[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

This girl has a good appearance, a good figure, and an outstanding temperament. It's a pity that if she is a little timid, she will hide in a corner and tremble.

That small appearance is really lovable.

I glanced at the door-god-like monkey standing on the left, and sighed, "Oh Wukong, you scared the girls."

The monkey grinned, and stuck the golden cudgel on the ground with one hand: "Master, I did a great honor to the master by not throwing you and this girl out here."

Well, the girl trembled even more.She looked at Wukong like a bully, and looked at me like a hooligan.

I took a sip of the wine, pulled the awkward monkey to my side and sat down, and said to the girl, "What do you know?"

The girl moved out of the corner tremblingly, her voice trembling: "I, my family can play some tunes."

I pointed to the piano next to me: "Then you can pick up a cheerful talk and listen to it."

With trembling steps, the girl moved to the piano and sat down, and began to play the piano.Her hands were very beautiful, with slender fingers, but it was a pity that they were shaking so badly that the sound of the zither was like mourning.

The monkey felt uneasy when he heard it, and twisted around me, and seemed to have the urge to jump up and drive the girl out.

I held him in my arms, rested my chin on his shoulder, squinted my eyes and dozed off for a while, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the girl looked at me more like a hooligan.

I couldn't help but twitched my forehead and waved the girl down.

The woman felt relieved, and ran out the door with the hem of her clothes in her hands.

"Wukong, master doesn't want me anymore." I rubbed the monkey's shoulder and said aggrievedly.

"This is the excuse for the master to come to the brothel?" Monkey obviously didn't agree.

Gee, what an intolerant guy.

"I just want to listen to songs." I was even more aggrieved.

These days, listening to a piece of music also has to carry the problem of life style, and life is impossible.

Monkey sneered.

I squeezed the monkey's ears, pushed him down on the bed, and then put my head on his fluffy belly: "In the eyes of the master, I am not as good as those tattered scriptures of the Tathagata."

The monkey lay there and let me press it down.

I said again: "Don't let me live in the temple, don't let me become a monk!" This is basically to expel me from the teacher.

The monkey rubbed one of its furry paws on my head: "Master, you want to separate yourself from the Buddha, isn't it good?"

Hmph, how is that the same.

I slapped his paw away with a slap: "It's one thing for me to separate myself from Tathagata, but it's another thing for me to be the master's apprentice."

The monkey said with a sullen smile: "Master, you really want to take advantage of everything, and you won't take any losses."

"Master, it's not for your own good." He said.

"I know," I sighed, "but I don't like it."

The monkey said: "Why don't we go to the Western Paradise to find the Buddha and ask for the scriptures before we come back?"

"...You think the scriptures are Chinese cabbage." We have to be willing to give it to the Buddha.

The monkey didn't take it seriously: "To the Buddha, it's not just Chinese cabbage."

"..." Why does this monkey always speak so rationally?

I jumped up suddenly and decided to go to Lingshan.

"Hey, son," the old bustard opened the door and came in, "but Miss Qingyun is not to my liking—" She stopped abruptly in the middle of her words, and her hand with the orchid finger twitched violently.

The next second, the bustard backed away trembling.

The monkey said calmly: "Master, you scared him away."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and slapped him on the forehead: "It's obvious that you scared me."

The monkey pinched his waist and walked to the table, picked up the bronze mirror, looked at his face, and exclaimed, "What a handsome man."

At the end, he glanced at me again, and exclaimed in surprise, "Monster!"

"..." Who will accept this monster.

I put the money on the table, walked to the window, pursed my lips and let out a long whistle.

There was a echo from a distance, and a big bird came through the clouds.

I sat on the bird's back and motioned for the monkey to sit beside me.The appearance of such a big bird out of thin air is really eye-catching, but in an instant, more than a dozen people looked over.

I touched Qibao's neck and said, "Let's go to Lingshan."

Qibao let out a long cry, and flapped his wings soaring into the sky, straight up to the sky.

The monkey sat there groping around, as if tearing off two feathers to study.

I pressed the hair that was blown wildly by the wind, and pressed the monkey's fur paw: "Wukong, do you think the Buddha will give it?"

