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

Time passed quickly, one man, one horse and one monkey walked in this deep mountain for dozens of days before coming out. Every day when I opened my eyes, I saw either the white snow or the dripping cave.

In the cold winter season, there are not even a single bird on the branches.

Even Chen Wei, who came out occasionally, was so bored that he didn't want to talk at all after walking for ten days in this kind of place where there were no birds, no animals.

A group of people hurried on their way, and finally left the mountain on the third day after the snow stopped.

The feet wrapped in huge banana leaves landed on the thick snow. Chen Wei exhaled white breath and looked at the sun in the distance, as well as the knee-deep snow on the green grass.

Someone quietly grabbed a ball of snowflakes from the ground, kneaded them into a ball, and when the back of the Great Sage's head was facing him, he swung the snowball with his wrist and smashed it out.

Right in the middle of the brown-yellow monkey head.

The monkey carrying the Ruyi golden cudgel stopped, stretched out his hand to pick up the half snowball that fell on his shoulder, and turned to look at the mortal behind him with a blank expression.

"I just slipped my hand and it fell off."

Sun Wukong held the half of the snowball, raised his eyebrows at the smiling face, bent down to pick up a large pile of snowflakes from the ground in the next second, kneaded his palms into a huge snowball, and walked towards the person who wanted to escape. people.

"Master, let my old grandson try it too, try to see how to slide the snowball onto his head from such a long distance."

That huge snowball flew towards Chen Wei's head.

The mortal who was about to escape was hit on the head by a snowball before his feet could be lifted up, "Gudong."

Lie on his back and fell down, lying there motionless, with his eyes open and unable to even blink.

Monkey King, who was about to make a joke with him, ran over quickly.

"Master, Master!"

Chen Wei, who was lying on the ground, opened a little sore eyes, hid one hand under his body and quietly grabbed a ball of snow, and waited for the great sage to approach, then raised his palm: "Snap!"

The snowflakes in one hand stuck to the face of the sharp-billed monkey cheek.

Monkey King, the great sage who thought he was smashed by himself, looked at the mortals on the ground who were laughing together with a dark face, silently wiped off the snow on his face, then grabbed a bigger ball of snowflakes and smashed them out .

In the empty snow field, one person and one monkey were sweating profusely, and the uncomfortable feeling of being surrounded by that gloomy and quiet mountain for ten days was finally swept away.

Chen Wei was panting, his hands were red with cold, covering the blanket that Bai Longma handed him.

"There is also a mouth to add here."

While directing Wukong to the snowman he just piled up, add a smiling mouth with a branch.

"There are still eyes, and the eyes are gone again!"

Wukong threw the two fallen stones aside, picked up two branches on the side, and inserted them directly into the snowman's eye sockets.

"Take it easy, don't break it."

Chen Wei patted the snowman's head that was about to crack, and fixed it with fresh snow.

After they were all finished, Chen Wei stood three meters away, looking at the giant work in front of them with his hands on his hips.

Two human-like snowmen stand side by side, with a monkey crouching on the left and a white horse on the right.

Having seen enough of the snowman, Chen Wei took out his diary again, and drew the scene in front of him with charcoal for Xuanzang, so that he could feel it too.

After doing all this, the man whose hands were numb from the cold finally got on his horse and left here.

They walked in the snow until the afternoon, and when they saw the sunset, they saw a new mountain erected in front of them, and the shadows of towers and towers were everywhere in the valley, and the palaces and pavilions were heavy.

"My lord, are there people living there?"

Chen Wei rested his hands on his brows, and stretched his head to look in that direction.

After living in the wild for ten days, he already desperately wants to sleep in bed, drink hot soup and take a hot bath.

Monkey King jumped onto the big tree on the side and looked towards the corner of the house over there. "Without the flying fish-patterned beast spine, this might be a temple."

"Let's go, let's live here tonight!"

