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

Xuanzang also stretched out his arms to hug the blurred and dissipated figure of the other party. For the first time, the person who looked like a snow-capped mountain showed panic in his eyes: "Don't go, I will go to Wukong and the Nanhai Guanyin Bodhisattva to save you."

Ever since he had a soul in his body at the age of five, Xuanzang never thought of being separated from him.

The figure on his body became more and more shallow, even though Xuanzang tried to hug him with all his strength, he could only watch helplessly as the figure of the other party continued to blur until the afterimage.

When a human voice appeared in front of the boulder, Chen Wei completely disappeared, and Xuanzang, who was embracing him, jumped into the air and fell onto the rock.

"Ding Mo, are you sure you are in this place?"

Liu Ding Liujia was also swayed by the plantain fan until dawn.

But they were unlucky and rolled directly from the top of the cliff all the way to the bottom. Before Ding Mo fell down, he saw Master Xuanzang hanging on the treetop with his own eyes.

After the twelve golden armors assembled, they started running up the mountain on the spot.

In the valley, a monk dressed as a monk stuck to the mountain wall, slowly raised his hands, and his ten fingers were clearly fleshy and textured.

Chen Wei lowered his head, "Ahhh." He opened his mouth and bit one of his fingers.

Liu Ding Liujia heard the sound and looked into the valley, and saw the mage they had been looking for for a long time standing inside, holding his hand and gnawing.

Liu Ding Liujia: "..." Oops, there seems to be something wrong with the mage, maybe he broke his brain.

The person who gnawed his fingers, smelled the familiar faint sandalwood and the smell of touching the vines just now, his whole body lit up happily, he opened his mouth and put down his hands, smiling at the twelve acquaintances who were dumbfounded outside the valley Waving: "Hey, can you see me?"

The twelve heads nodded in unison: "There is something wrong with the mage's brain..."

"Can you still see other people around me? The ones who look exactly like me."

Chen Wei pointed to his surroundings again, and while speaking, he looked around himself to prevent Xuanzang from being squeezed out again after he returned to this body.

Twelve heads shook their heads in unison again: "I didn't see it." They are going to ask the Bodhisattva to save people now, is there still time?

"That's good, I didn't see it either."

After confirming that there are no extra souls here, Chen Wei walked out of the cave by himself, and glanced at the sky and Liu Ding Liujia: "Where are we now? Wukong and the others are okay?"

"This is Haoshan, four thousand miles away from where we were yesterday." Ding Mo, who was most familiar with Chen Wei, came out and explained the current situation to him.

"The Monkey King and your two apprentices were also swept away by the plantain fan. They each have mana, and they must have been looking for you near the Flame Mountain."

What Ding Mo said was right, Wukong was the closest to that fan, and was directly fanned by that fan to a spiritual mountain thousands of miles away.

That was the ashram of Bodhisattva Lingji. He had met Bodhisattva Lingji once when he was catching the yellow wind monster. Now that he came to the ashram of the other party, when he entered the monastery, the boy at the door knew him. Immediately went to Lingji Bodhisattva to report the outsider.

Bodhisattva Lingji heard that Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, came here, so he quickly asked someone to welcome him in, and asked him to sit down after he came in; Have you reached the scriptures?"

"Don't mention it, I haven't got the scriptures yet. My grandson just walked to the [-]-mile Flame Mountain. There lives an iron fan fairy in the mountain. He has a plantain fan in his hand that can fan me here one by one. The whereabouts of the junior brothers and masters are unknown."

Bodhisattva Lingji laughed when he heard this; "Do you know that the plantain fan is a spiritual treasure produced in Kunlun Mountains. That fan can make people float [-] miles away, and it is only [-] miles from there to my ashram. The opponent showed mercy."

"Then my old grandson has to thank her for saying that? Back then, her son acted recklessly in Haoshan. If my master hadn't interceded with the Bodhisattva, that red boy would have been beaten to death by my old grandson long ago."

