[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

The jade-faced fox let out a tragic cry, she stepped forward and pulled Hong Haier away, staring at the mess in the room, without moving.

What a terrible situation... I rubbed my forehead and sighed and was about to explain, but I saw her terrified face pulling Princess Iron Fan back again and again.

...that expression is like seeing a ghost.

I was about to say something, when suddenly the whole cave began to shake violently, and the stones on the ground rattled.

"Master, run!" the monkey shouted.

I suddenly came back to my senses and ran out of the cave, and the rocks behind me fell down with a clatter. We just ran out of the cave when the cave collapsed.

It is not completely collapsed, it should be half collapsed and half disappeared, and the rubble all over the ground is being swallowed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is the truth you want to show me?" Princess Iron Fan obviously couldn't bear the current situation.

The jade-faced fox squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Sister, this, this is definitely an accident."

The suction was getting stronger and we had to start walking down the hill, but soon enough, we found that the entire summit was slowly disappearing.

"What the hell is that?" I let out a foul breath, feeling like I had a toothache.

The jade-faced fox stared dumbfounded at the top of the mountain and murmured, "I don't know either."

"You don't know? You suppress things you don't know at home?" It's still such a vicious thing... The trend of monsters is really more and more incomprehensible.

"A hundred years ago, my father deduced that there was a spiritual vein here, so he built a cave on this mountain," the jade-faced fox seemed to recall, "and then when he was practicing, he always felt that there was a place in this mountain that echoed with the spiritual energy, so he was curious. Then people will dig in the direction according to the spiritual energy."

"..." When I heard this, I just felt that the thousand-year-old fox king was really brave. He dared to dig down without knowing why, and he wasn't afraid of a dragon coming out.

"Unexpectedly, after digging down for dozens of feet, I still can't find that thing, but the feeling is getting stronger and stronger, it seems to be a living thing, and there is a hint of breaking out of the ground."

"My father Fang felt that something was wrong, so he gathered hundreds of evil spirits and sealed it here to isolate the things there from the outside world, and sealed the white ghosts inside with the water moon stone and the ancient formation."

"My father originally wanted to find another cave, but this place is indeed an excellent paradise. With our strength, it is difficult to find a better one, so we still settled here."

"Five years ago, this formation showed faint signs of disintegration. I was afraid in my heart, but I was afraid that my sister would be worried, so I didn't tell. I only asked King Dali to help me guard this place. Who knew that it made my sister angry." Jade-faced fox Speaking of this, I shed tears.

Princess Iron Fan sighed softly, patted the jade-faced fox on the back and said, "I blamed you."

Half of the mountain had been swallowed up during the conversation, but fortunately, the expansion of the black hole had stopped at this time, and the surroundings gradually returned to calm.

The few of us waited and watched for a quarter of an hour at the foot of the mountain, and decided to go up and have a look.

There was a wind blowing from below, carrying a bloody smell that was hard to ignore.The whole mountain turned into a strangely shaped soup bowl, the bowl was pitch black, black mist billowed, and there was the faint howling of wild beasts.

This is really a big disaster...

This underground is clearly connected to the ghost realm, once the two worlds of humans and ghosts figure it out, the consequences will be disastrous.

I don't know when Guanyin appeared to my left. He stepped on the lotus platform with bare head, feet and held a jade bottle in his hand, staring at the layers of black mist there with a serious face: "Jinghong, your ability to cause trouble is really hard to come by."

"This world is destined to have such a catastrophe, how can it be said that I caused the trouble?"

He didn't argue with me, but worried: "How can I mend this big hole?"

repair?Where can I find so many colorful stones?

I calmly said: "If you can't repair it, you can only cut it off, separate this place from the four major continents and throw it into the Nether Sea."

Guanyin continued to worry: "Who in the Three Realms can take on this important task?"

I clasped my hands together and said, "I am Buddha Tathagata."

The two of us were arguing, when suddenly black smoke rose into the sky from the cave, and the cold air spread out, and the ground was covered with frost on the Jilei Mountain, and ghosts wept everywhere.

A black lotus rose from the cave, and the lotus slowly stretched its petals in the mist, and then turned into a bolt of lightning and went straight to Lingshan.

Guanyin's complexion changed drastically, and he took out a willow branch from the bottle and threw it into the cave.The willow branch struggled a few times in the hole and tried its best to stretch out. The green leaves covered the entire hole, barely blocking the death air gushing out of the hole.

"Let's go to Lingshan first!"

Just halfway there, I suddenly saw a golden light in the sky, which was so dazzling that it made the world pale.

In the Daxiong Hall on Lingshan Mountain, the Buddha sat on a nine-grade lotus platform, bathed in fire, his expression changed from peaceful to ferocious, and the Buddha, Arhat and Bodhisattva under his seat looked at each other, discussing a lot, not knowing what happened.

Tathagata's face returned to calm, he looked around the seat, and slowly revealed a peaceful smile: "My lords, don't panic, this is a definite number." Before he finished speaking, Tathagata turned into a young man.

"The day the Buddha became a Buddha, he separated me from the primordial spirit and threw me into the abyss of the ghost world, and I was destined to die like this."

An arhat came out and scolded: "Monster, how dare you sit on this lotus platform!"

The person on the seat looked at him and said with a low smile: "The six sense organs are not clean."

The arhat said angrily: "It's not your turn to talk nonsense like a monster."

"Whether it's a Buddha or an immortal, greed, anger, ignorance, love and hatred are all the same, but it's really unappetizing to put on a skin of desire and desire." The man laughed and left, never to be seen again. .

The Buddha died, and the Buddhas seized power. The two worlds of God and Buddha have declined since then, and the human world has flourished since then.

It took me more than ten years to re-seal the passage to the ghost world, and I packed up my things and returned to Chang'an with Wukong.

After the Buddhist scriptures were handed over to the king of Tang, I returned to the monastery and continued to be a disciple of the master, accompanying him to the ancient blue lamp Buddha.

He is getting old and his words are gradually becoming blurred, so he asked me to read the scriptures to him.Often he fell asleep before I finished reading it, and when he woke up he complained to me: "Xuanzang, why didn't you read it?"

I said, "I've finished reading."

"Nonsense! Are you bullying me for getting old?" He was more serious, "I'm awake! You just read half of it."

"Yes, yes, yes," I had no choice but to open the scriptures and continue to read, "This scripture can greatly benefit all sentient beings and fill their wishes. It is like a cool pool that can satisfy all thirsty people. It is like getting fire from cold, like a naked person." Obtaining clothes is like finding a master in a merchant, like finding a mother in a son, finding a boat like crossing a boat, getting healed like a sickness, and finding a lamp in darkness..."

"Master, it's time to eat." I called him twice but he didn't respond, so I thought about helping him to sleep.

"Uncle, why don't you leave?" A young monk came to call me.

"Master is asleep," I beckoned him over, "come and help me up him."

The little monk came over and suddenly changed his face. He pressed the master's wrist, and then probed the tip of the master's nose: "Uncle, the ancestor... passed away."

I was taken aback for a moment, and at a certain moment I felt that my brain was not enough: "Passed away?"

"Master...has gone." The little monk said dryly.