[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

Wukong pulled the rein, helped him off the horse, and whispered to him, "Master, I have already done what you asked me to do."

Xuanzang walked towards the village chief who was standing still, silently raised his finger and pointed at the demon hanging on the nine-toothed rake.

"Wu Neng, put this monster down."

Wu Neng raised the rake and threw the monster hanging on it to the ground.

"Dead pig demon! If you have the ability, don't fall into my hands, or I will let you know how to write the word dead!"

Hong Haier's hands and feet hurt from the fall, he struggled and crawled forward on the ground, opened his bloody mouth to find the direction of the pig demon, and bit down a piece of his flesh.

"Snapped!"

Xuanzang had a few broken stones in his hand, and one of them was thrown on the demon. His eyes couldn't see it, and the bound demon ran towards Xuanzang's direction with the sound of the wind.

"Drifting, watch him, and call me if he moves."

After Xuanzang gave Drifting orders, he took the nine-ringed tin staff and walked to the distance. At a distance of three meters from the demon, he drew a circular line with the tin staff on the ground around the demon.

After finishing all this, he beckoned to the 66 little gods on the side, "Since you dare not do anything, then guard for me, and don't allow him to step out of this line, can it be done?"

The land and the mountain god each listened to the orders, and stood in order to surround them in a circle, always on guard against the monster escaping from it.

Xuanzang took out the brocade cassock from the luggage and put it on, and sat down cross-legged: "In the next three days, I will open an altar here to chant scriptures, often copy the Jigu Bang articles for the souls of the dead here, open convenient doors, and spread With compassion, I will help all beings in the sea of ​​suffering, and escape from the six destinies of affliction, and rely on this good cause, and take advantage of my Dharma, to escape from the mortal cage of hell, and all injustices will be eliminated.”

At the same time, countless resentful and resentful souls at the foot of Haoshan Mountain saw the auspicious aura and auspicious light in their homes where they lived for generations.

The panic-stricken villagers, listening to the Sanskrit in their ears, finally relaxed their bodies that did not dare to relax.

The eyes of the adults holding the children gradually became sober.

One, two, three, five, ten, hundred...

In Haoshan Village, all four families of 150 came out and gathered in the same direction at the same time.

Wukong sat on the top of the tree, listening to the monk chanting scriptures and praying for blessings, the villagers who kept gathering in his peripheral vision quickly filled up the entire open space.

Wukong, who was throwing the stone in his hand, aimed at the head of the monster who was still cursing.

"Boom."

A small stone rolled down from Red Boy's head.

"Who is it! Who dares to throw stones at your grandfather! Bald donkey, you think you can scare me away by chanting scriptures. My father is the bull devil king, and my mother is a Rakshasa girl. If you dare to treat me like this, my parents will definitely not Let go of you!"

"Boom!"

Another stone hit the demon who kept talking, Wukong let out a cry, and looked at the two stones in his palm.

He picked up a total of three stones from the ground, and after throwing out one just now, there were two remaining.

Then who threw the second one just now?

The tail of the monkey on the treetop hooked the branches, and the monkey looked down like fishing for the moon.

Facing the angry little face of a six-year-old child, who was still holding a handful of small stones, and was about to continue throwing the monster in the middle, a little monkey suddenly appeared in front of him.

The child who was holding the stone and was afraid to move tried to open his eyes wide, waiting for the monkey to look at each other.

"This hair is so ugly." Wukong reached out and grabbed a few hairs on the child's head, "You can't grow any hair on your head, and you can just become a monk, just like my master."

It also saves you the trouble of shaving your head every day.

The child turned in the direction his finger pointed, staring straight at the bare-headed adult with a pair of eyes, and then at the monk's robe on his body and the Buddhist beads in his hand.

The child who silently remembered all this grabbed the stone in his hand and continued to throw it at the monster in the center.

One, two, three.

Among the silent crowd, everyone saw those small stones falling on the monster one after another.

This red bellyband monster looks like a five-year-old child. It looks innocent and cute, but it is the nightmare of all humans in Haoshan.

Every time the demon tried to escape after being hit by a stone, he was pushed back by the land and the mountain god.

After Xuanzang finished reciting a volume of scriptures, he repeated the mantra over and over again hundreds of times, and when the demon was writhing in pain and crying for mercy, he recited the scriptures for the dead villagers.

