[Journey to the West] So I am Monk Tang

I wondered in my heart, in this patriarchal world, what happened to make a father feel ashamed to see his son who was the first to report to the underworld.After all, it is unforgivable for a son to kill his father, but for a father to kill his son, there is a lot of room for maneuver.

But right now is obviously not a good time for me to satisfy my curiosity, so I put on my cassock, put on my Pilu hat, and took my wooden fish stick, and followed the man from the Chen residence.

Mr. Li obviously also knew about this. He was standing outside the door, watching me come out, he hesitated to speak, and finally sighed, "Please pay more attention to the holy monk, brother Chen and I, alas!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Li, the poor monk will do his best." I bowed to Mr. Li, and took Brother Hou to the Chen Mansion.

Different from the Li Mansion which is lively and full of life, the Chen Mansion has an obscure and stagnant atmosphere. Although there are servants walking around, the atmosphere of decay and near-end is everywhere.

An old man who was not young was standing at the door waiting for me with the support of his servants. It was freezing cold and the old man was getting old. I couldn't help walking a few steps quickly to avoid him waiting.

"Master Chen." I also have some impression of this old man.But this impression is only superficial. Although his family has also booked a ceremony with me, the members of his family seldom come out and walk around, only closing the door to live their own lives.

"Please trouble the holy monk." Master Chen slightly bent towards me, "The family has already prepared everything. Please don't blame the holy monk. My younger brother's illness is too urgent, and I really can't wait."

In this case, I naturally no longer stick to those customary etiquette, and happily went to the place they had arranged before.I took a closer look. There should have been Buddhist believers in this house before, or at least they were also lovers. Everything is furnished and there is no mistake.

I sat on the futon, arranged the wooden fish, and knocked while reading scriptures.

One night passed, the rooster crowed in the east, I stopped, stood up from the futon, and moved my stiff hands and feet. Fortunately, Chen's house was well prepared, and there were a lot of charcoal pots and heaters here. Apart from feeling a little stiff in my body, I didn't feel any pain. Other discomfort.

Brother Hou stood by the window with his arms folded and his eyes closed. He didn't know if he was asleep or resting his mind, but when I made a movement, he immediately opened his eyes, and graciously led me to the chair, and pressed me. Sit down and massage my shoulders and neck.

Brother Hou's hands are also hairy, and there is an itchy feeling when he moves, which makes me shrink my neck hard.Brother Hou couldn't hold back after saying it twice, so he increased his strength directly.

Well, it doesn't itch this time, but it hurts!

Before I could cry out, I heard crying outside.

I was taken aback, could it be that Master Chen Er is gone?

The crying sound was only sporadic at first, and then it was rendered into pieces. When I went out to check, I felt that everyone in the Chen residence was crying.

"What's the matter?" Monkey Brother asked a boy who was about to run out.

"The eldest brother entrusted the second master with a dream, and the second master cried with joy; the eldest sister also entrusted the elder master with a dream, and the eldest master cried with the second master." The boy also had tears in his eyes, "We cried too , I finally know that the little master didn't suffer too much."

I was relieved, which is a good thing.

Sure enough, not long after, Master Chen invited me over.When I arrived, Master Chen and the Second Master were both there, their eyes were red, and the wrinkles on their faces were probably soaked in tears, and they were stretched a little, and they looked much lighter.

"Thank you, holy monk!" As soon as I entered, the two old men bowed down to me.

This made me have to walk a few steps quickly, and helped them up before they fell to the ground. I was a little afraid of being convinced when two old people in their 60s, who are definitely considered long-lived in this era, bowed like this. You don’t have to be polite, old man, this is what poor monks should do.”

In the next few sentences of polite conversation where you were polite and I was more polite, I saw that they were all in a good mood, so I asked about my previous doubts.

The air suddenly became silent.

I frowned a little uneasy, is this some kind of taboo?

Master Chen suddenly smiled, with a little open-mindedness, "Holy Monk, what do you think of my house?"

I thought about it, and decided to tell the truth, "Please forgive me, the poor monk feels that the family is not angry enough..."

"How can you be angry?" Master Chen was not angry, "My Chen family has already lost its roots. When the two of us surnamed Chen close their eyes, our family's blood will be cut off."

