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

Chen Wei clasped his hands together and looked up at the golden bodhisattva above him, grinning brightly: "How does the bodhisattva feel about returning to vulgarity?"

Cihang, who sensed him burning incense and making a wish, fell silent.

Looking at the Bodhisattva who fell into silence above, the mortal monk standing in the Buddhist hall laughed so hard that his stomach ached and fell down on the futon on the ground, hugging his stomach and looking up at the Bodhisattva.

"Are you scared?"

Cihang walked down from the high platform, and the golden body turned into an ordinary person and walked in front of him, squatting down and looking at the human being who was about to burst into tears, "Tang Monk, Diling County is [-] miles away from Lingshan, you leave Datang It has been ten years in Chang'an, do you still have the decision to learn the scriptures?"

"Of course I have to learn the scriptures. I have come here. At the Huasheng Temple, I promised you that I would never return to Chang'an unless I retrieved the scriptures. Bodhisattva, have you forgotten?"

Chen Wei rubbed his relieved stomach, sat up on the ground, patted another futon next to him and wondered why he came again: "The last time the Bodhisattva left, he told me that the next time we meet is Lingshan. Are you impatient to come pick me up?"

"There is no rush."

"I didn't want to pick you up either."

"Oh, then you must have nothing to do, so you can wander around at your own leisure." Chen Wei's expression of "I understand, you don't want to argue anymore" made Cihang sigh deeply.

"Yeah, this Bodhisattva is very busy recently, so I look at you in the sky, and want to see if you have regretted the journey for so long."

Chen Wei approached him curiously, "What happened? What did you see?"

"Tang Seng, this is the tenth time you have crossed the catastrophe. You have already passed 79 hardships along the way, and you are only short of two hardships to complete your merits and virtues. If you fail to survive, do you have any last words to say?" Cihang changed the subject with a calm expression.

The mortal monk sitting side by side with him on another futon, heard this, "Huh? Have I been away for so long? If I can't get the scriptures here, I will go to your temple and cry for three days and three nights. And wrote his own experience of the past ten years as an autobiography, the title of the book is "How does a man who has been deceived by the Bodhisattva for ten years go back to the pinnacle of life?" "It is sold at the gate of Guanyin Temple every day.

The price should not be too expensive, just write a book for three pennies, at worst, engrave movable type and print it yourself, and it doesn't matter if the words are ugly.

Thinking of the picture of me squatting at the gate of Guanyin Temple selling books, the mortal monk on the futon burst into smiles.

"rude!"

The mortal monk blinked his black eyes, folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin and squinted at him: "I'm about to get the scriptures, you came here and cursed me for failure, obviously you are the one who made trouble for no reason, okay?"

"gone."

Cihang stood up from the ground, lazily talking to the monk.

Climbing up to the high platform, he grew taller and became a golden bodhisattva made by Kou Yuan's family again. Before leaving, he took a last look at the monk sitting cross-legged on the futon on the ground.

"Tang Seng, it is your own choice to learn scriptures."

"I remember." Chen Wei felt that he was baffled, rubbed his head and wondered if he had to pass an interview before he could get the scriptures before the Buddha?

Cihang didn't speak, she broke away from the golden body and returned to the purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea.

Chen Wei sat in the Buddhist hall for a while, and took out the diary to write a letter to Xuanzang.

He left a message for Xuanzang here, and the other Kou Yuanwai had already prepared the fasting hall for fasting.

As soon as the mortal monk finished writing the last word, a family boy, big and small, came over at the door to invite people to eat in the vegetarian hall. Chen Wei stuffed the diary into his sleeve, got up and walked out.

Under the leadership of the big and small family boys, when they arrived at the Zhaitang, the Zhaiyan inside had already been set up, and the three apprentices were also invited over.

Kou Yuanwai's old mother came to the hall, and when she met Chen Wei, she saw that the Tang monk was handsome and majestic.

Then look at the three disciple monks sitting under the opponent's hand.

Good guy, everyone looks extraordinary and frightening.

Wu Neng had been eating fruits and dried fruit for half a month in the mountains, and now he was sitting on a golden lacquered table and a black lacquered chair, in front of him were five colored high fruits, five small dishes, five dishes of fruit, plain soup and rice. So sweet.

"Hurry up and eat, brother monkey, these foods are really delicious." Wu Neng took a bowl of vegetarian soup and a plate of fruit with a mouthful.

The six or seven family children standing beside him were running back and forth, those who served soup served soup, those who added rice added rice, taking care of him alone like a shooting star chasing the moon.

"You idiot, be careful and fat enough to lose weight."

Wukong also ate the plain fruit noodles and let go of his belly.

The Drifting Monk sitting at the bottom sat there quietly, although he didn't make a sound, he could eat faster and more than Wu Neng.

Chen Wei sat on the top and watched the three apprentices eating, the veins on their foreheads twitched, and wanted to remind them to eat less, otherwise they would eat up their warehouse.

"Mage, don't be polite, rest assured that you can eat as much as you want when you live here."

Kou Yuanwai was very happy to see this scene, thinking that after tonight his function of Xu Zhai Wanseng will be completed, he beckoned to call the big and small family boys, let them go to prepare food for 50 people, and must invite four monks to eat full.

