[Journey to the West] A monkey headband

As the night fell, the candlelight danced in the dilapidated meditation room, and in the cobwebs in the corners, the spiders curled up with thin claws.

There is a wooden frame over the fire, and in the hanging iron pot there is only thin rice soup, which is gurgling half-boiled at the moment.

The old abbot's eyes were sunken, and dense wrinkles covered his entire cheeks from the corners of his eyes.And the lack of food and clothing for months made his complexion ashen, which was even more frightening under the candlelight.

This gloomy scene coupled with Monkey King's short words is like a deliberately frightening story, making Jin Ning's hair stand on end.

She couldn't help shivering in her real body, so in order to divert her attention, she cast her eyes through the hole in the window paper.

The heavy snow is rustling, and I don't know when it will stop.The heavy dark clouds made the entire sky a dark red.The snow on the ground was getting thicker and thicker, gradually burying the old blood in the depths.

The more you look at it, the more terrifying it becomes.

But Lao Sha's lines were always rough, so he didn't react much at this time, he just got curious, leaned forward and asked: "Brother, do you know a thing or two about the reason?"

"The relics enshrined here must have been left by a certain eminent monk in Jinguang Temple after his death. Generally, such treasures have high spiritual power and will not easily change hands. Ordinary monsters can't get close." Monkey King raised his eyes and looked at In the dilapidated dome, there is a shining golden light in the eyes.After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and continued: "If you want to take the relic away, you have to reduce its spiritual power first. This place is full of hostility, and the smell is permeating. It must be the blood of the dragon who refused to dissipate after death. "

"This reminds me of something..." Lao Sha frowned and listened quietly, then looked at Xuanzang.

Xuanzang also nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "Chang'an sent down the dragon's head. It is precisely for this reason that His Majesty sent the poor monk to the west to learn scriptures and save all living beings."

"Hmph, I'm afraid the dragon blood and head belong to the old Dragon King of Jinghe." Monkey King jokingly raised one corner of his mouth, "It's not a waste at all."

The old pig also shivered, looked around suspiciously, then moved half of his body to Monkey King, squeezed him, and said, "Who would be so wicked? Why don't you go and collect some dragon blood?"

"I'm afraid I've been eyeing this treasure for a long time." Sun Wukong stood up, took a broken bowl with broken porcelain from the side, filled some rice soup for Xuanzang, and said: "Many monsters in this world are like this. If you don’t want to follow the right path in cultivation, you only think about crooked ways.”

The old pig suddenly realized and nodded, pondered for a while, then stretched out his little pig's trotters and gestured: "But the baby is stained with dragon's blood, so it won't be called a baby."

After finishing speaking, his eyeballs followed the broken bowl to Xiao Tang, and began to smirk at the rice soup.

"Naturally, ordinary people can't do it," Sun Wukong glanced at him and said with a smile, "Not necessarily the dragon clan. They know best how to wash the dragon's blood."

The old abbot listened to the words of these eminent monks in a cloud of fog, and finally got a clue, so he said: "So, this matter was done by the Dragon Clan? Alas, the sky is going to kill me. There are dozens of mortals in Jinguang Temple. , how to compete with Tianlong?"

"That's why my master passed by here to seek justice for you." Sun Wukong smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted the old abbot's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, it's just a few little dragons, it won't trouble your grandpa grandpa."

When the old abbot heard this, he immediately showed joy and bowed again and again: "Thank you a few holy monks, thank you very much!"

Jin Ning blinked her eyes, thinking that this matter might not be so simple.The last time it was a dragon girl who pretended to be a river god and kidnapped Xiaotang for Hu Si, and it was the dragon clan who rescued the old cow in the black water of the underworld, and now they are the ones who stole the relics.

I'm afraid these four seas are not peaceful now.

After more than half an hour, the heavy snow gradually lightened, and finally stopped.

The old abbot took all the monks of Jinguang Temple, big and small, to finish their evening classes, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Lao Zhu's heart was wider than the Flame Mountain, and after Xiao Tang finished eating the rice soup and wiped away the bottom of the pot with his thick, big tongue, he fell asleep on his side.As for Lao Sha, it was also a hard job to carry the burden during the day, so he also took a break now.

But Xuanzang was concerned about the safety of monks big and small here, and it was always difficult to calm down, so after a while of silence, he got up and covered Monk Bajie Drifting with two clothes, and then whispered to his big disciple who was meditating and closing his eyes, "Wukong , are you still awake?"

Sun Wukong immediately opened his eyes and said, "Master, what's the matter?"

"Being a monk for the first time as a teacher, you should meet the Buddha and worship the Buddha, and sweep the tower when you meet the tower. However, the snow is so deep that if the cold wind blows tomorrow, it will freeze and make it difficult to move." Xuanzang lowered his head and sighed, "It's better to take advantage of the snow It's still not cold, you accompany me to clean the glazed pagoda to calm my heart."

Jin Ning was dozing off while hiding in her real body, but now she was woken up too. When she heard that Xiao Tang was going to take the Great Sage away, she immediately turned into a human form: "Sweeping snow? I also want to go to sweeping snow. Let’s build a snowman!”

"Okay." Sun Wukong sprang up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said jokingly: "I will go to the glazed pagoda with my master to sweep the pagoda, and you will be freezing outside."

Um?Sweeping the tower is not sweeping the snow?

Jin Ning hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I'll go with you two!"

