[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

I saw this little monkey in the woods. It was soaked and its fur was sticking to its body. It looked very miserable.

I knelt down and tried to hug it. The little guy flinched and looked at me vigilantly. His dark eyes were surprisingly bright. I looked at it for a while, and tentatively reached out to try to hug it.

It flinched a bit, but didn't struggle. Its eyes were still looking at me vigilantly. I held the umbrella in one hand and carried the little guy back to the monastery with the other.

Putting the umbrella at the door, I hugged the little monkey and walked in. It was shivering in my arms, which made me very worried. If such a small thing caught a cold, it might die.

The master was sitting in the main hall playing the piano, and he didn't raise his eyebrows when he saw me coming in. The wind blew his beard and robes up and down, and he looked like an unusual monk in the story.

I put the little guy on the cushion, and took a dry cloth to dry its hair, only then did I realize that there was a big gash on the little guy's leg, and the wound had already turned white from the rain. , also stained with debris such as weeds and gravel.

The little guy looked around in a little panic, but his expression became more ferocious, baring his teeth and claws, revealing the unique wildness of animals in the mountains.

I frowned, and cleaned the little monkey's wound. At first, the little guy struggled a lot, and after a while he didn't move much, just staring at me with a pair of dark eyes.

Finally, I applied herbs to wrap up its injured leg. I held the little monkey in my arms and covered it with two layers of soft cloth.

"What did you bring back?" The master scratched his paws on the strings again, and after having had a good time, he came over to join in the fun.

He patted the little thing in my arms, and smiled gently: "Can you do your homework today?"

I blinked my eyes and began to recite: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. When practicing deep prajna paramita, he can see the five yin and emptiness and overcome all sufferings. Sariputra, the form is empty, so there is no trouble, bad appearance, and emptiness, so there is no feeling, thinking, etc. Emptiness, so there is no perception, action is empty, so there is no action, consciousness is empty, so there is no awareness. Why? Shariputra. There is no form and emptiness, not emptiness and form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

The master stroked his beard and listened for a while, with a smile on his face, and his mouth was really noncommittal: "I can recite it very well, do you know what it is talking about?"

I hesitated for a while, and said softly: "I heard a little bit from the master and brother... probably, I can guess a little bit."

"Then let's hear it."

The rain was pattering down, and the two people in the room asked and answered. The young monk turned his head slightly and pondered for a while, and slowly expressed his opinion. The old monk looked relieved and pointed out the fallacies from time to time.

The monkey in the little monk's arms moved, hooked the little monk's monk's robe, and listened to the question and answer of the two. His dark eyes were full of aura, and he seemed to be able to understand it.

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I have been in this mountain for eight years, or to put it another way, it has been eight years since I traveled to this poor place, and even a monk has no room for repentance.

Pity me, a hot-blooded young man who is eight years old in appearance and twenty in heart, living such a miserable life with no third-level movies, no pornographic books, and reading scriptures all day long. I don’t know what kind of bad luck I have.

My legal name is Xuanzang, Xuanzang, I believe I am a Chinese who is familiar with these two words, the prototype of the Tang monk in Journey to the West, who went to India alone under the difficult conditions of the Tang Dynasty to engage in cultural exchanges and translate many scriptures cattle.

Whenever I think of Xuanzang in history, I want to return to vulgarity. Taking up his Dharma name really makes my conscience uneasy.

And such a simple idea completely disappeared after I met a bodhisattva who was engaged in sales.

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"Your Hinayana Dharma is nothing more than a firefly in the world. I have the Tripitaka of Mahayana Dharma, which can save the dead to ascend to heaven, untangle all grievances, and eliminate innocent disasters."

The great monk who spoke was wearing a blue monk robe and a big beard. He looked not young, but he was full of energy, and his character was not like ordinary people.

... It's a pity that some words are not so normal.

I have been listening to this old monk rambling for more than half an hour, and I just said that I have a treasure that I want to show me, but it turned out to be a cassock and Zen staff that looked a little brighter.

