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

On the back hill of Wuzhuang temple, there is a snake shaped like a snake, gleaming all over its body, and a long snake with long fish gills is lying on the high mountain, looking at the two boys in Wuzhuang temple below and starting to pick ginseng fruit again.

The fruits with complete five senses, like living people, were knocked down one by one and sent to today's banquet on a tray. The long snake watched the fruits disappear from the vertical pupils one by one on the tree, and stretched out its long tongue longingly: " Damn it, it's all because that mortal monk ate two ginseng fruits in one gulp, otherwise Daxian Zhenyuan would have given me only one of so many fruits."

He has practiced here for 300 years, and he has stood here to guard the ginseng fruit tree spontaneously. For more than 1000 years, even if an ant enters the ginseng fruit tree, he will be carefully guarded by him, and he is not allowed to hurt a leaf.

In this way, for 300 years, he saw this fruit tree ripen with his own eyes, and he was waiting for Zhenyuan Daxian to give it a fruit, even half of it, for his hard work.

The results of it?Suddenly a mortal monk came and ate two with his mouth open. Since then, the immortal has never thought of him again, and the fruit tree seems to have been forgotten.

Thinking of his own fruit being eaten by others, the long snake immediately went down the mountain and told the demons passing by that there was a monk from the Tang Dynasty who could live forever if he ate his flesh.

"So that's the case. I wonder who would tell the story. It turned out to be a long snake." Cihang told Muchaxingzhe, "The long snake has spontaneously guarded the ginseng fruit tree for 300 years. The credit should be to get a ginseng fruit, and after learning that Jin Chanzi ate the fruit, she became jealous and spread rumors to all kinds of monsters, which made Jin Chanzi's westward journey so slow."

Cihang lay on the lotus platform, picked up the willow branch in the clean bottle with his right hand, and a drop of nectar fell on the head of the long snake: "Dare to stop the golden cicada from going west, because of your meritorious service in protecting the ginseng fruit for many years, this time I will deprive you of it." You have cultivated for thousands of years, and you can only re-cultivate if you are dedicated to the future."

The long snake, which had been entangled in the treetops for 300 years, wailed and its golden glowing body kept changing until it finally turned into a small yellow snake only one meter long. It hurriedly hid in the forest and never dared to appear again.

In the Huoyan Mountain, Chen Wei woke up and found that it was midnight again. The person whose whole body and soul were in pain was lying and didn't want to move. When he was really hungry and uncomfortable, he carefully tried to sit up on his side.

A note with words written on it next to the pillow caught his attention. Chen Wei removed the porcelain vase on the note and looked at the content written on the note.

"In the porcelain bottle is the Requiem Pill given by the Supreme Lord, remember to take it."

"Requiem Pill?" Chen Wei glanced at the small white porcelain bottle, opened the lid and smelled the fragrance of the elixir, and the pain in his whole body seemed to have eased a bit, so he quickly lowered the mouth of the bottle, He poured out a brown ball that looked like Mai Lisu and threw it into his mouth.

The elixir melted at the entrance, and Chen Wei's pain of being torn apart gradually disappeared, and his curled up body stretched out.

The person was lying on his side, only waiting for the pain to be completely gone, then stretched out his arms and stretched tentatively, and after confirming that there was no pain at all, he breathed out a long breath: "Bodhisattva bless, this is the first time this poor monk feels How important is a healthy body!"

After stretching, the person turned over easily and landed on the ground. Wukong, who was sitting on the steps outside the door, heard the sound of the door opening behind him, and opened one eye to look at the person coming.

"Good evening, Wukong, why did you sit here and sleep?" Chen Wei took the white cake he found on the table, sat next to Wukong and asked while eating.

"My old grandson is watching the moon here." Wukong pointed to the position above.

Chen Wei raised his head and looked up to the sky. There were dark clouds and no moon in thousands of miles.

He couldn't figure out what the apprentice was thinking, so he could only gnaw on the soft and sweet white cake and ask about tomorrow's plan.

"Tomorrow I will rest too. Wu Neng and Sha Monk were blown thousands of miles away by the fan, and my old grandson was blown directly to the Lingji Bodhisattva Dojo [-] miles away. My whole body feels uncomfortable and I plan to rest for another day. How does Master feel?" Wukong asked. Seeing that his complexion is better than during the day, he still remembers the agreement between himself and Xuanzang.

"Then rest for one more day!" The Great Sage said he wanted to rest. As a good master, Chen Wei agreed to the other party's request without thinking.

The master and apprentice talked for a while on the steps, and Chen Wei yawned and went back to his room to sleep after eating and drinking.

After he left, Wukong sat on the steps and continued to guard the people.

Early the next morning, Xuanzang woke up and saw that the note next to the pillow had been tampered with, and the pills in the porcelain bottle had been eaten up. He finally let go of his hunger all night, and took his nine rings after washing. Tin rod goes out.

