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

Chen Wei also pulled out the other five sticks from the wooden box, and placed them side by side in his palm.

Six bare jade sticks, without any pattern decoration, were polished into rounded arcs at both ends.

From low to high, from thin to thick, lying quietly in the palm of Chen Wei.

"Is it a magic circle tool?"

Chen Wei casually arranged them in the shape of a six-pointed star on the desk, without any change or earth-shattering formation.

Those who couldn't find a way to use them had to put the six jade sticks back into the wooden box, and then put them back in place to get the next wooden box.

"Clap."

When the second wooden box was opened, in addition to the similar jade stick, there was an extra piece of paper that was folded and pasted on the top of the wooden box's lid.

Chen Wei took out the paper folded into a long and thin shape, and looked at the four jade sticks in the box. These four should be used together with the six just now.

Because the jade sticks in this box were twice the size of the box just now, both in length and width, and the thickest jade stick was half as thick as his wrist.

The mortal monk sat on the chair, didn't look at the jade sticks anymore, and carefully unfolded the piece of paper that came out of the wooden box in his hand.

A picture of jade stick practice with exquisite workmanship and lifelike details appeared in front of his eyes.

Chen Wei looked at the usage prompt in the upper right corner of the paper, and saw ten pictures of single characters at the bottom, each of which described in detail how to use the things in the wooden box and how to keep practicing.

The detailed description of the product can be described as an ancient gold medal product manager.

It's just that the attitude of the customer who received this gift is quite bad.

The mortal monk sitting on the stool threw the piece of paper in his hand on the spot, and glanced at the two wooden boxes inadvertently.

Thinking that I took out all those things to play with and put them in the palm of my hand just now, I wanted to go out and wash my hand three times first.

The product instruction manual was thrown from his hand, fluttering, unfolded incomparably openly, and fell to the ground.

On the chair, a monk with a hot face took a deep breath, closed his eyes and groped, picked it up again, folded it as fast as possible, then stuffed it into the wooden box, closed the wooden box, put down the iron hook and threw it into the big wooden box. inside the box.

A series of movements, like flowing clouds and flowing water, did not stop at all.

Enraged by this incident, Chen Wei didn't even want to look at the gift under the wooden box, and directly shifted his gaze to the right side of the box.

The upper part on the right side of the box is a series of picture scrolls standing side by side, and the lower part is a book with indigo blue cover and no name.

Chen Wei first took out a tightly bound scroll, and after untying the red rope tied on it, he shook his hand, and a one-meter-long painted pattern came into his sight.

The mortal monk on the chair stared dumbfounded at the content of this colorful pattern, gasped, his ears were red, he jumped up from the chair like a cannonball, grabbed the scroll and went to find someone to settle the score.

"Tang Xuanzang! Wake up!"

The sleeping Buddha was pushed awake, and the person who just opened his eyes saw the red-faced owner beside the bed, glaring at him with all his might.

Xuanzang supported the bed and sat up, then looked at the other party with a puzzled expression: "What happened?"

"Let me ask you, who gave you the wooden box and the picture scroll in that box? Are they really gifts from the Buddhas?"

Chen Wei raised the scroll in his hand, and thought of something in the next second, and quickly rolled up the scroll before the other party could see the content clearly, and then motioned him to look over.

Xuanzang took a serious look at the painting scroll he was holding in his hand, and said calmly, "If you really have to worry about it, it's really not a gift for me."

"I knew it, someone must have made a mistake." Chen Wei breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it is impossible for the Buddhas to send such things to Xuanzang, it must be a mistake.

The Tang monk continued calmly: "The Bodhisattva who gave me things said that these gifts can be given to people I like, so they are not considered as gifts for me, but also for you."

The mortal monk thought of the wooden box just now and the contents of the scroll in his arms, and gritted his molars: "What's that guy's name!"

"Huanxi Buddha, his dojo is in a very remote corner of Lingshan. I heard that his painters and carvers are both beautiful in Lingshan. When I went to pick up something, he happened to pass by and gave it to me. What did he draw for me? You?" Xuanzang stretched out his hand, motioning for the other party to open the scroll, so that he can also look at the contents inside.

"It's just a few landscape paintings. In the future, you should stay away from such Buddhas and Bodhisattvas."

Chen Wei held the scroll away from that hand, stood up and walked out.

"Is his painting not good?" Xuanzang asked.

"Super lousy, quite bad." Chen Wei said firmly.

The Great Tang Sage nodded clearly, lifted the quilt and got down on the floor: "In that case, I won't accept his paintings next time."

"Yes, that's right."

Chen Wei hugged the scroll and nodded vigorously. Such unscrupulous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas should be blocked directly.

It's so unscrupulous to give such a weird gift.

After Chen Wei stuffed the scroll back into the box, he began to feel uneasy about the piles of books below.

On the one hand, I thought that none of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas would be so bored, sending all the content that Jinjiang can't do, on the other hand, I thought, maybe the front is just a joke, and the latter is the exercises for cultivation.

The palm of evil reached out and picked up a book with an indigo cover.