After serving for a while, he went to invite 24 local monks and Buddhas in Diling County, and planned to come over tomorrow to open Buddhist ceremonies for his Consummation Dojo.

Chen Wei himself was full soon, and after sitting for a while, he told the three apprentices to remember to go back to the scripture hall to rest, and he got up and left here first.

He walked forward, and Wu Neng poured five dishes of side dishes into his mouth in the back.

"Master's appetite is too small. We are now at the foot of the Lingshan Mountain. The bandits and other monks can provide meals for thousands of monks. This room looks like everyone is very rich. How can we be poor?"

Wukong ate the last fruit on the plate, and then pushed the remaining food on his table to Wuneng: "What do you know, you pig, you only know how to eat, but you don't know how to return to cause and effect. No matter how rich this mortal old man is, he doesn't have enough money." You pig demon swallowed it in one gulp, you must have gotten anxious and wanted to leave after learning that Lingshan is right in front of you."

Wu Neng took a sneak peek around to make sure no one noticed them, then lowered his voice and whispered: "Brother Monkey, don't you think, eight hundred miles, according to the footsteps of Master's white dragon horse, as long as In one day, we escorted Master all the way to the West Paradise, which is very fruitful, and maybe we can get back to his post."

After traveling for so many years, Wu Neng never thought that he would be able to walk to the Lingshan Mountain of the Western Heaven with this helpless mortal monk.

But just tonight, the Kou Yuanwai said that Lingshan was [-] miles away, and even he was able to send a sedan chair to take them up the mountain.

After many years of studying scriptures, once the merits and virtues are perfect, Wu can't help but get excited when he thinks about what will happen tomorrow, and he can't help eating too much food.

"Brother Monkey, where do you want to go back after your meritorious deeds are consummated?"

"My old grandson wants to go back to Huaguo Mountain, but it's still early. Even if the master obtains the scriptures, we have to escort him back to Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, and accompany him to teach the scriptures and teach the Dharma. Year."

Wu Neng, who was still stuffing things into his mouth, was stunned for a moment, never thinking that he would stay with that mortal monk after he arrived at Lingshan.

Wukong slowed down when he watched him eat, and squinted at him: "You don't want to?"

"Yes, it's just that I suddenly realized that I was happy for nothing." I couldn't even eat happily anymore.

In the scripture hall, Chen Wei sat in front of the desk and took out all the scriptures in the corners. When he opened them and saw that they were full of Sanskrit, he closed them and put them back on the table for Xuanzang to wake up and read by himself.

Sanskrit was something that Xuanzang taught him in Jinshan Temple for several years, and he rarely read it on weekdays. When he was caught off guard, he saw scriptures in Sanskrit all over his eyes, just like heavenly scriptures. He knew the characters, but he didn't.

Chen Wei didn't read it by himself, but went to the corner to search for a while, picked up those scriptures that he didn't understand and didn't remember, and put them all neatly on the desk, so that someone would wake up in the middle of the night and see this huge book. surprise.

After finishing all this, he patted the dust in his palms, and after washing, he lay down on the soft couch prepared by Kou Yuanwai.

In the middle of the night, it rained at night.

24 monks in Diling County were invited by Kou Yuanwai to prepare for the Taoist temple where meritorious deeds would be completed. A group of monks selected a good time at night, and asked people to go to the county to find a group of drummers, and let the management do it. Twenty pairs of bunting came back.

The rest of the monks wrote hundreds of sticky notes, planning to invite neighbors and relatives to send the Tang monk and his disciples westward to Lingshan together when they hold a Consummation Dojo at Kou Yuanwai's house tomorrow morning.

When some of the young novice monks braved the night rain to deliver the postcards, when they passed by an abandoned "Huaguang Xingyuan", they heard voices talking inside.

The dozen or so people hiding from the rain in the courtyard were all well-known criminals from far and near, who drank and gambled everywhere, and had nowhere to live after spending all their property, so they ganged up with a group of people to act as thieves here.

At this moment, a thief who was drinking by the window saw the little monk passing by the gate of the courtyard with keen eyes, and grabbed him.

"Where did it come from? I took something out of my pocket."

The little novice turned pale from being bluffed, and took out the note in his arms: "Xu Zhai and Wanseng, Kou Yuanwai, have completed their meritorious deeds. Today, four monks from the Tang Dynasty came to the county. Yuanwai plans to do meritorious deeds tomorrow and send them to the Taoist temple. That eminent monk went to Xitian Lingshan, this is a brief note for neighbors and relatives."

The thief opened the note to the candlelight in the house, saw what was written in it, and then sneered and returned it to the little novice monk: "Get out, get out, it's bad luck here to hold such a simple note."

The little novice didn't dare to refute, so he rushed into the night rain with the note in his arms, and left here without looking back.

After he left, the thief sitting by the window took a sip of his drink and looked at the dozen or so brothers in the room: "That Kou Yuanwai's family has a lot of money, these years he will only give that money to monks who can only read scriptures, everyone Do you have the guts to take advantage of the night rain and the people in the county are not on guard, just start here, rob him of some capital, and take a look at the appearance of the monk who made him complete his meritorious deeds."

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