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

"Mortal people are really troublesome. I do a thousand good things for them, and they erase my credit for those one thousand children."

The white deer hugged his antlers angrily, crying very loudly.

"Great wisdom is idle, and the heart is pure, so it shines alone. If you have a firm and sincere perception, you must know your heart. Your nature is not bad, and poor monks will not kill you. It's just that you can't stay in this bhikkhu country. If you have nowhere to go How about the poor monk pointing you in a direction?"

"Where are you going? Is it a poor country again??" Bailu has lived a lot of hard times in the past few years.

The whole country of Bhikkhu is full of poor people. Fortunately, he is a vegetarian monster. When he is hungry, he eats some weeds to fill his stomach. Otherwise, he would not be patient in such a place to help others.

"Not poor, that country is controlled by three demons, they will teach you the truths you don't understand, and you will really understand what it means to help others."

"Which country? What's its name? Do those monsters eat meat or grass? You won't send me into a wolf's den, will you?"

When Bailu heard that he was going to send him away, "swish." He got up from the ground and ran up to him, his eyes sparkling to inquire about the news.

"There are no wolves, but there is a tiger demon in that Taoist temple. Next time you dare to say this kind of medicine that uses thousands of hearts and livers to cure diseases, the poor monk will let that tiger demon eat you first."

Prime Minister Bailu was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I also stole this prescription from Master, and I haven't used it even once."

He just wanted to stabilize the lord so that he could continue to be a prime minister, dispensing medicine according to the prescription, and he could configure it as it was written in it.

"It won't be the best, I will give you one day to deal with the affairs in this bhikkhu country."

Xuanzang called the big disciple who was guarding the gate: "Wukong, where are the one thousand one hundred and one children?"

Xuanzang himself didn't believe the words about being blown away by the wind. Perhaps it was Chen Wei who asked Wu Neng and Sand Monk to protect the children when he was awake.

Sure enough, Wukong quickly told the whereabouts of the one thousand one hundred and one children.

"Let them send the goose cage back to Prime Minister Lu to deal with the follow-up matters. You hide in the dark and watch his every move. If he dares to escape or do any evil things again, he will be beaten to death with a stick. "

When the white deer curled up next to him heard this, his limbs trembled, he looked at the imposing monk from the corner of his eye, and muttered softly.

"As for the Western Buddhists, as far as you are talking about killing me, even a monster like me is kinder than you, and I don't know which fool you have deceived with your ten lifetimes of merit."

"What did you say?"

The ruthless mortal monk turned his head, frowned and looked at the deer demon who was whispering just now.

The deer demon quickly shook his head like a rattle: "I didn't say anything! You heard it wrong!"

Xuanzang looked away, no longer looking at the guilty monster, and waved his hand to signal Wukong to take him out.

After the people left, the room suddenly became quiet.

Yi Cheng, who was always regarded as a transparent person in the corner, bowed his head and thought for a while after everyone left, and walked out quietly.

Xuanzang, who was sitting in the room drinking tea soon, saw that Yi Cheng had returned.

Not only did he enter the guest house by himself, but he was followed by many postmen on duty, each holding a snowball the size of a head in their arms.

One after another, they hugged the big snowball and placed it neatly in the corridor.

After putting away the snowballs, the leading Yicheng trotted to Xuanzang and explained: "I saw that the elders seemed to like making snowmen very much in the morning. The snow was clean white snow on the roof of the station, without any dirt. , if the elder thinks it’s not enough, we can get some more for you.”

As soon as the words fell, a postman followed into the courtyard with a huge iron pot in his hand.

The man went directly into their room with an iron pot, and after putting the pot down, someone brought various vegetables and fruits to make plates, put them down and left.

Shuitai pointed to the ingredients placed on the table: "It's cold in winter, and the prime minister taught us to grow vegetables in the house. It's only the first year of trying to grow vegetables. There are not many vegetables grown. Elder, you said this tofu is delicious. , we brought some more for you, you have nothing to repay for what you have done for our bhikkhu country, you can only use these to express your heart."

After Shuitai Yicheng finished speaking, he politely led the people back out, leaving the place to Xuanzang alone.

Xuanzang looked at the food placed beside the iron pot, got up uninterestedly and walked to the yard.

His eyes jumped over the snowballs piled up by the postmen one by one, and finally saw a snowman's head that had been deliberately pinched in the shaded position at the farthest corner of the courtyard.

Walking up to the snowman, looking at the crooked facial features pressed out with fingers, the monk under the tree raised the corners of his mouth, picked up the snowman with both hands and returned to the corridor.

