[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

On the second day, in the court.

The king was reading Guan Wen, when suddenly an official from the Yellow Gate played: "The three national teachers are here."

At this time, three Taoist priests came in, and they did not salute the emperor, but said: "Your Majesty, the monks from the east have some old grudges with us, please let us deal with that monk."

The king was shocked and hurriedly accepted Guan Wen, and asked with concern: "How did those monks offend the national teacher?"

The national teacher proudly said: "Pindao once had eight brothers who worshiped him as friends, and died under the stick of this monkey."

Wukong sneered and said, "If there are not one thousand goblins, there are eight hundred goblins who died under my stick. May I ask which mountain and cave your brother is from?"

The national teacher was not annoyed, but only showed a ferocious expression: "You monkey head, you sent to the door to seek death! You can't blame others."

Just at this time, another official from the Huangmen came to play: "Long live, there will be no rain this spring, and the elders from outside the door will come to play, asking the teacher of the state to pray for rain, and to help the common people."

The king pondered for a long time, stroked his beard and said, "You two, hold your own words. The national teacher is kind to the people of his country. This Tang monk is a monk who came all the way from the east."

"How about this," the king said, "Monk Dongtu, do you dare to bet with our master to win the rain? If you pray for a sweet rain, I will forgive your crime. If there is no rain, I will kill you and others for public display. "

The monkey said with a smile: "My master is an eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty. How can it be difficult to get him for such trivial things as asking for rain?"

The king was overjoyed and immediately moved to Wufeng Tower.

An official knelt down in front of the national teacher and said: "Everything in the mandala has been prepared, and the national teacher is invited to come to the altar."

The national teacher bowed his body and bowed his hands, resigned from the king, and walked towards the high platform.The high platform was about three feet high, and there were 28 constellations on the left and right sides of the platform. There was a table on the top, and there was an incense burner on the table, with incense smoke in the stove.

The great immortal stood still on the high platform, holding the sword in his hand, chanting incantations, sticking a talisman on the candle with his left hand and burning it.There was a ping sound from above, and the wind picked up leisurely.

Zhu Bajie was startled and said: "It's not good! This Taoist priest really has some skills! Once the token rings, the wind blows!"

Monkey held Drifting Monk with his left hand and Bajie with his right hand, and said, "Junior Brother, you two just protect Master, I will come whenever I go."

The monkey froze in place after leaving such a sentence, its eyes were also straightened, like a mould.

After a while, the wind stopped.Bajie was very happy: "You are a Taoist priest, come down quickly and let my master come!"

The Taoist held the token again, burned the talisman, the token rang again, and suddenly the clouds surged, and before the dark clouds covered the sky, the clouds scattered all over the sky.

Next, there was neither lightning nor rain, the sky was cloudless, the sun was shining brightly, and the Taoist was sweating profusely on the high platform.

I couldn't help poking Wukong's arm, feeling a bit unimaginable that the monkey actually ran into the sky, the whole monkey wobbled and almost fell down, so I was so scared that I helped him up.

Bajie reached out and grabbed the monkey's ear and pulled it up, then grinned happily at me: "Master, look, this dead monkey is really not here."

Just at this time, the Taoist got off the high platform and said to the king, "Your Majesty, the Dragon God is not at home today."

The monkey kicked Bajie over, squeezed past the national teacher, and said to the king, "Your Majesty, all dragon kings are here, but this Taoist priest is useless, please don't come."

The king then said: "Then you go to the stage, the widow is here to wait for the rain."

The monkey happily ran back, pulled me and pushed towards the mandala: "Master, let's go!"

"Wukong, Wukong..." I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely, but I didn't dare to speak out, I just grabbed his arm and whispered, "I can't."

"It's just asking for rain." The monkey dismissed it and pushed me up to the high platform. "Master, you can just go up and recite sutras. I will do the rest."

I had no choice but to sit up and recite sutras.

Before I read a few sentences, I saw a strong wind, blowing roof tiles and knocking pedestrians to the ground.

Even the table and incense burner on the high platform were blown aside, barely hitting my face.

I couldn't help but whispered: "You monkey, put it away for me."

He didn't take it seriously, and with one stroke of the golden cudgel, the sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant.

Immediately afterwards there was thunder and lightning, and torrential rain poured down.The rain made my whole body ache, I just felt that my face was covered with water, and I could barely open my eyes.

Someone shouted through the boundless rain: "Elder, put away your supernatural powers!"

In an instant, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the sun shone on the earth.

I got up dripping wet and walked down the high platform. My shoes were soaked, and it was difficult to take off my shoes in full view, so I just walked down dripping wet.

The monkey quickly supported me, covered his mouth with one hand and laughed.

