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

Xuanzang found the three things of unknown use from the suitcase he rescued.

After Cihang taught him how to use it, he pointed to the monkey and said, "As long as you put it on that monkey, from now on, if he does the evil thing like today again, you will chant that scripture and punish him."

"How do you deal with the black bear spirit? And can this temple be restored to its original state?"

Xuanzang took the magic spell and asked about the temple again.

Cihang turned around and looked at the black civet cat squatting under the lotus platform at his feet in the main hall, showing compassion in his eyes: "Forget it, I'll just listen to you and help it once."

The willow branches were taken out from the clean bottle held in the hand, and the stars and stars fell into the dilapidated temple, the damaged items were restored, and the burnt items were restored to their original state.

Exhausted, Xie Ming opened his cat's eyes wide, looking at the countless incarnations at the door, the vast and benevolent figure, the tears that had just stopped rolled down again.

"Bodhisattva ∧ Spear, Boiling, Zhang, Four Stunned, Na Huan∥Liquid Appearance, Locust, Wan, Catch, Swan, Blow, Na Huan, Yi, Ace, Embedded, Bad Yin, Yin Rank..."

He said while running outside.I saw that the Guanyin Temple gradually returned to its original state after the fire last night. The flowers, plants and trees took on a new look.

When the last word was pronounced, the entire Guanyin Temple had returned to its former appearance, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, verdant cypresses and pines.

After doing all this, Cihang stopped and looked at the dejected monkey beside him: "The monkey is not leading the way yet, after I take away the black bear spirit, I will let your master teach you a lesson."

Before Wukong left, he took a look at the mortal monk who was holding the magic spell over there. Facing his gaze, the other person turned around without saying a word, without even looking at him.

"He must be angry."

For the rest of the journey, until Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva accepted the black bear spirit as the gatekeeper of the purple bamboo forest, Wukong was listless.

After the Bodhisattva left with the black bear spirit, he hurried back to the Guanyin Temple. After entering the courtyard, the monks who were burning incense and chanting Buddha in the main hall saw him, the monkey who burned the temple, all glaring at him.

Wukong pretended not to see it, and rushed all the way back to the guest courtyard behind.

Seeing that, as he got closer to the gate of the courtyard, the pace under his feet became slower and slower.

After the ink was smeared for a stick of incense, he finally walked to the gate of the courtyard and listened to the movement inside.

In the yard, Chen Wei hugged the black cat spirit and massaged her head.

"Okay, okay, you have a lot of big cats, can I apologize to you on behalf of my apprentice?"

Chen Wei did not expect that the Great Sage would be so impulsive and do such a thing.

As soon as he woke up, he found himself sleeping on the bed, holding a diary with half-finished notes in his hand.

Xuanzang wrote down everything that happened last night and today to him clearly, saying that he wanted to collect this monkey, and now he would not intervene and let him handle it by himself.

However, if Chen Wei's handling results don't satisfy him, he will definitely chase the monkey away when he wakes up.

"Hmph, you are you, your apprentice is your apprentice, I want him to apologize to me."

Explain that he was still arrogant, and insisted on apologizing himself.

"Okay, he burned your temple because he did something wrong. I will ask him to apologize to you, but you have to promise me that we will reconcile after the apology. This matter will be exposed, and we are not allowed to mention it again. How?" Chen Wei pinched his tail to make him agree.

"This, this, press here too, if your craftsmanship makes me comfortable, I will agree."

Like the second uncle, he sprawled out on the soft carpet, pointing the tip of his tail at the itchy flesh on his back, asking him to press it again.

"Okay, guest, just tell me, all twelve of my hours today belong to you."

Behind the black cat, Chen Wei sat on the futon responsibly, started working with his ten fingers, pressed him from the cat's cheeks all the way to the tip of the tail, and made him a few sets of cats inside and out, and finally got it A word of agreement from the other side.

"Huh, if you don't agree with me, I will set the temple on fire."

Chen Wei, who was about to finish his work, fell to the ground exhausted, his ten fingers twitching in pain.

The person who fell on the ground tilted his body and saw a monkey figure walking in from the gate of the courtyard in the distance.

The other party lowered his head, walked all the way from the melting snow corridor to his front and back, and then walked to the black cat that was still sprawled: "I was wrong about burning your temple."

Mingming turned over, stretched his whole body and relaxed, "Forget it, your master has already apologized for you, but we can no longer keep you two plague gods in our temple. Before noon today, you must come from me. out of the temple."

He didn't dare to take them in for another night, who knew what would happen tonight.

"We'll be leaving after lunch."

Chen Wei, who was on the side, was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hands, and said that he would definitely leave, so as not to harm his precious land.

Explaining that he had enough rest, he swayed to the Buddha light of Master Datang, and went to the main hall to practice leisurely.

Leave this pair of master and apprentice to talk alone.

The extra monsters left, and the air in the guest courtyard seemed to be quiet. Chen Wei was still lying on the ground, directly took the futon next to him and put it behind his head, and then waved at the monkey.

"Help me squeeze my hands to explain that his body is small. It's tiring to massage him for a long time."

