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

Jin Chanzi really didn't think about this question before. He originally only thought of translating by himself, but now Chen Wei asked him a little curiously: "Do you want to talk to Huang Xingjun?

A certain person couldn't answer this question immediately, so he turned his head and looked at the four scriptures that looked like hills, with a troubled expression on his face: "I think so, but there are really too many of them." die.

It is impossible to translate these scriptures in ten or eight years.

Knowing that he wanted to be with him, Jin Chanzi changed his mind and said, "The monks in the Tansheng Temple learn Sanskrit and let them translate."

The person who was still frowning one second loosened his frown the next second, "That's a good idea! Let's do it this way."

As long as it's not his job, he can say anything.

The mortal monks came back to life again, and went to the side to eat the vegetarian table that was carefully prepared for them.

In the east pavilion, the door is hung with colorful embroidery, the ground is lined with red carpet, there are gold plates and white jade bowls everywhere, on the table are sweet mushrooms, fresh sea vegetables, fungus tofu skin, walnut persimmons, everything is available, everything is missing, Chen Wei One person sat alone next to someone poured wine and tea for him.

He looks exactly the same appearance as the holy monk who learned the scriptures, and he came from heaven with the holy monk.

When the civil and military officials in the hall met his eyes, they all raised their glasses politely to toast. Chen Wei picked up the cup with the aroma of wine on the table, thinking that it would be okay to take a sip, right?

When he finished thinking about the wine in the glass, he swallowed it all. It was the first time in his life that he drank it in one gulp, and he only felt the fragrance of lychees in his mouth.

The eyes of the person holding the wine glass lit up, and his black eyes quickly turned to the boy serving him, who intelligently picked up the wine pot and filled it up for him.

He was drinking the lychee wine here, not far away Xuanzang had already opened his suitcase, took out the customs clearance certificate and sent it to the front of the hall.

"How many scriptures did the holy monk get back?" Taizong sat on the hall looking at the scriptures that looked like four hills, and asked people the number of these scriptures.

"There are a total of "San Zang" scriptures, including "Tian" collection, "Earth" collection, and "Ghost" collection, a total of 35 volumes, with a total of 140 volumes. They are all scriptures for cultivation. , geography, characters, flowers and trees, animals, utensils, everything is available."

Taizong was overjoyed, "Okay, okay! The holy monk traveled far to the west to gather food and servants for the poor. I don't know how far it is from Chang'an to Naling Mountain?"

Jin Chanzi was standing below, wearing brocade cassock, with a peaceful face: "The Bodhisattva once said that this road is one hundred and eight thousand miles away, and he passed through several countries on the road, and all of them have their seals on the customs clearance documents."

The imperial guards on the side sent the document for customs clearance to the front of the hall on the spot. Taizong opened the document. There were seals of Baoxiang State, Chechi State Seal, Xiliang Women State Seal, Wuji State Seal, Biqiu State Seal, and Tianzhu State Seal on the document. country seal

Sitting below, Chen Wei drank one cup after another of lychee wine, while listening to the conversation between Xuanzang and Taizong over there, his eyes gradually became foggy.

Seeing Xuanzang standing there talking with Taizong about learning Buddhist scriptures, he was laughing silly while holding his wine glass.

"Burning, turning, slanting, and slanting, you really succeeded in learning from the scriptures." The drunk man gnawed on the edge of the empty wine glass, squinted at the face that was exactly like himself not far away, and was satisfied no matter how he looked.

The boy who served beside him was serving an immortal for the first time in his life. After seeing that the immortal liked lychee wine, he was even more joyful and kept filling it for him.

Until the jug in his hand was empty, the fairy sitting in front of the case seemed to get drunk too.

Holding the jug, the little boy carefully picked up the fragrant tea that was left on the table, and poured a cup for the fairy.

"Sir, please drink some tea."

The elder fairy sitting in front of the case turned his head obediently, his eyes fell on his face with confusion, and then slowly moved to the cup in his hand, he reached out to catch it obediently, raised his head and drank it down, and then licked his tongue: "It's not as good as just now."

Not as sweet as the lychee just now.

The little boy didn't even dare to pour him the fragrant tea, he stood beside him in a panic, sweating profusely on his forehead.

"What's up with him?"

After the Thanksgiving banquet was over, Jin Chanzi came over and saw the flustered boy standing next to Chen Wei.

The little boy holding the teapot looked at the face of the holy monk, which was exactly the same as that of the head of the fairy, and knelt down in a panic to ask his guilt: "It's all because the villain poured too much lychee wine for the head of the fairy, and the head of the fairy seems to be drunk. "

The fairy elder who was drunk next door was not actually drunk, he just felt his body limp and his consciousness was light, and he felt as relaxed as if he was about to fly. When he heard Xiao Tong say that he was drunk, he would automatically stand up and explain.

One foot stepped out and swayed, and the person who was trying to stand still tried to pull up the boy who was kneeling on the ground: "Young monk is not drunk, don't lie down so low, just hang around and pat him!

The person who said he was not drunk, stood straight in front of the wine boy, only knowing that he stretched out his hands and scratched in the void, as if he was pulling people up in this way.

"You go back."

Jin Chanzi raised one arm and put it in front of the palm that was trying to pull him up, the other party really grabbed his arm, moved closer to him, squinted his eyes and stared at his face carefully. After looking at it for a few seconds, he suddenly grinned: "You look like Meng Yuding!

