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

The people who had already reached the door bit the bullet and walked in, and when they reached Xuanzang, they handed the things in their hands to Xuanzang.

"Hey, Jiang Sang has planted my seeds, this is the fruit you have borne."

Xuanzang looked at the strange-looking food, and vaguely remembered eating it on the way to learn Buddhist scriptures. He picked up the corn with one hand, and pulled a futon with the other hand and put it on his side, beckoning him to come and sit: "Going to the foot of the mountain?"

"Well, the corn in the field is almost ripe, and the cotton is almost ready, but the few knotted ones want to make a quilt, I'm afraid it will have to wait until the next season."

When it came to business, Chen Wei didn't panic, sat on the futon and looked at the half-written content Xuanzang just wrote on the table.

"Eh? What are you writing?" Chen Wei probed, wanting to see more clearly.

"Sanskrit Dictionary."

Xuanzang didn't plan to spend the next few decades in Huasheng Temple, even if he wanted to, Chen Wei could only wait for him in the temple every day.

So he gave those ten students one year, and after one year, when everyone has learned about the same, they will get this dictionary, and the ten thousand scriptures that need to be translated will be available.

Chen Wei didn't know what his plan was, he just flipped through the content for a while and exclaimed, "This is good, after having this, you can directly check it when you encounter Sanskrit that you don't know, and most of the text in those scriptures are Are the same."

"How is your statue doing now?" Xuanzang quickly changed the topic to the statue he hadn't seen in several months.

"wait for me a while."

Mentioning the achievements of his hard work in the past few months, Chen Wei got up from the ground and walked to the side hall, intending to show him the painting he drew yesterday.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, Hu Jiu flew up to Xuanzang on his back foot, wagging his big tail and revealing what happened to him in the morning.

"Master woke up in a bad mood in the morning, and he took half a day to eat breakfast. On the way to the Cangjing Pavilion, he was called away by the mortal at the foot of the mountain and was delayed for a while, so he came here."

After Hu Jiu finished speaking, he took another look at the corn in Xuanzang's hand and continued, "The owner picked this food himself. He took a few mouthfuls before taking one and went directly to the Buddhist scripture pavilion to find the holy monk."

"Hu Jiu, what are you doing?"

Chen Wei in the side hall had already drawn out his new painting from yesterday, and saw Hu Jiu sitting in front of Xuanzang with sharp eyes, murmuring something.

"I want the holy monk to teach me two more spells." The red fox wagged its big tail and lied without blinking.

The person holding the painting came to Xuanzang, looked suspiciously at each person and pet in front of him, "Really?"

The person sitting on the futon nodded naturally: "Hu Jiu also said that this food is very delicious, and you took a whole piece and gave it to me before you even ate a few bites."

The person who didn't think much about it at the time, now that this matter is brought up again, it seems that he hastily brought something over to give it away.

The mortal monk's eyelids twitched, he automatically ignored the matter, and opened the scroll in his hand to show him his own painting. "Well, does it look like it?"

The portrait unfolded on the scroll is Chen Wei wasting thousands of sheets of paper, practicing in front of the bronze mirror over and over again every day, and drawing himself.

The great Tang monk sitting on the futon looked at the man in the sea-blue cassock on the paper, and saw the long and thin Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist from his eyebrows and eyes.

"Look like?"

The person in the painting is holding the scroll in anticipation, with the meaning of complimenting me written all over his face.

"Like." Xuanzang withdrew his gaze from the painting, and landed on the face whose mouth was raised when he heard him say like.

"You draw very well."

A certain mortal monk's unwarranted tail almost turned up, and he spent three whole months thinking about how to draw himself day and night.

He sat alone in the side hall, and spent as much time as he had in class outside, as long as he was painting, and pinching the statue, he spent more effort before and after than those ten students studying Sanskrit.

"It's heart-warming."

The mortal monk, who was still complacent one second, glared at the person sitting on the futon the next second, "Be serious, don't talk nonsense."

The holy monk who was taught the lesson was startled, tilted his head and pretended to be innocent: "I'm not serious?"

