[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

Drifting wiped off his sweat, and sighed: "Master, why are we two staying here, obviously we can't get out."

Bajie hugged his stomach and ran to the monkey's side, but his stomach pushed him and said: "Brother Monkey, why are you back here again? Could it be that you are reluctant to part with your brothers?"

"Reluctance," the monkey said with a grin, "whom? You?"

"Hey monkey brother, talking like this is too hurtful," the idiot hummed and walked around me again, "Master, you don't care about this monkey."

"You idiot, come here!" the monkey yelled angrily, "I'll break your leg again with that tongue-twisting old grandson!"

Bajie jumped up, jumped up behind me and showed his head, shouting: "You monkey is full of jealousy and irritable, you don't look like a monk like me, you should let the master put the curse a hundred and eighty times, Let you have a long memory!"

I can't laugh or cry.

The monkey sneered a few times and rushed over with the golden cudgel, about to strike.

"Slow!" An iron rod was stretched across to block Wukong.

The owner of the iron rod raised his head and said: "Why do you monster monkey hit my junior brother!"

"Huh?" The monkey stopped and stared at the little monkey who appeared out of nowhere, then smiled and said, "Where did such a little guy come from?"

The six-eared macaque leaned on the iron board and said proudly: "My old grandson is Monkey King, the great sage equal to heaven who made troubles in the sky 500 years ago! Now he is protecting Tang Monk to learn scriptures from the west. Where did you come from, you monster monkey? How dare you deceive me?" Junior brother!"

The monkey wasn't annoyed at all, he just smiled and said, "Who told you to say that?"

"It's not the bodhisattva's nonsense," Bajie murmured, "This little guy has no airs, but he's not small. He claims to be a big brother all day long, and makes me and Lao Sha go around."

"Idiot! What are you talking about, be careful that the old grandson breaks your leg!" The little six-eared macaque stared aggressively at Bajie with the iron rod sticking to his side.

That appearance and posture are eight points similar to this monkey, but this appearance...

This little six-eared macaque is just as tall as Sun Wukong's waist, and his childishness can't be concealed by his shaggy face.

... Wukong probably looked like this when he was a child.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help shaking my head and laughing: "Guanyin is really lazy, she pretends so rough, I'm afraid people won't be able to see it."

Hearing this, Liu Er was very unconvinced: "What is pretending? I am the grandson appointed by the Bodhisattva! What right do you have to say about me, you bald donkey who gave up halfway?"

"Oh? Pusa imperial decision?" The monkey head was just smiling when he heard this, and suddenly he took on a fierce look with a golden cudgel, "I'd like to see how capable you are as a grandson!"

The six-eared macaque has never seen such a posture, it backed up a few steps, and suddenly got tripped by a stone under its feet and rolled away.

It got up in shock but refused to admit its cowardice, and insisted: "You monster monkey is so rude!" This is very old-fashioned, but it's a pity that the panic can't be concealed on his face.

Seeing its stern and introverted appearance, the monkey head smiled happily, and said arrogantly: "My son! Don't beg for mercy quickly, maybe grandpa grandpa can spare your life!"

I am also tired of watching this farce of cat and mouse, shook my head and sighed, and ignored the two of them, just asked Drifting: "Just now you can't tell, why?"

Drifting said: "This place is called Huoyan Mountain. Eight hundred miles away, there is no grass growing around it. Now we are in the middle of Huoyan Mountain."

Bajie held his blackened nose and said aggrievedly: "I could have passed, but just halfway through, there was a sudden fire, and the old pig was almost cooked."

Hearing this, the monkey left the six-eared macaque, jumped over in two or three steps, patted Bajie's stomach, and laughed so hard: "It's a pity that it's not ripe! It's a pity!"

Bajie scolded: "It's all set on fire by this plague-stricken monkey!"

The monkey laughed and scolded: "You idiot is talking nonsense! When did the old grandson do such a thing?"

Drifting monk said: "Master, when the elder brother was arrested by Laojun to make alchemy, he overturned the alchemy furnace. A few bricks fell here, and there was residual fire in those bricks, which turned into a flaming mountain when they fell here."

"Oh? There is such a thing." The monkey heard it with great interest.

Bajie bumped him away with his stomach outstretched and said angrily, "It's you, Bi Mawen, who did a good job!" After that, he tugged at my sleeve and whispered in his ear: "Master, master, let's ask the senior brother to find the iron fan princess ——Hey! Brother, let go! Let go!"

As soon as the monkey let go, Bajie shrank behind me with a cry: "Master! This damned Bi Mawen pulled my ear!"

"You idiot! You are so sneaky and have bad intentions!" The monkey rushed up, "Begging to be beaten!"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry and pulled the two of them away, and then looked at the Drifting Monk: "According to what you two said, this place is surrounded by fire?"

Drifting said: "There are fires all around."

The monkey head jumped up to me and said with a smile: "Master, why should we bother with all this, even if there are fires all around, it's not difficult for us to leave."

I knocked on his head: "This matter started because of you, it needs to be settled."

