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

"Ah!"

Inside Huasheng Temple, Chen Wei sneezed, rubbed his nose indifferently, and gestured to Xuanzang for this brand new Buddha statue.

"I'm not that strong! Chang Guang also put in a lot of effort, and it only took five days to carve the first Buddha statue."

Xuanzang looked up at the Buddha statue that was vaguely related to him, and also saw the unburned incense sticks in the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue.

"Did you pray just now?" Xuanzang thought of the figure that appeared in his ear just now, it was Chen Wei's fault.

"Well, can you hear me?"

Chen Wei nodded. He once had close contact with Cihang on the way to learn scriptures. At that time, he seemed to touch Cihang's palm, and then heard countless voices.

The Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva said that it was the sound of the prayers of all peoples.

"can hear."

"Try and see if you can go back to the scripture pavilion through this Buddha statue." Chen Wei pointed to the two-meter-high Buddha statue and asked him to try again.

Xuanzang obeyed and stood on the wooden platform again, and the world in front of him returned to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in an instant.

In the west hall, Chen Wei stared intently at the Buddha statue in front of him. After confirming that the person left, he picked up three sticks of incense sticks, lit them and put them in the incense burner. He raised his head and asked the Buddha statue, "Can you hear me?"

Inside the Scripture-Depository Pavilion, Xuanzang nodded: "I can hear it."

"It's amazing." Chen Wei looked at the Buddha statue that only moved his mouth, and was curious about the power of gods and Buddhas for the first time.

There is no need to do anything, just light the incense and put it in the incense burner, so that the gods and Buddhas can hear their voices.

Chen Wei lit another one, and curiously asked the person on the Buddha statue: "Can I not listen?"

The holy monk in the Sutra Pavilion took a breath, unable to answer Chen Wei's question for the first time.

In the following afternoon, Xuanzang recalled Jin Chanzi's past memories while giving lectures.

After searching and searching all afternoon, it was finally confirmed that those buddhas and bodhisattvas who had nothing to do and chanted scriptures under the bodhi tree dared to tell any news, spells and secrets under the tree.

Only this matter of how to block out the voices of believers, he has never heard of it.

At night, after the students and disciples had left, only Chen Wei and Xuanzang were left alone in the Sutra Pavilion. Chen Wei was eating freshly boiled corn, and heard that the voice could not be blocked: "Then what will you do next? You Will there be many, many mortals praying in my ears all the time? Just like Cihang."

"Cihang?" Xuanzang looked sideways, looking at the mortal who was holding corn in his hands and nibbling: "He told you?"

"I heard it when I shook his hand before."

The corn was too hot, and Chen Wei almost jumped up when he swallowed it down. The person who was focused on cooking did not see that the face of the holy monk beside him was already black.

The Tang monk calmly took the hot corn that just came out of the pot, and held the steaming corn with his cold fingers. The steaming corn cooled down on the spot and was handed back again. In front of Chen Wei.

"Thank you."

Chen Wei stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the corn, but he ran away when he stretched out his hand. The mortal monk who still wanted to eat looked at the raised corn in puzzlement: "?"

"When did I shake hands with Cihang? I don't remember."

The Great Tang Sage held up the corn, and said calmly, "It seems that this matter was not written in the diary."

"When was the red boy? It was the Holy Infant King." After finishing speaking, Chen Wei motioned for him to pass the corn.

Those who heard the answer not only did not return the corn, but also planned to eat it by themselves: "Which red boy, I can't remember."

Chen Wei rolled his eyes at him: "It's that little monster who wears a red bellyband and has 33 lands and 33 mountain gods, and was finally taken away by Cihang and became a money-scattering boy by his side."

A certain holy monk suddenly realized, and broke the corn in his hand into two pieces, "There were so many monsters along the way, I didn't expect you to remember it so clearly, and that monster forced you to shake hands with Cihang?"

"No, why did he force me to shake hands with Cihang?" Chen Wei thought his question sounded a little weird.

"So there are no monsters to persecute you, so why did you shake hands with Cihang?"