"Huh." Sun Wukong raised his mouth and gave a small smile, raised his hand to take a firewood of suitable size from the burning fire on the ground as a torch, and handed it to Jin Ning: "I will sweep it with the master in a while, and you can do it as you like." Bright."

"Okay!" Jin Ning nodded hurriedly.

A few people came to the bottom of the glazed pagoda, where two monks on duty at night were reciting sutras to drive away the cold.

After Xuanzang and the two explained their purpose of coming, it was obviously a good thing to do meritorious deeds, but the two people turned embarrassing.

"Holy Monk, it's not that the two of us didn't want you to go in on purpose. It's just..." A young novice looked at the other, clasped his hands together and said, "Jinguang Temple was closely watched by the imperial court recently. This master has a strange appearance. If there are officers and soldiers patrolling here at night, and seeing people in my tower moving around, still looking like this, I’m afraid—"

Although the little monk spoke very tactfully, Jin Ning was still unhappy when he heard it, so he pouted and hid behind Xiao Tang and muttered, "What's wrong with the Great Sage's appearance? I think it's pretty good."

The little monk poked his head to look at her who was playing with her hair, and said, "Er, there is also this female benefactor..."

Xiao Tang looked back at Jin Ning, and nodded accordingly: "It's really inappropriate for the two of them to appear in the tower. Wukong, why don't you just wait here as the teacher, and come down to meet you after the teacher has finished sweeping."

"No." Sun Wukong vetoed: "There is a lot of hostility here, fearing to provoke evil spirits. Isn't it just the appearance? How difficult is it to change?"

After saying that, he transformed into a young monk with weak writing skills.Immediately afterwards, a breath of fairy air was blown towards Jin Ning, which also turned her into a little bald head.

After Jin Ning noticed it, she immediately jumped up angrily: "The Dasheng family should not become a monk!"

Sun Wukong looked at her and seldom grinned: "What are you afraid of? It's thin-skinned and tender-fleshed, and it's pretty handsome. I'll change it back for you after a while."

The three of them took brooms and torches to sweep from the first floor, one step after another.

Jin Ning sat at the junction of the first floor and the second floor with a torch, looking up at the moon gradually emerging from the dark clouds.It's a new moon.

There was not even the sound of snow falling, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

In a trance, she heard Xuanzang's voice lowered as much as possible.She looked down and saw that his lips were moving rapidly, but what he was reading was not scriptures.

Not a scripture, more like a confession of some kind.What I met, saw, and did along the way.He did the right thing and chose the wrong one.

Monkey King is cleaning the stairs on the other side.He moved very quickly, completely inconsistent with the current appearance of the weak and weak novice monk.After sweeping to Jinning, he stopped, poked the broom on the ground like a golden cudgel, and stared at Xuanzang.

Jin Ning seemed to feel that something had quietly changed in the heavy snow and became clearer.

At the third watch at night, several people have already reached the tenth floor.

Xuanzang's breath was rough, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, he looked extremely tired.Monkey King persuaded him to go back to rest several times, but he refused, so he had to light a fire for him on the tenth floor and let him sit down and rest for a while.

After Jin Ning swept half of the floor with his big broom, and looked back, Xiao Tang had already fallen asleep.

The two looked at each other, and Sun Wukong immediately made a silent gesture to her.Then, he threw Xiao Tang on his back and quickly sent him back to the Zen room to rest.

There are three floors above, and the two of them are on one side, holding Xiao Tang's broom to continue his unfinished work.

Jin Ning has only cleaned her small room in Lingshan before, and has never done such a thing, so she worked very hard for this first attempt, and after cleaning the first floor, she was already sweating profusely.She straightened up and pulled up the monk's robe on her arm, and roughly wiped her forehead with her small snow-white arm.

After a pause, she turned around and looked in the direction of the Great Sage.

As a result, the monkey monk had already scanned the other side, and was looking at her with the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes were fierce and focused, as if he was afraid of missing a single expression of hers.

Jin Ning made him blush, and said angrily, "Brother, why don't you sweep the tower properly, what are you doing?"

The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth raised even higher, and he rushed to her side, leaning closer and said: "You didn't stare at me in a daze, how did you know that I was staring at you in a daze?"

Jin Ning turned his head to the other side, pretending to say: "Ahem, this little brother, a holy land of Buddhism, don't dare to make mistakes."

Although her voice has become a boy's, it is still childish, with a slight playfulness, which is really endearing.He only felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help raising his hand to wipe her bare forehead.

Jin Ning turned into a bald head, and was unhappy at first, but now he was taken advantage of, so he raised his head to look at him reproachfully.

Unexpectedly, before she opened her mouth to blame, his mouth was immediately covered by him.Immediately, he was led behind a hidden stone pillar by his arms.

"Don't make a sound." Sun Wukong communicated with her secretly, and then looked out vigilantly with his eyes.

Jin Ning nodded quickly and listened quietly.

Just listening to the direction of the top of the tower, a very familiar female voice came: "These days, something new has happened in the monk's temple. Just now I saw two young monks chatting here, and I was very tired. Now, in a blink of an eye, there is no sign." son."

The author has something to say: The high fever has not subsided for the past two days. I have to go to the hospital every day. I am so sick that I can’t get out of bed. I’m so late. I didn’t format the article yesterday. I’m really sorry everyone.

I don't have any manuscripts to save, and I will update it the next day in April, sorry again

I will work hard to catch up with the progress when I recover from the illness