[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

An interesting thing happened a few days ago. The Buddha asked Manjushri to return to the west of the king of the Wuji Kingdom, and to prove the golden body of Arhat.

Who knew that the king was a fool who would never meet in a hundred years. Just because the Bodhisattva asked him for some money, he threw the Bodhisattva into the Yushui River and soaked it for three days and three nights.

The Bodhisattva returned angrily, taught his lion a lesson, and complained tearfully, "You didn't save me!"

The lion lazily turned over and pointed its butt at Manjusri Bodhisattva.Xindao: Bitch, I haven't settled with you for cutting my little jj, don't expect me to give you good looks.

The bodhisattva was turned off by his pet, and he was even more unhappy. He went to the Buddha with a dark face to reason: look at your bad eyesight, who asked me to save him, and threw me into the river for three days. Are you playing tricks on me?

When the Buddha heard this, he said, alas, this is worth it.

Therefore, the Buddha asked the Bodhisattva's lion to kill the king, sent him three years of floods, and asked the lion to govern the Wuji Kingdom on his behalf.

The idea of ​​the Buddha is very straightforward. Since the Bodhisattva was bullied by others, let the Bodhisattva's pets go and bully him back, and let the lion take a vacation by the way.

The lion happily packed his luggage and wanted to leave. He could finally go out to play, and he could also be a king, accompanied by all kinds of beauties.

In short, it is better than the impotent old man who faces Manjushri every day.

Before he could get his things in order, the Bodhisattva floated over.

The old man stroked his hair again and again, and said sadly: "Does it make you so happy to leave me?"

The lion shivered, huddled into a ball silently, and moved slowly to the corner, pretending that he was a mushroom.

Bodhisattva followed him to the corner, stroking the dull hair on its head: "You know the fate of molesting a little girl."

The lion clamped his legs silently, weeping tears of humiliation.

The lion knew the Bodhisattva a long time ago, when the Bodhisattva was not a Bodhisattva, and the lion was still a little monster, a passionate little monster full of physical impulses.

Lions like beauties, they like to see beauties, they like to hear their voices, they like to smell their scents, they like to do pleasant things with beauties, and they like to eat those beautiful bodies after they are done.

At that time, the lion thought that swallowing good people would make those people stay with him forever.

It thought so, and insisted on doing so.

Until he met Manjushri, at that time Manjushri was still a monk, a young and handsome monk.

The lion felt that he liked this monk, and his beauty which was different from that of a woman made him dream. He wanted to be with this man, to do pleasant things with him, to bite off his neck, to swallow him mouthful, and then, Be one with this person forever.

The lion then dressed up as a beautiful woman to seduce the monk, and what happened afterwards was horrible. The lion thought he could overwhelm the monk, but the monk cut off his dick.

Since then, the lion has become an incomplete lion, and its missing parts have become its lifelong shame. He began to keep his human appearance for a longer period of time, wearing human clothes, just to cover up his mutilated body.

Later, the monk became a Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva took it as a mount, and it didn't even have the right to say no.

It faces this person who has hurt it day and night, wishing it could eat its flesh and sleep its skin!The animal nature buried deep in its blood kept clamoring, urging it to bite off the Bodhisattva's neck.

But he couldn't, after all, he wasn't the lion he used to act on instinct alone.

But now, it was finally able to avoid this impotent perverted old man, what a joy.

The lion got rid of Manjusri Bodhisattva and went down to the world excitedly, and went to be friends with the king.

Bodhisattva is a bad-hearted guy. He wants revenge but doesn't want to ruin his reputation, so he turns the lion into a Taoist priest to kill the king.

The Bodhisattva said: "You need to get close to him, then betray him, and then replace him. Only in this way can he be overwhelmed with pain."

The lion loves the king sincerely, and also becomes a brother with the king sincerely.He felt that the king was a real warrior. He did what he had thought about for a long time but never dared to do. How brave he was.

For a while, the two of them were very close, eating and sleeping together.The lion was very happy, but his brain was not working very well. For a long time, he forgot what he was doing in the world.

Until one day, Bodhisattva said: "You should do it."

The lion dawdled for several days, weeping, and let the king live when he could do it countless times.

It is reluctant after all.

The Bodhisattva said: Ferocity is the root of your blood, just like you dreamed of biting off my neck day and night.

And those so-called benevolence and affection are just the illusion of staying in the world for too long.You need to let this mortal know the fate of offending me.

The lion pushed the king to the bottom of the well. It heard the sound of the king thumping at the bottom of the water, and it panicked when it heard the king's cry for help from the bottom of the well.

It was the first time that it tasted fear. It didn't have such a deep-rooted fear when it was cut off by the Bodhisattva.

It retreated a few times, looking at the well, as if looking at the mouth of an ancient giant beast, as if the well could swallow it at any time.

It finally couldn't take it anymore, and covered the well with a stone slab, then poured soil, and planted plantains, as if it could pretend that the well didn't exist.

As if he could pretend that he never pushed the man down, as if he couldn't hear the man's hoarse cries for help and curses at the bottom of the well.

The lion transformed itself into the appearance of a king, and it became him. Since then, it has a human identity, the ninety-five kings.

Since then, it has a vast territory, and since then, it has three thousand beauties in the harem, and since then, it has lived like a real person.

But it can't forget, all of this is based on the fact that it killed the king, the man who regarded it as a person and as a friend.

It began to be diligent in politics, like a real monarch, as he always wanted to be.

It began to count the days, and it remembered the three years of floods that the Buddha said, three years.

Will he be back in three years?

What kind of appearance will he use to appear in front of it again?

Then he saw it.

That person walked into the palace swaggeringly with Xuanzang and four others who were traveling west, surrounded by people kneeling.

The lion sat high on the throne and looked down at everyone.

At this moment, everything around was wiped out, and the lion had only one person in its eyes, and it smiled calmly and arrogantly: "I finally waited for you."

The next second, the monkey rushed up: "Where is the monster running!"

"Sorry," said the Lion.

Then it was beaten to death, and when it finally ran away, it used to say sorry.

The Bodhisattva came a step too late, and his pet died on the throne, his brains burst and blood flowed horizontally.

The king held the whip in his own hands and beat the corpse, blood and flesh flew all over the hall.

Xuanzang frowned, showing his unbearable expression, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

The Bodhisattva's face turned black and blue, "Sun, Wu, Kong!" He bit the monkey's name word by word, took another deep look at Xuanzang, and finally put the lion's body into his sleeve , walked away.

Xuanzang looked at the retreating back of the Bodhisattva, feeling worried.

"Master, what's the matter?" Monkey leaned over and asked.

I glanced at him and sighed, "We could be in big trouble."

The monkey didn't take it seriously: "Manjusri Bodhisattva allowed his lions to escape to the lower realms, there is something wrong with it, and it can't make things difficult for us."

"That monster seemed to have something to say to the king," I sighed, "Why did you beat it to death in such a hurry?"

"So what?" the monkey snorted coldly, "it shouldn't die?"

Seeing that it was useless to talk too much, I simply shut up and stopped talking.

It's just that the Bodhisattva would let it go if his own mount died so tragically.