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

A memory about Xuanzang appeared in Jin Chanzi's mind, and he recognized the wrinkled man in front of him.

"Brother Jueming."

"Xuanzang is really back!"

As soon as Jueming heard that cold tone, he ran over happily, walked around him a few times and looked at the people beside him.

"Ten years ago, you went to Xitian Lingshan to obtain scriptures from Huasheng Temple. We haven't seen each other for ten years. Who are these?"

Jueming looked at the monkey, the pig demon, and the tall one behind the junior brother, and thought that these three must be Chen Wei's good friends, and no one would run around the street with such things except him.

"Apprentice." Jin Chanzi replied.

"Walk around, go in and tell me, your room has been reserved for you for ten years, yesterday you awakened senior brother to clean and dry the quilt for you, why did you come back? Why haven't we heard of it."

Jueming had seen enough people, and couldn't wait to put his back on his back and point to the mountain gate not far away, and let him see it clearly with a smile on his face: "The Jinshan Temple has been built bigger and bigger all these years, and now this mountain It's all ours."

Jin Chanzi was walking beside him. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at the surrounding valleys. The bell and drum towers are high, and the pagoda is steep.

There is not much similarity to the mountain gate, a ruined temple, and the Jinshan Temple where four monks worry about food.

Jueming walked side by side on the steps with him, caught a glimpse of the confused look on his face and smiled and said: "Is it a little unfamiliar, we only had one door at the beginning, and the poor ones were directly called three doors. Later, Mr. Zhang Dashan donated again. A lot of sesame oil money, the old master said that the inside can be unchanged, but the three gates of Buddhism must be built, so the first one to be rebuilt is here, and the inside has not changed much."

While talking, they stepped into the middle of the two gates. The surroundings were lonely and dust-free, pure and righteous. A group of monks came out from the two gates. A pair of monk shoes often store eight treasures, a walking stick embedded in mica, and his wrinkled face is supported by several young disciples.

"Master!"

Jueming saw the person coming, and ran over with a flash of light, pointing to the position behind him excitedly: "Junior brother is back!"

Elder Fa Ming raised his dim eyes, and listened to the words of the big apprentice with some deafness: "What? Isn't your junior brother in the abbot hall?"

"It's not that junior brother, it's Xuanzang, our little Jiangliu is back."

Jueming stepped aside, raised his arm and let him look in the direction he was pointing.

Jin Chanzi stood where he was, looking at the photo of Elder Fa Ming, whom he hadn't seen in ten years, and had turned into such an old, dim-eyed, weak and frail appearance.

"Xiaojiangliu, is it really Xiaojiangliu?"

Elder Faming finally heard what Jueming said, looking at the expressionless face, he remembered it all at once, shivering and pushing Jueming away, leaning on his crutches and staggering towards him.

All the way to the front, looking up at this young man who has grown taller than himself and has fully grown up, he grinned and showed a mouthful of loose teeth: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

He thought that this boy would not be able to come back after failing to learn the scriptures. These years, they have exchanged letters with Huasheng Temple every year. There are tens of thousands of foreign businessmen in Chang'an City, and every foreign businessman who enters Chang'an City is imprisoned The monk inquired about where the Lingshan Mountain was.

Year after year, everyone thought they would come back in three years at the most, but three years after three years, the apprentices who were released were like wild cats that had been let go, and no news came back.

In the eighth year, everyone agreed that Xuanzang might have died on the way to learn Buddhist scriptures, and Huasheng Temple no longer sent people to ask those foreign businessmen if they had encountered the monk from the Tang Dynasty in their country.

Only Jinshan Temple in Jiangzhou spends a lot of money for sesame oil every year, and tries its best to inquire about the news.

Some people said they had seen it, some people said they had only heard about it but had never seen it, but no one said he was dead. Elder Fa Ming thought about it.

Unexpectedly, after ten years, I finally saw Xuanzang and came back again.

"What are you crying for?" Jin Chanzi looked at Elder Fa Ming who was crying in front of him, and coldly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"Excited, anyway, you ate so much rice from my Jinshan Temple, and you are still waiting for you to pay me back the sesame oil money. If you really die on the road, no one will pay me the money."

Elder Fa Ming took the veil roughly, wiped it on his face a few times, and then waved his hand: "Go, go back to the room and tell Master about your experiences over the past few years."

Jin Chanzi looked up at the strange young monks around him. He also had some things to avoid asking Elder Fa Ming.

A group of people went to the courtyard where Faming lived now. The houses in the courtyard were very old, but the doors and windows looked new.

Wukong touched the doors and windows with his golden cudgel, and muttered in a low voice: "The temple where Master lived in the past was too poor to tear down the doors and windows to use as firewood?"

Jin Chanzi glanced at the half-new window. In his memory, there was a black spider bigger than the house running rampant in Jinshan Temple. The four of them, master and apprentice, hid in this room, watching each other crash After breaking the door panel and window, he got stuck on the window frame and screamed for help.

"Come in and sit, come in and sit."

