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

After confirming that the person didn't go in, Jueming opened the door, and the person inside the door who had woken up earlier was lying on his side, looking in the direction of the door with two bright black eyes open because his wound had healed.

Facing the people who came in from the door, the mortal monk lying on his side stretched out a hand from under the blanket with a smile, and beckoned to them like a cat: "Brother Jueming, good morning."

"Morning junior, when did you wake up?"

Jueming has not seen this kind of scene of being warmly greeted early in the morning for more than ten years. The originally dreary room becomes more airy than before because of a word from the other party.

"I woke up when I heard you talking to Brother Awakening at the door."

Chen Wei didn't lie, he really heard the door "boom." It seemed that something heavy knocked it, woke up on the spot, and stared at the closed door in bewilderment.

If the shadow falling down the door hadn't been for brother Jueming to speak quickly, he almost thought it was Xuanzang who was fighting with brother Awakening.

"Do you want to drink water, the breakfast in the kitchen will be ready soon."

Jueming opened the teapot that he brought in together just now, poured a cup of tea for Chen Wei and let it cool slightly before handing it to the person on the bed.

Chen Wei was about to sit up and drink while holding the teacup, but before his neck lifted, an extra hand on his shoulder pushed him back.

"Don't move, you're still thinking about what to do when you're injured like this." Jueming pressed his shoulder, brought the teacup back, and motioned him to tilt his head and drink like that.

The human who was held down and unable to move blinked his black eyes, and lifted the quilt innocently: "But my injury is already healed, brother, look."

He quickly removed the gauze wrapped around his body, revealing his body without any scars.

The wound that made Jueming's back feel cold when he saw it yesterday has completely disappeared now.

Jue Ming, who was leaning over with a teacup to hold him down, stared blankly at the intact place: "Is your injury really healed?"

"It's really good." Chen Wei covered the quilt back, sat up in a puff, and took a sip from the teacup by himself, not forgetting to explain to him: "I seem to have become a cockroach, and I will never be caught. The existence that is killed will recover quickly after being injured."

"Boom! Nonsense!"

"Huh?" The monk, who compared himself to a cockroach, covered his beaten head, not understanding why he was beaten?

Jueming beside the bed became like a teapot, "You tell me, brother, who told you this kind of thing? Who taught you that you can recover from injury so that you don't need to take the injury seriously! Awakening taught you , Master Faming taught you, or was it taught by me, brother? Or were you forced to learn such nonsense by the monks in the Huasheng Temple when you were in Chang'an!"

The monk who was being trained was caught off guard by Jueming, and his mind went blank for a while while holding the teacup. After a while, he carefully said: "No one taught me...just talking casually."

"Here." The sound of the wooden stool being dragged over sounded in the room.

Jueming sat on the stool, staring at the little junior who went to Chang'an to practice since he was a teenager, and then went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures for ten years, "Did those three strange-looking monsters outside teach you?" ? There is a brother here, you just say it."

Chen Wei shook his head dumbfoundingly, and coquettishly took the palm of the other party and shook it: "Brother, you think too much, I just talk nonsense and no one taught me."

"Really?" Jueming didn't quite believe it.

"Really not." Chen Wei was very sure.

Jueming, who was over forty years old, slapped his thigh, and his body, which has been doing rough work all year round, was as big as a bull. His body trembled when he slapped it. The heavy-backed monk said in a low voice: "Brother, I believe that you have not been deceived for the time being. Junior brother, you left home early, and you have some ideas without adults following you, which leads to you not knowing where you are growing crooked. Now that your injury is healed, write me a reflection book from today, when will you copy it ten thousand times? Then you go out of this room." The mortal monk who had done his homework from the sky looked at the person in front of him dumbfounded, "Brother, is it too many times ten thousand times, I just said something wrong." After he left Jinshan Temple Have the temple regulations been so strict in the past few years?

Jue Ming's eyes are as bright as a candle, "If you don't write more, you won't understand the importance of the mortal body. As long as you are still my junior, the kind of thing that compares your life to a cockroach must never happen in Jinshan Temple.

Chen Wei, you have to remember that even if a person's head can be recovered in a second, it doesn't mean that everyone can turn a blind eye to his beheading. Brother also doesn't want to feed people who grew up with rice soup. If you suffer this kind of suffering, you still have to pretend that nothing is wrong, no less than [-] times. "

The person sitting on the bed jumped over and hugged the person next to the bed: "Senior Brother Jueming."

Jueming supported him, especially ruthless: "It's useless to act like a baby, don't miss it once."

"But the room is so small, it will take at least a month to write [-] times here, do you have the heart to lock me here every day without seeing the sun?"

Jueming felt that this request was reasonable, so he pushed away the person who rushed towards him, looked at the ghostly face, and quickly picked out the candidate and the place in his mind: "For the sake of admitting your mistake, you are allowed to hide." Jingge, I will let your junior brother watch over you, and I will ask your junior brother to check every hundred times, and if you make a mistake, you will write it three more times."

The coquettish person let go of his hand silently, and stayed away from this fierce senior brother.