"This monk is good! Our teacher is good at asking for rain, but it is not as refreshing as yours!" The king stretched out his hand to hold me, even though he was splashed with water, his face was flushed, "It's better to stay in my car Chi Guo, I will build a temple for my master and recruit monks."

"Your Majesty!" the Great Immortal hurriedly said, "I should have invited the rain, but the Dragon King was not there at the time, and it happened that the Dragon King came back when the monk went up, so they took advantage of it."

"It's the national teacher's credit, it's the national teacher's credit," the king waved his hand perfunctorily, neither mentioning Guan Wen nor mentioning the offense to the national teacher, he just grabbed me and didn't let go, "The holy monk will stay in my car Guo, how about being a teacher of the Four Kingdoms?"

"Your Majesty!" The national teacher hurriedly stopped, "I have waited here to help the country and protect the country and the people. After suffering for 20 years, now this monk has used some mana to ruin our reputation. Let my brother bet with him again!"

"This..." The king showed embarrassment.

Immortal Huli said: "I want to bet with him on sitting meditation, and the ladder will appear holy!"

"National teacher," the king said disapprovingly, "this monk was born in Zen, why would you bet on sitting meditation with him?"

"Your Majesty, my cloud ladder is different from ordinary sitting meditation. One hundred tables are required, and fifty tables are used as a meditation platform. One by one, you are not allowed to climb up with your hands, and you don't need a ladder to climb up. Drive a cloud head, sit down on the stage, and make an appointment to stay still for a few hours."

"Holy Monk, my master wants to show you his holiness by competing with you on a ladder, are you willing?" the king asked.

I frowned: "The poor monk doesn't want to fight with others."

"Monk, don't tell me you look down on me!" Immortal Hu Li immediately became angry.

I sighed: "You and I are both monks, so why bother fighting?"

"You monk!" The great immortal sneered, "Don't put on such a dignified face, why didn't you stop your disciple when he killed my brother?"

I had to ask: "Which one is it?"

"You don't have to ask!" He interrupted me abruptly, "You only said to bet or not!"

"Your Majesty." I helplessly, looking at the king.

The king laughed and said: "If the holy monk is willing to stay in our country, pray for rain for the people of our country, and benefit the people, wouldn't it be a thousand times better than traveling west to learn scriptures? If the holy monk is willing, I will be the master, let you and me, the three kingdoms Teachers become brothers, and the past is wiped out."

I was at a loss for words and couldn't speak for a long time.

The monkey whispered in my ear, "Master may sit in meditation."

"Yes, yes, it's just..." If the bet is such that people can't get off the stage, this matter will be even more difficult.

"Monk, what do you think?" the national teacher forced to ask.

The monkey leaned forward and confronted him tit for tat: "My master bets you!"

The two looked at each other and refused to give in. The national teacher snorted coldly and walked away.

The national teacher stepped up on the cloud and sat down on the stage.

I stared at the monkey: "How do you get on—" Before I finished speaking, I felt a wind rising from the bottom of my feet and lifted me to the west stage.

I stood on the high platform and looked down, only feeling dizzy and chills down my spine, and looked at the national teacher again, um, I succeeded in gaining a cold stare.

At this moment, suddenly a goshawk flew towards me, with its sharp claws, its swooping posture, and its astonishing speed, it was impossible to hide.

I happened to be on this high platform, even if I avoided it, I would inevitably fall to the ground. Falling from such a height would not mean breaking an arm or a leg, but I would definitely see the King of Hades.

Just as he was doing so, a little bird flew over from nowhere and collided with the goshawk.

The bird was only the size of a sparrow, but it pecked the goshawk and fled in embarrassment. The two birds were fighting in the air. Suddenly, the goshawk was shot out and knocked the master of tiger power off the high platform.

……Oh my God.

I stood up in shock, forgetting that I was on the high platform. Looking at it like this, it was really frightening.

At this moment, an iron rod with a diameter of about three meters appeared aside.

The monkey was probably too lazy to carry me down, so it just held onto the iron bar and greeted: "Master, come here."

I took a deep breath and walked up tremblingly.

Fortunately, the monkey knew how to measure it, so he didn't take it back directly, but let the golden cudgel slowly shorten, and when it was about half a meter above the ground, he came up to help me down.

I couldn't help but look at the Great Immortal Huli. If he wasn't a mortal, he fell from such a height. Apart from his nose being bruised, his face swollen and covered with dust, his limbs were healthy and he seemed to be fine.

In fact, he was not just like a normal person, he was a little overexcited.

The Immortal Huli bared his teeth and claws, looking as if he wanted to come over and grab me by the collar: "Monk, don't run away if you have the ability, let's gamble again!"

