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

"Twice!" Wukong replied according to what he saw.

"Four times!" Wu Neng thought to himself that during the few days in the temple, I spent the longest time with Chen Wei, so it should be four times.

Drifting looked at the two senior brothers, and asked obediently: "Master, how many times have we been together all this time?"

Xuanzang closed the scriptures in his hand, and looked at the three apprentices in front of him expressionlessly: "You have learned to partner with me to deceive me, what benefits does he give you?"

The three apprentices also wanted to say what benefit Chen Wei gave them.

It's worth their suffering here. If you think about it carefully, that guy can speak beautiful words with his mouth, and he hasn't given him any benefits.

The next morning, Chen Wei woke up on horseback. After the person on the horseback pulled the rein to stabilize his body, he vaguely felt that everyone's atmosphere seemed a little weird.

Someone grabbed the Drifting Monk who was walking beside him carrying a suitcase: "Apprentice, did something happen last night?"

Drifting turned his head around, his indigo face was full of black air, he looked at Chen Wei weakly, and spoke weakly: "Master invited us to read scriptures for one night."

Although he didn't recite the mantra, when the other party took out a scripture from the box and asked them to answer energetically.

The three apprentices answered in the end that they really hoped that it would be better to recite the magic spell.

Anyway, it will be fine after a while of cursing and cursing, but being subjected to the scriptures is endless torture.

"How do you memorize the scriptures like this?" Chen Wei looked at his face, it didn't look like he hadn't slept all night, it was obviously the face he had without sleep for a year.

"Master, Xuanzang already knows about that green-haired lion monster." Wu Neng, who was carrying a nine-toothed rake in front of him, heard the conversation on horseback and turned his head.

That white, fat face with long ears and big panda-like dark circles abruptly changed Wu Neng's Maitreya Buddha's appearance into that of a wraith from hell.

The monk sitting on the horse heard that he was out of trouble, coughed dryly, lowered his body guilty, and asked his apprentice in a low voice: "Are you talking nonsense?"

Wukong, who was leading the way at the front, heard it, and jumped in front of him, pointing to the luggage on his back with the golden cudgel in his hand: "Open it."

Chen Wei opened the package on his back and found the neatly stacked diaries inside.

The three apprentices looked at him with the same Xuanzang expression. Under the attention of everyone, Chen Wei opened the diary to the latest page, which reads.

"Last night, I suddenly remembered that we were traveling day and night, but we didn't pay enough attention to the teaching of the disciples. I decided to let the three disciples chant sutras before meals for three meals a day from today. We will arrive at Lingshan soon, and you don't want to work hard to get there. At the end, but because you can't answer the Buddha's question, you will fail to learn the scriptures in the end, right?"

"Finish?" Wukong asked the mortal monk sitting on the horseback in a hoarse voice.

Holding the diary, Chen Wei slowly looked up with pitiful and innocent eyes.

Three faces full of resentment stared at him pitifully.

"My old grandson can't recite this scripture. Master, you have to find a way to solve the trouble you caused yourself. Otherwise, my old grandson remembered that it was cold last time, and you insisted on making me turn into a flower bear for you. Under the quilt, Xuanzang doesn't seem to know about this?"

After a night of torture, Wukong, as a disciple, quickly learned to infer other things from one instance.

"Master, master! I didn't tell Xuanzang that you reached out to touch the body of the green-haired lion monster in the temple that day. Don't worry! I'm on your side." Wu Neng blinked desperately after speaking, and he stood still. Chen Wei is here, so should Chen Wei settle the matter of the scriptures for him first?

The two apprentices both issued a warning, and Chen Wei's last trace of master-student affection fell on the silent Drifting Monk.

"I can't recite it." Drifting's daily life is to carry and guard the luggage load. No one told him that he still needs to recite scriptures on the way to learn scriptures.

On that day, Chen Wei was very disappointed with his three apprentices.

"What about being an apprentice and protecting me to go to the west to learn scriptures?" The mortal monk who condemned stood on the side of the road with his hips akimbo, looking at the big temple next to Changgao Mountain in the distance.

A little afraid to go in.

In case he encounters some cute monster again and accidentally strikes him uncontrollably, the three apprentices will definitely sue him later!

"When the Bodhisattva asked us to protect you to the west, he didn't tell us that there would be two masters."

With Wukong's words, Chen Wei covered his heart and pretended to be hurt.

"This relationship is a wrong payment after all."