"Why not give it?" The monkey didn't care, "Didn't he want to sell scriptures in Dongtu for a long time?"

"..." I think I know why the Buddha suppressed you for 500 years.

Sitting on Qibao's back, I saw a place in the distance with auspicious light and five colors, a thousand auspicious mist, and I thought it was the place where Lingjiu Peak was.

Qibao flapped his wings and landed slowly. After I got off the ground with the monkey, he turned into a young man.

Qibao secretly glanced at the monkey, then looked at me eagerly, rushed into my arms like a cannonball, and said, "I haven't seen Master for a long time, Qibao misses me so much."

I laughed, and stretched out my hand. Just as I was about to reach out and touch his head, my feet flew into the air. It turned out that the monkey had grabbed him and dragged him up the mountain.

Qibao froze in place dumbfounded.

"Wu, Wukong," I silently supported my forehead, "You've ruined all the face of being a teacher."

The monkey was taken aback for a moment, and showed an extremely surprised expression: "So the master has had face?"

"..." I must have owed this monkey in my previous life.

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The great monk refused at first: "Jinghong, you are not my Buddhist disciple, how can I give you the scriptures."

After receiving the gift, the great monk immediately changed his words: "Since you came here sincerely, I can't refuse categorically."

"Since Jinghong, you are willing to go through those 81 ordeals with a mortal body, it doesn't matter if I give you two volumes of this scripture."

Hey, hey, wait, when did I say that I will go through 81 difficulties with a mortal body.

The monk smiled triumphantly: "Where did you leave from that day, now start from there, and come to my Daleiyin Temple with a mortal body. At that time, I will give you the scriptures, how about it?"

"Tathagata," I sighed and shook my head, "Are you dreaming?"

The great monk stared at me with a livid face, suddenly his face changed drastically, he got up suddenly and was about to chase me out.

I held five fingers together, and the ice silk in my hand covered the entire hall, firmly blocking all the doors and windows.

"Jinghong!" the great monk gritted his teeth, "Hello, you are so brave!"

"How do you say that?" I asked puzzled.

He sneered twice: "You know it in your heart! You asked that monkey to steal my scriptures, why are you asking me?"

I clasped my palms together and said with a smile: "The Buddha was joking. It is clear that my disciple made a deal with the two venerables. It's just a transaction. How can you say it's stealing?"

The great monk was too angry to speak.

I took back the ice silk that was wrapped around the whole hall, and said with a smile: "If the Buddha insists on returning the Buddhist scriptures, please ask the Venerable Anuo and Kaye to return the property to my disciple."

The great monk looked at me coldly, and after a while, he regained his calm face: "This is the end of the matter, it doesn't matter if I leave it to you."

I corrected: "It's right to change, how can you say it's given?"

The Buddha ignored me and continued: "But if you take it like this, it will damage my reputation and let the world see that I am weak and deceitful."

"..." Whoever is blind will see you as weak and deceitful.

"According to the previous agreement between the two of us, you will go through these 81 hardships with a mortal body, and I will pass on the truth to you."

"..."

"Now that you have obtained the scriptures, let's go through the 81 hardships now."

Before the Buddha could finish his words, I rushed out of the door and went straight down to Lingshan.

"Master, you are so slow. I have been waiting for you for a long time." The monkey sat on the cloud and said with a smile.

I grabbed him and was about to speak, when suddenly, it was dark and it was pitch black all around.

I frowned and was on alert when suddenly the sky brightened and I looked around, but I was no longer in Lingshan.

"Master, you are back."

I froze for a moment.

Bajie happily walked over with his stomach in his arms: "The golden cicada makes us copy scriptures and chant Buddha every day, it's driving people to death."

"What about the golden cicada?" I took a closer look at the number of people present, and I always felt that there were fewer people.

"I got angry with Ao Lie a few days ago and ran away." Ba Jie bit a steamed bun and muttered how Guanyin was looking for trouble, how fluffy Jin Chanzi was, and how boring Ao Lie was.

"Then why are you two still here?" Isn't this idiot always yelling to break up.

The author has something to say:

It can be regarded as the end, let's watch it next time.Irregularly drop small stories~

Maybe I will write a few articles about Journey to the West, maybe _(:з」∠)_