After opening it, the first page was quite normal, with only a simple text introduction, without any patterns, and it was written in Sanskrit.

Chen Wei's eyes lit up, and he thought that this must be a practice for cultivation.

Patiently come up with your Sanskrit level, starting from the first word.

The first line is Huanxi Buddha's self-introduction and positioning, except that the positioning seems a bit strange, saying that the two bodies hug each other tightly, which represents the unity of Dharma and wisdom, and they should be used to control desires to create emptiness and joy. Quite normal.

Chen Wei continued to read, and the second line said that the main purpose of the content of the book is for learning and experience, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

On the third line, it is written that the journey of practice cannot be done quickly, and it must be accumulated and persevered to achieve great success.

It sounds like this is a practice method, and this Huanxi Buddha is finally reliable.

Chen Wei finished reading this article with confidence, and then turned to the second page.

The colored painting has become a black and white meticulous painting, and the content is still the same. Compared with the large high-definition painted picture on the scroll, it has only become a smaller version, but the posture does not seem to be as difficult as that on the high-definition colored painting scroll. .

The mortal monk frowns, flipping through the pages page by page. There are all kinds of strange things and different poses, all of which are pattern tutorials that Jinjiang can't write.

Huanxi Buddha also thoughtfully wrote next to each painting patiently in Sanskrit how to maintain a better posture and make entry more smooth.

"looking at what?"

The holy monk, who had already dressed and went to the ground at some point, walked to his side and bent over to look at the book in his hand.

"Snapped!"

The person on the chair closed the book, threw it into the big wooden box with a blank expression, and looked up at him in a blunt tone: "It's just an ordinary book, and you don't like to read it."

Xuanzang didn't see anything, and nodded without refuting when he heard this, pinched the puffed cheek on the chair: "Well, the words in the book are all your favorite, it seems that next time we will meet again When you meet Huanxi Buddha, you should thank him for this gift."

"After I learn the spell and go to the sky, I will personally - thank - thank - him!"

The mortal monk smiled falsely, and wrote down the three characters of Huanxi Buddha in his blacklist book in his heart.

After he learned the spell to be able to fight Buddha, he decided to practice with this first one.

Xuanzang didn't think much, walked around from behind him and walked up to the big wooden box, saw several black statues swaying here and there on the lower left, and bent down to take it: "There are still statues here."

"Give it to me." Chen Wei hurriedly rushed over, opened his arms to block the entire box, met Xuanzang's puzzled eyes, and said confidently: "You said you gave it to me, I won't let you see it."

"But there are many here, don't you wonder what else is there?"

Fozi pointed to the big wooden box calmly: "There are so many things, why don't you introduce them to me?"

"No, it's mine in my hands." Chen Wei hugged the box like a big cat protecting food, staring straight at Xuanzang's direction, beware that the other party should look at the things in the box at any time.

The holy monk who couldn't see anything and lost even the box sighed, bent down and rubbed the stubborn head: "I will give you everything you said, and I will wait for you to help me when I have time later." Introduce these one by one, you see, I will go to the Zhaitang to get breakfast back."

Xuanzang let go of the person who was protecting the box, pushed open the door and walked out calmly.

Abandoning Chen Wei alone, he still held the box and did not let go. He lay on the box in a strange posture. After the person left, he stared at the door for a few seconds, and after making sure that the other party would not come back, he got out of the box. Come down and close the whole box.

"correct."

The person who had just left suddenly appeared at the door, and the person who was dragging the box to hide in the room was startled by the sudden sound, and almost overturned the entire box in his hand.

The mortal monk took a deep breath, looked up at the guy who just left and came back at the door of the room, and tried to stabilize: "What else is there?"

"Maitreya Buddha also gave me a gift, you should like it very much, I forgot to give it to you just now."

Xuanzang took out the cloth bag and poured out a few huge ripe melons from it: "The ripe melons grown in the Buddha's dojo in the east."

"For eating?"

After the gift just now, Chen Wei looked at the dark ripe melon and questioned its use.

"It should be. Before he left, he didn't say that there were other uses."

"Just put it here, don't move."

Chen Wei asked him to go to the Zhaitang again. This time, before the other party had left completely, Chen Wei pushed the box to the bottom of the bed quickly, stuffed the whole box in, stood up and took a few steps back after stuffing it inside, After making sure that no one would get in there to open the box, I was relieved.

He went out again and called Hu Jiu on the big tree: "Take this dagger and make such a big triangular opening on this ripe melon."

Chen Wei gestured in the air, and Hu Jiu followed his instructions with a dagger and cut a small triangle on one of the ripe melons. After digging out the tender skin, the bright red flesh below was exposed, bringing With a faint watermelon fragrance.

The mortal monk standing two meters away watched Hu Jiu suspiciously as he took out the piece of melon.

It seems to be normal, whether it is the taste, color, or the opening, there are no strange introductions or instructions for use.

The author has something to say: Buddha Maitreya: It's just an ordinary big ripe melon.

Chen Wei: I thought the same way before, but after the last gift, I have a little doubt about you buddhas and bodhisattvas who become monks and become Buddhas.

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