Monkey King grabbed the poor man and walked towards the temple: "If you make a wrong payment, you will make a wrong payment. As long as Xuanzang doesn't recite the scriptures, Master, you can make a wrong payment for a while."

Someone gritted his teeth and opened the diary, rewriting a stroke in it with a charcoal pen.

"You have taught all three of my apprentices to failure! They even threatened me like you!"

Closing the diary, Chen Wei looked up at the small, semi-old building with red walls and glazed tiles. He didn't know which dynasty built the mountain here. remains"

There is also a plaque erected below, and the big "Bujin Temple" is written in ancient gold ink characters.

"Bujin, Zen Temple? Why is this name so strange?"

When Wu Neng looked at the name, he always found it difficult to pronounce.

Chen Wei was also chanting the name, "Bujin, if Bujin is speaking, is this the border of Shravasti?"

As soon as the words came out, the three apprentices all looked at him: "Master knows this place?"

"I don't know, I just read it in the scriptures of Huasheng Temple. It said that when the Buddha passed by Zhishu in Savatthi City, the lonely elder wanted to buy a garden and invite the Buddha to give lectures. The garden belonged to the prince. The prince said he wanted to buy it. My garden, unless the ground is covered with gold, the lonely elders will use gold as bricks to spread the garden all over the ground after hearing about it, and buy the garden and ask the Buddha to teach the Dharma." This story was told to him by Xuanzang before.

"If this is really the place Master said, we can touch the ground where the Buddha walked." Wu Neng couldn't wait to climb up the mountain gate with a nine-toothed rake on his shoulders. After knocking three times, a little novice came over open the door.

Suddenly, there were four people standing outside the door, some were handsome, some were ugly, some were ugly and some were weird, they hid behind the door in fear and only showed half of their faces to watch them: "Where are the benefactors from? Why are you here in this temple? "

"We're here to see if your floor is paved with gold bricks!" Wu Neng squeezed his head around the door and wanted to get in, to see if the ground inside was really gold.

"Wu Neng." Chen Wei pulled Wu Neng, who was desperately pushing forward, behind him, stood in front of the three apprentices, clasped his hands together, and looked at the little novice monk in the crack of the door: "Amitabha, the poor monk came from the Eastern Land of the Great Tang Dynasty. The three monks who are learning Buddhist scriptures from the west, these three are the apprentices of the poor monk, they pass by Baofang and want to rest here for a night, and they will leave tomorrow."

While speaking, a dignified monk passed by the door, and when he heard this, he turned his head and glanced at the four masters and apprentices standing outside the door.

"Unknown, open the door and invite them in."

The little novice whose name was unknown pushed all the temple doors open on the spot, and he could see the faces of the four people outside the door thoroughly.

Chen Wei clasped his hands together, looked at the monk who said to let them in with a smile on his face: "Amitabha, thank you brother."

"The elder is a divine monk of the Eastern Earth, and it is our honor to be willing to come and live in this temple."

The man's expression was indifferent, his body was like a bodhi tree, and he left after speaking with a breeze in his sleeves.

"Child, you lead us to find a place to live."

Wukong grabbed the little monk who was closing the door and asked him to guide them to find a house to live in.

Unknown looked at the monkey face in front of him, and was too scared to refuse, so he ran to the front and walked in front of Chen Wei to lead them.

"Our temple is built in the middle of this mountain. People from all walks of life come to live here all the year round. Some of them live here for a short time. If you only stay for one day, you can stay in the Temple of Heavenly Kings for one night."

"Amitabha." Chen Wei didn't expect that there would be many passing people living here.

A few people followed behind the little novice monk, and when they reached the third gate, the cold scene in front of them was swept away, and there were people carrying loads, carts, and backpacks everywhere in front of them.

There were people coming and going in the whole yard, some sleeping directly on the pile of luggage under the corridor.

When these people saw the little novice leading four more people in, they all looked this way.

First, I saw the monk walking with the little novice monk, wearing a red cassock and holding a tin staff with nine rings in his hand, followed by a handsome and tall horse, just like a disciple of the Buddha.

Looking behind him again, there is a three-foot-tall macaque following him, playing with a stick in his hand, and a pair of piercing eyes fall on whoever, whoever is like being held by a powerful monster, does not dare to move.

After finally waiting for him to pass by, he looked at the two humans walking behind.

It was even more impressive at a glance. A pregnant woman with a five-month-old belly, a pair of ears as huge as a dolphin, and a nine-tooth nail rake on her shoulders looked scary.

Look at the last one, four feet tall, with two eyes like red lanterns on the indigo skin, with a thick neck and long legs carrying a burden of luggage.