Chen Wei ground his molars, rolled up the scroll, turned around and left without paying attention to him.

The man was almost at the entrance of the side hall, and he turned his head and glanced at the guy who was still looking at him, and couldn't help explaining the itinerary: "I want Chang Guang to follow me to the craftsman's place in the afternoon, and I'll be back very late."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the Sutra Pavilion just like yesterday."

It was fine if Xuanzang didn't say anything, and with a single word, the people at the gate of the side hall jumped like rabbits and ran away quickly, leaving the people in the main hall to eat the corn in their hands slowly, looking at the table. Only one-third of the dictionary was written, and my lips slowly curled up.

"There is still half a year."

In half a year, he will be able to take Chen Wei away from this noisy place. These are things that hinder him from getting along with Chen Wei alone, and these six months will be over.

After noon, the students all came back to class after a break, and Chang Guang was dragged away as expected, and took Chen Wei's statue with him to the craftsman of the West Hall.

According to his paintings and the miniature statue, the artisan who had been waiting for three months finally started to take over the next work.

Re-making the clay model, with a carving knife in his hand like flowing water, Chen Wei was fascinated by it, and he also used a palm-sized clay statue next to him to pinch a mini version of the worm.

Squeezing and pinching, suddenly thinking of Xuanzang's previous identity, he ran out of the door with an idea, took Bai Jian to search for a while on a few big trees outside the door, found a cicada that was resting, caught it, and brought it inside. inside the house.

"Just engrave this!"

Chen Wei took the Xia Chan into the house, and carefully carved the shape of Xia Chan on the statue according to its appearance.

The three-month practice was not in vain. In less than an hour, Chen Wei painted a lifelike Xia Chan.

After the statue is finished, the stone carving begins. The person sitting at the craftsman's place holds the stone in his hand and carefully grinds it.

It wasn't until midnight that the Xia Chan in his hand was carved out, and when he looked up again, he found that the craftsmen in the house had already left.

Only Chang Guang was still sitting beside him, and there were a bunch of stone sculptures in the shape of little foxes on the table.

"Did I delay your rest?" Chen Wei washed Xia Chan, whose hands were covered in dust, in the water, and turned to look at Chang Guang who was still sitting aside.

He always forgets the time when he does things, and he stops to rest every time he is busy, and every time he finds that time passes quickly.

"No, it just so happened that I didn't have to listen to those Sanskrit words in front of the holy monk. It was a half-day rest for me."

Chang Guang's words made Chen Wei want to laugh, he packed up his things and walked out the door to see the statue that the craftsmen were sculpting in the afternoon.

The appearance has already come out, and it is believed that in less than a month, he will be able to see Xuanzang's first Buddha statue.

"Let's go, I can go back to the Sutra Pavilion by myself, and you should also go to rest."

When Chen Wei went out, Hu Jiu jumped into his arms, curled up into a warm ball, the slender fox looked at the temple spirit with constant light.

Chang Guang glanced at the vigilant fox in his arms, and nodded without much politeness: "Chen Xianchang also rests early, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The two turned to the left and the right. Chen Wei held Xia Chan, which he had carved himself, and looked at this crude stone carving in the moonlight. After being blown on the head by the night wind a few times, he also woke up.

"Do you want to give it away?"

Their current relationship is still unclear, and I will send this to the past, and then send that to the past.

It looked as if he was greedy for others.

"If the master gives it to the holy monk, he will be very happy." Hu Jiu looked at the white stone carving. Although it was a Xia Chan, as long as the master made it, the holy monk would like it.

"You know everything."

Chen Wei rubbed Hu Jiu's head. This little fox is so smart that he often makes him jump over him when he wants to discuss things with someone.

Hu Jiu, who had no idea that he was on the verge of falling out of favor because of his cleverness, wagged his tail with absolute certainty: "I don't know about the others, but the holy monk is special to his master, and Hu Jiu knows it."

"Yeah, do you know what your master thinks about the holy monk?" Chen Wei squinted at it, giving it the ability to continue talking.

"If the master doesn't know, then Hu Jiu doesn't know either."

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