[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

There was liquid coming up from the ground, and everywhere it went was scorched black.We had to go up to high places, and from time to time we had to guard against gastric juices falling from our heads.

Sanbao twitched in my sleeve and suddenly jumped down, staring at me, gesticulating something very anxiously.

I frowned and squatted down trying to hug it back into my arms.

Sanbao yelled and jumped out of my arms for a few steps, screaming hurriedly, and kept gesticulating to the right.

Normally, I would have followed it, but now it is really dangerous, and I might be melted to the bone by the stomach juice of this monster at any time.

Seeing that I was indifferent, Sanbao seemed to be in a hurry. He ran down two steps and then came back to pull the hem of my clothes.

I sighed and had to follow.

"Master!" Wu Jing called me from behind.

"You stay here, I'll be over in a while." I replied loudly, seeing the three treasures scurrying among the gravel, turning around and screaming at me from time to time, I had no choice but to follow.

After crossing a pile of broken rocks and rotten wood, we came to a slightly flat place. There was a cave in front of us. Half of the hole collapsed, and gravel kept falling down.

I was startled and tried to stop Sambo.

Unexpectedly, before I opened my mouth, Sanbao went towards the cave where the rocks kept falling.

I hesitated for a moment, and followed after gritting my teeth.

It was not dark inside the cave, and there was something on the top of the cave that exuded dots of light, like stars in the night sky.

I didn't have time to take a closer look at it, so I just buried my head and walked straight inside.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, thick white mist suddenly rose around.

The white mist became thicker the further I walked, and when I felt that something was wrong and wanted to turn around and go out, it was already so thick that I couldn't tell the direction.

"Jinghong!" This sound sounded in my head, like a thunderclap, I have never heard such a shrill cry, so shrill that everyone who heard it couldn't help feeling pity.

I trembled all over, and for a moment I didn't know where I was.

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"It's amazing, what's so interesting about that thing, you might as well look at me." The little thing lay on the desk and gnawed on the pen holder.

While swinging the formation, I corrected it: "Call Master."

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to call you master?" The little guy was confident.

I laughed, but I was speechless, so I just let it go.

"Jinghong, what's so interesting about you swinging those bones and ashes all day long, why don't you teach me?" The little thing lay on my lap, his eyes pierced and blinked.

"I taught you, but you forgot." So I don't bother to teach, you have to forget anyway.

"Huh, I have a very good memory. When did you teach me?" The little thing was very unconvinced, and more than that, it also started to expose my old background: "I still remember that your socks haven't been changed for three days. .”

"And your underpants, which were almost full when they were left under the bed without washing. The smell is so suffocating."

"I still remember you peeking at Sister Xiaotao taking a bath."

"I still remember that you drank the master's wine secretly and added water to it."

"I still remember that you were rejected when you confessed to sister Xiao Ling the day before yesterday..."

"I didn't say that, Jinghong, your character is very problematic, you are careless and sloppy, and you are not honest. You haven't paid back the money you owe Brother Arwen, oh, look at you..." The little monkey Started to chatter about my black history.

I calmly explained: "Don't mention the things about when you were young and frivolous, it's boring."

The little monkey snorted: "A young man over 9000 years old."

"Since you have such a good memory, do you remember that you are three hundred years old?" I drew two strokes on the ground, held my chin to think for a while, and then added two strokes next to it.

It snorted and said firmly, "You lied!"

I sneered and looked down at it proudly: "Why would I lie to a monkey?"

"Because you are a dishonest and perennial deceitful person." The monkey said firmly.

I unexpectedly discovered that what the monkey said made sense, and I couldn't refute it.

"You are a born spiritual creature." I decided to skip the topic of "Is Jinghong a dishonest person?"

"Of course." The little thing was very proud.

"But what exactly are you... To be honest, I don't really know." It is estimated that few people in this world know.

"You are the thing!" The little thing looked at me with extremely disdainful eyes, "You must have dozed off in class!" Its tone was very affirmative.

Although I want to tell this monkey whether or not he dozes off in class has nothing to do with whether he knows what it is, but I am too lazy to bother with a monkey.

So let's skip the question of "Did Jinghong doze off in class" and start talking.

"But every 100 years you change back to forgetting the past and forgetting the past, and the body returns to childhood." I have a hunch that I may accidentally keep a pet that will never die, why does this feel so bad.