Wherever the four of them went, there was no sound.

The little novice sent them to the entrance of the Heavenly King Hall, stopped and looked back at the four masters and apprentices: "I sent you here. If you are hungry and want to eat, you can go to the kitchen to get it yourself. Each person can eat steamed buns for a meal." If you eat one, you need to donate sesame oil money for the rest.”

"Thank you for the reminder, please eat candy." When Chen Wei took the diary just now, he found that there were still a few ginger soups in the package.

Take it out and put it directly into the hands of the little novice, let go of the rein and let the shaman tie the white dragon horse in any open space.

No one would dare to steal it anyway.

There are no beds in the Tianwang Hall, but a lot of futons are placed in the corners.

More than [-] passers-by lived in it, and everyone moved out the futons and long benches in the corner.

Either lie directly on the long stool, or use three or four futons to form a strip and lie on the ground.

One on the east side and one on all four sides, the smell of stinky feet can be smelled everywhere in the whole hall.

When those people saw Chen Wei walking in, those who were still asleep just glanced at it and quickly stood up to give up their seats.

Those who fell asleep didn't know anything about it.

Everyone looked at Chen Wei, who was walking in the front, and then at the two monsters who were following him, obviously protecting him.

Shrunk their bodies into a ball one by one, watching the three people vigilantly walking towards the depths of the Heavenly King Hall.

Chen Wei searched around and finally found an open space in front of a small Guanyin statue. There was no futon here and it was close to the back door. There was a big hole under the door, which caused the wind to blow in from there when sleeping at night.

Therefore, tourists who often stay here will avoid this location every time they stay overnight.

There are so many people here that it is not suitable for Liu Ding Liu Jia to show up. Chen Wei took his disciples to sweep the ground himself, then took out the futon he had prepared in the suitcase, cleaned his hands and came back to offer incense to Guanyin.

After he finished the incense, the little novice monk who opened the door for them, carrying a big food box in his hand, went into the Heavenly King Hall and searched around. After finding their figures, he quickly came to them.

"Elder, Uncle Master said that you came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and these meals are specially provided for you."

He put the food box in his hand on the ground, and opened the lid to show them.

There are eight steamed buns, four vegetarian dishes, and two soup noodles.

This kind of treatment is the only honored guest in this Bujin Temple.

"Amitabha, thank you uncle for me, have you eaten yet?"

Chen Wei watched the little novice shake his head, and took out a steamed bun from the food box and handed it to the other party: "It happens that the four of us, master and apprentice, can't finish eating these, so you sit down and finish eating before leaving."

"Master Uncle specially prepared this for you." Although the novice monk was hungry, he didn't catch the steamed buns he handed over, but squatted beside him, keeping away from his scary-looking apprentices.

"Since your uncle gave it to us, what to do with these steamed buns is our own business. If I treat you to eat, your uncle will not blame you." Chen Wei saw that after he squatted down, the monk's robe was hanging empty on his body. , the thin body has not much meat.

Just because there are so many people living in the Palace of Heavenly Kings, each person gets three steamed buns for free every day. Even a golden mountain may not last long.

The unknown is very hungry, and they have a specific share of three meals a day, and everyone eats exactly the same and then they are gone.

People who are growing up, after eating steamed buns, are basically full after eating, and hungry again in less than a stick of incense.

"I can't finish it, half for each person."

Chen Wei broke the steamed bun into two halves, stuffed the steamed bun into his palm while he was in a daze, and changed the subject while eating the other half: "The poor monk saw that your temple is called Bu Golden Temple, is this the Buddha’s Shravasti Kingdom Garden?”

"Wow, the elder also knows this story." Unknown took a mouthful of steamed buns, felt his empty stomach become stronger, and his voice became louder.

"I've seen it in the scriptures before, but I didn't expect it to exist." After all, many of the scriptures in the Tang Dynasty are fragments, and they are too far away from Xitian.

No one knows whether what is written in the scriptures is real.

"This temple is where the lonely elders bought it and asked the Buddha to give lectures. If you are lucky, you will be able to see gold and silver beads flowing out of the back mountain when it rains heavily, and those who are lucky will pick them up. "

Unknown mentioned his own temple, very proud, and before Chen Wei could ask, he continued: "This mountain is called Baijiao Mountain, and the weather this year is erratic. The pass is too far away, so every time the passing businessmen come here, they will stay in the temple for one night, and then leave and go down the mountain after dawn the next day."

