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

"Well, lie down." Xuanzang straightened the head that was attached to his arm.

"I'm a little hot. It just so happens that you're cool. Let me rely on you." The person whose head was pushed not only didn't give up because of it, but squeezed his whole body out, and even raised one leg directly on Xuanzang's chest. on the knee.

A small bed with a width of 1.5 meters occupies the entire space with two adults lying on it. With such a movement, Chen Wei put half of his body on it.

The Buddha who was sleeping on the outside lowered his head and lowered his eyes, looking at the head rubbing against his arm, feeling a little helpless: "It's only April, and it's not time to change into light summer clothes. Didn't you still hug the quilt in the morning and still feel cold? "

Now it's hot again.

Chen Wei, who was sleeping on the inner side, was lying on his side, curling his lips and directly grasped the other party's palm and lifted it up, placing it on his neck: "Touch it yourself, and see if my body temperature is very high."

Xuanzang's palms were clasped, and the palms of his fingers were stuck to the Adam's apple that was rolling up and down while he was speaking, and the warmth was burning in his palms.

"Isn't it?" Chen Wei pressed the slightly cold palm, closed his eyes comfortably and sighed: "It's just that you took a cold shower, let me rub it to get warm."

It was the first time that the eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty heard this kind of request. He pulled out his palm and touched Chen Wei's forehead again. The temperature was also astonishing: "Do you have a fever?"

"No, just drank Zhenjun Erlang's monkey wine and ate a few mouthfuls of venison just now, it's a little hot." Chen Wei didn't even open his eyes, groping to pull the palm off his forehead and he was so hot that he was about to sweat Put your palms together: "So just let me borrow the air-conditioner for a while, okay, I'll treat you to candied haws tomorrow."

This kind of words to coax the child caused people to pull their palms away, but they would not rub them against him. Xuanzang lowered his eyes and glanced at the person who was leaning on his shoulders, his eyes were dark: "Only candied haws is not enough."

The person lying on the side closed his eyes and listened, and smiled easily, "Then what do you want, you say, as long as I have it, I will give it to you, as long as you lie down today and don't move around."

"Give me everything I want?"

"Give it! He trampled and sloughed and nodded his head in confusion. Before he could wait for the palm that could only cool down to pass it over, the two palms began to grope along the arm that was attached to the cheek.

"It's a deal, I'll tell you when I think about what I want." Xuanzang saw that his forehead was already sweating, and finally before Chen Wei could find a place, he took the initiative to hand the palm he had just pulled away to the other party. The person who was looking for with his eyes closed grasped that hand and dragged it into his arms. The slightly cool arm was completely embraced by him, and the palms of his hands were intertwined and he could never break free.

After ensuring that his natural air conditioner would not leave, Chen Wei fell asleep comfortably, leaving Xuanzang sleeping on the outside lying flat, looking at the painted beams of Buddhist scriptures above, and waiting for the body temperature of the person beside him to drop completely. Come down, then close your eyes and rest.

Dawn broke in the sky, and the people sleeping in the Lianhua courtyard woke up at a moment's notice. Xuanzang opened his eyes and looked down at the person who had slipped into his arms at some point, and the person stuck to his body with hands and feet.

After a few breaths, Xuanzang put the person in his arms flat, got up and dressed himself, and walked out the door lightly.

After washing up and eating the breakfast that Hu Jiu brought over from the Zhaitang, Xuanzang dressed himself up and went to the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

Before the ten students arrived, I re-read the content of yesterday's lecture, estimated how much the students have learned, and kept thinking about things in my mind. The scriptures are ready.

He also wrote down the names of a few students who were concentrated in class yesterday, and waited for today's roll call to let them retell yesterday's content.

"Om..." The carved water clock placed outside the door of the Sutra Pavilion rang softly. Someone tied a mallet to the lower end of the water clock. The clear water in the bamboo tube will fall obliquely and hit the mallet, and then hit the gong hidden in the deepest place through the mallet.

