Monkey and Feather

We fell asleep in the twilight and woke up in the twilight.The mountain is still the same mountain, and the wind is still the same wind.

"Sun Wukong, I know you don't fully believe me. But I swear on my life, I have never had any second thoughts about you, whether it is the past, present, or future. If there is, I am willing to die under your iron fist at any time. Under the stick!"

The monster monkey looked at me with complex expressions in his eyes. After a long time, he said in an extremely helpless tone: "I just made mistakes too many times and I'm just scared."

I gritted my teeth and said to him and myself: "Time will tell people's hearts, and time will prove all of this."

The monster monkey opened its mouth, hesitated to speak, looked up at the sky indifferently, and let out a long sigh: "But we don't have much time."

His words were like a thunder, waking me up from my gloom.

"That's right! There is only one month left before the waning moon arrives!"

The monster monkey turned around, frowning and staring at the dark distance, with sharp and deep eyes.

"It seems that we have to prepare as soon as possible..."

I went forward and stood side by side with him, eyes like golden hooks, and heart like a rock.

"I know what I want to do. This month, I will practice more elixir." I said and stretched out my hand, wanting to hold his hand.But after thinking about it, he shrank back.

The monster monkey nodded slightly, but immediately shook his head again: "This is not enough, we still need someone's help."

"Eh? Who is it?"

The monster monkey narrowed its eyes into a slit, and slowly said three words with deep meaning: "Eight Bujie!"

I was suddenly startled: "What?! Did you find him?"

The monster monkey didn't answer me, but showed a smirk, and said angrily, "Hold me tight."

"what!?"

"If you don't hold me tight, you're not afraid of falling down like last time?"

"Oh..."

I hugged the monster monkey nervously, followed him and let out a somersaulting cloud.After a while, we came to a temple.

The temple is very simple, simple and peaceful.

The monster monkey led me to push open the wooden door of the temple and came to the courtyard.

But in the spotless courtyard, there was only a young monk sweeping the floor with his head down.

Seeing someone coming in, the little novice monk lowered his head and proclaimed the Buddha's name. He was about to salute, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he turned around and ran into the room screaming.

"Brother! The demon king is indeed here!"

"Mynah?" I heard the unavoidable curiosity in my heart: "What kind of bird is it?"

"What's the noise? Didn't I say it, is someone asking me to host it?" A bright and thick voice came from the room.

The demon monkey looked at me helplessly, shook his head with his mouth curled up, and said "Go!" with a sneer, then pulled me into the room.

When we approached the main room of the temple, we saw a chubby monk in shabby cassock with his back facing us, knocking on the wooden fish, chanting some scriptures, looking very inscrutable.

The monster monkey didn't speak, just stood behind the monk, smiling maliciously.The monk did not speak, and continued to recite scriptures calmly.

I tugged on the monster monkey's clothes and asked him in a low voice: "Could this monk who is chanting sutras be your junior brother? Bajie, no, Babujie?"

To be honest, I have always had a bad impression of this product.Delicious and lazy, greedy for money and lustful, boasting a lot of problems.But I didn't expect to be such a devout Buddhist.

But the demon monkey shouted loudly: "Oh! It's him, but he's not reciting scriptures, he's reciting the name of someone's little lady."

"Ah!? No way?" I sighed endlessly, but I doubted the words of the monster monkey in my heart.

At this time, the monk replied with a voice like a bronze bell: "Amitabha, this is a quiet place, the almsgiver should not speak obscene words.

I just recited the Diamond Sutra of Buddhism.All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way. "

As he said that, the fat monk turned around, but he had a benevolent expression on his face, his eyes were slightly squinted, and there was a calm smile on the corner of his mouth.It looks exactly like the Maitreya Buddha I saw on TV.

But the demon monkey laughed even harder, mocking.

He stood on tiptoe, playing around the fat monk: "Oh, it's terrible, it's terrible, I will treat you with admiration for three days, you can bring me different surprises every time. "

The fat monk didn't change his expression, he just saluted and recited "Amitabha".

"Diamond Sutra, okay, then I'm here to ask you, can you recite this sutra? Or can't you?" the monster monkey asked, almost pressing his face to the fat monk's.

The fat monk turned around, bowed devoutly to the golden Buddha seat in the middle, and said: "Amitabha, if you recite well, you can recite often, and you will see my Buddha!"

The monster monkey hopped and flew onto the worship table, and said jokingly: "Haha...you still look good.

Then let me ask you again, since you said that you can recite, why did the Buddha say: If you see me with color and ask me with sound, it is a person who walks in an evil way and cannot see the Tathagata.According to what the Tathagata said, isn't this what you are doing heresy? "

"This..." The fat monk was speechless.Apparently, he didn't know how to respond to the monster monkey's words.

But I gave the monster monkey a big thumbs up in my heart, and sighed secretly: "I didn't notice it usually, but I didn't expect this guy to have a lot of research on Buddhism."

But looking at the fat monk, he hesitated for a long time without saying anything, his face slowly turned red with embarrassment, and finally he had to put his hands together and recited "Amitabha Buddha" again.

"Okay! Stupid pig! Don't act with me, I'm your elder brother!" The monster monkey roared, reaching out and pulling the fat monk's ears.

The fat monk in pain screamed, how could he be dignified at all, his voice was loud, and there was a faint pig cry in his voice.

"Aww...it hurts, you, Bi Mawen, are too fucking ruthless."

"Continue to pretend to me? Every time you see me, you have to write out the scriptures. How can I not know about the messy intestines in your stomach?"

"I tell you to keep your voice down!" The fat monk finally pulled away the monster monkey's hand, rubbed his chubby cheeks, and carefully looked out the door.

Then he whispered a few words to the little novice at the side, the little novice nodded and ran out, and locked the door outside by the way.

I couldn't help being confused, so I looked at the monster monkey. The monster monkey just sneered and waved its hands, and said to the fat monk, "Don't dawdle, take us in!"

Hearing what the monster monkey said, the fat monk snorted coldly, then jumped straight onto the golden Buddha.

"Let's go~" the demon monkey said, holding my hand.

I was confused: "Where are you going?"

Before the monster monkey could reply, he saw the fat monk put his hand on top of the Golden Buddha's head, and then twisted it hard.

He twisted the golden Buddha's head to the back, and what should have been the Buddha's head showed another face, a bohemian, filthy pig's face!Boar face!

Looking at the fat monk's face again, his smile gradually changed, after a while, it suddenly turned into a wild boar face, which was exactly the same as the golden statue!

He licked his fangs and smiled lewdly: "Welcome to the Babujie Paradise!"