Sun Wukong stuffed his Ruyi Golden Cudgel into his ears, walked up to him obediently and sat down, took his slightly red palm on the ground, and squeezed it gently.

Chen Wei tilted his head to see his taciturn appearance, couldn't help laughing out loud, and rubbed his monkey head with the other palm: "Don't do that, I'm not angry with you."

"But I did something wrong, the Bodhisattva said so, and Xuanzang also saw me in the same way."

Wukong lowered his head, looking at the human palm in his hand.

This palm is very light, very white, very soft, and has no power except for that bit of Buddha's light. Whether it is 500 years ago or today, he can break hundreds of such palms with one finger.

"Wukong, explain that a cat demon has a compassionate heart. Even if it has thousands of reasons to adopt those human disciples, its kindness is a heart of great compassion. Not all monsters in the world are bad. If Every time we see a monster, we don’t care about it, if we rush up and beat him to death with a stick, then what will you do?"

Chen Wei turned sideways, looked at him and said: "You are also a monster now, if every powerful person thinks like you, and kills monsters when they see them, regardless of whether they are good or bad, what do you think? What is the world like?"

Sun Wukong thought of this question for the first time, and fell into silence for a while while holding that soft palm.

If all the powerful gods and demons in the world think like him.

Wukong thought, then he might not even have the chance to live to practice in the Three Star Cave, let alone go to heaven to make a big fuss.

"I know that you set the fire because you wanted Guanshiyin Bodhisattva to help me. It is a good thing that you want to help me, but helping others should not be done on the premise of harming others.

It doesn't matter if we can't beat the monster next time, didn't many gods in Heaven think they were very powerful in the past?When we encounter monsters at that time, we will go directly to them to help us and let them be free labor for us. If they refuse to come, we will not learn from the experience and stay where we are. Anyway, they must be the ones who are anxious. "

After hearing his idea, Wukong looked helplessly at the upright monk on the ground: "Those gods will look down on your timidity."

The people on the ground twirled the Buddha beads hanging on their chests, and they were covered with Buddha light: "Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for perception, thinking, and consciousness. Everything is caused by the flow of causes and conditions."

"Recite scriptures every day, and I don't care how much you believe in Buddhism." Sun Wukong dropped the palm he had been holding for a long time, and muttered in a low voice.

"Buddha is in the heart, in the eyes, if you talk about it all day long, then the Buddha will not be able to sleep every day. Everyone is shouting at him, he can't sleep all day, how tired, I definitely don't want to be a Buddha. "

"You...how could you be a Buddha." Wu Kong glanced at him, saw the strong Buddha light on his body, and thought that maybe you were really a Buddha in your previous life, and maybe it was because you were not very sincere that you were kicked out After crossing the catastrophe, come back.

The human who had been lying on the ground for a long time finally got up, looked at the warm sunshine in the courtyard, stretched a lot, and took out a golden round headband from his sleeve.

"This is a magic weapon given to me by Guanshiyin Bodhisattva. It is called the Tightening Curse. Once it is put on the demon, as long as I recite the spell, the other party will have a headache, eye pain and ear pain. You can take it off until the west. Are you willing to wear it? "

Wukong stood up from the ground, glanced at the golden headband, and then looked at the mortal with calm eyes in front of him: "You can lie to me and let me wear it directly."

"Why are you lying? You are my apprentice. It's not about explaining that black cat spirit. If you don't like it, you don't need to wear it. I just want to give it to you. I want you to hold it. Always remind yourself that before you do anything, you don't need to wear it. Think calmly first, and don't be too impulsive.

The monastery can be restored, and the scriptures can be revived, but the heart that has been hurt by it cannot be repaired by any spells. The Bodhisattva restored the temple, but you see the monks in the temple, and they did not forget what you did. Even though it was the first day you moved in, everyone still liked you very much. "

Sun Wukong took the magic spell from the other party's hand, and put it on his head with a speechless expression: "I'm wearing it, don't talk about it, you're only a teenager, why do you talk so much? Don't you monks in the Tang Dynasty all talk?" I think you are long-winded, so I don't talk to you, you are uncomfortable and tell me now, right?"

Chen Wei shut up, looked at the curse on the opponent's head, was shocked, jumped up and stretched out his hand to take it off.

It turned out that this thing grew on Wukong's head. No matter how hard he tried to pull it out, he couldn't pull it out. Instead, he grabbed a monkey's face and almost deformed it.

"Why did you wear it? I just asked you to put it on your body to remind yourself at any time. What if Xuanzang recites scriptures in the future?"

Wukong used the golden cudgel to push the magic spell on his head, and after confirming that he couldn't get it off, he didn't care: "Then even if the monk has the same temperament as the snow mountain, it can't be that I didn't do something wrong, so he still recites the curse to harm me, right?"

"Of course not, Xuanzang is not this kind of person."

After Chen Wei finished speaking, he was slapped in the face that night.

A certain monk who was evaluated as being as temperamental as a snow mountain got up in the middle of the night and saw the thing on the brown monkey's head. How many times have I punished you for letting you wear this thing?"

The monkey, who had not been punished once, stared vigilantly at the scriptures opened in his hand, its hair bristling.

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