[Journey to the West] Wearing the tight hoop of the Great Sage

◎"Wu Shu is amazing."◎

The fan extinguished the dry fire and crossed the thousand mountains. The master and the apprentice went westward.

Half a month into the journey, it was late autumn and early winter, and there were wild chrysanthemums on the road. Jin Wushun picked up many failed flowers along the way and threw them into Monkey King's purple mansion to raise them.

Sun Wukong drove Zifu all the way, and saw Jin Wushu running in and out, not idle for a moment.

Zhu Bajie leaned over, and while stealing the aura from Sun Wukong's purple mansion, he asked curiously, "Brother, what is Little Tight Hoop doing?"

Sun Wukong: "Plant flowers."

"Grow flowers?"

Zhu Bajie poked his head in to look, and saw wild chrysanthemums blooming in his elder brother's Zifu.Once the flowers that had already withered and failed miserably entered the purple mansion, they were nourished by the spiritual energy, and instantly grew fresh leaves and flowers.

Sun Wukong's Zifu is full of fairy plants and fairy things, and it seems out of place to plant wild chrysanthemums in it.

Zhu Bajie raised his voice and asked: "Little tight hoop, what do you grow these ordinary flowers for?"

Jin Wushu finally planted the last one. Hearing this, he clapped his hands and ran out: "It's beautiful, the Great Sage likes it."

Zhu Bajie was puzzled: "Brother likes chrysanthemums?"

Jin Wushu nodded: "Yes."

Sun Wukong: "..."

What he likes is not this chrysanthemum.

Jin Wushun was a little tired from tossing back and forth planting flowers, he shook Monkey King's hand and said, "I'm tired, Great Sage."

Since he was tired and didn't stay in the Purple Mansion to rest, he knew he wanted to stay outside and watch the excitement.

Sun Wukong opened his arms: "Do you want to hug? Do you want to carry?"

Jin Wushu hugged Sun Wukong's waist, poked his chin on his chest, looked up at him and smiled: "I want to ride."

Sun Wukong held the back of his head with his big hand, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips: "Okay."

As soon as Zhu Bajie turned his head, he saw the little tight hoop riding on the shoulders of the big brother.

Jin Wushu: "It's so high, it's so far away."

Sun Wukong vacated the golden hoop and placed it behind his back, so that he could lean on it in case he was tired.

Jin Wushu lowered his head and stroked his blond hair: "Great Sage, let's talk to the little monk."

Sun Wukong stretched his long legs and chased after him with a few steps. Tang Sanzang was riding on the back of the white dragon horse. Suddenly a shadow came over him. He turned his head and raised his head: "..."

"Xiao Jinghou, why are you riding on Wukong's shoulder?"

Jin Wushu hummed twice: "This way you can see far away."

Then he grinned and measured Tang Sanzang's head with his hands: "Hey, little monk, I'm taller than you."

After speaking, he wanted to touch his bald head, but just as he stretched out his hand, he heard Monkey King cough.

Jin Wushu immediately retracted his hand, and poked his fingers into Monkey King's hair: "I'm a good boy."

Tang Sanzang: "..."

This road is flat, except for some yellowing wild flowers and weeds, there is nothing to see.

Jin Wushu was riding on Sun Wukong's shoulders, leaning on the golden cudgel on his back, feeling a little drowsy. Suddenly he saw a city in front of him, and he regained his energy instantly.

He pointed forward: "Look, great sage, there is a city ahead."

I saw towering towers and towering towers in that city, it seemed like a good place to go.

The master and his disciples quickened their pace, intending to go to the city to rest for the night, but after entering the city, they saw more than a dozen monks wearing shackles and anklets by the side of the road, all of them were sallow and emaciated, and their clothes were ragged, like beggars and prisoners .

Tang Sanzang couldn't bear it, so he got off his horse and went to ask.

"Amitabha, the little monk asked, which monastery does the bhikkhu belong to, and why is he wearing shackles and chains?"

The monks saw that he was also a monk, and his body was full of Buddha's light, so they hurriedly knelt down and said: "Master, we are the monks who have been wronged and wronged by Jinguang Temple."

Zhu Bajie asked: "Where is Jinguang Temple?"

A monk pointed forward: "Turn the corner of the street."

He asked again: "Why do you monks feel wronged?"

