Baby Wukong is three and a half years old [Journey to the West]

When the seventh princess went to the dining hall, she was taken aback. The meat buns steamed today piled up on the table in the back kitchen to form a hill!

Steaming and fragrant~

Everyone was making a noise together, drooling over the steamed stuffed buns, "Is steamed stuffed buns all three meals a day?"

"Are we going out? The steamed stuffed buns are dry food for me? When will we distribute them?"

"Can I eat a few more this morning?"

In the end, she was chased away by Aunt Zhu with a rolling pin, "This is for His Royal Highness to take it back to heaven, and it's not for you!"

"If you can't get out, ask the master!"

"You can't eat too much!"

Howling in the dining hall~~

The seventh princess was surprised and wronged: when will she bring so many buns back to the sky?

When Aunt Zhu saw the Seventh Princess coming, she immediately greeted her with a smile, "Come here, Your Highness~"

Seventh Princess walked over in fear under the gaze of everyone, and then watched helplessly as the pile of small buns disappeared into the storage bag, and were stuffed into her hands again.

……

The girl felt that she was going to be overwhelmed by envious and jealous eyes...

Back spine is a bit chilly~

Aunt Zhu smiled and said, "Princess, these are the steamed buns Miss Xianzi wanted, and they are all here. What are you having for breakfast today?"

The Seventh Princess said blankly, "Eat whatever you have..." Looking around, the kitchen staff and what they saw did not have a white and round appearance, with pleats on the top, and at the same time exuded the fragrance of noodles and meat. He Caixiang, a cute little thing called Baozi...

Aunt Zhu gave her a food plate with a bowl of rice porridge, a plate of fried eggs, a steamed bun, and a plate of pickles.

... No wonder Xianzi said that the buns will be gone if she goes late, so she made them round!

The girl ate her fill in grief and indignation!

With the title of "Lingtai Mountain Steamed Bun Robber", the Seventh Princess carried a big burden for Xianzi, and carrying a bag full of steamed buns, bid farewell to everyone in Lingtai Mountain and went back to the sky.

Fat Lie Lie got up late today and didn't see the Baozi Mountain in the morning. Hearing everyone's discussion, he couldn't help but yearn for it in his heart. Seeing the back of the Seventh Princess disappearing into the sky, he murmured, "From today onwards, I will Announcing that buns are my favorite food!"

Shoutout~~ Little Fat Dragon swallowed a big mouthful of saliva~

Qiuqiu took out a steaming bun from nowhere and handed it over, "Here, eat it! You don't need to thank me!"

Little Panglong was startled, "Where did you get the steamed stuffed bun? You got it from Princess Qi?"

Qiuqiu smiled complacently, "I woke up in the morning and was hungry, so I brought it directly from the back kitchen. It was just out of the pan and hot. Eat it!" Today's buns are indeed delicious~ He lay on the bed, When I went to wash up, I ate five or six at a time!

Fat Lilie felt betrayed: "You secretly took food from the canteen behind our backs!"

Qiuqiu looked at him puzzled, "Did I give you a bun?"

Little Panglong was stunned, looked at the steamed stuffed bun in his hand, and couldn't deny it, "I gave it..."

Qiuqiu asked again, "Did I tell you where it came from?"

"Say, say..."

Qiuqiu snorted, "What do you call it, carrying it behind your back, how can you say it is secretly?"

The little guy had a round belly with a bulging belly unique to children, and he said confidently, "Besides, when I was taking the buns, I told Aunt Zhu that Aunt Zhu picked them up on a plate and handed them to me. It's!" Take it with your own hands, isn't it hot?Besides, it's not clean!

So the steamed buns he ate were all aboveboard!

Oh……

Even though he said that, Xiao Panglong still felt that there was something wrong...

But the steamed stuffed bun smells really good, and it feels like if he keeps asking, Qiuqiu will turn his face and snatch it back, so Fat Lilie had no choice but to keep silent, and while he was wronged, he ate a whole big pork bun. clean.

Ooooh, it's really delicious~

During the whole day, Little Panglong followed Qiuqiu, staring at him closely, holding two little chubby hands, hesitating to speak.

Qiuqiu was inexplicably entangled, "There are no more buns, they are all eaten, it is useless for you to follow me!"

Little Panglong blushed, he let out a groan, and moved away a little bit. After a while, the fat buttocks rubbed and rubbed, and moved to the side of Qiuqiu again.

Qiuqiu hid from his senior brother, Red Grass moved to Danshen, Danshen...

There is a wall over Danshen, and I can't move it.

Liu Er, who was robbed of his seat, had already run behind the little uncle.

The ancestor Bodhi was reading the scriptures on it with concentration, just pretending not to see it.

At night, Qiuqiu looked at Fat Lilie who had gone back to the bedroom with him, and finally couldn't help it anymore. He stared at his round eyes and said angrily, "What are you going to do! If you do this again, I will swallow you up!" Lose!"

ah!Fat Lie Lie was startled, he hesitated for a long time, and seeing that the ball was blown up, he scratched his face with his little meaty hand embarrassingly, "Ling Xiao, can you move in and live with me?" ?”