Jueming pushed open both doors and warmly invited them in to sit down and chat.

Sand Monk and Wu Neng put the four boxes of scriptures on their shoulders in the yard. The suitcases are like hills, and the young monks who pass by here can't help but look over there.

The news that the senior brother and uncle who learned the Buddhist scriptures came back from the Lingshan Mountain in Xitian spread throughout the entire Jinshan Temple in the blink of an eye.

After hearing the news, the abbot of Jinshan Temple, who was chanting scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, asked people to see off the guests on the spot, and then closed the door to thank the guests and sealed off the entire Jinshan Temple from top to bottom.

After finishing all this, he returned to the Sutra Pavilion. Juewu just entered the Sutra Pavilion when he saw a black spider the size of a peanut jumping non-stop on his futon.

"Aren't Uncle Hei going to see that senior brother?" Juewu pulled the futon beside him and sat down, wondering why he talked about that senior brother Jiang Liu every day, but why he didn't go to meet him after he came back.

"Ahhh! My homework! My homework seems to be unfinished!"

Xiao Hei is about to go crazy, he has done his homework for so long and he is only a little bit short, and every time he comforts himself that he still has time, anyway, no one knows where it is in that western sky, so he will start writing after two days of playing.

Two days and two days later, he hadn't finished writing yet, but Jiang Liu came back.

Jue Wu, the current abbot of Jinshan Temple, grabbed it from the futon and comforted him: "Perhaps my brother has been away for so long, and he has already forgotten your homework. As long as you don't take the initiative to mention it, he won't bother to ask."

"Really?" Xiao Hei didn't believe it, Jiang Liu, who couldn't sleep well, was super strict.

"Really, if you don't believe me, go and find him now." Jue Wu got up and sent it to the door of the scripture storage pavilion: "He is in the master's room right now."

Xiao Hei believed it decisively, and skipped and danced all the way to Elder Faming's room.

In Faming's room, the atmosphere was not as beautiful as the outside world thought.

Awakening just rushed over after receiving the news, and before he even sat down, he heard that Chen Wei was missing, "What! Why did you lose him, and where did you lose him? You came back by yourself without looking for it!"

"Throw it in the Tongtian River, search for it, but can't find it. This is the five-party ghost sentence in the Netherland Realm. My apprentice went to snatch their life and death book. There is only my name on it and no Chen Wei, so I brought them back to think about it." Ask Master, where did you find me and Chen Wei back then, let's go to the place where we were born and ask Wufang Ghost Judge to write Chen Wei's name on it." Jin Chanzi answered the question of awakening without changing his face. , and at the same time explained his purpose.

Awakening looked at the five people whose faces he felt were dark just now, and then glanced at the paper bag that the junior brother was holding in his hand, feeling a little thumping in his heart. Both life and death can be captured.

"Amitabha, I picked you up from the river below Jinshan Temple. I will take you there now."

Elder Faming stood up holding his crutches, and was about to go out to take them there.

Wufang Guipan, who had been in the world for almost a whole day, was still depressed. Hearing this, he looked around at the mortals in the room, and carefully raised his palms, motioning for everyone to look at them.

"Are you really sure that there is a second person named Chen Wei here?"

Fa Ming was stunned, and shook his head while leaning on his crutches: "In the old monk's Jinshan Temple, there is only one young apprentice named Chen Wei. From the beginning to the end, Chen Wei is Chen Wei himself, and Xuanzang is Xuanzang. Although they use the same body, We can still tell the difference between two people."

Wufang Guishang looked blankly at the confused faces of his colleagues, and with some headaches signaled the holy monk to return the life and death note to them first.

The five people gathered together, put the judge pens in their hands together, merged into one, and tried to write the word Chen Wei on the life and death book again.

In the room, everyone held their breath and looked at the words that were being formed on the life and death book. When the last stroke was drawn, everyone just breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that name instantly turned into ink blobs.

"Ghost judge, why can't I write it!" Wukong picked up the golden cudgel on the spot and asked Wufang ghost judge to speak clearly.

The ghost judge frowned, looked at the book of life and death, and pondered for a long time under the gaze of everyone before opening his mouth carefully: "This kind of situation happens occasionally. The elder said that Chen Wei and the holy monk were one body and two souls since childhood. After this kind of relationship has been maintained for many years, it will show a balanced effect, and it belongs to one person in the life and death book, but the holy monk said that Chen Wei was lost in Tongtian River, in fact, there is another possibility."

Having said this, Wufang Ghost Judge didn't dare to speak.

Jin Chanzi stared sharply at the Wufang Guipan from the Netherworld, and said coldly, "Speak."

"The holy monk has officially conferred Zhantan Gongde Buddha after obtaining the scriptures... The power is so powerful that it directly broke the balance of this one body and two souls. That soul may be directly absorbed by you to become one. Since then, there will be no saint with one body and two souls in the world." Monk, you are alone, you are him, and he is you."

The four masters and apprentices present were all at this moment, thinking of the light of merit that fell from the sky when they became Buddhas on the top of Lingshan Mountain.

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