Hearing that it was a temple, Chen Wei was so excited that he pulled the rein of the little white dragon and ran all the way, and arrived at the gate of the temple in an instant.

At the gate of the mountain, there are layers upon layers, majestic and colorful clouds floating in the mid-air, and in front of the Wufu Hall, there are thousands of natural landscapes surrounded by red mist.

On both sides of the steps of the mountain road, pine trees are planted along the way. Climbing up the steps, the bell and drum towers are high, the pagoda is steep, and a weather-beaten plaque hangs on the main hall of the mountain gate.

There are four big characters written on it: "Guanyin Temple."

Chen Wei looked at the four big characters and felt that the sky above his head was like a thunderbolt.

Isn't this the Guanyin Temple in Journey to the West, who used fire in the middle of the night to burn down half the temple in order to get his brocade cassock?

Inside the mountain gate, the abbot of the Avalokitesvara Temple stated that he was wearing a square hat on his head at the moment, with opals inlaid around it, which looked exquisite and brilliant. colored gemstones.

With wrinkled face and dizzy eyes, he held a white copper pot, poured a cup of fragrant tea, and sat on the porch leisurely, watching the birds and beasts in the courtyard looking for food on the ground.

Chen Wei had already dismounted from the white dragon horse, tidied up his clothes, led the white horse and led Wukong to the mountain gate, and looked inside.

"Hello? Anyone?"

A voice floated on the mountain road, but no one responded.

"The snow on the ground has no traces of people walking, I'm afraid there is no one."

Wukong pointed to the thick snow on the steps.

Before they left the big mountain, it had not snowed for three days. If someone lived here, they would have gone out of the mountain to clear the snow.

"Go up and have a look first."

Chen Wei pulled the reins, thinking that there must be people there, but he didn't know if the monks here were ready to take his cassock, or if it was too cold to go out.

They walked all the way to the main hall, only to see two six or seven-year-old boys holding brooms and cleaning the road in front of the main hall.

"Amitabha, hello, two senior brothers."

The monk standing at the entrance of the main hall greeted the two young monks with a happy face and raised his palms.

Guangfa and Guangqiong, who were sweeping the floor, looked up one after another, and saw a strange monk, wearing a half-new monk's robe, holding a tall horse and a monkey, looking at them with a smile.

"Where are you from?"

Guangfa dropped the broom and walked up to the man curiously, looking at the horse, the man, and the monkey in the short monk's robe.

"The poor monk came from the Great Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land. He was going to the Leiyin Temple in the Western Heaven to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. He passed by here when it was getting dark. I wonder if the two senior brothers can stay overnight."

Even if someone came to snatch his cassock, he must have a hot meal and a hot bath.

Guangqiong also ran over, looked at the good-looking monk, grabbed his sleeve in surprise, and jumped up to look at his bald head.

"Are you really a monk?"

"Of course, I became a monk since I was born. My master is Elder Faming, the abbot of Jinshan Temple in Jiangzhou."

Chen Wei bent down and showed him his bald head.

"But you don't have a scar." Guangqiong pointed to his head, which had a small round scar on it.

Beside him, on Guangfa's head, there is also one.

The two little monks were so obedient, someone couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the little bald head, and explained to them with a smile: "Because the body, hair and skin are affected by the parents, you can't hurt them casually without the consent of the parents. Light incense Not even scars."

Back in Jinshan Temple, Chen Wei was very happy for three days when he saw that there was no incense scar on the head of senior brother Awakening Jueming.

Without the incense scar, if he has the opportunity to return to vulgarity in the future, he can still grow his hair again.

As a result, this beautiful idea was shattered when Elder Faming named him Xuanzang.

It was the first time for Guangfa and Guangqiong to meet outsiders, and they were still Tang monks who had come from far, far away. They both stopped sweeping and pulled his sleeves to ask him to talk more about outside affairs.

Chen Wei didn't leave, and went straight into the Guanyin Hall. First, he offered a stick of incense to the Bodhisattvas, and then, holding the hot tea poured by the young monk Guangfa, he told them how he became a monk.