On Mount Hao in the distance, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva sat on his lotus platform, staring at the picture of Buddha light all over the sky below the mountain, and smiled; Which is beautiful and which is evil? What is good and what is evil?"

In the middle of the night, when Chen Wei woke up, he first saw the sky full of stars, and then he saw wild flowers and weeds surrounding him.

The person who sat up looked curiously at the various flower and fruit bowls placed around him, and even a pig's head was placed under his feet.

How does this picture look like worshiping him?

The bewildered person looked into the distance, and saw the land in that mountain and the mountain gods sitting in the distance to form an encircling circle.

At the feet of the 66 people, like him, there were melons, fruits and flowers and other tributes.

Under a big tree in the distance, Wu Neng was gnawing on a piece of bread, Wu Kong sat on the top of the tree and ate the fruit, Drifting leaned against the tree, and several children used his long legs as obstacles, Climb up and down.

"Are we leaving Haoshan?" Chen Wei muttered, got up and faced the fire in front of him, took out his diary and rummaged through it.

I found the latest page, and I saw it written in front of the firelight.

"The thing that the monster hurt you, I have paid back ten times. I have also done the work of saving the dead souls of the villagers. You just need to be obedient and rest. Next time you encounter something dangerous, go to sleep and let me handle it."

Xuanzang knew that once this person went down the mountain, he would not be able to stop looking for things when he saw these villagers, so he immediately chose to save the souls of the dead for them after he went down the mountain, and did all the things the other party would consider, hoping that he would wake up. You can have a good rest after coming here.

The person who finished reading the diary squatted in front of the fire and rubbed his stomach that had no feeling: "I've done everything for me, are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

He said so, but picked up a charcoal pencil and wrote a reply to the other party at the back of the diary.

"Okay, okay, I won't do anything. I'll listen to you. If you don't believe me, if you ask Wukong tomorrow, I'm sure I didn't do anything."

After writing the reply, he put the diary back into the package, Chen Wei patted the charcoal marks on his heart, stood up and stretched, ready to ask Wu Neng for some food.

The monk who was doing the spinning motion with his hips on his hips turned around and saw hundreds of eyeballs behind him looking at him.

More than 100 heads raised their heads in unison, looking in the same direction, watching him silently.

The person twisting his body silently put down his hands on his hips, and raised his hands to greet them in a low voice.

"Good evening, Amitabha, have you had dinner yet?"

A young man came out from the crowd, holding a few ginger pancakes in his hands, and another brought a bowl of steaming vegetable soup.

Chen Wei looked at the pancakes and hot soup delivered to him, and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, thank you, I can't finish these, just this little bit is enough."

He picked up a piece of bread, tore off half of it, served the vegetable soup, and signaled them to take the rest back.

These people are all sallow and thin, with empty clothes, and it seems that their daily nutrition is not very good.

Chen Wei sat down and drank the bread and vegetable soup with more than 100 pairs of eyes. After his whole body became warm, before he could wash the dishes, two women came and took them away. .

"Don't... I can wash it myself..." After Chen Wei finished speaking, he saw the eyes of the two women began to shed tears, staring at him tearfully, holding the bowl in their hands, as if he had said too much .

"Suddenly I don't want to wash anymore, can you please?" Chen Wei changed his words and carefully switched his thoughts.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, the two people in front of him laughed through tears, and walked away happily holding the two bowls.

Chen Wei looked at the direction they were leaving from the corner of his eye, and found that they did not wash the dishes at all, but sent the two bowls to an old man.

What does it feel like when a group of people are behind you, silently wiping away tears and crying while holding the rice bowl you just finished eating?

Chen Wei just felt embarrassed and puzzled, and Xuanzang didn't write down what he did in the diary at all.

This caused the villagers to have such a big reaction. Chen Wei wanted to ask Wukong to ask, but he looked up.

Wukong, who was just hanging on the top of the tree, is being pulled by his tail by several children, and he is circling under the tree.

Seeing that the tail was stretched longer and longer by the three children, it was longer than the length of a normal monkey tail and was still being stretched.

For a moment, I felt that my phantom limbs were hurting behind me.

I can only give up my thoughts and go to another place surrounded by mountain gods and land.

I saw a familiar figure crouching in the middle.

The red boy who was still extremely arrogant during the day was lying on the ground, his hands, feet and eyes were tied and covered.

"This way is good!"

Looking at this scene, Chen Wei couldn't help but praise the person who came up with this solution.

