[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

I stood at the gate of the temple with a funnel in my arms, looking out, and saw the rabbit that Wukong turned into was limping towards this side.

The rabbit had an arrow stuck in its back, and it looked like it was dying, but it ran surprisingly fast. As soon as he passed the temple gate, he turned into my appearance, made a grinning expression at me, and put on a brocade cassock to pretend to go in.

I wrinkled my nose and looked up again, and I happened to see eye contact with the person on the horse.

The moment I saw each other clearly, I was completely melancholy.The prince mentioned by the water ghost is clearly a ten-year-old baby!

The little doll was worried about the inexplicably disappearing rabbit, but suddenly saw me, her whole face lit up, and she got off the horse and ran this way.

I exchanged glances with that kid, and a bad premonition hit my heart, I jumped up, turned around and ran away.

Regardless of the original agreement, he had to jump up and down in front of the prince to attract attention.

I bounced and ran all the way to the back hall, until I hid behind the monkey, and then I felt safer.

Unexpectedly, before I could stand still, the monkey hugged me, and I fluttered in his arms unhappily. Before I could struggle twice, he was turned into a Mr. Rabbit the size of a thumb.

He took another small box and put me in it.

I stood in the box sullenly, very unhappy, and wanted to jump out, but he held me down.

The monkey said: "Master, we have agreed, we must come according to the plan."

I had to sit cross-legged, hold the funnel and read scriptures in the box.

We originally said that we should turn that monkey into a rabbit to attract the prince.Then let him change into my appearance and offer treasures to the prince.

As for the treasure that is offered, it is naturally my Mr. Rabbit.

But he didn't tell me to become so small. I kicked the inner wall of the box unhappily. Such a slap-sized appearance was too insecure.

Before I lost my temper, I saw through the gap in the box that the ten-year-old doll prince outside was chasing after me.

The little baby walked in front, followed by a large group of people, surrounded by crowds, very majestic.

The little prince came so suddenly that all the monks in the monastery kowtowed to welcome him in a panic.Among the kneeling monks in this row, the one standing and chanting is very eye-catching.

The little baby got angry on the spot: "You monk, why don't you worship this prince?" Pointing to my side, he said: "Take him down for me."

The monkey jumped up and down, and I was dizzy from being shaken by him in the box, lying on the bottom of the box and unable to get up.

"Where did you come from, monk, to deceive me with such evil methods!"

"The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east, and went to the west to worship Buddha and seek scriptures and treasures."

"Although your eastern land is the Central Plains, it is extremely poor, what treasures can you have, let me tell you."

"The cassock I'm wearing is the third-class treasure..." The monkey outside was still talking nonsense, let alone the nonsense, and the hand holding the box was still dangling.

It was so shaking that I slid over inside, hit my head, slid over, and hit my head again.

Simply, unbearable!

I struggled to get out of the box, kicked the monkey angrily, and was in a terrible mood.

The baby prince stopped talking the moment he saw me: "Monk, what kind of baby are you?"

The monkey giggled and said, "This is the first-class treasure, called Lidihuo. It has 500 years of upper knowledge, 500 years of middle knowledge, and 500 years of lower knowledge. It has a total of 500 years of past and future knowledge."

"Oh?" The little doll obviously didn't believe it, "What can such a little thing know?"

Believe it or not, he was curious and restlessly reached out to touch me.

I picked up the funnel and tapped the kid's protruding paws hard, and said proudly: "Five years ago, there was a drought in the year, and the people suffered. Your emperor and his subjects prayed with all their hearts. There is no rain." At that time, Zhong Nanshan came to a Taoist priest, he is good at calling wind and rain, turning stones into gold, isn't he?"

"Everyone knows about this, so it's not unusual." The boy withdrew his hand, staring at me without turning his eyes.

"Then you know that your father was pushed to the bottom of the well and has been dead for three years." I said.

"You're talking nonsense!" The doll was furious, "My father is clearly in good health, how could you let him curse him like that!"

"The Taoist priest killed your father and turned into the lord of the country." I asked the monkey to take out the Bai Yugui. "This is the certificate your father entrusted to me in a dream."

The doll looked puzzled.

"As a son of man, your father was completely unconscious after being dropped?" "Think about it, how have you and your father got along in the past three years?" "Think about it again, your father and your mother How's the relationship?"

The monkey said: "Your Highness, don't be suspicious. Please drive back to your country and ask your country mother to see how the love between his husband and wife is compared to three years ago. Just by asking, you can tell whether it is true or not."

The baby prince left in a panic.

I leaned against the head of the bed and sighed: "It's embarrassing for that child."

