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

Chen Wei put down the scriptures in his hands, and only when he was about to stand up did he know exactly how long he had read them.

Because his leg is numb.

There are no stools in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and they are all made of three-centimeter-high straws that are kneaded and woven into ropes, and then wound round and round to form a prototype, and a thin cushion is placed on top of it.

After sitting here in the afternoon, he basically didn't move his position. Now he wanted to stand up, and his legs, which had been crossed all afternoon, struck on the spot.

The person who was about to stand up slipped down on the spot, frantically trying to find something to support him, two arms stretched over his waist to support him.

"Hiss... so sour."

Chen Wei pressed the broad shoulders in front of him to support his slippery body, gasping for cold air and carefully shaking his two numb legs.

Move a little, and the two legs that have not moved that afternoon will feel a sore and numb feeling from the toes to the spine.

"Next time, can we put a few stools here? I suspect that after sitting for such a long time every day, I may become paralyzed early due to blocked blood vessels. There is a saying that if you don't care when you are young, you will regret it when you are old. Have you heard it .”

"I haven't heard of it, you made it up now?" The Buddha who supported him held him in front of him, bent down and pinched his shaking left leg, and pressed his fingers on the leg a few times along the acupuncture points.

A certain person whose half-disabled leg healed all of a sudden, immediately changed his hand to support the person in front of him, and stretched out the other leg: "I forgot how to say the original sentence, so I made this up now. Anyway, as long as you can understand, help me here too."

That hand landed on his other leg as he wished, pinching the acupoints to dredge his lower limbs where he usually sits and does not move.

When someone helped pinch his leg, Chen Wei himself stopped shaking his leg blindly. He rested one arm on Jin Chanzi's shoulder, hooked his shoulder with a good posture of two brothers, and turned sideways to look at the person who pinched his leg: " If you are not a monk, there must be beautiful girls passing by your door every day, and when you reach the marriageable age, the matchmaker will step on the threshold of your house, do you believe it?"

The hand pinching the acupuncture point was released, and the other party straightened up and let go of the person on his body. His cold eyes fell on the similar face and swept away: "If you don't believe me, the matchmaker will only go to you first."

Compared with myself, everyone likes Chen Wei more since childhood.

Even if he is ten or a hundred times more proficient in Buddhism than the other party, the other party is ten or even a hundred times better than himself in terms of being liked by others.

A certain mortal slapped his head and grinned brightly: "You are right, but if you still have a chance to become vulgar, what would you like?"

"Stand up straight, try walking a few steps by yourself." Jin Chanzi let go of his hand, letting someone who was patronizing the conversation walk up by himself.

Chen Wei subconsciously stomped on the ground with both feet. The tingling feeling just now disappeared completely, and he stood on the ground with two legs straight.

After confirming that he could leave, Jin Chanzi went to blow out the oil lamp on the desk, and took the lead to walk outside the door: "Go back, I haven't seen you all afternoon during the day, I'm afraid you're making a fuss in the yard."

Chen Wei came out of the Sutra Pavilion together with him, and the young monk guarding the door silently performed Buddhist rituals to them and left quietly.

Someone looked away from the monk, caught up with the person in front and continued to talk: "You haven't answered the question I just asked."

"have not thought."

Jin Chanzi never thought about this question.

"Then think about it now, think about what kind of person you will like." Chen Wei waved his hand and planned the direction for the other party on the spot: "Anyway, there is nothing to do when I go back now, I quite like chatting with you like this , is more interesting than talking in a diary."

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the two figures walking side by side under the moonlight, the shadows were dragged long, followed by the walking pace, and then they separated and rejoined several times, and then stuck together.

Hearing this question, Fozi subconsciously looked at the people around him, with a calm expression and a calm tone: "It seems that there is no one else except you."

When he was on the bodhi tree, he remembered the silent world and the tree under his feet before he opened his spiritual wisdom.

After a long time, there was a figure under the tree, and Sakyamuni began to sit under the tree and practice Buddhahood. As his reputation grew, there were more and more gods and Buddhas under the tree.

But these people, for it on the tree, the only thing left is the noise day and night.

It is also the same after being driven down to the mortal world by the Tathagata. Although he has no memory, since the first life, he has walked and become alone in every life. He died on the road after less than ten thousand miles on the way to learn the scriptures. .

Back and forth nine times, all the same.

Until the tenth life, one day he found that his things had been moved in the room, and there was still evidence left by someone aboveboard on the table, and there was an extra spider with many legs.

The mortal monk striding forward raised his eyes and rolled his eyes at the Buddha beside him: "This kind of thing is not called liking, it's called habit. If you live with another person for 20 years, you will also like him."

"No." Jin Chanzi is very sure of this. He and Sakyamuni have been together for thousands of years, one on the tree and the other under the tree. When he saw the man preaching scriptures under the tree, he still didn't like him .

Otherwise, it would not be possible for him to fall asleep while the man was lecturing, and Tathagata would make excuses for him to descend to the mortal world to survive the catastrophe.

Chen Wei didn't believe a single word of this, and secretly slandered us on our ten-year journey to learn scriptures, but countless monsters said that you were single in ten lifetimes, you must not understand such things, so you don't need to pretend in front of him.

After all, he has been single for two lifetimes.