Cihang passed by from the sky, saw the person shrouded in Buddha's light below, turned around and pressed down on the cloud, transformed into the merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, and walked up to him with the willow vase in his hand.

"Tang Seng, he has been tortured by you for a day, and you have also prayed for the villagers here for a day, you should continue to go to Xitian."

Chen Wei crossed his arms and stood lazily outside the encirclement of the red boy. After hearing this, he hugged his stomach decisively: "Oh, my stomach hurts. This monster is touching me in the Huoyun Cave. I am now My stomach hurts, my head hurts, I feel flustered and timid, and I can’t walk.”

Hearing this, Cihang took out a willow branch from the clean bottle, dipped it in nectar and poured it on him.

"Okay, does it still hurt now?"

Chen Wei wanted to be in pain, but after the drop of nectar fell on him, his whole body seemed to become lighter, let alone uncomfortable. Now he can run 3000 meters on his side.

He could only let go of his hands covering his belly, walked up to Bodhisattva with a standard polite smile, and folded his hands together: "Bodhisattva, if you want to accept him as a disciple, you are going to take him directly back to the South China Sea, right?"

"So what?"

"He has eaten human beings here for 300 years. You see, he has no regrets so far. He is lying here because he is controlled by a mana stronger than him. Can you think of an idea to let him start from here and teach him step by step? Obeisance, obeisance to your Luojia Mountain, you can accept him as a disciple, otherwise the mortals here will not be able to sleep day and night."

Cihang looked at the mortals who were looking at Ai Ai in the distance, and said with a smile: "How do you know they won't be able to sleep? Could it be that you've only been with them for a day, and you even know what they're thinking?"

Chen Wei stood side by side with him, looking at the villagers who have lived here for generations in the distance: "The six hundred miles of Haoshan Mountain is the territory of the Holy Infant King. Before they met the demons, they were ordinary mortals who spent their lives. , Maybe they once believed in the Bodhisattva and believed in the Buddha.

But in the past 300 years, none of the Buddhas in the sky has heard their prayers for help, and not a single bodhisattva has heard their prayers for help. Now they are going to be far away from the coercion of demons. Bodhisattva, you happen to be here. The poor monk traveled all the way west to get your Mahayana According to the scriptures of Buddhism, the Bodhisattva went to Chang'an City to lure me to go west, so why didn't he want me to make all those who conquered China become your disciples?As long as the bodhisattva punishes this monster once, they will sincerely yearn for you Buddha and worship you day and night. "

Cihang took a deep look at the young monk beside him, his eyes swept over his increasingly intense Buddha light, and said with a smile: "Do you still want me to baptize them with the nectar from willow branches?"

"That's so embarrassing, but the poor monk knows that the merciful and compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva must not bear to see all beings suffer!" Chen Wei smiled brightly, and he didn't see that he was forcing others.

Cihang pulled out a willow branch, and said in a deep voice, "We'll be on the road tomorrow."

Chen Wei raised his hand, wanting to give him a high-five, but halfway through it, he remembered something and put it down again, standing still. "It's a deal!"

"What's the meaning of your posture just now?" Cihang caught his little movement just now.

Someone touched his nose and made excuses with a guilty look in his eyes, "It's nothing, you read it wrong."

"Xuanzang, do you think I'm getting it wrong? If you don't make it clear, you don't need to give out the nectar today. You're right, there are only a hundred families, so it's okay if you don't want it."

Chen Wei has lived for more than [-] years, and has seen stingy people, but he has never seen such a stingy Bodhisattva, and this guy cheated him of four magic weapons last time, and now he is threatening him again.

I can only explain reluctantly; "The poor monk just remembered a story in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. After a god was commented by human beings, even the human family and country were destroyed. If the poor monk high-fives the Bodhisattva If so, what if this mountain is turned into ashes in an instant? Amitabha, the poor monk is afraid of death and dare not."

"Comparing me with the Nuwa of the witch tribe, what else are you afraid to do." Cihang gritted his teeth and raised his palm, "I want to see if the sky fell or the mountain fell after you high-fived me .”

"Bodhisattva, the twisted melon is not sweet, without a fairy, it will force humans to fight ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chen Wei's right hand was dragged and forced to touch the Bodhisattva's palm.

A strange temperature passed from the palm, and Chen Wei suddenly heard a lot of voices.

"Huh? What are these sounds?"

Cihang let go of his palm, and calmly looked at the mortals in the distance: "In the Three Realms, all the voices of prayers are here."

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