Qiuqiu rolled his eyes, "I don't want it! Your place is either water or a tank, it's wet and cold, you'll freeze to death!"

Little Fat Dragon's eyes lit up, and he said coyly, "Then, can I move in and live with you? It's okay if I don't sleep in the tank, and we can share a quilt, okay?"

Qiuqiu stood on tiptoe inexplicably, reached out and touched the fat forehead and furry horns, "You don't have a fever, do you? Why do you want to live with me?"

Because I live with you, I can have a hot breakfast as soon as I open my eyes in the morning!You can stay in bed for a while~

But Little Panglong is still a bit cautious. He knows that if he tells the truth, he will be thrown out of the door by Qiuqiu and others with a water tank. I shared the buns and I feel like we're friends..."

If we are friends, we can live together. In the morning, the cats will have breakfast together under the covers, right?

"So, can I live with you?"

Qiuqiu's cheeks are bulging: he doesn't want to be friends with this little chubby dragon!

Liu Er was behind, poking third senior brother's back lightly but firmly: Senior brother, think about what little senior uncle told you~ He even praised you this morning for sharing the steamed stuffed bun with Fat Lielie!

Qiuqiu was discouraged at once, "Okay then, come on~"

"Ling Xiao! I knew you were the best!"

The little Panglong cheered and jumped forward, firmly pressing Little Chaos under him!

Qiuqiu only showed its short and fat arms and legs, like a little turtle with its shell turned over, struggling indiscriminately, "Bad, bad guy! Wake up~~"

……

Marshal Mo Ang found out that he had only stayed with his younger brother for one night, and Fat Lie Lie didn't know where he had gone.

They only sent a little Taoist boy to deliver a letter, saying that they are going to live with the children, and give up the house to the two elder brothers, telling them to live more spaciously...

This is a lie!

So, did my brother's love disappear so quickly?

Before getting into the water tank, Ao Chun nodded affirmatively and forcefully, "That's right! Our Dragon Clan, family affection is so weak!"

Hmph~ Thinking back, that's how his father turned him away!

I don't want my son anymore, what is my brother~

This winter is peaceful and quiet, and there is no other big movement in the Three Realms. The main reason is that the Taiyi Xuanmen has been tossing in Xiniu Hezhou for more than half a year, and they have gained a lot. Run around.

It's just that while celebrating, the Taoist monarchs were also a little guilty, so they contacted each other again and asked Zhen Yuanzi to inquire about the news with the Jinding Immortal who was guarding the Yuzhen Temple at the foot of Lingshan to see if there was any reaction from Lingshan.

The Great Immortal Jinding had already known about the little actions of his fellow Taoists from Taishang Laojun, and when he received a letter from Zhen Yuanzi, he couldn't help but find it funny when he saw the careful wording in the letter.

It's just that he was originally the Taishang Laojun and the Jade Emperor stationed in Xiniu Hezhou to monitor the Western Sect. After asking the Taishang Laojun and getting permission, he would reveal some gossip to everyone, which is not a big deal.

The last time Tathagata came back from the Lingxiao Temple, he hurriedly sent the Dragon Subduing Arhat, the Venerable Kasyapa, to the lower realms. He didn’t even send one of the Dharma protectors. Afterwards, Ananda remembered that he and Kasyapa served beside the Buddha in the past. In the situation of supporting each other and covering each other, it is inevitable that I feel sad in my heart, feeling that the rabbit died and the fox was alone, so I said a few good words for Kaye in front of the Tathagata.

He didn't dare to say anything more, but he just reminded Tathagata that mortals are weak and newborn babies are easy to die.

Rulai really listened to it, and sent someone to send a letter to Guanyin in the South China Sea, asking Guanyin to go to Nanzhan Buzhou to guard the dragon-subduing Arhat and grow up. During this period, he guarded the broken scriptures.

The situation was urgent, and the Buddha didn't even bother to call Guanyin to Lingshan, just like before, put on a show, look forward to the future, and then give some instructions.

Jinding Daxian had never seen it in person, but he felt that Guanyin should have left cursing.

Since the Dragon Subduing Arhat descended to the lower realm, Lingshan has regained its previous quietness and noise. No one came or went, only the monks, big and small, all over the mountain, humming and chanting scriptures day after day.

Jinding Daxian described all these in detail in the letter to Zhenyuan Daxian, then asked Hetong to deliver the letter, walked out of the door by himself, and stood at the foot of the mountain, sleeves and hands, standing on the porch, as if Looking at the distant mountains.

In fact, standing at his angle, you can clearly see the small reflection of Lingshan in the glazed mirror opposite.

Jin Chan, the son of the Buddha, returned to Lingshan and became a bodhisattva, but never showed his face again.

The Great Immortal of Jinding took a closer look, and found that the small room belonging to Jinchan had been closed tightly and there was no sound.

Did this person really become a bodhisattva, or was he punished by the Tathagata because of his bad behavior?

Jinding Daxian had a lot of friendship with the monks at the bottom of Lingshan, and Jinchan was one of them. Now that he can't see his old friend, he can't help feeling worried and misses him often.

