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

When Chen Wei woke up, he found himself sitting cross-legged in a strange room.

As soon as he looked up and looked around, the door not far away was pushed open from the outside.

Chen Wei looked up.

Elder Fa Ming was holding a plate of cut peaches in his hand, and when he walked in, he saw the little apprentice sitting cross-legged on the futon, looking at him longingly.

"Eat a piece, it's quite sweet." A plate of sliced ​​peaches was handed to Chen Wei.

Chen Wei, whose situation was unknown, raised the corner of his mouth, picked up a piece of peach from the plate, and thanked the other party by the way: "Thank you, master."

Fa Ming took off his shoes, pulled the futon to sit opposite him, and the master and apprentice sat alone, eating peaches mouthful.

The peaches in Chen Wei's hand were quickly finished, but he still hadn't figured out why he was sitting here, or even his purpose here.

Seeing that there was only the last bite of the peach in his hand, Fa Ming, who was sitting across from him, ate the peach in his hand one step faster than him, then put down his plate, and picked up the scriptures neatly placed beside him.

"Your handwriting is getting better and better now. You should be awakened to learn from you." Fa Ming opened one of the books, looked at the iron-painted silver hook-like characters on it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"After copying this book, what do you think about the Sutra of Infinite Life?"

The little monk gnawing on a peach stopped breathing.

After a few seconds, he said nonchalantly, "Master, have you ever seen a monk go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss just because he recited the Buddha's name?"

Elder Fa Ming raised his eyelids when he heard such a rebellious scene; "Is this what you learned after copying this book?"

Chen Wei was embarrassed, God knows what the content of that book was about, could it be about longevity from the name?

He just tried to change the subject, but it seemed that the transfer failed.

The person who quickly ate a piece of peach was kicked out of the room by Elder Faming, along with the scripture that was said to have been copied by him.

"Rewrite it ten times, when you understand it, come to me again." Fa Ming threw the apprentice out of the door after leaving this sentence.

As the apprentice grew up, he began to ask some questions that made adults bald.

Fa Ming rubbed his bald head and thought, fortunately, the image was not damaged just now.

But the way this kid asked questions seemed to be awakened. When he was a child, the kid opened his mouth and asked him if he had seen Guanyin Bodhisattva.

If you haven't seen it, why believe it.

Can a wish come true?If it can’t come true, why do we still have to give fruits and other issues that give Faming a headache.

It's only been a few years, and he's going to start answering this kind of question again.

Holding the books, Chen Wei lazily walked towards his meditation room. When he passed the window sill of his room, the little black spider spirit who had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time saw him and waved at him from a distance to ask: "Are you feeling better?"

"??? What's wrong with my body?" Chen Wei picked it up from the window sill, put it on his shoulder and asked.

Xiao Hei stretched his neck and leaned closer to see the expression on his face.

"Are you in a good mood again? It seems that your master's ability is quite high. Didn't you say that you feel that your memory has gone wrong these days, so you went to ask the master to look at your body for you? Why did you forget it again?"

This human memory is so poor.

Chen Wei held the book and frowned; "I told you so?"

"That's right, you rubbed the palm of my hand with a stick of incense, and even quarreled with me, and then you said that there seems to be something wrong with your health, and you are going to find Elder Fa Ming."

Xiao Hei explained everything he did today.

The person standing by the window sill recalled what Xiao Hei said.

He understood every word, but he had no impression of everything.

Xiao Hei lay on his shoulder, yawned, squinted at the confused expression on his face, and sighed; "It seems that you forgot again."

Chen Wei really didn't forget it, he just wondered if there was really something wrong with his body.

Otherwise, how could I forget what I did in two or three days.

And the first time I forgot, it has been four and a half years, and now it changes every day. If I don't see the doctor, Chen Wei is afraid that he will even forget who Xiao Hei is tomorrow.

The thoughtful person entered his meditation room with a sullen face, walked to the desk automatically and took a pen to write down his experience in the past few days.

"Four and a half years have passed since I woke up. I have no memory of this morning, nor of yesterday morning and the night before."

"I only remember half of all the conversations I had with Xiao Hei. I don't remember the quarrel, and I don't remember it running away from home. I don't remember why I was in Elder Faming's room..."

The person in front of the desk quickly wrote the entire chapter.

Looking at the words written by himself, Chen Wei looked at the contents recorded above, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Xiao Hei was holding on to the collar of the little monk, trying to get in at a close distance. Four of his eight legs had already been stretched in. Seeing that his body was about to climb in, a palm descended from the sky and lifted it up.

Put it on top of the pen holder.

"Xiao Hei, what kind of person am I who quarreled with you?"

Chen Wei has a bold idea in his heart, but it has not been certified yet.

"That's you, what's the difference?"