"Give me the Dingfeng Pill."

Xuanzang signaled Wukong to give him the Wind-fixing Pill that Lingji Bodhisattva gave him, and Drifting stayed in the house to watch over the white dragon horse and luggage. Wu-neng and Wukong went with him to the Cuiyun Cave again.

When the three masters and apprentices arrived at Cuiyun Cave, Wukong stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Open the door! Open the door! My old grandson came here to borrow a fan!"

Inside the cave, the Rakshasa girl was startled when she heard the familiar call, she sat up and said to the boy, "That Poor Monkey is really capable, my fan can send him eighty-four thousand miles away. Go outside, why did he come back so soon! This time I must slap him a few more times, so that he will never come back!"

After finishing speaking, he got ready to go, and rushed out with swords in both hands: "Monkey King! You are looking for death again!"

Outside the door, a monk in brocade cassock stood expressionlessly at the door of the cave with a nine-ringed tin rod in his hand. After catching a glimpse of her coming out, he looked at her coldly: "Yesterday, you used a fan to blow the poor monk thousands of miles away? Take out your fan."

The Rakshasa woman saw that he was a mortal, but he was surrounded by thousands of meritorious virtues, so she took a step back in fear, and pressed the plantain fan on her waist: "The monk is so unreasonable. My old lady still thinks that yesterday's fan didn't fan you farther!"

"Wukong, let her know what is really meaningless."

Standing behind Xuanzang, Wukong listened to the order and swung out his golden cudgel to split his hands. The Rakshasa girl blocked it with her two swords in desperation. After only five or six rounds of fighting, she was weak and unable to stop her strong opponent. Seeing that the situation was not good Immediately took out the plantain fan, aimed at the monk Pohou in front of him and slammed it out.

There was a strong wind, and one hand passed through the layers of wind clusters, holding the other end of the fan. Xuanzang, who had taken the Fengfeng Pill, took the fan without changing his expression, and waved it at the Rakshasa girl. .

The plantain fan was swung out of his hand, thousands of gusts of wind rolled towards the Rakshasa girl, blowing people away, facing Xuanzang's Cuiyun cave, the stone gate collapsed and the vines broke.

Xuanzang took the fan and fanned it in that direction one, two, and three with a blank face, until his wrist was sore, and the cave in front of him and half of the top of Cuiyun Mountain were cut off in half, and then he stopped.

Xuanzang took the plantain fan that the Rakshasa girl had used for many years, turned it around and closed it, and the mortal monk who had done all this turned to Wukong and said, "Go and call the local mountain god out for questioning." .”

Wukong obeyed, and soon the mountain god of Cuiyun Mountain appeared in front of the three of them, trembling: "Great Sage, I don't know what is the purpose of summoning the little god."

Just now, the plantain fan was aimed at the top of his mountain and slashed sharply. Looking at the mountain god of Cuiyun Mountain, he felt a chill on his neck.

"Amitabha, the poor monk learned that the mortals at the bottom of the mountain asked for a fan for five years in exchange for five grains. Today we want to cut off the root of fire, what should we do?" The fan was in his hands, and Xuanzang was not allowed to return it to anyone. People, the old man and ordinary people in the house at the foot of the mountain, still need this fan to germinate the grains, and he needs a way to prevent future troubles forever.

"As long as the mage fanned 49 fans in succession against the mountain, and let the heavy rain gurgle on the mountain, he can never do it again."

The mountain god of Cuiyun Mountain looked at the mortal monk cautiously and said: "Master does not know that the husband of this Rakshasa woman is the Bull Demon King. The name is Princess Yumian. The princess has millions of possessions and looks beautiful. The bull king abandoned the Rakshasa queen and now lives on Jilei Mountain. If you put out this fire, he is just out of face. , will also vent this bad breath for the Rakshasa girl."

"Heh, the cheating man is just pretending to be hypocritical, Wukong, you take the fan and go to the Flame Mountain to fan the fire until it goes out."

Xuanzang gave the fan to Wukong to fan the fire. On the way down the mountain after bidding farewell to the mountain god, he heard thunder from the sky, and soon the heavy rain came as expected.

When we returned to the house where we were staying, the old man stood on the porch with his children, looking at the rainwater falling from the sky in amazement.

"I haven't enshrined the Iron Fan Immortal recently, and it's not the time for farming. Why is there such a heavy rain?"

Xuanzang walked past him with wet shoes and heard it, his tone was flat: "Probably because the Iron Fan Immortal accepts your tributes all the year round, and after realizing that he was ashamed, he sent nectar from heaven so that you don't have to prepare any more. Pigs and four sheep can also produce a good harvest, so that the old man can enjoy his old age in peace."