When Chen Wei woke up from the hot earth dragon, he only felt the surroundings were quiet, and the world became extraordinarily quiet for a while.

The person who got up from the ground rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around.

Quietly.

"Wukong?" Wukong was not there, so he didn't respond.

"Ding Mo?" Liu Ding Liujia was also absent and did not respond.

No one could find anyone, so he had to poke his head and look at the sky outside the door. The sky was quite bright, but he didn't know where the disciples around him had gone.

When Chen Wei retracted his head, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the corner from the corner of his eye, and he was shocked and retracted directly.

"Snapped!"

A diary fell from him and was trampled underfoot by the retreating man.

Chen Wei closed the door of the room first, then bent down to pick up the diary on the ground, and opened to the latest page.

There was only one sentence left by Xuanzang for him.

"I sent you a gift, it's in the yard."

"Gift?"

Holding the diary in his hands, Chen Wei thought about the figure he saw from the corner of his eye just now. His apprentices were not around, so he did not run out recklessly.

Instead, he went to poke a small hole in the paper-covered window first, and then vigilantly looked at the world outside the door. After making sure that there were no ghosts and ghosts standing outside the door, he walked over and pushed the door open again.

At first glance, I looked in the direction I accidentally saw just now.

A snow-white figure stood there, looking up in his direction.

Chen Wei looked at the snowman who was taller than himself, put on his wooden shoes and walked to the shady place with a "da da".

When I got to the snowman, I looked at the vaguely familiar snowman's head, and found that the snowman's head I put there had disappeared on the stone next to me.

"What, add a body to the snowman I pinched, this is a gift for me."

Standing in front of the snowman, Chen Wei compared his height with the snowman's. What he saw just now was really not an illusion. The snowman was half a head taller than him, and the top of his head only reached the snowman's earlobe.

"What does this guy mean, pinch a snowman taller than me?" Chen Wei walked around the snowman and found a note stuck in the snowman's hand. The words can still be read clearly.

Chen Wei pulled out the note and opened it, only to see someone's message written on it.

"Next time you want to pinch me, make a snowman like this."

The monk standing next to the snowman tore the note on the spot, "Thank you for the invitation. I don't have time. I want to use the snowman to crush my height. I think you want to be my brother and crazy."

Occasionally please call him brother a few times, this guy still has to push forward, and now he still wants to make a snowman according to his ideas.

Not only did Chen Wei not agree, but he went to the room to find a few leaves of green vegetables, made a small hat for the snowman to wear, and picked up a few red plums that fell on the ground, and stuffed them on the snowman's cheeks.

After turning a good snowman into four different shapes, he put his hips on his hips and admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Master, this snowman is so ugly, if you like it, let my old pig make another one for you."

Wu Neng and Drifting came back carrying weapons, and the children in the cave had already been taken away by the elder brother and the deer demon.

Knowing that there was no one to protect their master, they rushed back from outside the city immediately. As soon as they entered the post station, they saw Chen Wei standing in front of a snowman with four different shapes.

I ran up to him and took a look at the weird snowman, thinking that my master was dissatisfied with my craftsmanship, so I patted my chest on the spot and expressed my willingness to make another one for him.

Chen Wei glanced at his apprentice, turned around and stood side by side with the snowman: "Nonsense, don't you think this looks like me? This is your master Xuanzang, and he looks like this."

Wu Neng walked back and forth on the snowman with green vegetables on his hair, flowers on his cheeks, and two stones in his eye sockets, and compared it with Chen Wei three times.

He couldn't tell that this snowman was any different from Xuanzang.

Drifting also looked at the snowman, thought for a while, and slowly removed the green vegetable, then pulled out the red plum on his cheek, and smoothed out the enlarged stone in the eye socket.

After removing all the redundant things, looking at the appearance of the snowman, he said slowly: "It looks like it now."

Wu Neng also nodded: "Senior Brother Sha is still the best, this looks like Master Xuanzang."

Standing side by side with the snowman, Chen Wei's face turned dark, and he deeply doubted whether the eyes of the two apprentices were damaged by the cold wind, otherwise how could they open their eyes and talk nonsense.

When Wukong came back at night, Chen Wei pulled him to the snowman expectantly, and pointed at the thing with burning eyes.

"Look, who does this look like?"

Wukong glanced at the snowman: "The Xuanzang you made? It's pretty similar."

Chen Wei: "Wrong, I pinched myself."

The author has something to say: Xuanzang: Well, you say yes.

Chen Wei: Don't talk to me in such a cat-like tone, am I your pet?

Xuanzang: You are my pet.