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

Every year is the new year, the Lantern Festival on the third and fifth, six street flutes and drums, thousands of gates and moons, Xuanzang walks among the crowd with a lantern in his hand, looking at the harmony in front of him, and the golden lantern bridge with the roar of cars and horses, everywhere She is beautiful, romantic and heroic, as if she has returned to Chang'an City in an instant.

"Master, senior brother, why did you go for so long just now?"

Wu Neng held the revolving lantern in one hand and the sweet cake he just bought in the other, and Drifting was with him with the rabbit lantern in one hand and candied haws in the other.

"Do something." Xuanzang glanced at the things in their hands, walked in front of them, and looked at the countless crowds of people in the distance. There were those dancing, pretending to be ghosts, and riding elephants.

The four masters and apprentices each carried a lantern and walked in that direction. When they reached the brightly lit bridge, they found that there were three golden lamps under the bridge. , are all woven with thin gold threads, shining brightly, and smelling fragrant.

"What kind of sesame oil is this?" Xuanzang casually asked the three disciples who were watching the lamp together.

"It is said that it is called Suhe sesame oil. It is a kind of fragrant wood unique to this place. If Master likes it, we can buy a few catties here and take it back after returning from Xitian." Wu Neng gnawed on the sweet cake and lay down in the middle of the bridge to look down.

"Master, look quickly, the candles in this jar are all made of lamp grass into the shape of a lamp horse, which is quite interesting."

The sweet cake in Wu Neng's hand accidentally fell into the oil tank, he quickly stood up straight and peeked around, stuffing the sweet cake in his mouth as if to prevent being seen, urging: "Master Let's go back quickly, Second Master also invited three temple spirits to go to Ciyun Temple to watch the Buddha descend to earth."

Xuanzang also saw that it was almost done, and was about to speak to agree, when he suddenly heard the whistling wind in the air.

The tourists on the Golden Lantern Bridge hid in all directions on the spot, shouting: "The wind is coming, it is the Buddha who came here to watch the lanterns."

"Why did the Buddha come to look at the lantern?" Wukong grabbed a peddler carrying a lantern and asked him to speak clearly.

The peddler was in a hurry to leave, and quickly explained to them: "It is like this every year, and there will be wind in the middle of the night. We know that the Buddha is coming, so everyone avoids it. The Buddha is here to collect the sesame oil."

He pointed to the three big vats of crispy sesame oil under the bridge, and when Wukong looked back at the lamp oil, he broke free and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, only Xuanzang and his disciples were left on the bridge.

Wu Neng was blown by the wind so that his two big ears were floating in the wind, and he poured a mouthful of cold wind as soon as he opened his mouth, "Master, let's go, don't bump into the Buddha in a while."

"Why do we have to leave? As monks, we are not the ones who think about Buddha the most. We just stay here to see for ourselves what the Buddha who came to fetch the sesame oil looks like." Xuanzang carried the lantern, not only did not leave, but instead used the lantern to go to the river. It hangs down below, hoping to take the opportunity to see clearly what kind of Buddha is coming over the oil lamp.

When I was young, three Buddha bodies really appeared in the wind, namely Sakyamuni Buddha, Medicine Master Liuliguang Buddha, and Amitabha Buddha. The three Buddhas just appeared, and the mortal monk who was carrying a monkey on the bridge and stealing peach lanterns was shocked. Looking at Shakyamuni Buddha who appeared, his eyes were in a trance for a moment.

The next moment, the lights of the three cylinders of sesame oil under the bridge "huh" and became dim, and the three Buddha masters rolled up the three cylinders of sesame oil and were about to leave.

"and many more!"

Xuanzang held up the lantern, looked at the one among the three Buddhas, and took a few steps forward to get closer to him.

Pi Han ate the incense and lamp oil from the thousand-year-old temple, and his body was already full of the smell of offering incense. He heard someone stop him and looked back, and saw that it was the Tang monk who was staying overnight in Ciyun Temple.

As soon as he picked it up with his hand, he caught the person, turned around, and disappeared in place together with the sesame oil.

"Master, be careful!"

As soon as Wukong stood behind Wu Neng, he saw Xuanzang running in the direction of the three Buddhas with just a swipe of his kung fu. Just as he pushed Wu Neng away to drag him, the man had already been taken away by the wind.

"Eldest brother, it's a good thing for the Buddha to take Master away after he descends to earth. Why stop him? Maybe the Buddha saw our Master's hard journey to the west, so he is going to pass on the scriptures to us here." Wu Neng just smelled a whiff of it. The strong scent of incense is at least a thousand years old.

If the body of the Buddha appeared here again, it must be the Buddha who descended to earth in person.

"You idiot, just now those three are obviously monsters turned into fake Buddhas, you and Sand Monk go back to the temple first, and I will chase the wind alone to chase Master."

Wukong took a look at the useless Wu Neng, took out his golden cudgel and followed the wind to the northeast.

The moment Xuanzang was taken away by the wind, he woke up, but he couldn't move in the air, he could only wait for the monster to lead him all the way to the northeast until dawn before landing.

