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

Yang Jian, who has [-] grass-headed gods under his command, is very good at managing his subordinates. He took a piece of paper and charcoal again and moved them in front of him. They are divided into three grades, those who have never harmed people, those who have eaten people, and those who are vicious and vicious. You can’t just suppress and persecute them blindly, but you can choose how to govern them according to their grade.”

"If you like, you can also classify all the monsters in the world into a booklet." Xuanzang could see that Chen Wei liked this matter very much, so he didn't post it correctly, but followed his train of thought. .

"It's like The Classic of Mountains and Seas!" Chen Wei's eyes lit up, "I once read a book of mountains and seas, in which many monsters were written very vaguely, and the geographical location is also 180 miles to the southwest, called Baoshan, and there is a lot of gold on it. There is a finned snipe, which looks like a chicken and has red hair. It has three tails, six legs, and four heads. After thinking about it, I can't figure out whether this animal is a single mutant or the whole race looks like this special."

"The monster you describe sounds like you, and my grandson has never seen it." Wukong also heard for the first time that chickens have three tails and four heads.

Xuanzang glanced at him, then turned to look at Yang Jian and asked, "How long is Zhenjun Erlang going to stay in Chang'an this time?"

On the opposite side of the long table, Erlang Shen, who was sitting with Chen Wei, counted his fingers and said, "I can only come out for three months and I will go back once. During these three months, I can help you catch monsters as much as you want."

"Thank you, I'll give you half of the monkey wine in Lianhuayuan, I hope you don't mind it." Hearing that Yang Jian was going to live here for three months, Chen Wei was the happiest person.

After discussing things well, several people came out of the Sutra Pavilion together. On the way back to Lianhuayuan, they saw monks, big and small, standing under the tree, chanting sutras and debating Buddha.

The last time Yang Jian came to Chang'an City was decades ago, and he just passed by here at the beginning, and had a quick glance.

Now when I walk in Huasheng Temple, I can see the picture of the monks wholeheartedly devoted to the Buddha wherever I go. I can’t help feeling: "After Mahayana Buddhism entered the Eastern Tang Dynasty, I am afraid it will never leave again. The monks all over the place A water and land conference will spread what we have seen and heard today to the world, and those ten thousand scriptures will enlighten the world, and from now on, even the heavens in the three realms will have to bow to the Buddhas of the Western Paradise."

Just as Chen Wei was about to speak, he saw with sharp eyes that the red thread on his wrist was being pulled hard. He looked forward, and Xuanzang, who was walking in front of him, had his back turned to him, not knowing what he was doing.

The red thread on the wrist was not released until Lianhuayuan. Chen Wei gave Yang Jian the house in the east, and Wukong lived in the west.

After settling them down, he pulled the red thread back to the house where he and Xuanzang lived.

This place has changed a lot from a few days ago. There are several more loose chairs in the room, and there are many more exotic items on the Duobao Pavilion, and there are two more small fish tanks in front of the desk.

There are a few cute little fishes in it, and there is an extra 1.5-meter-long soft couch by the window, and the low stool beside it is full of novels and travel books that Chen Wei likes to read.

Even though he was busy these few days, he only saw Xuanzang take it out, but he didn't look through it once.

The person who stepped into the room arrived at the desk in two steps in three steps, leaning on the table with both hands and bending over to look at the diary paper that was being written down.

When Xuanzang wrote a character, he recited it.

"How do you get together with people from the heavens? Do you still want to take in another apprentice after the three apprentices have left?" The person who finished reading the last word relaxed his palms supporting the table, and the person whose upper body was lying on the table , hold down the diary with your fingers and drag it towards you.

When he got to the front, he took the pen in Xuanzang's hand and wrote after the above sentence: "I don't want to accept it anymore, but I met him on the street and helped us catch that fake fortune teller. Don't like him?"

After finishing writing, the diary was pushed in front of Xuanzang.

The person with his chin resting on the desk looked at each other with a smile on his face.

The two of them could speak clearly, and they were in the same room, but they started to communicate with pen and ink.

You said what I said, and a diary that hadn't been used for many days was pushed back and forth between the two of them.

Xuanzang glanced at the contents of the diary, directly held Chen Wei's right hand holding the pen, with the palm against the back of his hand, and wrote his answer upside down.

"No." Chen Wei looked at the writing that was passively written by his hand, took out his free left hand and reached to the opposite side, pinching the cheek that was exactly the same as his but without a smile.

"Is that what you call it? The only thing you have written on your face is unhappy." Chen Wei pinched this face for the first time, and it felt very interesting.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own, it was slightly distorted because one of his hands pinched his cheek, coupled with Xuanzang's expression of letting him play tricks, people couldn't help but want to coax him more .

The palm on Xuanzang's face changed from pinching to holding, and Chen Wei looked closely at the unhappy holy monk: "Brother, don't be angry, okay, I also treated you to candied haws today, look at the candied haws. Can you do it on your face?"

