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

The old monster didn't dare to lie, wiped the hot sweat from his face, and described it tremblingly: "It looks like a fart.

"Then why don't you dance?" Chen Wei asked him curiously.

The other party looked at him hesitantly: "If I jump, you can start with these little monsters. I voluntarily switched in, and I keep my word."

Chen Wei looked at those crying little monsters from the corner of his eye, his eyes were red from crying, but the movements of adding firewood to the bottom of the steamer were also very smooth.

The monsters who will turn into human bodies are carrying weapons and running in from outside the cave with great excitement. Before the people arrive, the sound comes in first.

"My lord! My lord! We lured those three monsters away!"

"My lord, my lord! We held them back for a long time, and we didn't find any flaws!"

"My lord, can I eat monk meat tonight?"

The monsters, who were divided into three groups, felt so happy when they ran all the way back. At this moment, it was like an eagle catching chickens. After the old hen was caught, the chickens eagerly lined up and sent them to the door one by one.

Staring at the eagle monk in their cave.

When Chen Wei saw the monsters who lured his apprentice away, he patted the steamer next to him generously, and smiled kindly at them: "We won't be able to eat monk meat tonight, but the meat of your king is available to monsters." For half an hour, he will cook the meat for half an hour, and if you are in a hurry, you can come over and line up with your rice bowl now."

Sitting in the steamer, the old monster felt his butt was almost cooked, touched the water vapor in the corner of his eyes, and said in a sad tone, "He's right."

"What's wrong with your Majesty? Could it be that your Majesty will turn himself into a monk?"

"My lord, how did you get caught!"

"What a brave monk, let our king go quickly!"

The little demons who had just returned home were at a loss.

The group of guarding little demons who were adding firewood while comforting the deer demon just now pulled their brothers, friends and lovers aside one after another crying.

He gesticulated and re-described what happened in the cave just now.

The vicious monk held the fan in his hand and "whoosh" twice with a voice, and the sweeping demon turned into a piece of black charcoal. The monk picked up the fan and "hoo hoo" three times. On the ground, the monk wanted to eat monster meat, and asked for the deer monster by name. The king couldn't bear to replace it in the steamer.

After all the details were told, a group of little demons hugged their heads and cried.

When Wukong brought Wu Neng and Drifting to the monster's cave, he heard the heaven-shaking crying and the voice of his master's persuasion.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I didn't say I really ate your king, I just taught him a lesson."

Chen Wei took out the red-hot firewood under the steamer.

"But you put the king in the steamer, woo woo woo, you are so scary." The little demon cried and touched his nose, saying that he was cruel.

"He's going to put me in to steam it! If I'm not strong, I'll just sit here, okay?" Chen Wei tried to reason with them.

The previous deer demon who was almost on the steamer looked at him resentfully with the antlers on his head: "We can't beat you again, you can run away even if you are on the steamer."

What he said made sense, but Chen Wei couldn't think of words to refute.

I was at a loss for words for a few seconds, and after seeing my three apprentices getting into the cave in a daze, I said, "That's my luck, what if I'm not strong? What if I can't beat you? Could it be me who died!"

The monsters stopped talking.

The old monster sitting in the steamer stopped talking.

"Master, you are not hurt."

Wukong walked up to Chen Wei, pulled up his sleeves and opened his arms, looked back and forth, and looked at the group of monsters after making sure he was not injured.

Especially the monster sitting in the steamer with a flushed face.

"Hey! It was this monster that lured my old grandson away just now!"

"Brother Monkey, rest up, this monster is the first one to lie to my old pig. I fought him halfway before and let him run away. Now let my old pig beat him to death with a nail, and vent my anger on my brothers."

Wu Neng rushed over with the nine-toothed rake to hit the monster, but was stopped by Chen Wei.

"Wu Neng put down his weapon, because the teacher has taught them a lesson just now."

After Chen Wei finished speaking, he looked at the suffering old monster in the steamer again: "Crawl out of it too, I'll count from one to five, if you haven't crawled out yet, I'll really steam you Little demon."

"1, 2, 3..."

The old monster sitting in the steamer crawled out with hands and feet when he called three.

"Stand together with your little demons."

Chen Wei pointed to the corner, where a group of monsters stood in a row, waiting for his arrangements.

The mortal monk sat on the suitcase brought in by the Drifting Monk, and pointed his banana fan at the little demon who had been burned on the ground.

"In this cave, those who escaped from Shituoling all stand up."

A group of little monsters, you look at me, I look at you, no one takes a step forward.

"I'll count to five... If that guy won't stand up, I'll throw a monster into the steamer every time I count to five."

The monsters sticking to the corner stood up on the spot, looking at the familiar faces around them, trying to find out who else had escaped from Shituoling.

Chen Wei opened his mouth slowly: "1."

The monster leader was in a hurry, he didn't care about queuing up, and ran to his little monsters, looked at the familiar faces, and distinguished their origins.

"2."

"You are not him, this is not, you are not, and you are not."

He straightened his head to identify the monsters one by one.

"4."

After counting to four behind him, the old goblin pointed at the little goblin all the way, and finally when the monk shouted five, he turned around abruptly and said firmly, "No more! I know every goblin here, and I guarantee that none of them came from I'm from Shituoling, if you don't believe me, throw me into the steamer again."

"5."

After Chen Wei called out the last number, he looked at the frightened and terrified expressions of these monsters. There were all kinds of things inside, but no one showed panic or guilty conscience.

It seems that the fish that slipped through the net in Shituoling is the only one left on the ground.