"I see. Thank you for telling us this." Chen Wei rubbed his little head. The novice is still young, and the hair on his head is a bit prickly. It is estimated that he hasn't shaved his head for half a month.

After the unknown left, the master and apprentice ate up all the food in the food box, cleaned the food box and returned it to the kitchen.

They sat here, and those passing merchants spread the word in the temple in just an hour.

It is said that a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty stayed overnight in the Palace of Heavenly Kings with three monster apprentices.

In the past, they lived in the temple, and occasionally worried that if the legendary centipede climbed down the mountain, how would their safety be guaranteed after entering the temple?

Everyone is used to putting some self-defense tools in their arms when sleeping outside to guard against accidents.

Today I learned that a monk can tame three ugly demons as apprentices, and the monks in the temple are very polite to him.

For a while, the passing businessmen who lived in the Heavenly King Hall, apart from being a little scared when they occasionally saw the monster in the corner, all of them unanimously relaxed and had a good night's sleep.

Xuanzang was awakened.

The monk who woke up in the middle of the night took off the blanket on his body, and in the darkness, three incense sticks were burning down little by little in the cold wind.

Xuanzang groped and found the fire folder that he had placed next to him. After blowing it on, he could see where he was living. After lighting the lamp oil on the altar, he also figured out where the sound that woke him up just now came from. .

Dozens of snoring sounds, rising and falling, spread from Wu Neng all the way from the back door of the hall to the front door.

Everyone was snoring, loudly, and everyone was fast asleep.

As soon as Xuanzang woke up, he couldn't stand the sound, picked up his futon and luggage, and went out through the back door with the oil lamp.

It was the first quarter moon at this moment, Xuanzang walked in the corridor protecting the oil lamp, found a place sheltered from the wind, put the oil lamp down, and put down the futon he was holding in his hands, and sat casually on the ground.

He found his diary from the luggage and looked at the written content in front of the oil lamp.

A slight smile flashed across the cold face of the Buddha, Xuanzang played with the charcoal pencil in his hand and thought for a while, before he figured out how to deal with someone who had learned to do things behind his back.

There were a few more lines of text in the diary, and the person who wrote the diary in the corridor did not notice a figure walking towards him.

The man came behind him with a lantern in his hand, looked at his back and said, "Huh?"

Xuanzang, who was still writing in his diary, put the diary back on the spot when he heard the sound.

Seeing an old monk with a snow-white beard, his cold brows gradually warmed up, he put the diary in his sleeve, stood up and bowed to salute: "Xuanzang has met the master."

"Don't dare."

Bu Mou held the lantern and looked at the futon on the ground, as well as the luggage, and opened his mouth to show a toothless smile; "I heard that there is an eminent monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty today, it must be you."

"The poor monk is following the order of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to go to the Lingshan Mountain of Western Heaven to worship the Buddha and get the scriptures."

"It's windy here, the old man can't stand for too long, let's talk in another place?"

"It's disrespectful." Xuanzang packed up his things and followed the other party all the way forward.

Holding the lantern, Bu Mou turned to look at the young man beside him, and asked him with a smile, "How old is the eminent monk?"

"Did you waste 27 years, how dare you ask the teacher to honor his life?" Xuanzang asked back.

"Old man, this year is one hundred and five years old." Bu Mou walked ahead with a lantern, instead of bringing him into his yard, he led him through a long corridor and came to an open space .

"Where is this?" Xuanzang looked at the open space.

"The old site where the Buddha preached the scriptures in the past, now there are only some gravel corners left. I am afraid that you have only heard of this place in the scriptures when you come from the Tang Dynasty. It is more interesting to see it than to hear it."

Xuanzang walked in the open space here, looking at the broken tiles and bricks, he had no idea at all.

It's just that someone specially invited him to come and watch, so he walked around the open space carefully before returning to the original place.

"I live in the back, let's go this way." After he finished reading, Bumou took him to the next place with a lantern.

The two walked side by side for a while, when suddenly there was a burst of crying, which made those who heard it sad and those who heard it cry.

"What is this?" Xuanzang stopped, and looked at the teacher beside him by the light of the lantern with no expression on his face.

Estimate how likely he is a monster.

Bumou raised the lantern in his hand and pointed to the garden in the distance.

"At this time last year, one of my disciples heard a gust of wind here, and then heard the sound of sorrow and complaint. When he found this place, he found a beautiful and dignified woman sitting on the rockery. When I asked her where she came from, she said yes. The princess of Tianzhu Kingdom was blown by the wind after watching flowers under the moon."

