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

Maitreya Buddha glanced at him with a smile and said: "You can take it if you want it, you don't need to exchange these magic weapons with me, the human race bag is my acquired magic weapon, because people who can accept people have a common name called human race bag, but you can use it if you want to, but you have to tell me how to use it.”

When he was born and cultivated under the bodhi tree in the past, he knew how much this golden cicada disliked the three thousand Buddhas under the tree. He squatted quietly on the treetop all year round, making cold eyes on them or directly turning his back to them.

This Houtian bag can hold the four heavenly kings, the five great dragons, and the three thousand heavenly soldiers and generals in it. If he uses it to hold the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas under the tree, his Maitreya Hall may not have peace in the future.

"Can it hold food?" Xuanzang remembered only after he was reminded that this bag could hold people at most, not objects.

But what he wanted was just something to hold objects.

"Food?" Maitreya Buddha raised his voice. It was the first time someone came to ask him for a magic weapon, and the reason was still food.

"Well, I want to pack food, if it can't be cleaned, then forget it."

I didn't think much about it before I came here, but now I'm standing here thinking that I don't know how many times the bag contains heavenly soldiers, generals, even dragon gods, even Wukong got into it, and I don't know how many monkey hairs were rubbed off in it.

It is quite unacceptable to use the food that Chen Wei eats.

A Buddhist disciple regretted it on the spot, put away the magic weapon in his hand, and said calmly, "If it doesn't work, I'll go find someone else."

He still has a backup list, but this race bag is the lightest and easy to carry.

There is only a small pocket the size of a palm, which can hold a lot of things without changing the weight. You can just hang it on your waist and untie the bag if you want.

"It can be washed, it can be cleaned. If you are not satisfied, I will refine it again for you? Guaranteed to be the same as the new one." It was the first time for Maitreya to be approached by Jin Chanzi. reputation for hospitality.

It's just refining a formed treasure, and it doesn't take much time to waste it. After inviting people into the mountain gate and ordering Tongzifeng to serve good tea, I took out the human seed bag on the Duobao Pavilion, and helped him refine it again with my own hands. In just one stick of incense, the cyan cloth bag looks brand new.

Maitreya took the brand new cloth bag, returned to the table with a smile, and handed the bag to the other party: "It's all right now, you can also take it back and wash it with water again to make sure it's clean."

The person sitting and drinking tea picked up the bag and tried to put the cakes on the table into it, but the weight of the bag did not change when he lifted the cloth bag, and then took out the cakes inside again. , the pastry in the bag showed no signs of damage.

The person who found a treasure for Chen Wei slightly raised his mouth in a good mood, and casually took out three treasures from his sleeve and put them on the table: "You don't want these, just let your boy play with them, I'm leaving."

"Hahahaha, why don't you come over, thank you Zhantan Gongde Buddha?" Maitreya looked at the boys who were peeping in the corner, and asked them to come out to thank Xuanzang.

One of the boys in yellow clothes stole a human seed bag while staying in the palace guards when Maitreya Buddha was going to the first meeting of the Yuan Dynasty.

After being caught by Wukong, he was taken away by Maitreya Buddha. This is the second time the two meet again.

Huang Mei stood in front of him anxiously, and thanked the three boys together.

Xuanzang accepted the thanks of the four boys with a blank face, raised the three magic weapons and entered the arms of three of them, except the boy in yellow.

"gone."

"Hey wait, you didn't leave with an empty bag when you wanted to pack food. It just so happens that the melons here are ripe, so you can take a few back." Mitreya directed the boy to pick melons and fruits, and soon brought over a dozen of them. The big and round ripe melon was put into the blue cloth bag and taken away.

After leaving the Maitreya Hall, Xuanzang went to the Hall of Huanxi, which is located on a high hill, leaning on a precipitous cliff, with the sound of the wind and the shadows of the sun.

Compared with the ashram of Donglai Buddha just now, there is a little more fuzzy fragrance here, and there are all kinds of painted patterns under the green cover of the mountains.

There are various statues of men and women in love with each other everywhere.

These statues are separated by pines, cypresses and bamboos, vaguely, and the faces of people who climb and tug at them are red.

Xuanzang walked on the steps painted with thousands of postures, walked up to the mountain gate with a peaceful face, and said to the two laughing and playful boys with open breasts and breasts at the door: "Notify your Bodhisattva, Jin Chanzi, please see me."

The boy guarding the gate flicked his wrist and scratched another boy's short sleeve. He gave Xuanzang a horrified look, and then ran away.

"Help! Bodhisattva, help! Jin Chanzi is at the door!"

Huanxi Buddha was once beaten by Jin Chanzi for putting a female cicada on the Bodhi tree to observe how much of Jin Chanzi's nature remained.

The golden cicada, who has been lying on the treetops all year round, has the power to become a god in one step and become a saint in a half step. He beat Huanxi Buddha on the spot for at least 1000 years, and did not dare to go under the tree to listen to Shakyamuni Buddha's lecture.

Even so far, every time he arrives at the scene last and chooses the outermost position, he is directly cast out of the shadows.