I took half a step back and tried to keep myself away from him: "I have the ability, but I don't gamble."

He was so angry that he bowed his hands to the king: "I want to bet with this monk that he beheaded, gouged out his heart, and boiled in oil!"

The monkey laughed wildly: "Okay! Okay! I like the proposal of the national teacher! Come on! Let's bet on it."

I grabbed him and said, "Don't mess around."

"Master, if you don't gamble, how can these Taoist priests let us go?" The monkey put away his arrogant face at this moment, and said seriously.

"We're leaving, they can't stop us, so why bother to gamble your life, we monks shouldn't be so competitive." After I finished speaking, I said to His Majesty: "Being for rain and betting on Zen is a gamble. The burden has been divided, His Majesty will let me go west as promised."

The king was smiling all over his face, when he heard the words, he waved his hands again and again and said, "No hurry, no hurry, no hurry, why don't the holy monks stay in our country for a few more days, and let those monks in our country grow up."

Wukong jumped forward, pressed against the king and said: "You old man, you still want to force me to wait, but you can't."

The king waved his hands again and again: "Don't dare."

"Splash Monkey! How dare you be rude to His Majesty! If you are really capable, you can take another gamble with my three brothers." Immortal Hu Li kept betting.

"Just bet." The monkey was obviously very enthusiastic.

I was so anxious that I pulled him straight, beheading his heart, digging out his heart, and boiling the frying pan, what's the bet.

"Then go behead the monk first," said the king.

The monkey looked excited, as if he had taken advantage of the big advantage: "I'll go first! I'll go first!" As soon as he shook off me, he jumped out.

I was so angry that I almost lost my breath.

The monkey walked to the killing field, stuck its head to the mouth of the guillotine, and made faces at me, as if playing.

"Your Majesty!" I wanted to stop him anxiously, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the knife up and down.

The hairy head rolled all the way to my feet, and I took a few steps back in shock. The head fell off, but there was no bleeding from the port.

The monkey was facing me, still winking.

Just at this moment, a yellow dog ran out of nowhere and wanted to grab the monkey's head. I was really scared this time, and I don't know where the courage came from, grabbed the head and ran away.

The monkey wobbled his headless body back and forth, kicked the dog away in front of me, and then wobbled in front of me to take its head back and press it back down.

As he loitered in front of me, I looked into the monkey's cavity out of curiosity... and then, I really hated myself.

The monkey turned its head from left to right, as if it were trying on a new set of clothes, or installing some kind of machine. Finally, the monkey turned its neck, twisted its waist and shoulders, and said relaxedly: "It's the turn of the country again." teacher."

The king sighed: "You monk really has some skills. I'll give you Guan Wen. Go west."

The monkey sneered: "You old man, you're so biased, my head can be cut off, but your national teacher's head can't be cut off?"

"Monkey, don't be complacent!" The national teacher walked straight into the killing field, and put his head into the guillotine: "It's just beheading, why should I be afraid!"

This time, the knife raised and fell, and the other end rolled to the ground. There was no bleeding from the cut, and the body was still moving.The other end was still talking: "Monkey, let me show you my skills!"

The monkey grinned and kicked the other end far away.

The body of the Great Immortal Tiger Power struggled to get up, wanted to get his head back, but before taking two steps, he fell down and turned into a headless tiger.

"It's such an evil animal." The monkey smiled triumphantly.

This was a real blowout, and the remaining two national teachers rushed forward to fight the monkey desperately: "Splash the monkey! Give back my brother's life!"

The three of them fought fiercely, and for a while, the hall was in chaos.

I stroked my forehead with one hand, and was speechless for a while.

The two Taoist priests were beaten to death by monkeys in the main hall, and they all showed their original shapes.It turned out that one was a white-horned deer and the other an antelope.

The king threw himself on the hall and burst into tears: "My national teacher."

The monkey seemed to be particularly impatient with the old man's tears: "Why are you crying, you stupid king? Your three national teachers are all monsters. I will help you get rid of them. You need to thank me. Quickly give Guan Wen to my master. I have to wait to get on the road.”

"Elder, elder," the king grabbed my hand, "Elder, please stay in my Chechi country." He said with tears in his eyes, "Now all three of my national teachers are dead, and no one in the country asks for rain. But what to do."

"Your Majesty," I sighed, "you cannot govern a country by asking for rain alone."

"Old man, as long as you unite the three religions into one, respect monks and Taoists, and cultivate talents, I will protect your country forever." After the monkey finished speaking, he dragged me away.

"Elder, elder," the king was still calling, "if the elder changes his mind, I will build a temple for the elder, let the elder open an altar to preach scriptures and recruit disciples, and the whole country will believe in Buddhism. Elder, think twice!"