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

Yuan Zhen looked at the figure that disappeared at the entrance of the main hall, closed his mouth in embarrassment, turned his head to look at the three temple spirits who were tied up, and the mage's apprentice.

"My master was tied up in the cave by these three monsters for one night. I feel a little unhappy at the moment. Two of the three temple spirits have eaten the poison my master fed. Abbot, you should deal with them first, and this hall will be borrowed first." Calm down my master."

Wukong watched the man close the doors of the Daxiong Palace, and quickly stopped the abbot of Ciyun Temple who wanted to follow in, and returned the three temple spirits tied in his hands, "Don't let them go again."

"Hey, hey, I won't let it go, I won't let it go again." Yuan Zhen held on to the rope, he was too busy to be happy that the three temple spirits had been captured, and he didn't have time to think about the sorcerer's use of their hall to do something. What.

Anyway, there is nothing valuable in the temple, except for the three-faced Buddha statue, the futon and incense sticks are worthless, and no one can move the Buddha statue.

Inside the Daxiong Hall, Xuanzang closed the hall door and stood alone in front of the Buddha statue, suddenly fell silent.

Originally, there were still a lot of questioning topics that I wanted to ask the other party, but when I really got here, I was no longer in a hurry.

The incense sticks on the table were ignited. Xuanzang put the incense sticks in front of Sakyamuni Buddha. He looked up at the golden statue with drooping eyelids from earlobe to shoulders. He pointed to the sky with his right hand and put his left hand on his feet. It's not the same as what he just saw.

That person is younger than the Buddha statue in front of him, and he will not keep his face down and be silent all the time.

Xuanzang had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't ask any of them. The Lingshan Mountain of Western Heaven is close at hand, and he will go there himself to solve the mystery.

Chen Wei was the one who woke up in the Daxiong Palace. The monk who sat cross-legged quietly in the darkness woke up, looking at the dark world in front of him, and vaguely heard someone talking outside the door behind him.

The people on the ground glanced back at the closed gate, and through the papered window paper, they could see that someone had hung up a lantern outside.

In the dim light, Chen Wei rubbed his numb legs, stood up carefully from the ground, his legs were numb and trembling every step he took.

He walked three steps, and arrived in front of the altar, supported the altar with both hands, raised one leg and shook vigorously, trying to shake off the numbness.

When Cihang passed by in the air, he saw Tang Seng hiding alone in the dark hall of the Great Hero, with his body pressed against the altar and one leg shaking all the time.

Cihang: "?"

"What are you doing?"

"Scared!" Chen Wei was taken aback by the sudden voice, and hurriedly hugged the altar to hold back the numbness in his legs and looked at the person who came.

With the faint light coming from outside the door, I saw the appearance of the person in front of me clearly, and rolled my eyes to him speechlessly: "Shaking my legs, my legs are numb after sitting on the futon for too long."

"You're really..." Cihang thought about the vocabulary for a while: "Interesting."

"If you want to say I'm stupid, just say so. It's fake for you to stop looking for words on purpose. Please turn on the lights in the hall, or I won't be able to see the way." Chen Wei put down his already familiar leg, and then I started to shake the other one, not forgetting to direct a certain Bodhisattva who is very idle to light the lamp.

Yuan Zhen, who had been guarding outside the door, heard the voice first, and was surprised that the door of the main hall had not been opened. How could the mage speak alone? The next moment he saw that all the sesame oil lamps in the main hall were covered by people. Light it up, and the two figures are reflected on the wall through the window paper.

Yuan Zhen stood up from the ground, looking at the figure on the wall that turned into ashes that he knew well.

Cihang in the hall looked at Chen Wei's indecent posture of continuing to shake his legs, "Ordinary people are so fragile."

"Who is it that hurts mortals to be so fragile? You can't sit upright, you have to make such a small futon, and you have no intention of going up. If I hadn't become a monk since I was a child and got used to crossing my legs, let any person in his twenties try it." With this movement, the legs will be broken in half a stick of incense, okay?"

Chen Wei waited for both legs to relax, and then jumped on the spot again. After making sure that nothing happened, he looked at the person who came: "What is the purpose of the Bodhisattva this time?"

"Passing by."

"It's that simple?" Chen Wei didn't believe it.

It was really just that the Bodhisattva passing by thought of a reason to satisfy him temporarily: "By the way, I will get some of those snacks from you last time."

"It's more or less the same." Chen Wei wrote this time.

Walking to the entrance of the hall, he opened the door. Outside the door stood an abbot of Ciyun Temple with his mouth open and his eyes straight. The other party's eyes were fixed on the direction behind him.

Chen Wei followed his gaze and turned his head to look over. The Bodhisattva who was talking to him just now has now turned into a necklace with pearls and emeralds, dark clouds skillfully stacked on the dragon's temples, jasper buttons, a sura robe, a golden brocade skirt, eyebrows like the moon, and eyes like stars. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva statue.

The whole person stood in the hall in full dress, with auspicious aura covering him, looking at the abbot of Ciyun Temple outside the door with auspicious light.

Yuanzhen looked at Guanshiyin Bodhisattva in the South China Sea in front of him, and knelt outside the door excitedly: "Amitabha, the abbot of Ciyun Temple, a little monk, Yuanzhen has seen Bodhisattva before. I don't know how neglectful Bodhisattva is when he visits our temple. He also asks Bodhisattva to make amends."

Cihang held the clean bottle and threw a willow leaf, and helped him up from the ground: "I have something important to do this time, so don't reveal your whereabouts, and those who don't know will not be guilty."