The little spider spirit was puzzled by his question.

Chen Wei shook his head, opened the scripture book he brought back, flipped from the first page to the last night, followed the contents of the book with a pen, and wrote a few words in the blank space as he wanted.

The font is a completely different style.

No matter how much a person changes, the habits developed since childhood will not be forgotten because of a short-term amnesia.

Chen Wei raised his head again and looked at this simple room.

He shook his head directly and clearly. He didn't like this kind of simple and bland style. Even if he was poor, he would transplant at least one wild flower from the back mountain and put it on the desk.

This kind of bare table with only books will not be his at all.

"Forget it, Xiao Hei, you are staring at me tonight, and when I wake up, you will hand me this piece of paper."

Chen Wei added another sentence to the doubtful paper he wrote down, and after the pen and ink were dry, he rolled it up and handed it to Xiao Hei, letting him keep it until he woke up again.

In the middle of the night, the sleeping person woke up from his sleep. The starry sky outside the window was shining endlessly. Jiang Liu took a look and turned over. His black eyes met a small black spot in the moonlight in the darkness.

"You're awake, I'm going to fall asleep if you don't wake up."

Sitting on the big ball of paper, Xiao Hei stretched his waist when he saw him wake up, and then dragged the paper under him to him: "Here, this is what you wrote before going to bed , you said that after you open your eyes again, let me give it to you as soon as possible."

Jiang Liu caught the crumpled piece of paper sitting on it, smoothed the paper before opening it, got up and went to the desk to light the oil lamp, and then looked at the paper full of content.

Looking from right to left, there are three characters written vertically on the far right.

"who are you?"

The person in front of the desk trembled, took the oil lamp closer, and continued to look down.

"I heard from Xiao Hei that recently I have always lost my memory, and after losing my memory, I will do some behaviors that are completely different from usual."

"But a person's memory can change, but his living habits and preferences will not change all of a sudden, so I hope we can get to know each other and find out the cause of amnesia."

"These are the things I remember in the past few days. If you also remember these, please mark √ below, and if you don't remember, you can mark X."

Jiang Liu looked at the completely unfamiliar font, and turned to look at the little black spider sleeping beside the bed.

Xiao Hei was pushed awake in his sleep, the sleepy-eyed little monster turned over, grabbed a corner of the quilt to cover his face, and his voice buzzed from under the quilt; "What's the matter, can you let me sleep. "

The little monk squatted beside the bed, stretched out one of his hands, and stared at the little spider; "I will lend you the Buddha's light, I just ask you a few questions."

Buddha light!

Xiao Hei, whose sleepy eyelids were battling, woke up immediately, dropped the quilt and climbed into his palm in three steps and two steps, and then lay down, the old god asked; "Tell me, what question do you want to ask."

"This piece of paper, did you watch me write it with your own eyes?"

Jiang Liu raised the piece of paper he had been holding in his left hand and asked.

"Of course, I saw you write it with my own eyes. After being kicked out by Elder Faming, you have been sitting there writing this, and you forgot?"

Little Black Spider didn't wait for him to answer, and began to shake his head and sigh; "My friend, your brain is really abnormal, go down the mountain and find a doctor to treat you."

If you delay any longer, the child will be completely stupid.

"Thank you, you go to sleep."

Knowing that this piece of paper was really written by him, Jiang Liu took the spider out of his hand.

I was going to put it back on the corner of the quilt, but when I thought that the other party was walking around on the ground every day without shoes, I raised my hand and put it on the spider web on the window sill; "Go back to rest on your beam, I am not used to sleeping with others. "

"I'm a spider, not a man."

"Not used to sleeping with spiders either."

The little black spider squinted its sleepy compound eyes, seriously suspecting that the other party loathed it.

The little monk who disliked spiders looked at it blankly, his eyes bright and upright.

"Forget it, for the sake of your bad brain, I don't care about you." The little spider waved his hand generously, crawled back to his home along the spider web, and fell asleep again.

The person next to the bed also returned to the desk.

Jiang Liu took out a piece of white rice paper again, and answered his amnesiac self one by one, all the contents on that paper.

"I am Jiang Liu. I have no memory of what you said. Your doubts are also mine. The spider said that you were kicked out of the room by the master. What happened?"

Every sentence on that piece of paper, Jiang Liu drew an X pattern, although he didn't understand what the pattern meant.

After writing all his questions, Jiang Liu put the answers on the desk, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

The morning bell came from the kitchen, and the person who had only slept in the middle of the night opened his eyes again. Jiang Liu looked at the beams above him, sat up the next second, put on his shoes, and ran to the desk.

Last night, the piece of paper I wrote was still neatly laid out along the edge of the desk just like before I left.

Jiang Liu lowered his head, looked at his own answer, and then at the other party's piece of paper, nothing changed.