"Guangfa, Guangqiong? Why don't you sweep your land?"

Monk Guangzhi was wearing a gorgeous monk's robe. When he passed the main hall, he saw the two brooms thrown on the ground. The disciples who had been sweeping the floor had disappeared. He thought they were running to play and hurriedly called their names.

"No, Senior Brother Guangzhi is here."

In the main hall, the two young monks who were pestering Chen Wei to tell stories changed their expressions drastically when they heard the shouts from outside, and hurriedly put down their tea and ran out.

"It's so cute, just like when I was a child."

A certain person sat on the futon by himself, looking at the two little boys who ran out the door, thinking that he was like this when he was a child.

Every time after doing something bad, as soon as he heard Brother Awakening calling his name, he would immediately run away from the scene of the crime.

Outside the door, Guangzhi looked at the two junior brothers who ran out, and was about to teach them a lesson with a cold face, when Guangqiong grabbed his palm, "Senior brother, brother, a monk from Dongtu Datang came to our temple, he It's in the hall."

"Monk? From the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"

When Guangzhi heard this, he didn't need to be dragged by his younger brother, he strode into the hall with great strides, and met the strange monk sitting there cross-legged.

Chen Wei sat in the middle of the futon without any panic, put his hands together and recited "Amitabha, this brother is polite."

The futon is too soft, people who have been sitting on cold stones and saddles for ten days really don't want to get up.

Guangzhi looked at the luggage beside him and the monk's robe on his body, and frowned: "You said you are a monk from the Tang Dynasty."

"That's right, the poor monk was ordered by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to go to the Leiyin Temple in Xitian to pray for Buddhist scriptures."

Chen Wei repeated what he had just explained to the boys.

Guangzhi snorted coldly, and pointed at the Guanyin Bodhisattva on the lotus platform; "Then you know how far we are from your Tang Dynasty! How could you come here alone."

The person sitting on the futon nodded calmly: "I know, from the border of Chang'an, it took three thousand miles to reach Liangjie Mountain, and then passed through Nasiphan Hami Kingdom, and it took another five thousand miles to reach you."

Chen Wei found his customs clearance document from his luggage, opened it and handed it over.

Guangzhi took the things without changing his expression, and saw the official seals on it along the way, as well as the national seal of the Sipan Hami Kingdom, his expression gradually improved, and he handed the things back to him, putting away his contempt.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is rude. Master, please sit down for a while. I will invite my master to see you."

The great monk left, and Chen Wei placed an order alone. When he saw the two little boys poking their heads at the door, his eyes lit up and he beckoned them to continue coming.

He took out two pieces of candy that he was reluctant to eat and handed them to them.

"What's your master's name? Is that your senior brother just now? How many senior brothers do you have?"

Guangfa licked the sweet candy skin, sat next to him and explained to him: "My master is 270 years old, and there are 230 monks in our temple, all adopted by him."

Chen Wei, who got other people's information, was shocked.

Looking at the exquisitely painted pillars in front of him, and the golden-bodied Bodhisattva on the throne, he pointed to the clean and bright hall: "Your master has picked up so many of you, and you can still maintain such a good temple?"

"That's right, it's very simple." Guangqiong hugged Candy with innocent eyes.

A certain poor monk who lived poorly in Jinshan Temple for several years and lived a good life only by making wishes, only felt that he had been shot in the knee by an arrow.

When Guangzhi came out with two disciples and supported an old monk, Chen Wei immediately jumped up from the futon and saluted the abbot respectfully.

This is an entrepreneurial talent who adopted hundreds of disciples and was able to build such a large temple.

The author has something to say: Cihang: But he snatched your cassock.

Chen Wei: That would be too much, unless he taught me his entrepreneurial skills.

感谢在2021-01-1721:19:25~2021-01-1723:35:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Yimenmen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!