"Don't worry, when I captured the yellow wind monster last time, I still have a wind-fixing pill from the Buddha. Take it and let her slap you, you won't be able to move." Lingji Bodhisattva took out his own wind-fixing pill , and handed it to his palm: "It's just that I have a request."

"Bodhisattva, you say, you say, as long as my grandson can do it."

After getting a baby, Wukong danced happily.

"Do you know why the eight hundred miles of flames started? 500 years ago, you made a big fuss in the sky and kicked over the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Lord. The flames of the alchemy furnace poured into the world, causing the eight hundred miles The flame of the Rakshasa girl is a monster cultivated by the human race. She is a disciple of Kunlun Mountain. The Huoyan Mountain used to be her cave. Before you destroy her cave, one cause and one effect. Return the magic weapon to the other party, and do not take it privately."

Sun Wukong blinked his golden eyes, he didn't expect that he had his own business here, he waved his hand and said: "It's enough for my grandson to have this stick, so I won't try to snatch her magic weapon, but if she dares to hurt my grandson Master, even if you are a Bodhisattva and you intercede for her, my old grandson will not keep her!"

After all, chanting the mantra caused somersaulting clouds, and he returned to Cuiyun Mountain in an instant.

He didn't bother the Rakshasa girl either. He first searched for the white dragon horse and luggage in the mountain path, and then found Wu Neng and Drifting Monk at the foot of the mountain.

"Where's Master?" Wukong looked at the empty space behind the two monsters, without Xuanzang.

"Ouch, senior brother, I found you. My old pig was fanned out by that woman, and I almost returned to Gao Lao Village. It was Drifting who pulled me in mid-air, otherwise my old pig Really went home."

Wu Neng shook his sleeves as a fan, fanning himself while not forgetting to continue to answer: "After we came back, we have been looking for Master here, and Junior Brother Sha have both hoarse voices and have not seen Master's whereabouts."

Drifting followed suit: "Second senior brother is right, we shouted from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then searched around from the foot of the mountain, but we still haven't found Master's whereabouts."

The three of them didn't know Xuanzang's whereabouts, they glanced at each other, and they were all a little anxious.

"The Liuding Liujia is still protecting Master, and he will definitely not let Master have trouble." Wu Neng looked at Wukong's face and said cautiously.

"You take the white dragon horse and your luggage to the old man's house who is staying at the foot of the mountain, and I will go out to find the whereabouts of the master." Wukong ordered.

Riding the somersault cloud, he started heading towards the southeast in the direction of Cuiyun Mountain. That's where he came from just now. Perhaps Master also fell somewhere in that direction.

Chen Wei, who was with Liuding Liujia, was directly invited by the Twelve Golden Armors to go up to the cloud, and the windproof fabric was covered over his eyes. He just heard the whistling wind in his ears when he sat down. Ding Mo had already supported his arm and said: "Okay, mage, we have brought you back to Cuiyun Mountain."

Chen Wei untied the cloth strips from his eyes, saw the familiar mountain road and the heat waves in the air, sharp-eyed saw Wukong flying over in mid-air, jumped up and waved his hands over there: "Wukong! Wukong! This way !"

Sun Wukong, who was calling the mountain god, heard someone calling him, pressed the cloud head and saw the mortal monk standing on the mountain path, hurriedly drove somersault cloud to him, and circled around him: "Master, is everything okay? That woman's fan is really powerful, one fan sent my old grandson fifty thousand miles away, and even slapped you away."

"I'm fine. Liuding Liujia brought me back. Have you found your two juniors?"

Chen Wei was worried that the two could not find their way and hadn't come back yet.

"I've found it, and it's waiting for us at the old man's house at the foot of the mountain."

"That's good. I'm a little dizzy. I'll go up the mountain tomorrow to find the Iron Fan Fairy."

Seeing his pale face, Wukong and Liu Ding Liujia escorted him back to the old man's house.