After Bu Mou finished speaking, he stomped his feet and waved the lantern in his hand: "Eminent monk, you have subdued three demon apprentices. You should know that people will not be blown by a gust of wind. This must be the transformed form of demons. But in the temple No one can cast down demons, so I ordered someone to build a house on the rockery, trap her in it and leave only one window for food to be delivered to her every day."

Xuanzang frowned: "Since she has a history, have you ever gone to the city to inquire about it?"

"I have inquired about it. I went to the city to inquire several times, and they all said that the princess was not damaged at all, so it must have been transformed by a monster. I also hope that the eminent monk can use his magic power to show his supernatural powers and take this monster away."

This is also the reason why he wanted to go to the Temple of Heavenly Kings to find an eminent monk tonight, but he did not expect to see Xuanzang in the corridor before arriving at the Hall of Heavenly Kings.

"The poor monk's westward journey is protected by three apprentices. My eldest apprentice has the ability to subdue demons and demons. We will come and deal with her after dawn."

"Great monk, great kindness."

He danced for joy, thinking that the problem that had troubled him for a year would soon be solved, so he dragged Xuanzang to his room to drink the tea he carefully collected.

I had to debate Buddhism with him again, and I didn't send him away until dawn.

In the Palace of Heavenly Kings, Xuanzang put his things away and woke up the chief apprentice, told him about the female demon on the rockery in the backyard last night, and took out the half-written diary that was in the sleeve.

"I asked you to recite the scriptures, but you are using it to threaten Chen Wei?"

Wukong, who had just woken up and was not fully awake, blinked his golden eyes, and quickly pointed at Wuneng who was still snoring: "It's Wuneng who can do it."

"Is it?"

Xuanzang walked up to Wu Neng expressionlessly and woke him up.

"Wu Neng."

Wu Neng, who was lying on the ground, rubbed his eyes and looked at the terrifying Xuanzang standing in front of him, who was as terrifying as an iceberg. He quickly regained consciousness and stood up, looking at him: "Master, what do you want to order?"

Behind Xuanzang, Wukong raised his arms and gestured desperately to Wuneng silently: "Chen Wei, Chen... Wei!"

Wu Neng looked at the big brother, and then at his expressionless master, who didn't understand what the monkey's gestures and mouth shapes meant.

"Wukong said that after my teacher asked you to recite the scriptures yesterday, you were very dissatisfied, so you threatened Chen Wei. Is it true?" Xuanzang casually repeated what he had just said to Wukong.

Behind him, Wukong closed his mouth in despair, raised the golden cudgel high and made Wuneng look in the direction his stick was pointing.

It's the drifting lying on the ground knowing nothing.

Wu Neng could understand this movement.

Whitewashed himself on the spot: "It was Drifting who told me that he said he was too stupid to memorize scriptures, and he didn't threaten Chen Wei, he just said it casually."

"Just casually, why did Chen Wei say in his diary that you threatened him?"

Wu Neng: "..." No need to threaten, he will break up with that master today!

Xuanzang closed the diary and handed it to Wukong: "If you don't stop him from doing strange things next time, then you will start copying and reading the magic spell a hundred times."

Wukong: "Okay, Master, I will remember." He will sever ties with Chen Wei today!

After successfully instigating the relationship between the apprentice and Chen Wei, he went to rest calmly. The passing merchants in the Tianwang Hall rushed to leave. They got up early in the morning to pack their things, and the hall quickly became quiet.

Wukong and Wu Neng sat on the threshold, holding their chins together and looking at the birds in the distance.

It is calm, so calm that they no longer have the lack of hope for Master.

Drifting woke up slowly, took the toiletries and walked out from the inside, saw the scene of two senior brothers sitting on the threshold blocking the way, then climbed out from the window next to him in a daze.

"If I had known earlier, I would have carried the burden." Wukong saw the figure of Drifting climbing out of the window, and deeply realized the benefits of only carrying the burden.

"I should have known that he woke me up just now, even if he beat me to death, I wouldn't wake up." Wu Neng was very disappointed that he woke up too quickly just now.

Chen Wei didn't wake up until noon. The person who woke up had just washed up, and an open diary was held in front of him with both hands.

Looking up, two resentful faces appeared in front of him.

Wukong/Wu Neng: "Monk, come and explain to us what a threat is."

The author has something to say: Chen Wei: What are you drawing!You are destroying our master-student relationship like this!

Xuanzang: After the relationship between your master and student collapses, you will no longer cooperate to hide me.

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