The monk who was writing before the case heard the sound of the water clock and looked up at the door. There were familiar figures in twos and threes in the corridor opposite.

A disciple of a monk who came to study Sanskrit after the early class in the Daxiong Hall.

Shi Sang walked at the back. He is a temple spirit and does not need to go to the Daxiong Hall for morning classes at Mao every day. He can sleep half an hour longer than other students. At Chenshi, he dragged his lazily pace behind the nine monks. Entered the Sutra Pavilion.

"The disciple has met the holy monk Tripitaka."

Xuanzang stood in front of the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva with his hands behind his back, watching the ten monks walk into the hall one by one with a blank expression.

After burning an incense stick, all of them were ready to open their notebooks and books, and they were still talking about the Diamond Sutra that everyone is familiar with.

The original [-]-character Sanskrit text was copied by each disciple at least three or five times. At the beginning, listening to the lecture was like listening to a scripture from heaven.

Later, Chen Xianchang wrote some irrelevant words on their homework. When they saw those words that were not related and did not form sentences, they were suddenly blessed. flustered.

In less than half a month, even Shi Sang's textbook was filled with all kinds of irrelevant words, and there were such words under every Sanskrit word.

Xuanzang walked to the long table, casually picked up the homework a monk did after returning home last night, and curled his lips when he saw the words below that were used as homophones.

This is the method Chen Wei taught. When I was a child teaching him Sanskrit at Jinshan Temple, when the other party encountered vocabulary that was difficult to memorize, he would write homonyms in the notes below in small characters.

The smile on Western Fozi's face flashed past, and the students sitting below felt a little cold before they even noticed it.

Especially the monk whose homework was taken by the holy monk to check was even more uneasy. He slightly raised his head and looked up, but he didn't want his eyes to meet the eyes of the holy monk who put down his homework.

The pair of dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes are now staring at him meaningfully, "When Chen Wei taught you to use homonyms, what did you say? Does anyone here remember the original words?"

Although the words were addressed to the ten disciples, those sharp eyes kept staring at the monk sitting in front of him, and he directly called his name under the other's dodging eyes: "Dingchan, you answer."

The disciple named Dingchan was called out and stood up. He listened to Chen Xianchang's lecture that day, but he really forgot what the other party said when he taught them this method, so he could only vaguely say: " Immortal Chang said on the same day that homophones can be used to mark after the Sanskrit, so that it will be much easier to recite."

"Are you sure he said that?" After Xuanzang finished speaking, Ding Chan's face was already ashen, and he looked into those calm eyes and lowered his head in shame. "It does not seem."

"Chang Guang, you were there that day, tell me about how Chen Wei taught at the beginning." Xuanzang ordered one out of the ten students.

Sitting on the futon and cooking tea, Chang Guang, the temple spirit, put down the teapot and faced everyone: "Chen Xianchang's original words at the time were that if you encounter Sanskrit words that you really can't remember, you can use this method to memorize them temporarily, and you can't borrow them completely." Rely on this method, otherwise if you don’t advance, you will retreat, and you will forget the real pronunciation after a long time.”

After speaking, the ten students who were speaking looked at the homework spread out on their desks one after another, in order to ensure that they could answer the holy monk's questions at any time during the class.

They made this kind of remark under every Sanskrit language taught by the holy monk, completely forgetting that Chen Xianchang said that they can only use it when encountering words that they can't remember.

There are also some people who are in a trance, no wonder recently when reviewing homework with friends after class, the two sides always quarreled over how to read and recite a certain Sanskrit.

Both parties point to notes written on paper, always similar but not identical.

After the two-hour teaching in the morning, Xuanzang sat alone in front of the desk, staring blankly at the ten disciples who were supposed to go out for lunch, and came to him one by one to salute and apologize.

"If an apology is useful, what do you want the monk to do? If you don't use it for class in the afternoon, go to the monk's office to accept the punishment." The holy monk who received the apology did not accept the apology at all, but directly sent ten disciples to the monk's office to be punished.