The old man at the foot of the mountain didn't expect them to come back after two days of farewell. He only wanted to be happy with the guests, so he directly called the servants to welcome them in.

It was still the same room as before, when the white cake seller passed by the door and saw them coming back, he took out six white cakes for them without waiting for a question, and waited for them to pay.

Chen Wei didn't eat a bite, and fell on the bed and passed out.

He didn't tell the truth to Liu Ding Liujia along the way, in fact, his whole body was in pain, since he returned to this body in the valley, his whole body seemed to have been burned by a raging fire, even Ding Mo's whole body was in pain. A strand of hair flew past him and landed on his face, causing his entire face to hurt as if it had been cut by a knife.

After he passed out, another person in his body woke up, Xuanzang jumped up the moment he opened his eyes, "Chen Wei!"

The dry and bright guest room was quiet, only his words just now gradually dissipated in the air.

Xuanzang glanced at the familiar room and the luggage on the table, walked over quickly and tore off the cloth, flipped through his diary, and flipped through to the latest page.

The content is old and he has seen it himself.

Thinking of the picture he saw before he lost consciousness, Xuanzang closed the diary and looked back at the familiar bedroom, and walked towards the door with the last hope.

Outside the door, Wukong just paid the money, and walked in through the outer door with the bowl and white cake.

I looked up and saw him standing at the door, and held up the bowl in my hand to show him: "Master, you should eat something before resting, and after you rest, we will go to the cave of the Iron Fan Immortal."

"Did he come back with you?"

An unclear sentence, but Wukong understood who he was in his words.

Wukong nodded, walked to him, and saw that his complexion was worse than when Chen Wei was there just now: "What happened to you? His complexion was very bad just now, so I brought him back to let him rest for a day."

"It's nothing." Knowing that Chen Wei was still there, Xuanzang concealed what happened before, and glanced at the bowl in his hand: "You guys take it and eat it, don't keep it for me."

"Wu Neng and Drifting have both, these are bought for you and Chen Wei."

Wukong passed him directly, and put the purple gold bowl and white cake on his table, "You have a good rest, we will go to Cuiyun Mountain together tomorrow."

"I'm not sleepy, talk to me about that monster that slapped you all away, even me." Xuanzang is not sleepy at all now, thinking of someone driving Chen Wei away from him, even making him When Chen Wei disappeared, Xuanzang wanted to completely eliminate this threat.

He insisted on listening, so Wukong had no choice but to tell him what happened before, and then took out the Dingfeng Pill that Lingji Bodhisattva gave him.

"Bodhisattva Lingji said that after taking this elixir, no wind can blow it away. When my grandson goes to the Cuiyun Cave tomorrow, she won't be able to do anything to my grandson."

"After waking up tomorrow, if it's me, I'll go to Cuiyun Cave too. If it's Chen Wei waking up, you can leave him here." Xuanzang thought that the demon turned out to be a mother and child from Haoshan's annoying holy baby king. The impression of a family of monsters is even more disgusting.

and……

Xuanzang looked at Wukong, and asked in a cold voice: "Have you found out clearly, the fan in the demon's hand is called the plantain fan?"

"I found out, even Nalingji Bodhisattva knows this fan."

Wukong didn't know that he was doing well, so he suddenly asked what he was doing.

After telling the other party, Xuanzang called Liujia who was hidden in the middle, "Please, please go to the purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea, and help the poor monk to ask Guanyin Bodhisattva to come out. The poor monk has something to ask the Bodhisattva."

Passing by this mountain, Cihang, who was about to go to Zhenyuan Great Immortal Ginseng and Fruit Banquet, was flying over the sky, and saw a Buddha's light soaring into the sky among the eight hundred miles of flames, and there were mortals guarded by twelve golden armors.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that it was Master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty who had already come here.

Cihang, who only took one look, was about to leave here and continue eastward, when he heard the monk below tell Liujia to go find himself in the purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea.

