow of death enveloped him again, Tang Seng closed his eyes and could only speak out the mantra silently, "Relic, form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form." .

As soon as the spell came out, the effect was obvious, and Monkey King's stick could not be swung immediately.The steel needle pierced, and the burning sensation immediately surged up.

Covering his head tightly with his hands, big drops of cold sweat surged out, and there was a sound of piercing through the air. Sun Wukong gathered his strength and flew away from Tang Seng's side, but no matter how far away, whether it was going to the sky or into the sea, Tang Seng's scriptures could still ring in his ears , lingering, like a shadow.

Sun Wukong was so tormented by the pain that he fell back to the ground next to Tang Seng, "Enough!"

No matter where he hides in the ends of the earth, as long as Tang Seng recites the spell, he will be controlled.After this trial, Sun Wukong understood in his heart that this was just a change from one prison to another, and it was just a plaything in the hands of the Tathagata.

Tang Seng, who was interrupted by a roar, opened his eyes, and saw the disciple who had been shouting at him just now kneeling weakly on the ground, his face was bloodless, and his face was white and transparent. He trotted over quickly, Wanting to help him up, "Disciple, are you alright?"

Sun Wukong waved away Tang Seng's hand that was about to support him. As soon as the spell stopped, the pain in his head gradually disappeared, and his strength gradually began to return. He stood up slowly with the golden cudgel, without looking at Tang Seng, and walked towards the white horse. go.

"Hey!" A falcon hovered in the sky, and a cowardly field mouse ran through the grass, holding a delicious grass root in its mouth, and chewed leisurely, but it didn't know that its natural enemies were watching over its head.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong, who was clever with eyes and ears, thought of something and stopped. Seeing Tang Seng still staying where he was, he said, "It's getting dark soon, don't you need to hurry?"

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, feeling a little powerless suddenly in his heart, and the corner of his mouth twitched in self-mocking, and added: "Master?"

Tang Seng, who thought that his apprentice was going to leave by himself, was stunned for a moment. The happiness came a bit too suddenly. After several shots, he ran over happily, "Hey! Hey! Come here as a teacher!"

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The author has something to say: Note 1: From "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra"

Note 2: The translation is "Sha Lizi, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, □ □, emptiness is form, and it is the same when thinking and knowing", put the nonsense paragraph inside

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