Huanxi Buddha, who was drawing the latest painting inside the mountain gate, was just about to draw a key position. Several boys rushed in and screamed, causing the hands in front of the painting table to shake on the spot, and the lines were crooked.

The plump and delicate snow peak was painted as a fallen mountain. Huanxi Buddha looked at the destroyed picture of beauties on the paper, and dropped his pen to look at the boys who rushed in: "Rumbling, who are you talking about just now?" coming?"

Several boys knelt on the ground sweating profusely, pointing in the direction of the mountain gate: "Jin... Jin Chanzi."

"Golden cicada!" Huanxi Buddha, who had been calm for a second, jumped up on the spot, picked up a few pictures of yin and yang intercourse on the table, and ran to the inner hall: "Hurry up! Go and close the door and tell me!" Not here!"

"Not here?"

The people waiting in front of the mountain gate followed the boy into the mountain gate, and when they reached the gate of the main hall, they heard the sound of Huanxi Buddha who was about to run.

Huanxi Buddha, who was about to run away with all his belongings in his arms, heard the devil-like voice, turned around with a sad face, saw that the figure was really at the door, and fell to the ground with a plop, laughing uglier than crying.

"I'm telling the boy, today Zhantan Gongde Buddha is here, and I'm going to ask someone to close the mountain gate. Except for you, no one else will come to see me today and say I'm not here."

Xuanzang didn't have the time to watch his excellent singing performance, so he passed the boys who were trying to escape with a cold face, and walked up to the Huanxi Buddha step by step, bent down, picked up a picture album that fell on the floor, and opened it.

If you want to talk about Xitian Lingshan, who doesn't want the golden cicada to come back from the catastrophe, Huanxi Buddha said that the second and no one dares to say the first.

After all, he is the only Buddha in Quanling Mountain who has been beaten by Jin Chanzi. Three thousand Buddhas and thousands of Bodhisattvas can at most get Jin Chanzi's eyes, or the back of his head.

He was really whipped by the bodhi branch by the golden cicada who turned into a human body.

The Huanxi Buddha who was beaten is now coming to summer, and he has to ask the boy to look for cicadas one by one on the trees in his ashram. Once he finds them, he will catch them and release them to other places. He doesn't even want to hear the cicadas singing.

"Buddha came from afar, what is the reason?" Huanxi Buddha looked at the other party cautiously, wondering why he came.

"Passing by curiously." Xuanzang closed the picture album in his hand and threw it back to him. The anti-customer is mainly in this hall with thirty-story high bookshelves.

There are no Buddha statues in the hall, only a few exquisite statues are placed beside the bookshelf, all carved by Huanxi Buddha himself, every face and every movement is lifelike, as if breathing will come alive.

Curiosity... This reason is to make Huanxi Buddha suffer another blow, and even dare to say that this is a lie.

But he didn't dare to say it. The person who was hit once and cast a shadow stood up from the ground, packed up the few picture albums that fell on the ground, and his face was full of politeness: "Curiosity is good, haha, you can just look at it, just look at it. "

"Don't watch it, it's boring." The Buddha who was curious one second turned his lips expressionlessly the next second, and his eyes as cold as snow mountains fell on Huanxi Buddha's face, and said coldly: "The poor monk is here in the world. In the tenth life of Jiandu Tribulation, I have seen not only the love between men and women in the mortal world, but also the love between men and women. The mortal world calls it Brother Qi, Brother Qi, why don't you have it here?"

Huanxi Buddha was stunned, and ran towards the bookshelf over there without thinking: "There are! There are! It's just that there are few people who practice this, so they are rarely placed outside."

He ran to the bookshelf that reached into the clouds, and quickly called two boys over to help. After searching through the bookshelves for a while, he found a suitcase.

"It's all here. I also carved a few tools for dual cultivation. Unfortunately, there is no god or bodhisattva in the sky who is willing to try it. After a long time, I have no interest, so I put them all here." Referring to his own Professional, Huanxi Buddha was no longer so scared just now, and squatted on the ground to open the box.

It is full of picture albums, tools, and even five or six palm-sized double statues that Xuanzang just mentioned are used for male and female cultivation.

"Look, these are all painted by me." Huanxi Buddha picked up one of the painted albums, opened it with great interest, and held it in front of Xuanzang.

"Close it." Zhan Tan Gongde Buddha said expressionlessly.

"Crack!" Huanxi bergamot closed the album with a trembling of his hand, looking at that cold side face, he immediately thought of his own death behavior, he made the same mistake again, and dared to take this kind of thing In front of Jin Chanzi.

Xuanzang ignored his sweaty face, stood in front of the tall bookshelf with his hands behind his back, and casually clicked "These, these, put them all on me, I want to give them away."

He casually pointed at the books on the bookshelf, Huanxi Buddha immediately nodded in agreement: "I'll ask someone to install it for you, and I'll give it to you. If you want to give it to anyone, I can recommend it to you—" A pair of cold eyes looked over , Huanxi Buddha shut up on the spot.

"And these, also put them in." Xuanzang walked up to the box and kicked the edge of the wooden box, indicating that he wanted this too.

"Okay, I'll put it on for you right now." As long as the plague god can be sent away, let alone a box of Brother Qi's painting tools, he can draw three boxes on the spot. "

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