Chen Wei felt that it was weird for them to talk through him like this, as if Yuan Zhen was kneeling on him, so he quickly moved out of his seat for them, waved his hands and walked out without looking back: "You guys talk first, I'll go and talk to you." Take the money, you wait for me here for a while."

Buying snacks without money is not enough, he has to go back to the room and get more money from the suitcase to prevent this Bodhisattva from buying too many things in a while.

A certain monk from the Tang Dynasty had no idea what kind of heavy blow this sentence brought to the two people in the Daxiong Palace.

The main reason is that Yuanzhen was shocked again that the purpose of the Bodhisattva's coming down to earth was to ask the mage for money.

The Bodhisattva even asked for money from a monk who was staying overnight, but he didn't even think about asking the abbot of the temple himself.

This shows what?

As expected of the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the Mercy Cave of Luojia Mountain, until their Ciyun Temple has been under the scourge of temple spirits for these years, the temple has no peace, and even when they go down to ask for help, they considerately avoid them.

If I hadn't seen the familiar figure in the hall just now, I'm afraid I would never have known about it.

Yuan Zhen hurriedly ran to the altar over there, knelt down, stretched out his hands and groped inside for a while, found out the private money he had hidden inside, took it all out cruelly, and held it in front of Cihang.

"Bodhisattva, this is the silver earned by the little monk from copying the scriptures. If you are short of money, use it all. If you don't have enough money, we can sell sesame oil in the temple. One tael of crispy sesame oil we make is worth two taels of silver." , it can be sold for 32 taels of silver per catty, which is a lot of money."

A certain Bodhisattva picked up a piece of silver with ashes in the palm of his hand, and he didn't know how long it had been hidden under the altar, and his finger picked up a layer of ashes.

"Yuanzhen, if you spend half of your money refining sesame oil on subduing those three temple spirits, your Ciyun Temple will not be as it is in front of you."

The silver returned to Yuanzhen's hand, Cihang walked past him, and a figure just walked out of the guest courtyard was on the opposite corridor outside the door.

"The chat is over so soon?"

Holding the purse, Chen Wei saw that Cihang had turned into a man again, and turned his head to look at the Daxiong Palace over there. The abbot of Ciyun Temple was still kneeling in front of the Buddha statue.

"Give me all your money." Cihang stretched out his hand to him, asking him to give himself the entire money bag.

"No, it's for the sake of being a Bodhisattva that I invite you to have some snacks. Don't go too far." Chen Wei tied the money bag around his waist and firmly refused to give it to the other party.

"I am a Bodhisattva, shouldn't you worship me?"

"I'm still a mortal, so you are my superior boss. I only heard that the boss takes care of the younger brother, but I didn't hear that the younger brother also needs to support the elder brother. Those who need younger brothers are the younger brothers among the younger brothers. Do you want to be?"

Cihang didn't want to be the younger brother among younger brothers, so he gave up the idea of ​​asking him for a money bag.

The monk who was walking side by side with him patted the purse he kept on his waist, and led him out of the gate of Ciyun Temple in a happy mood.

One person and one god bought countless things in Jinping's mansion, including food, play, and drink. Cihang held it in the front, and Chen Wei paid the bill in the back.

"Buy all of these, too." Cihang pointed to the big bag of melon seeds, motioning for a certain younger brother to pay.

"Boss, this melon seed only costs one catty." Chen Wei took out the money and bought only a small portion.

A certain Bodhisattva looked at him, and then at his bulging purse: "I want all the melon seeds."

"Are you rich?" Chen Wei asked him holding the money bag.

"No."

"So the person who paid said that as long as one catty is one catty." Chen Wei handed him a catty of melon seeds distributed by the boss, and went to pay for the catty of melon seeds.

After paying, seeing Cihang still standing by the side, I didn’t forget to remind the other party: “I think at most that you are a Bodhisattva, you have helped me along the way, and if you buy three more things for you, you will go back to your South China Sea Go." Going shopping with Bodhisattva is too expensive, and Xuanzang will be jealous when he knows it later.

Cihang hugged the pile of mortal snacks, stood by the side of the road and watched him discuss seriously, "Tang Seng, why don't I tell you another story."

"Is the protagonist still that carp?"

Chen Wei saw no one at the wonton stand not far away, so he dragged him over there, "Boss, two bowls of vegetarian wontons."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The boss who sold the wontons sneaked a look in the direction of the table, and always felt that the two people were shining, and even their faces were a little unclear, which was really strange.

Cihang sat in front of the table, followed his example and poured himself a cup of crude tea, "This time I don't talk about carp, how can I remember that I talked about koi last time?"

The mortal monk waved his hand casually: "There is no difference, they are all fish anyway."

"That's right, then I'll tell you a story about a fox today." Cihang didn't care about such details, and directly replaced it with a fox.

Holding the boss's bamboo teacup, Chen Wei inquired curiously before he could tell the story: "Is it still the story about a fox saving a man or a man saving a fox?"

Cihang thought for a while before answering him: "It's sort of."

"Then can I listen to another story?" Chen Wei raised his hand and asked to change the topic.

"Tell me." Cihang was curious about what he wanted to hear.

"Just tell me why the Bodhisattva insisted on telling me a story."

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感谢在2021-03-2223:45:57~2021-03-2322:44:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Beijing Qizhi, Inexplicable; 10 bottles of riding a snail, nonsense, and fox ignorance; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!