[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

"Master? Master?" The monkey kept calling me.

I stared blankly at the reflection in the water, dipped my hands in the water, and said nothing.

"Master." The monkey came and pulled my arm.

I threw him away and squatted there silently, unable to express what it was like in my heart.When the monster took advantage of the monkey's appearance to tease me, I never resisted, and even secretly pleased.

That's why, when the truth is exposed, it becomes even more embarrassing.The monster laughed at me and said that I wasn't annoyed when the monkey didn't care about me, it's just that I never had extravagant hopes.

If it is said that this monkey does not understand my mind, I do not believe it.He has lived for these hundreds of years at least, and if he doesn't expose it, he wants to hide it.

He wanted to hide it, so I kept it with him.

Cowardly or hypocritical, I just want to accompany him to the Western Paradise, watch him become a Buddha, dig a hole and bury myself after my wishful thinking in this life, and become my skeleton again, sleep for 80 years, From now on, don't ask about worldly affairs.

but……

The monster wanted to threaten me: "Master, why don't you guess it? If Sun Houzi knew what Master was thinking, how would he react?"

The voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, lingering in my ears.

I closed my eyes.

How can I let that monkey know those unbearable thoughts that I hide in my heart.It's one thing for him to more or less guess, but I can't accept all this nakedly placed in front of the other party.

Especially, the thing about the monster turning into a monkey to tease me.Just thinking of this careless monster monkey slapping his legs and laughing straight away makes me feel like I'm going crazy.

And something even scarier...

I stared intently at my hands.

It was indeed my idea to kill the scorpion spirit, but not the subsequent massacre.Those little monsters obviously couldn't hurt me, but I smashed them into corpses.

When doing all this, I have no fear in my heart, as if I am doing a common thing.

"Master." The monkey was still trying to say a few words to me persistently.

He didn't understand. What annoyed me was not him, let alone his coming back late, but myself who had improper thoughts about him.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help scooping up water and splashing it all over my face, then covered my face and twitched with laughter.

Even if I use this identity, in the name of learning scriptures, to tie this monkey to my side, how long can I tie it?

The blood in my chest was surging, and I just felt a mess in my head.

That monster shouldn't have threatened me.I said in my heart.

But such conclusions are not comforting.

I opened my palm vigorously, and the silk thread swam like a snake in the water.

In recent days, that tyrannical emotion has gathered more and more in my heart, rushing around but having nowhere to vent, which made me a lot more irritable.

"Master! Master!" the monkey was still calling.

I got a headache from his quarrel, so I tied him tightly with silk thread with a flick of my hand.

"Hey." The monkey winked at me.

I turned around and left, but I almost bumped into the monkey when I turned around.

I was taken aback, and when I looked back, it was clearly a big piece of wood that was tied up.

I took a deep breath and was about to say something, but the monkey spoke first: "Master, follow me back to Huaguo Mountain."

I stared at him blankly, not understanding what happened for a while.

"Master, come back to Huaguo Mountain with me, how about being a deputy king with me?" the monkey said, showing a mouthful of shiny teeth.

I laughed and slapped him across the face: "Nonsense!"

I turned my head away, but couldn't help smiling on my face.

The monkey followed me step by step: "Anyway, it's hard to get rid of the evil spirit of the master, even if he went to the west to meet the Buddha, he might be kicked out of Lingshan. Why don't we go back to the cave with the old grandson."

I couldn't help turning around and hugging him.

With my face pressed against the monkey's chest, I thought maybe I was really crazy.

A hairy paw touched my head.

I slapped his furry paws touching my head away, coughed lightly and said, "Let's go on the road."

The monkey laughed instead, and pulled me back: "Master clearly agreed just now, why are you going back on your word at this time?"

I couldn't hold back, but I had to put on a serious face: "What did I promise just now? Why don't you get Wu Neng Wu Jing back soon, you monkey head, let's go on the road"

But the monkey said relentlessly: "Master just said clearly that he wants to follow me back to Huaguo Mountain and warm my bed."

I made him speechless with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

He giggled and said, "I just told them to share their luggage and go back separately."

I stared at him, speechless for a while.

The monkey nuzzled: "The horses are gone." After saying that, he grabbed me and just jumped into the clouds.

I stared at him angrily: "Where did you let Wu Neng Wu Jing go?"

The monkey smiled and said, "Where else can I go back? Bajie goes back to his Gao Lao Village, Wujing goes back to Liusha River."

I frowned: "What about the little white dragon?"

"He won't go back," the monkey grinned. "Old Sun drives him away, but he can still hold on."

I let him choke on these words for a long time, and after a while, I said in a dull tone: "Then Miss Gao doesn't want to be with Bajie, you put Bajie back like this..."

The monkey didn't take it seriously and said, "Master doesn't even want to go back to Huaguo Mountain with me."

I taught him to throw himself up with anger.