The Buddha, who has lived for thousands of years, sat blankly on the chair in front of the desk, his eyes fell on the face that was so close to him, and he listened to the persuasive voice that was as soft as rootless water.

"Your face seems to be red." Chen Wei looked at the cheek that was held by him in surprise. It was okay not to say, but after speaking, the face turned redder, and the entire cheek turned pale pink.

The mortal monk suppressed his laughter, and deliberately called him again: "Hey, when I was a child, who told me to call me brother every day on paper, is it because I am blushing now that I realized my mistake in time, or is it because of embarrassment?"

These two options directly forced the thin-faced Buddha to death. He dragged the diary over in embarrassment on the spot, and wrote a line in the diary with force through the back of the paper. Before Chen Wei could see what he wrote, the diary It was already closed.

"Wash up, sleep, and don't talk anymore."

"Okay, okay, our brother Fozi washes up when he says to wash, and sleeps when he says to sleep." Chen Wei ran out before completely annoyed him, and took this opportunity to take out the monkey wine from the storeroom.

With one jar in each hand, Hu Jiu held one jar in his arms and held it up with his head during the day. One person and two beasts worked hard for a long time before removing six jars of wine from the warehouse.

They were all given to Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian who had just moved in.

Chen Wei played with the two pets in the yard for another half an hour.

When they were playing here, Xuanzang in the room was still sitting in front of the desk in the same posture as before, with the diary under his palm.

But what was written on it, Xuanzang no longer cared about the content, and the scene of the man calling his brother with raised eye tails kept echoing in his ears.

The red thread on the wrist was wrapped one after another on the fingertips, and the breathing gradually became heavy.

After a long time, the person in front of the desk stood up, and the red thread wrapped around his entire palm hung down as if he had lost his backbone.

When Xuanzang walked out of the room, he saw the man sitting in the yard, under the newly installed swing, chatting with Zhenjun Erlang.

At a distance of more than ten meters, the man's talking and laughing voice was carried by the wind. The man who had just calmed down in front of the door felt as if an ant had got into his limbs and was nibbling his flesh.

Chen Wei was eating venison, which was fresh venison bought by Yang Jian before meeting them during the day.

It was smeared with salt and hung under the beams of the house for three days, and now it has been cut into paper-thin slices of meat in Yang Jian's hands.

"Venison with monkey wine is perfect."

Yang Jian didn't expect that the monkey wine brought out by the holy monk was so alcoholic. Compared with the water wine he bought in restaurants, it was really like water.

Chen Wei doesn't know how to drink, and he can't tell whether it's good or bad. He only knows that the monkey wine is so spicy that he ate five or six mouthfuls of venison before swallowing the spicy taste.

When Zhenjun Erlang was about to pass the venison to him, the mortal monk waved his hand and caught the water that Hu Jiu handed over: "I'm full, I ate too many snacks on the street today."

When he was in the Sutra Pavilion, he also ate a lot of fruits that Chang Guang put there.

When Xuanzang came out of the shower, the person hanging on the swing over there also jumped off, saying goodbye to Zhenjun Erlang and his two beloved pets.

"I'm going to rinse my mouth first."

Chen Wei saw the person waiting for him at the door, and pointed to his mouth. He had just eaten venison and drank a sip of monkey wine.

If he dared to go to bed without rinsing his mouth, Chen Wei doubted that Xuanzang would just throw him down.

The person who ran to the well quickly drank bamboo salt to wash away the taste in his mouth, and this time walked briskly back indoors.

After the person who entered the room closed the door, he glanced at the diary on the desk from the corner of his eye, and was a little curious about what Xuanzang wrote on it just now.

It's too much to write the content clearly, but not to let him read it immediately.

"After you fall asleep in a while, I can look at it however I want." The man who had a plan in his heart took off his coat and shoes and got on the bed, and rolled to the inside of the bed with the quilt in his arms.

The mortal monk who was lying down looked at the colorful lamp hanging on the beam. With his long arms and legs spread out, he could occupy the entire bed. Chen Wei kicked the hard bed under him, turned over and lay on his side and looked at The person who brought the oil lamp outside.

"Why don't you change this bed too, it's a bit small."

So many new things have been added to the house, and the bed has been replaced with a new one but it is still the same size, which is no different from not being replaced.

"I'm a monk, and all the monks practicing in the temple use this kind of bed." Xuanzang lifted the long leg hanging by the bed and put it inside, turned over on the bed and slept on the outside, and blew out the oil lamp.

"You have become a holy monk, can't you have a little special treatment?"

A certain person was quite dissatisfied with this small bed, and the next second he leaned out, his head almost on Xuanzang's arm, "Did you take a cold shower?"

The author has something to say: Chen Wei: Ha.

Jia Geng couldn't write it out, and fell down on the first day of the holiday.

感谢在2021-05-0121:50:40~2021-05-0123:58:13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 irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of detective & witch;

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