The monks looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to speak in the street, so they led the master and apprentice to Jinguang Temple.

When I arrived at the gate of the temple, I saw a line of gold characters written horizontally on the gate, which read: "Edict to build Jinguang Temple to protect the country."

When the masters and apprentices entered the door, they saw that the incense in the hall was very cold, the corridors were full of fallen leaves, the cobwebs were densely covered in front of the eaves, and there was a lot of dust on the tables, which was really desolate.

Tang Sanzang saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help feeling sad in his heart.

The monks put on shackles and asked him to go to the temple to worship the Buddha. After he finished worshiping, an old abbot came slowly and asked, "Dare to ask the Great Master, but he came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"

Ao Lie stepped forward vigilantly: "How do you know?"

The old abbot then explained that the master and the disciples just found out that the monks of Jinguang Temple had the same dream last night. In the dream, they said that there was an eminent monk from the East who could save their lives and avenge their grievances.

A monk said: "Today, I saw that the Great Master was shrouded in Buddha's light on the street, so I dared to recognize him."

Jin Wushu asked: "Then what do you have to complain about?"

The old abbot wiped away his tears and explained the reason carefully.

Only then did the masters and apprentices know that this country was called "Ji Sai Country" and it was once a big country in Xibang.

The scenery at that time was only due to the "Jinguang Temple" in Jisai Kingdom. The pagoda of Jinguang Temple was shrouded in auspicious clouds every day and glowed at night, which could be seen thousands of miles away.

The surrounding four countries all paid homage to it, regarded it as the "Tianfu Shenjing", and paid tribute to it every year.

But since Meng Qiu Shuoyue three years ago, a rain of blood suddenly fell in the sky of Jisai Kingdom, causing the people to panic and dare not go out, and even all the ministers asked Your Majesty, I don't know why the Lord of Heaven blamed this, so he did this. A rain of blood.

Your Majesty has trouble sleeping and eating, so he asked Taoist priests and monks to do it day and night, and thanked God for fear of offending the Lord of Heaven.

Unexpectedly, the continuous blood rain finally stopped, but it polluted the pagoda of the 'Jinguang Temple'. It was only because the treasure was lost in the pagoda that there was no Xiaguang to protect it.

His Majesty thought that the monks in the temple had stolen the treasure, so he arrested the monks and tortured them.

When the old abbot said this, he cried sadly: "Many monks in my monastery can't stand the beating, their bones have already been turned into mud. That stupid king can't tell right from wrong, put my monks in shackles and questioned them, huh!"

"How dare we deceive ourselves into stealing the treasures in the pagoda! Great Master Wanwang is so merciful and compassionate, save our lives—"

The matter was clear, Tang Sanzang naturally responded, and said that he would enter the palace tomorrow to exchange customs clearance certificates, and then he would play to His Majesty to relieve the suffering of the monks.

The monks thanked them again and again, and arranged a fast meal for the master and apprentice to enjoy.

And when it was night, Tang Sanzang couldn't fall asleep because of something on his mind, so he called a few apprentices and proposed to sweep the pagoda.

It is full of stars and moons.

At this time, Sun Wukong was sitting on the roof tiles of the temple, and Jin Wushu nestled in his arms to watch the stars.

Jin Wushu heard the movement below and knew that Tang Sanzang was going to sweep the pagoda, so he suggested, "Great Sage, shall we go too?"

Since he is interested, why is Sun Wukong not willing?

It's just that this person is so obedient in his arms, he couldn't help but reach out to kiss him, until he was out of breath before giving up.

Sun Wukong wiped the water from his lips for him, and asked in a low voice, "Wu Shu is really going?"

Jin Wushu didn't seem to have kissed enough, so he pursed his lips and kissed twice, thinking what to do?He really likes it, really likes the Great Sage.

He was a little bit reluctant to leave the embrace of the Great Sage, but when he thought that there might be two little monsters hidden in the pagoda, he could only calm down and nod: "Go and have a look, maybe you might find something."

Sun Wukong let him straighten out his loose clothes and messy hair, and carried him off the tile roof.

Sweeping the pagoda does not require too many people to follow, so the three of Ao Lie stayed behind, and only Monkey King and Jin Wushu accompanied Tang Sanzang to the pagoda.