The little thing stared at me in disbelief, and snorted: "You're right, but that's not the reason why you don't teach me!"

"Why?" I held the pen and picked it on its hind legs, easily poking the little monkey over.

It piaji fell to the ground and got up angrily: "I can't remember, of course it's because you didn't teach well, you should teach until I understand, otherwise it's your dereliction of duty!"

...Why does this monkey always speak very logically?

Under the strong request of the monkey, I had to start making up lessons for it.

"Our people generally believe that strength is hidden in the bones." I picked out those animal bones and human bones while talking to the little monkey nestled on top of my head.

"Usually we think that the stronger a person was in life, the stronger the power hidden in his bones, but this kind of power cannot be aroused and used by everyone..."

"Is the power hidden in every bone the same?" The little guy flicked around on my head, scratching my hair so painfully.

It said: "There are more than two bones in a person's body, and it is exhausting to wear them all."

"If you die naturally, the power will be evenly distributed." I covered my head and grabbed the guy first, "If you were fighting before you died, the power may gather in a certain place, such as the palm, such as the ribs, such as the leg department."

That little guy was very flexible, jumping up and down between my fingers but couldn't get off.

I had no choice but to continue this terrible teaching.

I pulled out a leg bone from the pile of bones: "Like this one, the strength is basically concentrated in the leg, which should be the reason why this person was running with all his strength before he died."

The little monkey laughed straight after hearing this: "If I die, I will gather my strength in my hands before I die, so that Jinghong can string my hand bones and hang them around my neck."

I corrected it: "Your claws are called, and the bones are not used for hanging around the neck." Hiss—the dead monkey pulled my hair again.

"Besides," I yawned, "you won't die even if I die."

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"Does Jinghong know the devil king?" Jin Chanzi sat cross-legged holding a string of Buddhist beads, her whole person was peaceful and peaceful.

"I've never heard of it." I recalled a little bit, and in this world, apart from immortals, the rest seemed to be some unworthy demons and ghosts.

To the death, like Sun Houzi, occupying a mountain top and proclaiming himself the Monkey King, there is not even a slightly formed monster organization, let alone a demon king and demon king.

The bald head smiled slightly, like a pond of lotus blooming: "Then you want to know?"

I glanced at him, and thought to myself that the bald man started to pretend again: "I don't want to know, if you have the ability, just hold back."

He laughed: "I have to tell you."

I rested my chin and listened to his chatter.

"There used to be a demon king in this world, and he was born in opposition to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens."

I became very interested: "Is he killing countless people or is he cruel and violent?"

"Neither of them," the monk smiled meaningfully, "he contradicts my philosophy."

"How contradictory?" I asked.

"Greed, hatred, ignorance, love and hatred can all become Buddhas," the monk shook his reflective head, "So, aren't you a devil?"

"That guy once blatantly contradicted the Buddha in Lingshan, saying that if a person has no love, no hatred, no greed, no ignorance, he is no different from a dead person."

I couldn't help laughing: "He's a top-notch arrogant guy."

"He's also an interesting guy." Jin Chanzi smiled peacefully.

It's just... "If it's just that, you can't be called a devil?" He didn't do anything big and evil, so why did he become a devil?

"Jinghong, do you know that the most instigating and unstable thing in this world is the human heart?"

"He has the orthodox blood of the Wu clan, and he has three thousand ice silks in his hands, and the people he has met are all famous people. What kind of noble status and influence is that?"

"If it's just an ordinary person, it's okay to say such nonsense, but with his status, it's not nonsense."

"In addition, that guy relied on his own abilities, and all the gods and Buddhas ignored him, and he offended many people with his actions and words."

"The Buddha wants to kill him, who can stop him? Who is willing to stop him?"

"Buddha killed him?" I asked.

Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "My Buddha is merciful."

I frowned, I don't like this monk's trickery at critical moments.

"Is this the only way for the Buddha to kill him?" I asked.

"Isn't that enough?" he asked back.

I pondered and said: "Buddha is naturally different from ordinary people."

Jin Chanzi smiled and said: "If you meet an ant, you can crush it to death if you raise your foot, that's naturally merciful, but what if you meet a tiger?"

I laughed loudly: "You monk, your own Buddha will not let you go, just like this."

Jin Chanzi smiled lightly and pulled his sleeves. He looked like an eminent monk, showing no remorse for his rebellious remarks.