Suddenly, the little contradiction I felt before had an explanation.Since last night, until now, I have noticed that it is Mr. Chen who has been talking to me as the master, and I have not seen any of his descendants!

Such things as extinction, in ancient times, probably directly cut off hope and inheritance. No wonder I felt that the atmosphere of such a family was very different from that of the Li family.

"I am 68 this year. My younger brother is five years younger than me. It is difficult for children." Master Chen said, "I was still childless when I was 50 years old, so I took a concubine and finally gave birth to a daughter. I There is an account book, which records the expenses of repairing bridges and roads, building temples and pagodas, and giving to monks in the past years. Until my daughter was born, a total of [-] catties of gold were scattered. Thirty catties are a scale. It was named Yicheng Jin. Yicheng Jin came to my family first, and not long after I was born, my younger brother’s concubine was also pregnant, and a year later, a son was born, named Guan Bao.”

I didn't say anything, obviously the final result was not good, otherwise there wouldn't be the puja I did last night.

"Does the holy monk know about the Dawang Temple of Inspiration?" Master Chen changed the subject and asked a question that I didn't expect.

"I've heard of it." I said cautiously, "It is said that it is enshrined in the village, and it can bless the god of good weather."

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate.I have never heard of any god called inspiration, but when I think of the three national teachers in Chechi Kingdom, I feel that I am rare and strange.I don't know why the feng shui of Che Chiguo is so evil, there are monsters rushing to adjust the wind and rain for him.

"Although the king of inspiration gives nectar every year, he is not a righteous god." Mr. Chen said, "Since he came here 14 years ago, every year there will be a sacrificial competition for him in the village, enshrining a virgin boy, a virgin girl, and others. Pigs and sheep sacrifice wine. If you eat it for a meal, the weather will be good for the next year; if you don’t, disasters will come."

I seem to understand.

"Yicheng Jin was eight years old, and Guan Bao was seven years old. It was my turn." Mr. Chen smiled wryly, "My brother and I only have these two lifebloods, how can we give up? But the king of inspiration is very powerful, and he cares about every household. Even if we are willing to spend money to buy other boys and girls to replace our own children, it won’t work. However, how can we destroy their livelihoods because of ourselves?”

In an agricultural society, climate precipitation is an irreplaceable lifeline.I think Master Chen's words are still being polite. Even if they are reluctant, the people in Tongzhuang will make them willing.

But after they were willing, the Chen family completely lost their descendants.How can a family without successors not be lifeless?

Master Chen Er spoke, his voice was still weak, but his tone was much more relaxed, "Ever since Guan Bao passed away, I never dreamed of hearing him cry and call his father and mother. Thinking of the suffering he suffered at that time, my heart feels like a knife Cut. Last night, thanks to the blessing of the holy monk, Guan Bao fell into my dream. This time he didn’t cry, but talked to me as before, telling me that he was just terrified at that time, and he was scared to death directly, and did not cry. I didn't suffer a lot, so I felt much more relaxed."

But my heart began to tense.

Memory is really a magical existence. I thought before, since there is such a thing as Lao Yuan in Tongtian River, I took it for granted that this is the home of Lao Yuan, and there are no other monsters haunting it.But following the narrations of Master Chen and the Second Master, I unexpectedly recalled some vague impressions.

Brother Monkey turned into a virgin boy, and Zhu Bajie became a virgin girl, but his skills were not good enough, and his face was patted several times by Brother Monkey before it became better...

This thing actually happened here.

I went back to Li's residence with a heavy heart.

Mr. Li's second son came to me to inquire about the Chen residence, and wanted to know whether the second master Chen had seen Chen Guanbao in his dream.Seeing his concerned expression, I was certain in my heart, "Is it the Li's house's turn for this year's festival?"

Li Er was stunned, nodded and whispered, "It's my youngest daughter, and my elder brother's third son, both of whom are seven years old."

"Has this kind of evil god been left alone?" I couldn't help but blurted out, feeling inappropriate as soon as the words came out.

Tube?I'm afraid that's reserved for me.

It's rare for me to feel a bit of remorse. If the sacrifices were adults, I wouldn't be like this, but when I heard that they were all children of seven or eight years old, I felt sore and uncomfortable.