When they entered the main hall of the pagoda, Monkey King lit a glazed lamp.

Tang Sanzang naturally burned incense and worshiped before the Buddha.

After he finished worshiping the Buddha, he picked up the broom and swept up layer by layer until he reached the seventh floor, only to find that the big apprentice and the little tight hoop who followed him were talking together again, and they even lost the broom in their hands. up.

Seeing that the two of them had no scruples in front of the Buddha, Tang Sanzang said, "..."

I should have called the others to follow.

Jin Wushu was playing with Sun Wukong's fingers, seeing Tang Sanzang stopped and asked, "Are you tired, little monk?"

Tang Sanzang wiped the hot sweat from his brow, he was the only one sweeping, how could he not be tired?

He still insisted, "I'm not tired."

Jin Wushu pulled Sun Wukong up, and took the broom in Tang Sanzang's hand: "Monks don't tell lies, go down to rest when you are tired, and I will sweep the rest with the Great Sage."

Tang Sanzang refused at first, but was pushed and coaxed away by Jin Wushu.

Monkey King rubbed his head: "When did Wu Liang become so diligent that he wanted to sweep the tower?"

"I don't sweep." Jin Wushun threw the broom away: "The Great Sage uses spells to sweep the dust away."

"You'd be lazy."

Monkey King walked up behind Jin Wushu, and put his arms around him from behind: "Do you still remember the "breeze wind technique" I taught you?"

Jin Wushu recalled that among the spells taught by the Great Sage, there was a 'breeze wind', which was most suitable for sweeping. Only this spell could sweep away all the dust in the hall.

He swore: "I remember."

Sun Wukong bent slightly, put his chin on his shoulder, and said lazily, "Come on, give it a try."

Jin Wushu nodded: "Yes."

This pagoda is thirteen floors high, Tang Sanzang has already swept seven floors, and there are still six floors left, Jin Wushu wants to sweep away the dust all at once.

He made a formula with one hand, and uttered the incantation of 'Breath of Wind' from his mouth.

Jin Wushu manipulated the breeze, and really rolled up the upper layers of ash. He was so excited that he tilted his head and touched Monkey King's head: "Look, Great Sage, I remember everything you taught me."

Sun Wukong hugged his waist tightly and kissed him on the cheek: "Well, Wu Shu is really amazing."

Jin Wushu was praised by the great sage, and he was so happy that he forgot to recite the mantra silently for a while, and suddenly he was out of breath.

The rolled up dust passed over their heads and scattered on the seven steps below.

Tang Sanzang, who was sitting below to rest, was choked on the cigarette and coughed violently: "Cough, cough, where did the dust come from?"

Jin Wushu: "Uh..."

Tang Sanzang was blinded by the dust and coughed badly, Jin Wushu was a little guilty, although he knew that the little monk would not blame him, but... only his great sage knew about such a shameful thing.

He stuck to Sun Wukong's ear and whispered: "It's so embarrassing, Great Sage, is it too late for us to knock the little monk unconscious?"

Sun Wukong: "..."

Seeing that the ears of the person in his arms were red, he smiled lightly: "It's too late."

Tang Sanzang was rubbing his eyes and got up when suddenly his neck hurt and he passed out.

"hiss……"

Jin Wushu rubbed the back of his neck: "It seems to hurt, why didn't the Great Sage recite a sleeping spell to make the little monk sleep?"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows: "Since Wu Shu said he was going to knock him out, how dare I not listen?"

The thing that knocked out Tang Sanzang returned to its original position, and Jin Wushu realized that it turned out that what the Great Sage manipulated was the juvenile used to knock the wooden fish.

Jin Wushu: "..."

Well, it really knocked me out.

It was already the second watch, Jin Wushu didn't dare to be distracted, and finally swept away the remaining dust.Before he could speak, Monkey King took his hand and walked to the top of the tower.

"My lord, what are we going to do?"

"Catch the demon."

The author says:

Jin Wushu: The Great Sage loves chrysanthemums.

Sun Wukong: ... um.

感谢在2022-02-1123:29:44~2022-02-1222:12:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Jiang Yan, one of the wives of Mandrill;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 25 bottles of raging bears; 14 bottles of ink pens; foodies only eat meat, fish sing late, 9471 bottles;

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