This time, no one complained.

When Fazheng received the news, the ten disciples had all been beaten three times with their trousers pulled, and sent to the dining hall. Everyone had to fill a water tank outside the dining hall.

This water tank is the daily water tank of the Zhaitang, but the tool for carrying the water is a wooden barrel with a gap in the bottom, and the ground for fetching water is several miles away from the Zhaitang on the mountain.

It is specially set up by the Sang value picket office to punish disciples who make mistakes.

Xuanzang was sitting tidying up the scattered things on his desk, when he heard footsteps coming from outside, he turned his head to look.

After seeing that it was Fa-rectification, he directly arranged the last scripture book in his hand, and then took the pastry that Chang Guang had prepared for him today and prepared it for Chen Wei to eat.

"Are you here to intercede?" Xuanzang asked Fazheng with a raised eyebrow as he passed Fazheng with a pastry in his hand.

"I came to apologize to the holy monk. I didn't expect that the disciples I selected were all such people who could not be molded. It was a waste of all the efforts of the holy monk." After the incident, if he hadn't been punished by the elders of the monk's picket office, he would have been sent to the dining hall to carry water.

He himself had to beat those boys up with his own hands.

"Don't be so troublesome. After today's lesson, they will never dare to do it again. You chose these people very well." Xuanzang's own teaching speed is better than anyone else.

Although these ten people still have a half-knowledge of Sanskrit, if you observe carefully, you will find that they stumbled along the way but really remembered his every word and deed, but they haven't reached the point of using it flexibly.

After this beating, their learning ability must be improved again.

After talking about this matter, Xuanzang looked at Fazheng with a plate of cakes: "How many monks have come from [-]?"

As the head of the four major squads in Huasheng Temple, Fazheng is also known as the head of the temple. He is in charge of all things in the temple, and he gave the exact number without even thinking about it.

"It has reached [-], and it should be complete in three days."

"Thank you." Xuanzang lifted his foot and left the scripture pavilion.

Back in the lotus courtyard, Chen Wei was sitting in the courtyard with his back facing the courtyard gate, holding a piece of paper pasted with paste in his hand, which was much thicker than the rice paper used in daily life.

It was Chen Wei who pasted the ten sheets of paper with paste and thickened paper, and wrote five big characters on the paper with a Langhao pen: "The Monster Reception Office."

The writing on both sides was exactly the same, so Yang Jian chopped a piece of wood and cut it into four sticks of the same size and length.

Wukong pulled out a few weeds on the ground, and fixed four wooden sticks to the size of Chen Wei's piece of paper.

A simple and eye-catching signboard is done.

Xuanzang looked at the signboard, and then at the three busy people at the table who were still busy.

"Where are you going to use this thing?" Could it be that you want to put it at the gate of Huasheng Temple?

No wonder Xuanzang was thinking wildly, he really couldn't figure out where this thing could be placed.

Hearing his voice, Chen Wei, who had his back turned to others, suddenly turned his head, and when he saw him, he pointed happily at the table that Hu Jiu moved over not far away.

"Here, there is that table we will bring out of Huasheng Temple together. Zhenjun Erlang had already been to the bank of the Jing River in the morning, and that cowardly Dragon King actually ran up to the sky, killing all the sons and grandsons of dragons, shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the entire Crystal Palace. They took them all away, leaving us only an empty Dragon Palace." It was the first time Chen Wei encountered such a gutless fairy.

Wukong was going to ask for someone from the Dragon King of the Four Seas on the spot, but he stopped him.

Chen Wei continued: "Don't we want monsters to help us build temples and sculpt golden bodies? It happened that the Dragon King of Jinghe ran away and his territory was vacant, so we pretended to be monsters and directly borrowed his Dragon Palace to kill all the monsters from outside. Please go over, save these monsters from entering the city to eat people."

The author has something to say: Xuanzang: I teach.

Chen Wei: I accept demons.

Wukong: I contribute.

Yang Jian: I also contribute.

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