"Who has the ability to care about that?" Li Er's voice became even lower. "There used to be an old turtle living in Tongtian River. It is said that it has thousands of years of Taoism and has been protecting our Chenjiazhuang. However, since the king of inspiration After arriving, no one has seen the old turtle again. At the beginning, when the king of inspiration asked boys and girls as sacrifices, no one was willing, but that year's harvest was ruined! Later everyone said There are four to five hundred families in Chenjiazhuang, and it takes four to five hundred years to select one family to offer a virgin boy and girl every year.

If a family donates only a pair of boys and girls, they can enjoy four or five hundred years of good weather. I can imagine how tempting it is.No one can guarantee what God thinks, just like not daring to think that the weather will be smooth for the next few hundred years. A severe drought will not kill a quarter of the population. Eight-year-old child, this choice does not sound difficult at all.

But some things don't work that way!

"If there is a family who loves the child, even if it is not their turn, they don't want to go on like this. When they heard that there were three powerful national teachers in the royal city, they got up and went to the royal city, but there was no news of them. The family's wife and children stayed here. In the second year, he was selected by the King of Inspiration. Originally, there was only the mother with her daughter-in-law and a pair of grandchildren in that family. After this incident, the mother became ill and the daughter-in-law went crazy, and ran into Tongtian River and never came out again." Li Er gritted his teeth, "The king of inspiration has boundless magic power, and ordinary people can't resist it at all. This is fate. The evil consequences of not cultivating in the previous life can only be recognized."

Is this fate?

All I know is that the gods and Buddhas are high above, overlooking the world, but they are indifferent.

Li Er didn't know when he left. When I came back to my senses, I saw a few Wu standing or sitting, as quiet as chickens.

Honghaier was fiddling with his balance bike, and Brother Hou stared at him when he made a big move.When I looked over, the red boy was pouted as if he was wronged. I was about to say something when I found my calf was hugged, and the monkey boy jumped into my arms a few times. , put his head on my chest, and patted it gently.

I patted its hair, although the monkey son is always playing with Xiaoyu now, and there is no shadow on weekdays, but I didn't expect that when I am depressed as a father, it is still my well-behaved and caring monkey son.

I really deserve to be brought up by me and my sweetheart, this kindness must be with my sweetheart.

"Uncle!" The red boy ignored my exclamation, and said with some enthusiasm, "Whoever offended you, I will burn him to a scum!"

Heck, even bear kids can be considerate.

I don't think Honghaier is cruel this time at all, because that's what I think.

I just hope that this inspiration king has no backstage. It’s not that I’m afraid of monsters with backstages. It’s because I hold my breath in my heart. up.

Now is not the time to flip the table, I have to hold back.

Another month will be the King of Inspiration's festival. After discussing with Mr. Li, we decided to let Honghaier and Houge replace the boys and girls in his family.Mr. Li is grateful, too, if it is not forced and there is no second choice, who would be willing to sacrifice the children and grandchildren of his family?

Hong Hai'er was a little excited. His father is the Bull Demon King, and he can change 72 times. When he comes to him, although he has only grasped the fur, it is still possible to transform into the appearance of Li's grandson.Brother Monkey suddenly turned into a girl, with makeup and makeup on, and his demeanor is still like a living monkey.

"Uncle, let me make the first move when the time comes." Red Boy discussed with Monkey Brother.

Brother Hou looked at Hong Boy, "Why did you call me uncle? Didn't you call me old uncle before?"

The red boy blinked innocently, "Isn't this going to get rid of the monster together soon? How bad is it to call the old uncle? This time we want to solve the problem for the uncle, and we must take down that monster in one fell swoop. What kind of inspiration is there? Is my Holy Infant King good to hear? I will breathe fire first, if he runs away, Uncle, take out that purple gold gourd and turn him into water, okay?"

"Aren't they all calling me?" Brother Hou muttered, not paying much attention, but just smiled when he heard Hong Boy's later arrangement, "You are a bit resourceful."

The red boy was triumphant.

I was having some messy thoughts in my head, and I was abducted by the red boy to the old uncle with a few words. This title... Looking at the smiling face of the red boy, I think it has a lot of connotations.

Uncle, uncle, uncle, old...lose?

This brat isn't so narrow-minded, is he?