It is not his interest to bully a bunch of useless monsters here, Chen Wei waved his hand: "Just pretend that I believe your words for a while, but..."

The demons breathed a sigh of relief when they heard him say that they believed them, when they heard that there was another but behind him, and the half-relaxed breath was brought up again.

"But this monster, I want it."

Chen Wei pointed at the still-dead monster on the ground, with a cold expression and indifferent eyes.

"Take it away, you can take him away now."

The old monster was just about to be carried out by him and tied to the horse for him.

So that this plague god can leave here sooner.

Chen Wei didn't want to take a wicked monster with him. This kind of monster from Shituoling went to a new place. He was a dishonest monster, and would even incite other monsters to eat him as soon as he heard about him.

Keeping it is also a curse.

And he also wanted to have a deep memory impression of the monsters in front of him.

He talked about the Lion Tuo Ridge where the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were, how those monsters cannibalized people and how they were burned to the ground by him.

In the end, Wukong was asked to beat the rest of Shituoling who was still half-breathed on the ground to death directly in front of the demons.

"Amitabha, this poor monk hopes that everyone will take care of themselves from now on, and don't let the poor monk hear the news that there are monsters eating people here, otherwise the stick of my apprentice will have to hit your heads one by one. "

Holding the golden cudgel, Wukong glanced sharply over the faces of those monsters one by one, as if remembering them.

Chen Wei coiled the Buddhist beads in his hand, and continued slowly: "Also, if you encounter the monster from Shituoling in the future, don't I need to remind you what to do?"

All the monsters in the hole, old and young, all said in unison: "Kill it!"

"Just remember."

When Chen Wei came out of the monster's cave with three apprentices, he heard someone calling him behind him.

Look back.

It was a mortal dressed as a woodcutter, running out of the monster's cave in a panic.

"Mage wait for me! Wait for me!"

"Master, this is a mortal."

Wukong opened his piercing eyes, looked at the figure that ran out, and found that he was an authentic mortal.

"Master, forgive me, those monsters have captured me for three days, but just now in the depths of the cave, there was no way to call for help. Fortunately, these monsters sincerely repented and released me."

Chen Wei didn't expect that there was still a woodcutter living here. Seeing his sallow and emaciated appearance, he took out dry food and water and handed them to him.

"Where does your family live, we will send you back."

The woodcutter, who hadn't eaten for three days, finished the white flour steamed buns in two or three mouthfuls, and then poured two big mouthfuls of clear water. Then he had the strength to raise his arms and point to the southwest direction: "Just to the southwest is not far away. , there is still an old mother at home, please ask the master to come to the house and let us mother and son kowtow for saving our lives."

Chen Wei looked at the direction he pointed, and it was the same way to the west with them.

Let him get on the horse and rest, hold the reins by himself, and a group of five people walked up the mountain road for two hours, and finally arrived at the other end of the mountain and went downhill.

Soon, I saw the door of the woodcutter's mouth.

The stone scriptures there are covered with moss, and the morning glory on the Chapmen Gate is entwined in circles, with red, yellow, and purple morning glory blooming.

The mountains on all sides are connected, and the birds and birds in the forest are noisy. From a distance, an old man is leaning on the firewood gate, crying with tears in his eyes, "My son."

The woodcutter sitting on his horse saw that he couldn't wait any longer, so he got off his horse and ran all the way there.

"Mother! My son is back!"

Chai Fei opened his eyes to the distressed old man in front of him, saw his son who had been missing for three days came back and immediately hugged him: "Why did you come back now! I thought you were killed by that monster, it made my heart ache Unbearable."

Thinking of what happened in the past three days, the woodcutter wiped away his tears: "I met a monster and was captured by the Nanshan King in the Yinwu Mountain. Fortunately, a Buddhist monk from Dongtu Datang rescued me."

Hearing that he had been rescued, the old man looked behind him excitedly, and saw that the master and apprentice hurriedly greeted them into the hut, dragged his son to kowtow to them, and finally asked them to rest here for one night, so that They prepared a fast meal as a reward.

Wu Neng carried the nine-toothed rake and walked around the windy hut, "The woodcutter's family is too poor, Master, let's just have a casual meal and leave, don't let them spend so much effort to make it work." What fasting meal?"

Sitting in front of the crippled table, Chen Wei also looked at the dilapidated hut: "If you can listen to me, let's stay here for another night and help them repair the house before leaving tomorrow morning. It is the cost of lodging."

"That's good, Master will come up with an idea."

Wu Neng smiled and thought it was better than his idea.

The four masters and apprentices stayed here, and did not let the woodcutter prepare food too much. They took out some wild vegetables from the mountains and the dry food they brought, all sat on the same table, ate them, and then dispersed.

At night, after the woodcutter and his mother fell asleep, Liu Ding Liujia came out to re-cover the leaks in the house with cut wooden boards.

Early the next morning, without waking up the mother, son, teacher and apprentice, the four led the horse and carried the luggage and left.

The four of them got off the Hidden Mist Mountain and re-entered the main road. After walking for six days, they saw a city in front of them.

Xuanzang was sitting on horseback, sitting high and looking far away, he saw that the city was desolate and the streets were desolate.

"Wukong, go and see what country is over there."

Wukong somersaulted up to the cloud, followed the cloud head to look carefully in that direction, and saw the words on the city gate: "Fengxian County."

"Master, it's a place called Fengxian County, not a country."

The author has something to say: Monday is a day when people lose their souls.

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