Looking up, he saw a steep mountain in front of him. Three monsters dragged him to stop and go on the weird and rugged mountain road. After a while, he came to a stone house under the cliff. There was a wooden sign on the house, which read "Xuanying Cave in Qinglong Mountain".

"The mage came in to sit. When I met you under the bridge last night, you said you wanted to take a closer look at the Buddha's oil collection. I happened to meet you again on the bridge, so I brought you here by the way. Didn't you scare me?"

Pi Han pushed the wooden door open, the stone house looked small on the outside, but inside it was full of holes.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Xuanzang smelled a strong smell of sesame oil.

Starting from the entrance, jars of sesame oil were placed all the way inward, and there were hundreds of oil jars here alone.

When the two monsters walking behind him passed the sesame oil, they even put their hands in it, took a handful of oil and licked it directly.

Xuanzang, who likes cleanliness, only took a moment to write a diary for Chen Wei after he returned from the bottom of his heart.

Let him talk to strangers casually next time, he must first make sure that the other party is Aijie. He has been flying in the air for an unknown amount of time all night, and he even moved a water tank in the river with his hand.

There were even crumbs of sweet cakes that Wu could eat in the water tank. Xuanzang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his chest was filled with the strong aroma of sesame oil that made people want to vomit.

"I'm not scared, what did you bring me to this place for?"

Xuanzang followed them into the depths of the cave, and there were more than a dozen monsters dressed as monks in the aisles around them, using poles and buckets to scoop out the sesame oil in the water tanks one by one, and prepared to divide them into small portions and hide them in the cellar. , Next, this is their king's one-year ration.

Pishu, who was walking behind him, pulled out a stool and asked him to sit on the stone bench, "The mage invited us to drink tea in the temple, and then came out to invite us to watch lanterns on the street. The three of us also want Pay back the tea for the mage."

Xuanzang sat on the stool with a blank expression, watching a little monster with a bull's head and a horse's face, wearing a nondescript monk's robe, coming to them with a pot of hot tea.

The water poured out was quite clean, but I didn't know if the cups on the table had been washed. The bull-headed horse-faced demon was pouring tea while looking at the jade-faced monk from the corner of his eye.

"Second Great King, is this person a new disciple just accepted by your Ciyun Temple? He looks really good-looking."

Xiao Yao is also familiar with the origins of her three great kings. Their kings often say in the cave that Qinglong Mountain is their second home, and their first home is Ciyun Temple in Jinping Mansion.

"We don't have such a powerful monk in our temple. This is a monk from Dongtu Tang Dynasty. Go and boil a pot of hot water. After a while, take off his clothes, wash him and dry him. At night Put sesame oil on it and roast it in the fire, everyone has a share." Pi Shu took a sip of weak tea, then turned his head and directed the teacup into the water tank with a magic spell, scooped a spoonful of sesame oil and ate it like this stand up.

When the little demon heard that the monk was going to be boiled, he agreed and ran away with the teapot in his arms.

In front of the table, Xuanzang sat with a blank expression on his face. Hearing that he was going to be eaten, his eyes didn't change a bit, he just looked at the monster who captured him, "Before I eat, I want to see you again." The transformed Buddha."

It was the first time that Pi Han saw someone making such a request before he was about to die. He pulled the stool closer to him, smelled the virtuous Buddha light on his body, and was full of curiosity, "I heard that the golden cicada is the second son of my Buddha Tathagata." Disciple, were you surprised to see your master appearing in real form just now?"

"Yes, so can this monster king change again for the poor monk, so that the poor monk can fulfill his wish before he dies." Xuanzang clasped his hands together, with a benevolent look on his face.

Pichen, the smallest of the three temple spirits, was also holding a cup of sesame oil tea, and while drinking, he discussed with his two companions: "I don't think we need to eat him first. Let him see him if he wants to see the Buddha. The Buddha's light in this body will only help him." We practice, eat a few bites of meat, wouldn't it be better to have him improve our cultivation day and night after staying?"

"You can live forever if you eat it, and how much strength you can cultivate by practicing day and night." Pi Shu was the first to disagree.

"What Pichen said is also reasonable. Anyway, the man is already in our hands. We have the final say on whether he will die sooner or later. When he doesn't want to practice, we will eat him." Pihan thinks that Pichen's idea is not completely absent reason.

Xuanzang looked down at the cup full of tea in front of him, listening to the three monsters discussing whether to eat him first or use him first.

As for the topic he brought up just now, the topic of letting the monster change into the Buddha again, it was completely ignored just like that.

The mortal monk who sat white and bored stood up directly from the stone bench, walked towards the water jars filled with sesame oil not far away with no expression on his face, imitated the appearance of those monsters, put a finger in it and stirred it a few times .

The oily light created waves of halos as he swung his fingers.

"Master also wants to taste this sesame oil?" Pi Han stopped arguing with his two companions at some point, and walked to Xuanzang thinking that he also wanted to eat this.

The monk who put the poison into the oil tank along his fingers pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a very faint smile: "Yeah, I'm a little curious about how this thing can be eaten, why don't you demonstrate it again."

"This crispy sesame oil can be drunk directly." Pi Han put his palm into the oil tank, took a handful of oil to his mouth, and licked a few mouthfuls for him to see.

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