Thinking about it this way, the two of them are miserable.

The mortal monk wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, trying to see if he was crying.

"What's wrong with the eyes?" Jin Chanzi came back to his senses and saw him wiping the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

"I want to cry, I feel so miserable." I am obviously not a monk, but I can't grow hair on my head. Fortunately, I am wearing a monk's uniform. Otherwise, if I walk on the road in ordinary clothes, I am afraid that I will be suspected of being bald at a young age. It must be a genetic problem.

Jin Chanzi: "———" Is it a miserable thing to be liked by him?

The originally harmonious atmosphere became weird, but fortunately the guest house was close at hand, when Chen Wei opened the door, he was caught by Bai Jian who jumped over to face him.

"Chen Wei, you are finally back!"

Bai Jian climbed onto his shoulder nimbly, and still didn't forget to look out the door, and he relaxed completely after seeing another bad monk coming back: "You and the bad monk have been together all afternoon, have you? You can't take me with you, I'm so bored being left in the room by you."

"I'll take you with me next time, where is Hu Jiu?"

Chen Wei held it and looked around but couldn't find his other pet.

The little golden tail pointed to the far direction outside the door; "That red fox is going to see that golden carp spirit."

"Carp spirit?" Jin Chanzi showed a trace of confusion on his face when he timed it precisely: "Why did you bring back another monster?"

Regarding this monster, Chen Wei didn't know how to explain it to him, so he could only say vaguely: "I met it when I went shopping in the city, and it was being caught by two fishermen to give to a fortune-teller. It bought it while calling for help in the barrel, and it will be fine to send it to the river tomorrow."

Jin Chanzi's snow-capped eyes fell on his face, as if to see how many more lies he could make up.

"You go take a shower first, I'll go and see Fox Jiu." Chen Wei met those eyes, always feeling that the lie he told was about to be exposed by others, so he quickly avoided his gaze and pushed the person away, and he followed suit. Go out and run in the direction of the well.

Bai Jian squatted on his shoulder, turned around, and looked at the bad monk behind him who was still standing at the door.

The other party backed out from the door, turned his head expressionlessly and glanced this way, just in time to meet Bai Jian's pair of light golden eyes.

In the dead of night, only the sound of Chen Wei's running footsteps echoed in his ears, surrounded by the lanterns hung by the monks of Huasheng Temple after dark.

In the dim world, when those cool and cold eyes met it, Bai Jian turned around as quickly as if his butt was burned on the spot, and pointed his tail at the bad monk.

"What are you doing walking around?"

Chen Wei had already arrived at the well, and noticed that the white space on his shoulder was turning around for a while, so he couldn't understand it.

"The paws are a little itchy." Bai Jian found an excuse, not daring to say that he was intimidated by that bad monk's eyes.

Hu Jiu was squatting by the well, holding a vegetable leaf in her hand and feeding the golden carp.

Seeing Chen Wei come back, he stuffed the whole green vegetable leaves into the carp's mouth, stood up with his hind limbs, his slender eyes bent into a slit; "I fed it food, and now it's too busy to eat. not talking anymore!"

Chen Wei walked to the wooden barrel and looked down into the water.

I saw the golden carp that had been in the barrel during the day, with its mouth almost open to the size of an egg. Its mouth was full of vegetables, and there was a piece of vegetable root that couldn't be stuffed in. swallowing down.

Chen Wei, who came here to ask the other party about outside news, saw the scene of eating and broadcasting, and forgot what he wanted to ask for a while.

"Is it that hungry?"

Hu Jiu shook her big tail affirmatively: "I forgot to feed it during the day, so it's only the first meal now, so I must be very hungry."

"Forget it, change the water for it once and let it continue to live in it. Let's go to the Jing River tomorrow and let it go."

Regarding such a carp essence that can be easily crushed, Chen Wei had no idea other than to inquire about some news. Seeing that the other party was busy eating, he probably didn't have time to answer his questions, so he had to fetch a bucket of water with a bucket. , Changed a bucket of water in the barrel and left.

"Baijian, won't you sleep in the big tree with me at night? We still have bamboo baskets."

Hu Jiu looked at the golden lizard squatting on Chen Wei's shoulder, and the little red fox had a charming smile on his face: "You said you liked that bamboo basket very much this afternoon, remember?"

Bai Jian, who never said anything at all, looked at the smiling fox face, and slid down Chen Wei's shoulders with chills on his back. He obediently walked towards the other party and did not forget to explain to Chen Wei: "You go, I decided to be a An independent monster, I won't sleep with you anymore."

The clingy pet suddenly grows up overnight, why does it want to be independent?

Chen Wei didn't think about this question until he met Xuanzang when he returned to his room, "Do you think it's strange?"

"Perhaps Hu Jiu is also a monster. There must be more talk between monsters."

"Is that so?" Chen Wei felt a sense of loss that the child would leave his old father when he grew up.

The author has something to say: Sakyamuni: lying innocently in a wooden warehouse.

感谢在2021-04-2023:54:11~2021-04-2122:49:36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 who cast the mine: 1 Yimen Gate;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Ciyuan; 20 bottles of Swaying; 17 bottles of the daughter-in-law of the old Wang’s next door; 10 bottles of ela; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!