"This is because—" Chen Wei, who was about to explain, stopped suddenly when he reached his mouth, his eyes fell on Xuanzang's expressionless face suspiciously, and his corn was almost crushed corn grits.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his brain, and the mortal monk spoke cautiously with some uncertainty: "Are you jealous?"

"Ah."

The corn that had turned into scum was put down in disdain, and the Tang monk wiped off the scum in his hands expressionlessly, then raised his eyes and looked at the mortal monk who was standing in a daze opposite: "There was no time when we were so close, You have already shook hands with Cihang, and you can still hear the prayers of the believers in his ears."

"It was an accident at the time, I just hit it off."

Chen Wei was a little flustered by those eager eyes, why did he think of shaking hands with Cihang, and why did he shake hands at that time?He couldn't remember it himself, it seemed like he just touched it casually?

"Come on, let me have a look."

The holy monk who was justifiably jealous dragged the desk that was in front of the two of them aside, motioned for the other to come over, and personally demonstrated to him how to set it up smoothly.

Chen Wei raised his right hand, stretched it on the back of Xuanzang's hand, shook it lightly, and tilted his head to look at the dissatisfied person: "Is this so?"

"This way we can hear the prayers of the believers clearly?" Xuanzang looked at the distance of one foot between the two, doubting this.

"That's okay, that's it!" Chen Wei moved over directly, shoulder to shoulder with him, arms folded, palms to backs of hands, the distance of one foot became an inch on the spot.

The Great Tang Sage squinted at the dispensable distance between the two, his face expressionless, "So close?"

Chen Wei never thought that it would be such a difficult thing to explain to others.

If he knew this would happen, why did he mention the word Cihang just now?There are so many interesting and interesting topics in the world, how come Cihang is mentioned.

Xuanzang didn't get a satisfactory answer for a long time, so he shook the held palm, motioning the other person to come back to his senses, "Thinking about how to make up a reason for me?"

The mortal monk who thought about the reason for a long time gave him a silent look, "Yes, I'm thinking about the reason."

"Then think about it slowly." Xuanzang clasped the palm that had to be withdrawn with his backhand, and this time he held that hand, interlocking his fingers firmly: "You can start thinking."

Chen Wei didn't think of a word, his eyes were full of the palm being held by someone, it was not enough for that palm to be clasped tightly, a certain holy monk also took out his other hand and changed it to hold him with both hands. The hand directly started to play.

"Itch—" The pinched palm wanted to escape, but it couldn't be pulled off after several times.

"Is this the reason you made up?" Xuanzang slowly grasped the wrist that had to be withdrawn, not allowing him to take it away.

The mortal monk who couldn't get his hand back and his wrist was pinched by someone had no choice but to admit defeat: "Can I admit my mistake? I just shook hands with him, and I even kissed you. You kissed me three times, Bai Jian I thought you were bullying me, but I wasn't even angry with you!"

After finishing speaking confidently, the huge Buddhist scripture pavilion fell into dead silence. Bai Jian, who was lying in the corner and sleeping, suddenly heard his name, raised his head in a daze, and wanted to crawl out to see the situation.

Before one of his front paws could be stepped out, Hu Jiu, who was sleeping soundly behind him, rolled over and pressed him all over him. That annoying big tail directly blocked his eyes and ears.

Bai Jian struggled vigorously, but to Hu Jiu, who was countless times his size, his little strength was as indifferent as a lice.

With his feet on the ground, he pawed at Bai Jian, who was unable to move for a long time. He was so tired that he was out of breath, but Hu Jiu, who was sleeping on him, didn't even move at all.

Behind the screen in the main hall, the Great Tang Monk stared at the man with dodgy eyes in front of him, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "So you have been thinking about this matter, since it caused a misunderstanding to Bai Jian, of course you have to solve it, I won't move." I don't take the initiative, you can kiss you back any way you kissed before, and if you are still not satisfied, you can also call Baijian to watch here, how did you bully me. "

Bai Jian in the corner heard his name again, and tried hard to hear it clearly.

The fox's tail lying on his body pressed down, completely blocking Bai Jian's ears, resolutely not allowing him to eavesdrop.

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