"Is it not good?" Fozi raised his eyebrows and asked him.

The mortal monk in front of him let go of his hand, trying to walk on his own, with his chin raised narcissistically as he walked, proud of himself: "Of course, after all, when you grow up, you will grow up every time you blow the evening, and the training will play with you." Good luck, it looks good to lie with Chisami."

Searching through all the memories of the tenth life, Fozi did not find out that this person had such narcissistic thoughts about his face.

It seems that the diary is still too small, and the other party still hasn't told him about some things.

For example, he was very satisfied with this face, but he never knew it.

The banquet was over, and Jin Chanzi grabbed the staggered man, "You're drunk, oh!

The person who put all his energy on how to straighten the twisted road fell over after being pulled like this, with half of his body sticking to Jin Chanzi's shoulder, feeling that the mortal monk who was borrowing the force did not leave on the spot.

Tilting his neck to see what the guy he was borrowing from looked like, he was relieved when he saw the face that looked exactly like his own, and the whole body was relieved: "Sleep for a while and use your body Bar."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep without hesitation.

There are still many ministers of civil and military affairs who have not left in the hall, and seeing this scene from the corner of the eye, I don't know whether to go up to help.

Fortunately, the holy monk didn't let them think about it for too long, and the person who was supporting him disappeared from the hall without a trace.

The Four Vajras and the three disciples waiting in mid-air, were bored when they heard Jin Chanzi flashing in front of his eyes and then disappeared: "Go to Huasheng Temple, it is said that Du Jiangqin will let you stay here." .”

On the roof of Huasheng Temple, two temple spirits, one large and one small, appeared from the sky full of auspiciousness, just like two carved beasts on the eaves, looking at the direction of the palace motionless.

When the rich auspicious clouds came out of the palace and floated towards Huasheng Temple, the two temple spirits quickly got off the roof and ran towards the gate of Huasheng Temple.

Outside the gate, Elder Fazheng led all the monks, big and small, of Huasheng Temple to stand outside the gate in new clothes, waiting for the holy monk to descend from the sky, and everyone greeted him with joy.

Fazheng stood at the front to greet the return of the holy monk. Seeing another holy monk who was still supporting him in his arms, he welcomed him into the mountain gate without any panic.

"The poor monk still has three disciples. In order to save my parents, I will find out all the people who are proficient in Sanskrit in Huasheng Temple, and prepare ten smart disciples to teach Sanskrit from Ming Dynasty."

Jin Chanzi leaned the sleeping person into his arms, and said, "Where is the room?"

"This way." Fazheng, as the elder in charge of all matters of Huasheng Temple, knew what the monk cared about most at a glance, and invited him into the side room that he had prepared long ago without saying much on the spot.

He left his selected disciples in the yard, waiting for the order of the holy monk at any time, and hurried out to inform the crowd to meet the three disciples of the holy monk.

Fortunately, the entire Huasheng Temple had been cleaned in advance. In order to keep the holy monk from being disturbed, several nearby courtyards were vacated in advance. Soon Wukong brought Wu Neng and his three brothers to the entrance of Huasheng Temple.

As soon as he came to the door, the great monk who came out of the mountain gate greeted him with a peaceful face and clasped his hands: "The three elders, please come in and rest quickly. The holy monk has ordered in advance, and the Fusheng Temple has also prepared a room for you to eat and drink." .”

"Let's go, my old pig has been waiting for Master in the sky for half a day, and he is full in the palace, oh my dear!

As soon as Wu Neng heard that there was something to eat, he pushed the monkey in front and wanted to go in.

Inside the mountain gate, Chang Guang hugged Shi Sang who looked like a fox, and looked at the three ugly monsters outside the gate.

Shi Sang hugged her big tail tightly, full of disappointment: "I never thought that the holy monk would accept such an ugly monster as his apprentice on the way to learn the scriptures. I should have known that I would let him go to the West together."

"You can't be judged by appearances. They are surrounded by auspicious auspiciousness and have cultivated positive results. Be careful." Chang Guang swept over the three disciples with eyes like water, and walked back with Shi Sang in his arms: "He just came back and went to the palace for a banquet. I don't think I have time to see you, wait until tomorrow."

I have been waiting for ten years, and it doesn't matter if I wait one more day.

Here they were talking about meeting the holy monk tomorrow. In the courtyard where they had already lived, Chen Wei was put on the bed, and those who touched the soft bedding were rolled up and fell asleep again.

Jin Chanzi, who saw him lying down before going out, stood outside the door and looked at the disciple guarding in the distance, "Bring a basin of clear water over here."

After receiving a basin of clear water, the person who turned back to the room saw that the person who was lying down just now had already sat in front of the desk, lying on the desk and writing something on the paper with drunken eyes.

Jin Chanzi walked up behind him and looked at what was written on the paper of the person sitting here from above.

"Whispering wine, so sweet, you must like it, drink it on the road when you leave."

The person who finished writing this line in a daze, dropped the pen and climbed back into bed, rolled up the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

Leaving the Buddha in front of the desk, facing the piece of paper alone, he couldn't tell whether this person was really drunk or pretended to be drunk.

The author has something to say: The three brothers and sisters: We will never be good-looking in this life, right?

感谢在2021-04-1423:55:18~2021-04-1522:13:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 36 bottles of Song in the Cloud;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!