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to tell that prince..." Looking back now, I feel a little regretful, the monster seemed to treat the little baby well.

Who would have thought that the prince was only in his teens, and it is rare to see a father who cheats his son so much.

"Master, go to bed first, I have my own plans." The monkey tucked me in.

Then the next morning, I saw what the monkey was planning.

He actually ran to carry the dead body back in the middle of the night.

I looked at the dead body on the bed and felt chills all over my body.

Bajie stood beside him dripping wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water. He had just stood there for a while, and the ground was already covered with water.

He glared at the monkey angrily, and scolded that damned Bi Mawen while twisting his sleeves.

"Wukong, Bajie, who are you?"

I tried my best to resist the urge to rub my arms, and stood far away from the corpse. Even so, I still felt the smell of corpses in the air.

"Master!" Bajie grabbed my sleeve wetly and cried, "Brother lied to me that there was a treasure in the well, and lied to me to carry the corpse."

Wukong came over to pull Bajie away.

Bajie avoided him, dragged me around, and continued: "You said that this man has been dead for three years, and he went to retrieve the body, isn't he sick?"

"Master, you have to decide for my old pig." Bajie cried, "This plague-stricken monkey told me that he had a baby, pushed me into the well, and threatened to throw me down if I didn't carry the corpse .”

"..." Then you grabbed my arm with your corpse-carrying hand?

I looked at Bajie's miserable appearance, silently swallowed this sentence, and looked at the monkey with condemning eyes.

The monkey pushed Bajie away, put on a sincere face and said: "Master, if there is no evidence, how can we prove that the current king is a fake?"

That's true, but...

I frowned and said, "It's been three years now, shouldn't the king be turned into a dry bone?" Even if the conditions in the well are special, what should you do if you get the corpse back and it rots in two days?

I imagined the scene of the corpse rotting and swelling, and I felt that the goosebumps all over my body jumped up and rebelled.

"Master, you are still worried about this," Bajie said, "Brother Hou said he could make the king come back to life, but if he can't, why should I carry him?"

I looked at the monkey instantly: "Wukong, if there is a way to revive the emperor, it will save a life, and it will be better than building a seven-level pagoda. We are also better than worshiping Buddha in Lingshan." Anyway, you can't put a corpse in it. In my room!

"Master, why do you believe this idiot's nonsense? People have been dead for three years and have already been reincarnated. How can they be saved?"

"Master, don't be deceived by him. This monkey is lazy in everything except teasing people. You just need to recite the mantra and let him return you to life." Bajie said from the sidelines.

The magic spell was given by the Bodhisattva when the monkey refused to obey.It's just that I'm always soft-hearted towards this monkey, and I haven't read it a few times.

Who would have thought that this guy would push his nose more and more on his face, even carrying corpses to my room to scare people!

Who would have thought that I only read two lines of the "Tightening Curse".The monkey fell to the ground in an instant, twitching in pain.

I stopped immediately, but I was so scared that I couldn't recover for a long time... It hurts so much.

The monkey begged: "Master, Mo Nian! Mo Nian! Wait for me to heal you!"

"How to cure it?" I forced myself to ask, feeling strange in my heart.

"Go to the underworld, ask Hades about his soul, and bring it back if you have one," said the monkey.

Bajie said again: "Master, don't believe him. He originally said that you don't need to go to the Yin Division, you can heal and live in the Yang world!"

The monkey swung the stick as if to hit him: "You idiot, please tell the master to curse me!"

Bajie laughed so hard that he fell down: "Brother Monkey, you teased me, but you don't allow me to tease you back!"

Wukong said: "Now there is the third watch, when I come back, it will be dawn, the soul is hard to survive, there must be someone crying here, so as to attract the soul to stay."

Bajie hummed: "Needless to say, this monkey must want me to cry."

The monkey giggled, tore a piece of cloth from the bed and wrapped it around Bajie's head, turning him into a pig dressed in mourning.

"Bajie," said the monkey, "how many kinds of crying are there? If you open your mouth and yell, then yell, squeeze some tears; Howling and crying."

That idiot could let it go, he threw his whole body on the ground, patted the ground and cried bitterly: "You short-lived person, why did you die like this! What can I do when you die!"

I couldn't laugh or cry, and pushed the monkey out: "Don't be naughty, go back early."

The monkey suddenly changed his face, and said aggrievedly: "Master, you are bullying me with that curse."

I was already guilty, and when he said that, I just felt uncomfortable all over.

Seeing my guilty conscience, the monkey immediately got excited: "You are clearly partial to Bajie."

I sneered, slapped him on the face, and pushed that monkey face away: "I'm obviously taking sides with you."