However, I sighed and said, "Although Princess Iron Fan has a plantain fan that can put out the fire, but her only son, Red Boy, was taken away by Guanyin, how can she borrow the fan?"

"It's because of her fan that the fire is so hot now," Bajie hummed, "The iron fan princess can't wait to boil us all together, let alone borrow the fan, even if she wants to borrow it, it must be a fake .”

"It's not difficult! It's not difficult!" the monkey said with a grin. "Since she wants a son, let's give her a son."

"This monkey is talking big things," Bajie snorted, "The red boy is now with the Bodhisattva, you can get it back if you want it?"

The monkey giggled, twisted his body and instantly shortened a lot, he changed into the appearance of that red boy, raised his fair face and smiled and said, "Is it like that?"

Bajie laughed and said, "It looks like it was printed out of a mold."

I was helpless: "You guys, there is no mother in the world who can't recognize her own child."

"Master, I'm worrying too much." The monkey head was very indifferent, "The red boy and Princess Iron Fan haven't seen each other for many years, and they also stayed by the Bodhisattva's side for a long time, so it's not surprising that there are some changes."

Bajie was kicked by the monkey to call the door, he reluctantly dawdled for a while, but finally went.

Before Ba Jie called out a few words, the Iron Fan Princess strode out of the cave door.

She sneered twice and shouted loudly: "Monk, I don't want to borrow this fan, if you continue to pester me—" In the middle of her speech, she suddenly saw the fake red boy, and the circles of her eyes suddenly turned red.

She stepped forward quickly and hugged the monkey tightly, and cried out in her mouth.

Bajie watched from the side with straight eyes.

The iron fan princess cried for a while, before she regained her strength, she hugged the red boy in her arms, and then stared at the four of us, master and apprentice, as if she couldn't shake her hatred.

"Mother," the monkey stretched out a small hand to rest on Princess Iron Fan's arm, "it's thanks to the Great Sage and the others that the child can worship the Bodhisattva."

Princess Iron Fan was both angry and distressed when she heard these words, she held the monkey tightly in her arms, glanced at the four of us, and said coldly: "The elders come in with me."

"The plantain fan requested by the elders is indeed my family heirloom, but it is not with me now."

"May I ask where the treasure is now?" the six-eared macaque looked at her curiously.

The iron fan princess took a sip of tea and said with a sneer, "In the hands of that jade-faced vixen, if you elders want to borrow the fan, you can go to her!"

"Didn't that jade-faced fox rob your husband, why did he even rob you of your treasure..." The voice of the six-eared macaque became lower and lower under Princess Iron Fan's murderous gaze. Finally, the little monkey swallowed and stopped. say.

Princess Iron Fan sneered and said: "That bitch seduced my worthless husband with money and stole my precious fan, and now he is enjoying himself in Moyun Cave of Jilei Mountain. If you want a fan, go to that bitch." go!"

Hearing this, I was full of doubts, how could someone steal Princess Iron Fan's fan so easily?

"That jade-faced vixen is so courageous!" Monkey jumped up, "I'll find her!"

"My son is back!" Princess Iron Fan hastily pulled the monkey back, "What are you going to do with that bastard, now, now I hope you come back, I am satisfied, your useless father—"

"Mother!" Someone outside the cave shouted loudly, "Mother! I'm back!"

Princess Iron Fan's complexion suddenly changed, she looked around in surprise, then took two steps back hastily, and suddenly drew out the Qingfeng sword and slashed at the red boy beside her.

"Mother," the monkey took two quick steps back, confused, "what are you doing?"

Princess Iron Fan's second sword barely stopped in the air.

"Mother!" The red boy walked into the cave barefoot and barearmed with a spear in his hand, "The child is back."

He was smiling when he saw the monkey, and said darkly: "Where did the monster come from, dare to use my appearance to deceive mother!" Before he finished speaking, the spear in his hand was out, accompanied by strong wind and fire, it was really unstoppable.

The monkey head jumped up two or three times, stood on the tip of the spear, and said with a smile: "My nephew followed the Bodhisattva to practice, why did you come back so early?"

"So it's you monkey."

The red boy suddenly felt bored, he put away the spear, sat down on the stool, took a big sip of tea and said, "Why should I be the king of the holy baby with a bald donkey?"

"This kid," Bajie said with a smile, "calls Bodhisattva a bald donkey."

"Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with you monkey," Honghaier said with a smirk. "Back then, the Bodhisattva was looking for someone to take care of your shortcomings. Who would have thought that just after you lied to the Buddha, you announced to the world that you were going to get married, and the Buddha was furious. They forced her to shave her head back."

"Amitabha," Honghaier said at this point, and also recited a Buddha's name, "Retribution, retribution."

Wukong also laughed so hard that when he had laughed enough, he straightened up and said, "Does the Bodhisattva know that you have sneaked off to the lower realm?"

"I know he doesn't care about it," Hong Haier laughed, "he's busy crying."

Princess Iron Fan touched the red boy's face, hugged him into her arms, and cried, "My son is suffering."

The red boy struggled uncomfortably, and protested with a long voice: "Mother!" He suddenly looked at Wukong with a cold face: "You monkey lied to my mother, what is your intention?"