After reading it for me, before I could express my opinion, he started bragging about how good his cassock and Zen stick were, and then he started to cheat. As soon as he touched his lips, he opened his mouth and got 5000 taels of cassock and 2000 taels of Zen staff. It makes people suspect that this monk is crazy about money.

At first I guessed that the monk probably wanted some kind of sales strategy, for example, the poor monk gave you a discount because he was destined for you and only charged you one or two.

As a result, he became addicted to playing, right? After bragging about the cassock and Zen staff, he started bragging about the Dharma.

I really want to tell him that I think it's not easy at your age, why don't I give you these two steamed buns, you go home and live a good life, don't do such deceitful activities.

"Little master?" the great monk asked.

"I don't know where is the Mahayana Buddhism?" I asked pretendingly, waiting for the monk to take out a book from his pocket and tell me that today's discount is only five copper coins or something like that.

"The Mahayana Buddhism is in the place where my Buddha Tathagata is located in the Great Leiyin Temple in the west, and it is a hundred and eight thousand miles away." The monk looked at the distance with a yearning heart, showing full piety.

"..." Hehe, keep blowing.

"I wonder if the little master is willing to go?"

"..." This expression of coaxing children is really unpleasant.

I narrowed my eyebrows slightly, clasped my hands together, and bowed deeply to the great monk: "The poor monk doesn't want to."

"Young master, don't you dare?" the great monk asked suddenly, his brows were raised upside down, and his momentum was overwhelming.

"..." Are you talking nonsense, who is going to India to find some scriptures when he is full and has nothing to do? It's not that he has a bad brain.

He saw that I didn't buy it, but his face softened, and he stroked his beard slowly: "Why don't I give you this cassock and Zen staff, and you go for a while."

"...not interested." Besides, I'm not interested in your cassock and Zen staff either.

"Tsk tsk, you young man, you really didn't pursue it. Fortunately, you met me, otherwise this life would be so wasted." He triumphantly stuffed the things in his hand to me, "You should thank me for giving you a realization." It's a dream opportunity."

"..." I was holding this pile of things, and I couldn't take it or lose it, and I didn't know what to do for a while, and I froze in place.

"Here, I've got the things for you, go to Xitian to find Tathagata!" He waved his hand at me like a uncle, his face full of impatience.

"..." Are you a robber?

"Oh, and this," he seemed to suddenly remember when he took out a bunch of things from the ragged bag behind him, "I've already discussed it with the king of Tang, here, this is the customs clearance document, this is the Purple gold bowl.

"The dry rations and horses will be here in a while. King Tang said he will let you go west."

"..." I didn't want to go at all, hey!

"I also told your master. Your master is very happy, saying that you are promising."

"..." What do you want to do when you are so deliberate.

"You don't plan to go back and tell the old man that you're a coward and don't want to go, do you?" He put on an appearance of an outsider and squinted at me.

"..." His hands were itchy, and he really wanted to hit someone.

He bowed his head and pinched his fingers to calculate, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the east: "Here, King Tang and your master are here."

Just when I couldn't bear it anymore and was about to beat this bald donkey, who knew that when I looked up, Tang Wang and my master really came, and a large group of people followed behind.

"My younger brother is going to the western sky for thousands of miles, please take care." Your Majesty held my hand with affection - but, I don't want to leave.

"Xuanzang, you," the master seemed to have mixed feelings, "the poor monk never thought that you, Xuanzang, would have such lofty aspirations." He said and threw the three treasures of the little monkey to me.

"...Master." I didn't want to leave——

"Since you have made up your mind, go ahead. The west is a long way away. Take care."

"...Master." You can't abandon me like this.

I stared at the great monk who looked like a worldly expert, and I deeply felt that I was cheated.

The monk gave me a fairy-like smile, and after taking two steps outside, I was transformed into a living person.

It’s fine if you change from male to female, it’s fine to revert to youth, it’s fine to change the green monk’s robe into a white long robe, did you steal your lotus flower stand and jade purification bottle?