Cihang lay on the lotus platform, raised her hand and transformed her female Bodhisattva image into a male one, then landed and floated in front of the monk: "Xuanzang, don't you take your three disciples to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures? What is the purpose of asking Liujia to find me here?"

Liujia, who hadn't set off yet, looked at the Bodhisattva who was about to arrive, silently retracted the raised foot, and disappeared on the spot.

Xuanzang raised his head, looked at Cihang on the lotus platform that appeared in front of him, and looked at the visitor expressionlessly with the rosary in his wrist: "The Bodhisattva came just in time, and the poor monk is about to ask Liujia to invite you here. When the Bodhisattva lied to me about the four dharma treasures, saying they were the treasures of the Supreme Lord, under the kindness of the poor monk, you lied to me about the four dharma treasures with a useless mantra."

Cihang had already started to have a headache, he felt that he shouldn't have stopped just now out of curiosity, if he had known that he was here to settle an old score with him, he should have left just now without meeting him.

He stared at the ants on the ground, thinking how long he would be nagged by Jin Chanzi this time, and interrupted him directly: "The spell is real, it's just that you haven't found a way to get started yet."

Cihang was even more wronged when this matter was brought up.

This incantation is a blessing sent to all beings in the three realms. I thought he would not recite the incantation after being fooled once.

But in the past year and a half, the merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva saw with his own eyes that the merits of the other party were constantly deepening, and the merits of the light of Buddha that were donated were returning to Xuanzang at a speed of several times.

"The poor monk's words are not finished yet." Xuanzang said coldly: "Last time at Mount Hao, the monster in the Huoyun Cave caused harm to the world. The Bodhisattva kindly insisted on saving his life, and even accepted him as a disciple. Today, the poor monk met a monster on this Cuiyun mountain. The Bodhisattva might as well open his eyes and see what kind of weapon that monster is holding in his hand!

Cihang was startled by his angry state, subconsciously and obediently looked over to the eight hundred li volcano, and saw a human woman standing beside a green bull demon, with two swords tied around her waist, Take a fan and sit in the cave.

That fan looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

"The Bodhisattva must have seen it too. What the monster is holding is exactly the banana fan, which happened to be the one that the Bodhisattva cheated from the poor monk. Back then you said it belonged to the Supreme Lord. His belongings are in the The Alchemy Stove is in the hands of a boy, and tomorrow it will be in the hands of a demon woman who has already married, which makes the poor monk have to think, is it because the Bodhisattva is behind the scenes to test us again this time, so he will do this kind of thing."

"It's really not this time!" Cihang blurted out, receiving a glacier look that never melts for thousands of years.

"The poor monk is tired. When I came here, I found that my Eastern China is not worthy of your scriptures from the Western Paradise. The poor monk wants to go home."

Xuanzang kept a cold face, without even looking at the Bodhisattva on the lotus platform, he went straight to his room.

The door was behind him: "Bang!" It closed tightly.

"Bodhisattva, this monk is rude to you again." Mucha Xingzhe didn't want to say it, but the monk really went too far every time.

"I know, it's better for you to come and explain to the Bodhisattva, how did your mortal master get offended like this, and take it out on me?"

He made a thousand mistakes, but he accidentally took an extra look when he was passing by in the sky.

With just one glance, he will be taught a lesson by Jin Chanzi's mortal body.

After he returned to Lingshan, Cihang thought of the strong Buddha light on the other person, and that mouth that could speak, and worried about his future.

Wukong, who was asked the question, gnawed on the white cake and shook his head, "My old grandson was fanned fifty thousand miles away by the iron fan fairy, and only after I came back did I know that Master was also fanned out. Old grandson understands the psychology of master's fear, no matter how many things Bodhisattva, I'm afraid you are going to ask Liuding Liujia."