In the room watched by Jinding Daxian, Jin Chan, who has recovered her real body and memories, is wearing a light blue monk robe without any decorations, sitting cross-legged on a futon, with cold eyes and a bamboo knot sticking out With thin and slender fingers, he pushed a lotus seed forward, and said softly, "Eat it~"

Opposite him, a chubby little mouse, with a golden nose and white hair, a pair of round ears, a short face, black bean eyes, a little bit long, and a bald tail with a little pink, was squatting there, thinking Holding his short hands, he stared blankly at him.

Seeing that the little mouse didn't move, Jin Chan smiled softly, "I've already bigued, and there's nothing to eat in this room. Although this lotus seed has been placed for a long time, it's still not bad. Eat it. This is the lotus seed in the lotus pond. Golden lotus seeds, eating them can also increase your cultivation~"

The little chubby mouse didn't know if it understood or not, so it lowered its paws, slowly rubbed over, and stuffed the dry lotus seed into its mouth with its eyes closed.

That expression seemed to say, "Let's not dislike you for now", but it made Jin Chan, who had been in a gloomy mood, laugh.

After eating the lotus seeds, the little mouse didn't go away, it moved slowly to Jin Chan's side, climbed up the corner of his clothes where he landed, dug it, and piled up a nest, as if it wanted to sleep here A posture of sleep.

Jin Chan couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to poke it and said, "Whose family do you belong to? Why are you sleeping here? Go home quickly. If you disappear, the person who raised you should be anxious."

This little mouse's coat is smooth and smooth, and its nails are neatly groomed. It looks like it has been spoiled and spoiled. It must have been raised by a young novice monk on Lingshan Mountain to keep him company.

The little chubby mouse lay there crookedly, its eyes closed, and this time it put on a posture of "I didn't hear, I'm going to sleep".

After Jin Chan said a few words to it, the little thing had already started to snore.

Jin Chan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, after a while, the pretended snoring disappeared, and the sound of breathing became even and soft.

The little fat mouse really fell asleep.

Jin Chan didn't care about it, closed his eyes, retracted his spiritual consciousness, and began to trace the mixed and chaotic memories of the few lives he was reincarnated in Dongtu over and over again.

Plainness, joy, sorrow, hunger, cold, pain, separation, reunion, farewell...

From the deepest part of her consciousness, Jin Chan searched out all these intertwined, indifferent and chaotic memories one by one, arranged them clearly and carefully, distinguished them clearly from life to life, and preserved them properly.

He drank many bowls of Mengpo soup, and every time he drank a bowl, the memory of the previous life would be tightly sealed by the medicine, again and again.

There are too many times, and the memories are mixed up. Even if he reshape the golden body, ascended to the position of Bodhisattva, and unsealed the seal, he still needs to spend a lot of effort to sort them out.

In fact, it’s okay to not care about it. Simply clean up the memories of those lifetimes in the mortal world, leaving only all the memories of the time when I was a Buddhist disciple in Lingshan.

However, Jin Chan didn't want that.

No matter how unbearable, no matter how desolate, it is all his own experience, not an unknown mortal in Nanzhan Buzhou, not a monk who died alone on the journey in the long history, not abandoning his body in Lingyun Ferry at the foot of Lingshan Mountain the walker.

That is his golden cicada.

He must clearly remember each of his reincarnations, and engrave them deeply in his bones. The family members who have no fate in each life, the passers-by on the way in each life, the raging wars, the simple neighbors, the kind parents, the people on Lingtai Mountain. peach blossom...

What he has experienced, what he has seen, and what he has felt, Jin Chan does not want to forget.

Everything in the past has made him who he is now, if he forgets, it will be a betrayal of himself.

No one can stand in the air, there is always something invisible or tangible, supporting you to stand upright in this position...

Jin Chan decided that he would not leave the room until he cleared his memory.

Because once out, there's never a day when it's done.

He can only be firm this time.

Fortunately, although it is cumbersome, it will be over soon.

Jin Chan was deeply immersed in meditation again, sorting out his consciousness, ignoring external things, not knowing that the little fat mouse sleeping in the corner of his clothes woke up and walked away, and came back again.

Afterwards, they moved a lot of food, hay and cloth, and they didn't know where they got it, so they just built a small nest next to Jin Chan's futon.

Afterwards, except for going out to drink water, poop, and look for food every day, the little chubby mouse stayed with Jin Chan for the rest of the time, breathing at the same rate as him, breathing with the same sound, and began to meditate and practice together.

It wasn't until the next year when the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the birds chirping outside the window, that Jin Chan finally put together each of her lives, clearly and neatly arranged in the depths of her spiritual consciousness.

The monk with a clear and handsome face opened his eyes, looked at his nails that hadn’t grown much, touched his clean chin, and his head that was still smooth, and couldn’t help laughing out loud: “This is a Bodhisattva, but I don’t have to shave and cut my hair. The work of nails is really much easier.

He was thinking wildly, when suddenly a childish voice beside him said, "Daddy, are you awake?"

Jin Chan was stunned, and looked down. Sitting next to him was a little girl with beautiful makeup, fair and moist skin, loose hair, small black bean eyes, and chubby cheeks. She was chewing what……

You, who are you?