Guanyin!

Guanyin!

The Bodhisattva appeared!

There were exclamations one after another, and a large group of people around me prostrated themselves in an instant. I was full of resentment but I had no choice but to bow down reluctantly.

Guanyin gave me a treacherous and cunning smile at the end, and the villain flew away triumphantly.

After Avalokitesvara left, everyone turned their eyes to me again.

...What do you want to do?

"This horse travels thousands of miles a day and [-] miles at night, and I will give it to Yudi as a leg strength." His Majesty said as he helped me onto the horse.

"..." There was no room for rejection at all.

"Your brother, take care!"

It was autumn, and the sun was setting, so I was invited out of the Tang Dynasty, and my plan to be an honest monk in ancient times went bankrupt.

So, I really have a grudge against Guanyin.

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All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way, all the way, all the way, all the way, when I came to the border of the Tang Dynasty, I finally connected my absurd experience with a certain famous book in my previous life.

If I didn’t guess wrong, I seem to be in Journey to the West, and I feel a little headache when I think of it. Why did the kind Guanyin sister in the story turn into such a robber and hooligan?

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As soon as I arrived at the boundary of Wuxing Mountain, I heard someone yelling for Master, like ghosts crying and wolves howling. It was almost dusk, and the barren mountains and ridges were deserted, and it sounded like a ghost.

I made him startled severely, and after thinking hard for a while, I finally picked up a golden shadow from my not-so-good brain from my gray-covered memory. I wanted to know who the owner of this voice was up.

My childhood idol, whom I had admired for many years, kept calling as if I was afraid that I would run away, and the voice echoed all over the mountains and valleys.

"Who are you, why do you call me Master?" I asked pretendingly, feeling a sense of relief in my heart.

"I am the Monkey King who made trouble in the sky 500 years ago. The Buddha has kept me under the Five Elements Mountain for 500 years. Avalokitesvara asked me to go to the west with Master to learn scriptures."

Just asking and answering and searching for a long time, I finally found my childhood idol in a corner.

He was completely crushed under the mountain, leaving only his head outside, nestled in a pile of rotten branches and dead leaves, his hair was messy, and there was a snail on his head, which only made people feel sour.

Sanbao slid down my arm, brushed and pulled away the leaves next to the monkey's head, opened a pair of bright eyes, and looked closely at this fellow who was much bigger than him.

Sun Wukong and Sanbao stared at each other for a while, then blew lightly, causing Sanbao to turn over twice, spinning around my feet in a daze.

I couldn't help laughing, tied the white horse under the tree, and climbed up to reveal the post on the top of the mountain.

I don't know what material this thing is made of. It doesn't feel like paper. After more than 500 years, there is no sign of decay. I reached out to peel it off and pulled it. The toughness is very good. I guess I used it to make clothes. will be very durable.

As soon as I rolled up the post, I was caught by a hand behind me. The monkey ran behind me at some point, and he grabbed the post and looked it up and down.

"It's actually this stuff that suppressed my grandson for 500 years." He tore the post into pieces with a few murmurs.

I looked at the special fabric that was broken all over the floor, and I couldn't help twitching the corners of my lips, disciple, what should you do if you are such a prodigal.

"Hehe, my old grandson didn't expect that the eminent monk who learned the scriptures was actually a brat like Master." He laughed and even touched my head with his hairy paw.

It's really...it doesn't make sense.

I stared at him, touched my head, and it was really dark.

Your hands that have not been washed for 500 years, why bother to harm me again.

He seemed very happy, jumping up and down for a while, hardly a moment of peace, poking the three treasures, stroking the white horse, and stroking my bald head for a while.

My idolatry was completely wiped out by his few strokes. After seeing the white horse being blackened by his paws, I couldn't bear it anymore and kicked the monkey into the water.

The monkey was still laughing when he fell into the water, and I couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth when I saw him flopping about in the water.