Liu Ding Liujia, who was hiding from the Bodhisattva, was called out, and explained to each other in turn that they woke up on Haoshan Mountain, and saw Xuanzang hanging on the crooked neck tree on the cliff in mid-air, and when they found it, they found each other He has already climbed up from the cliff, and is sitting in the valley waiting for them.

"It sounds like the golden cicada has encountered some fright at most, causing his mind to be unstable. This will not make him so angry. How can he expand his anger?" Muchaxingzhe listened to Liu Ding Liujia's explanation. , whispering.

"I'll go to Heaven, you stay and continue to protect him."

Cihang pinched his fingers and made calculations, and smiled to make Liu Ding Liujia invisible. He sat on the lotus platform and turned into a female body again, and went to Laojun after arriving at the Nantian Gate.

When he came out again after a while, he already had an extra porcelain bottle in his hand.

After returning to Cuiyun Mountain, Cihang appeared in Jin Chanzi's room, took out the porcelain bottle in his hand and put it on the table; "This is the Requiem Pill I brought from Taishang Laojun. After you eat it, your soul will be safe and you will not be frightened. I also asked Laojun for you. The fan is indeed his or not. The plantain fan is born with two fans, Yin and Yang. One is the sun fan, not the one taken from you."

Xuanzang looked at the porcelain vase, and looked at the other side indifferently: "So, this time, if the poor monk gets such a magic weapon again, no one will come to snatch it?"

Cihang nodded; "As long as you get that fan, I promise you that no one will snatch it from you again, so I am willing to continue westward."

"I don't want to." Xuanzang put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve, ready to give it to Chen Wei when he woke up.

Cihang: "...Jin Chanzi! Do you know that this is your tenth lifetime of cultivation, if you fail again this time, you will lose your soul and never enter Lingshan again."

Hearing this familiar name, the person on the chair frowned; "No wonder you care so much about an ordinary mortal, appearing in front of the poor monk from time to time, and those demons kept saying that I was a good person in ten lives, saying I am the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, and everyone wants to live forever after eating my meat, but is it true?"

This question made Ci Hang stand in the lotus platform and change his posture several times, but he couldn't figure out the answer.

He didn't answer, but to Xuanzang, it was the answer.

"Bodhisattva, this poor monk wants to ask you one last question. Let's settle the plantain fan matter, how about it?"

Cihang asked him to speak without hope: "You ask."

"If the poor monk eats his own flesh, can he live forever?"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who has lived until now, has encountered the most difficult question among Buddhas, and he also least wants to answer it.

Mucha Xingzhe stood by and looked at Jin Chanzi inexplicably and said, "Monk, why do you ask such a strange question?"

"Is it strange? The poor monk wants to eat a bite of his own flesh so that he can live forever, so that even if the poor monk survives for thousands of years, he will one day set foot on the Lingshan Mountain."

After experiencing today's incident, Xuanzang knew for the first time that that person would also leave him. If his meat was really so amazing, then let Chen Wei eat a few more bites.

The kind of scene where you can't grasp anything and can only watch the other party disappear, he absolutely!Don't go through it a second time!

Cihang looked at those eyes that seemed to be determined, and raised his forehead with a headache: "Don't think about it, you are just an ordinary mortal, if you can live forever by eating your flesh, you will be asked by countless people without coming here. If you really want to live forever, you can go to the Lingshan Mountain of the Western Heaven as soon as possible, and the scriptures you get will gain supreme merit, and maybe you will get what you want at that time."

"Western Heaven Spirit Mountain." Xuanzang recited these four words and firmly memorized them.

Looking up again, the Bodhisattva in front of him had disappeared. Xuanzang looked at the empty guest room, touched his sleeve with his hand, and after making sure that the porcelain vase was still inside, he didn't care about that person's departure at all.

Cihang, who suddenly ran away, was lying on the lotus platform, and went to Wuzhuang temple, thinking of the question asked by the golden cicada, he pinched his fingers with some curiosity and made a fortune: "Let me see, he ate Who spread the news that ginseng fruit prolongs lifespan."

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