"I thought I should have met the master." The monkey said suddenly.

I glanced at him and said nothing.

"Old Sun was crushed under the Five Elements Mountain back then, so you were the little skeleton who came to see me with an umbrella." The monkey laughed.

I recalled this incident and felt that there was nothing to talk about.Even if he said it, it was nothing more than making the monkey more proud.

"The Buddha's post is really powerful. My grandson has been under the Five Elements Mountain for 500 years and has never seen a monster." The monkey approached, "At that time, I thought, if this little silly little skull is a woman, I will marry her." her."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but said: "Whoever visits you, who will you marry?"

The monkey said with a smile: "Master really even eats his own jealousy."

I--

I made him speechless, so I had to shut my mouth sullenly.

"Master, you clearly know that you can't go to Lingshan." The monkey put his chin on my shoulder, "Why bother?"

He had just said a few serious words, and couldn't help but start talking nonsense: "Sure enough, it's Lao Sun who has great supernatural powers and boundless charm."

I couldn't help but sneer and kicked him off the cloud head.

The monkey turned over and jumped up again, and continued to sit next to me.

I lay on the cloud and looked down, and saw the river below was surging and misty.

Suddenly, I saw a high mountain in front of me. It was pitch black from a distance, and it was especially eye-catching among the vast green.

Looking closely, the vegetation on the mountain is completely gone, there are no flowers and fruits, the peaks and rocks have collapsed, and the ground is covered with scorched earth. As far as the eye can see, it is a desolate scene.

The monkey pressed the head of the cloud and stood in front of a waterfall.

I saw that the mountain was very desolate, so I couldn't help but want to say something to comfort the monkey.

Before I could open my mouth, I saw seven or eight little monkeys jumping out from the vines in front of the Fangcao slope, and rushed up: "The king is back! The king is back!"

Only then did the monkey smile a little: "Why are you all hiding?"

When the group of monkeys heard this, they wept and said: "After the king left, the mountain was set on fire by Erlang God. We hid in the well and in the water curtain cave, and we saved our lives."

"It's just that I don't know what kind of fire it is. After it burned, the land was scorched black, and no vegetation grew. After more than 500 years, it barely returned to its current appearance."

"How many of you are still on this mountain now?" the monkey asked.

"Only a thousand." The old monkey said.

The monkey was silent.

The old monkey said: "Some were killed by the fire back then, and some were snatched by hunters."

The monkey sneered after hearing this: "If they come again, let them go and never return!" There was an indescribable evil spirit in the words.

The group of monkeys hugged us into the Shuilian Cave.

"The king is back! The king is back!"

"The king is back!"

For a while, there were endless cheers.

"Your Majesty," the old monkey asked, "Who is this?"

The monkey pulled me and laughed, but didn't speak.

I couldn't say anything, so I had to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The old monkey asked again: "I heard that the great king Baona went to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures, why are you back now?"

The monkey smiled and said, "Master insisted on going back to Huaguo Mountain to be my housekeeper, but I had no choice but to follow him."

When I heard the monkey started talking nonsense again, I couldn't help pulling his tail hard.

The monkey didn't resist, instead wrapped its tail around my wrist and didn't let go.

……

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"Master, why don't you use human bones instead of these monkey bones?"

Although the room was small, there were dozens of cages filled with monkeys, big and small, and there were hundreds of them at a glance.

Some of these monkeys were dying and their lives were hanging by a thread, while others were tearfully looking out from the iron railings.

The gray-robed man said: "Now the master is retreating, according to our ability, we can catch the living, if we don't keep them, we will get into big trouble."

The apprentice said: "But I read in the book that there is not much difference in use between the living and the dead. Why do we bother to catch these live monkeys?" The implication is that it is much more convenient to dig up the bones of dead people.

The gray-robed man sneered and said, "What do you know? What's so good about books written thousands of years ago? This fresh corpse has its own advantages. You must not know it. Just do as I tell you."

The apprentice felt dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he kept silent.

The gray-robed man took a carving knife to carve patterns on the bones in his hands, and put them in a row on the table.

After doing all this well, he put his palms together and made a handprint.

The pile of bones flashed brilliantly, and stood up like a living thing.

Although this thing has become a skeleton, it still retains the memory before it, jumping up and down, scratching its ears and cheeks.

"This fresh bone, the soul has never gone far," the gray-robed man explained, "you just need to follow the usual operations to make a puppet."

"What about the long-dead bones?" asked the apprentice.

The gray-robed man took a sip of tea: "That's troublesome, you have to summon the soul first, and if the soul has already become a fierce ghost, you have to guard against the other party's backlash."

"I heard that the master made such a puppet back then?" asked the apprentice.

The gray-robed man slapped him on the head, and cursed: "What are you asking so much for? Pick the monkey's bones for me!"

The apprentice shrank his neck and obediently rolled away.