Thinking of what he said just now, he tilted his head and looked at Jueming: "I still have a junior brother?"

"There was one, in September of the 13th year of Zhenguan, the master came back from Chang'an and passed outside the city. He picked up a beggar and accepted him as a junior. His name was Jue Wu. Now he is the new abbot of our Jinshan Temple. He has been in the temple for 13 years and now he is only 20 years old. , I will ask him to supervise you to write the reflection book, if you are someone else’s brother, write seriously, otherwise you will be laughed at by your brother, and I will not help you.”

Jueming thought of the youngest junior, looked down at the one in front of him, and laughed out of nowhere, "You two should get along very well."

A confused person did not understand what Jueming's smile meant.

After recovering from his injuries, Chen Wei, who was held in the room for the doctor to watch, was finally freed after lunch.

Brother Jueming asked the famous novice monk to come over with a foot-high piece of Luoyang rice paper. The sun was shining brightly, and the little novice monk wearing a green monk's robe had a happy round face.

Standing tremblingly in front of Chen Wei holding the one-foot-high paper in both hands, he raised his head and opened his mouth with a loud voice: "Uncle San, this is the new Luoyang paper released this year. It's very good to write on for you. Is it in the room or the Buddhist scriptures pavilion?"

When Zhenwu came out of the warehouse, he was stopped by his master and said that he must deliver it to the third master's book case in person.

Chen Wei, who was older than the other party and only a few years old, looked at the papers and felt that his eyes were dark, and he pointed weakly in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion in the distance: "That, that, send it there."

Zhenwu held the paper without moving, looked up at him: "Please third uncle first."

Chen Wei: "..."

After a stick of incense, two figures, one big and one small, headed towards the Sutra-Depository Pavilion. The entire Sutra-Depository Pavilion was also cleaned up and wiped clean by a dozen or so young novice monks. The four treasures of the study on the large case table are enough for people to write here for three years.

When he arrived at the door of the Sutra Pavilion, Zhenwu finally stopped walking slowly behind Chen Wei, and quickly put the one-foot-thick new paper by the table, and went to say hello to Juewu who was in front of Manjushri Bodhisattva.

"Abbot, the third uncle is here."

Juewu turned around and looked at the figure stepping in from the door facing the light.

In the past few days, it was the first time he saw that face clearly from the front. It was a face with all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy on the bright side.

At the first glance, people will see his outstanding appearance, and at the second glance, people will involuntarily react to the vivid expressions on his face.

"Good afternoon, third senior brother. Senior brother Jueming asked me to come over and supervise your writing of the reflection book."

After Jue Wu finished speaking, he saw two words appearing brightly on that face, "Excessive!"

It seems that it is really too much for the younger brother to supervise the older brother to write a review.

Chen Wei walked around the Four Treasures of the Study, which seemed to hurt people's eyes, and walked up to the monk in front of the Bodhisattva Golden Elephant, "Are you Jue Wu?"

"it's me."

"Brother, brother, I have been studying Buddhist scriptures in the West for so many years, and I haven't used a brush for too long. This reflection book may be written very slowly. I heard that you are now an abbot, and you should be very busy every day. Why don't you go and help me? It’s all right here.” Chen Wei blinked desperately, using his eyes to signal the other party to turn on the water.

Juewu had a nonchalant smile on his face: "Brother, don't worry, in order to welcome the brother back, Jinshan Temple has decided to close the door to welcome visitors for a month, and the brother just happens to be free recently."

After he finished speaking the last word, that face collapsed three points, the sword eyebrows were raised, and there was a little more smile in Jue Wumei's eyes.

Suddenly I understood the feelings of the two senior brothers and the master, Yueyue, cleaning that room.

With such a brother by his side every day, no one can't help but feel a little lighter.

The person who won the title of cute didn't feel happy at all, and all the good words didn't let the junior let go, so he could only sit in front of the desk obediently, studying ink and writing introspection.

The ink researcher sat cross-legged on the ground, his head was still looking around restlessly, looking at this scripture-depositing pavilion that he hadn't been to for more than ten years.

Looking at it this way, I really saw something coming out.

"Brother, what are those?"

Chen Wei pointed to the four huge boxes in the side hall of the Sutra Pavilion. Those boxes were almost one foot high, and they were placed in a dark space in the side hall.

Juewu sat on the futon one meter away from him, heard the sound, looked around and saw the four suitcases, and frowned: "That is the scripture brought back from Lingshan."

"??? Didn't send them to Chang'an?" Chen Wei stared at the huge box, never expecting that Xuanzang didn't send these things away at all.

"No."

After Juewu finished speaking, the person beside him who was still studying ink had already stood up and ran out in stride. Before he left, he still made a promise to him: "I'll come back and write these when I'm done."

He had to look for the three apprentices and Xuanzang first. How could he put the scriptures that he finally retrieved back here casually, and teach the Eastern Tang Dynasty as promised.

The author has something to say: Jue Wu: Brother is very interesting and makes people happy.

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 1 curling autumn wind;

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