The old man was surprised and surprised: "Is there such a good thing?"

Xuanzang coiled the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked at the falling rain with a blank expression: "Of course there are."

Standing in the sky above the Flame Mountain, Wukong slapped the fan 49 times [-] times. After watching the green shoots grow on the dark earth, he happily went home with the plantain fan on his shoulders.

On Jilei Mountain, the Bull Demon King, who was hugging his lovely wife, suddenly saw the strong wind outside, and the autumn moon and frost drifting into the cave, his face changed drastically, and he left the jade-faced princess and rushed out of the cave.

In the distance, over the flame mountain that has been burning for 500 years, there is heavy rain. It rains where there is fire, and the sky is clear where there is no fire.

"Oops, that mother-in-law's fan might have been taken away by that monkey! She was only one day late, why can't she even hold a fan!" The Bull Demon King stomped back to the cave, picked up his cloaked weapon, and Said to Princess Yumian: "The woman lost the plantain fan. The old cow will go back and get the weapon this time. From now on, I will never ignore her. You wait for me at home."

"Go early and come back early, I'll be waiting for you at home." A pure white white fox was lying on the stool, beckoning him to come back early.

At the foot of Cuiyun Mountain, Xuanzang opened the door of his room and was about to pack his luggage. A black spider was lying on his desk, and when he saw him coming back, he pushed out something the size of a black sesame seed in his arms excitedly: "Master, hurry up!" Look, Hua Peanut is born! You can name our child."

In the spider's lair, the red spider was holding the rosary, and poked its head out of the nest in anticipation, waiting for the mage to name their child.

Xuanzang walked to the desk, bent over and looked at the little spider whose head and tail could not be distinguished, "What kind of name do you think of?"

"The kind that sounds nice." The black spider heard the monk talking to some apprentices, and it thought the names of those apprentices sounded pretty.

"Call it Dahei. There is a temple spirit in my hometown who is also a spider. That spider is called Xiaohei. It is darker than that spider. Let's call it Dahei."

The black spider holding the cub raised the corner of its mouth and lowered its shoulders, "My name is Dahei."

"Then it's called Huahei?"

In the spider's lair, Huahua, who was looking forward to sticking out her head, has silently retracted her head.

Holding his flat stomach, he doubted that the names of the monk's three apprentices were not named by him.

Otherwise, how could the level drop so much!

"Hello Huahei! Hehe, thank you mage for naming, you will have a name in the future!" The spider named Dahei rushed home with the little spider in his arms, and yelled at Huahua in the old nest from a long distance away. Said: "Huahua! Huahua! The mage's name is ready! It sounds nice, and we gave our child a very good name, Huahei!"

In the lair, Hua Hua hugged the rosary beads under her body silently, and muttered softly; "Hua Hei, let's Hua Hei, this name can tell at a glance that it is our cub."

Xuanzang wrote the matter of naming the little spider in his diary, and his words were full of pride.

"There are two spiders living in this room. They have only known each other for three days, and they invited me to name their newborn baby spiders."

After noon, Chen Wei woke up in bed. The person who got up saw the diary spread out on the table, walked over there and saw what was written on it.

"Huahei? The name is so perfunctory, and I don't know which silly spider fell for you." Chen Wei looked at the new name written on the notebook, closed the notebook, put his hands behind his back and began to search for it in the house. stand up.

Soon he found the little spider of the family of three under a beam.

The mortal monk standing under the spider's lair looked out with a smile and looked at his spider curiously.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

"It's okay, I just stopped by to see you." Chen Wei tiptoed, looked into the spider's lair, and saw a familiar rosary, two spiders, one big and one small, were leaning on each other.

Then he untied the rosary around his neck, took another rosary and handed it to the little black spider at the door: "This rosary is for you, it was the newborn gift I gave to the child at that time, to welcome it into this world. "

"But the mage has already given us one." Dahei hugged the eight paws in distress, thinking that their nest would be a bit crowded with another bead, and they couldn't sleep a family of three.

"That was from him, this one was from me, it's different." As soon as Chen Wei stuffed the rosary into their lair, he heard the old man's exclamation from outside the door, and there was a flash of fire Soar into the sky.

He ran out quickly and opened the door.

In the flames of the sky, there was a figure eight feet tall, with bright red eyebrows, eyes like mirrors, mouth like a basin of blood, copper teeth and steel teeth, two curved horns on the head, and the roar was loud and shrouded the sky. The whole estate.

"Monkey King! Come out!"

The author has something to say: Wukong: I said that the mountain was leveled by my mortal master, believe it or not.

牛魔王：不信！感谢在2021-02-2023:51:01~2021-02-2121:18:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Yimenmen;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: An Huang 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I don’t want to go to work, but I want to make 10 bottles of An Huang with my boss; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!