Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

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The monkey was startled when he heard this, then he said happily, "Yes, yes, yes! I have been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years and have been eating copper juice and iron pills. My mouth is almost sick from the sour taste."

Wen Jiao poured out a large number of snacks from the black jade pot: "There are Jushengnu, Han Palace Chess, Golden Bell Roast, Mantuoxiang Pancake, Imperial Concubine Red, Fragrant Zongzi, Crystal Dragon and Phoenix Cake... Which one would you like to eat, Great Sage?"

Monkey was also not pretentious, and said openly: "The names of these snacks sound novel, I have never eaten any of them, can you give me a few pieces of each?"

We just love the monkey's straightforward and straightforward character.

Wen Jiao immediately picked out three pieces of each snack and peeled off the dried lotus leaves. Because the monkey's hands were trapped at the bottom of the mountain, she fed the monkey herself and confirmed after each bite: "Do you like the taste of this? Which one do you like better than the previous ones?"

"I like them all, but they're a little sticky," said the monkey.

Wen Jiao then poured out the blast furnace teapot and the large urn filled with mountain spring water, and brewed tea for him on the spot. Listening to the gurgling sound of the boiling spring water, she felt like the kid in the modern news who desperately fed bananas to the fake monkeys under the Five Elements Mountain in the Journey to the West theme park.

Well, I heard that the staff who played the monkeys all developed diabetes. But our monkey itself is better, a stone monkey, immune to all diseases.

Huo Linger was stunned by this mysterious and harmonious scene.

Wen Jiao brewed the tea, blew it to cool it down to the right temperature, then filled a cup and held it in front of the monkey. The monkey quickly stretched out his hands to take it, thanking him, "The tea was poured by the master herself. Old Sun is grateful, grateful."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Jiao and he both looked at each other on his outstretched furry paws.

The air suddenly became eerily quiet; one could even hear the sound of falling leaves and birds singing in the distance.

Wen Jiao saw the excitement on Monkey's face and the tears in his eyes. He took a deep breath, drank the tea, handed the cup back to Wen Jiao, and said with a choked voice: "Mrs., wait until Master comes down, and then you can move away."

Another half hour passed, and Xuanzang finally came down the mountain and said to the monkey, "The Buddha's seal has gone, can you possibly come out?"

The monkey said, "I just felt that I was much lighter. When I wanted to get out, I was afraid that the mountain would collapse and the earth would crack, which would hurt Master. Now that Master has come down, I will go away."

Just as Xuanzang was about to retreat a little, he was swept away ten miles by Wen Jiao's flying wind. Xuanzang was shocked: "Mother, why did we go so far? What if the divine monkey can't find us after it comes out?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a thunderous sound, and saw a sand dragon rising in the distance, turning most of the sky red. The ground shook under his feet, and Xuanzang steadied himself and said in surprise: "Oh no! The earth dragon is turning over!"

"Master, it's not the dragon turning over, but me, Sun Wukong, who has come out!" The monkey's voice came clearly. When he called "Master", it was still in the sky. When he said the last word "了", the monkey was already standing in front of him. He knelt down solemnly towards Xuanzang and bowed four times.

After five hundred years of self-denial and practice, he finally regained his mind. Wen Jiao was overwhelmed with emotion when she saw this. At this moment, the monkey stood up again and bowed to her: "I, your disciple, thank you for the tea and snacks, Master."

Xuanzang looked strange and asked, "When I was on the mountain just now, did my mother give me some snacks?"

Wen Jiao felt uncomfortable hearing this. After thinking for a while, she suddenly woke up from her dream and said, "Of course you have a share too. You must be exhausted from going up and down the mountain. After you have completed the apprenticeship ceremony with Sun Dasheng, we can eat and drink something."

Xuanzang then performed the ceremony of paying respect to the monkey, and after learning that he already had the Buddhist name Wukong, he gave him a nickname, Xingzhe. Wen Jiao waited for the two to finish their conversation before sending Xuanzang to eat and drink, and then said to Wukong: "Great Sage, you escaped in a hurry and did not wash, so I will give you this dust-repelling bead, which will be cheap for cleaning your body."

Along with the Dust-Repelling Pearl, a set of monk's robes was also taken out: "This set of clothes is what I made for Xuanzang. The Great Sage can wear it to survive. I made quite a few for him, enough for the Great Sage to change."

Xuanzang couldn't help but ask, "Mother, you made clothes for me? Why didn't you give them to me before?"

That's because it wasn't done for you at all.

"Of course it's because the clothes are quite heavy. Rather than stuffing them into your luggage and letting your horse carry them, I'd rather take them with me. I'll give them to you when your apprentice returns." Wen Jiao said calmly. As she spoke, she lifted the kettle like pouring water, and immediately poured out a lot of clothes from the spout, four sets of long and short monk robes for each season - half of which were made for Wukong - and four pairs of monk shoes for each season, almost stacked into a small mountain.

Wukong thanked him for the gift and wiped the dust-repelling beads all over his body. Instantly, the dust was washed off and he turned from a dusty mud monkey into a smart and beautiful macaque with shiny fur. He quickly put on his short straight belt and tied his belt, then jumped over and put all the clothes and shoes in order: "There are so many clothes that one bundle can't hold them all. I have to tie another bundle. It's really the ingenuity of my aunt. She put them in the jade pot and there is no trace of them."

Wen Jiao was so delighted when he praised her ingenuity that she was even a little flattered. She said, "I made this Xuanyu pot myself. Do you like it, Great Sage? If you like it, I'll give it to you. Unfortunately, my cultivation is shallow, and this crude vessel can't hold much. In the future, you will follow Xuanzang and live in the open air. It is inevitable that you will go hungry. If you happen to meet a generous donor, ask for some vegetarian food and store it in it so that you can take it out and eat it at any time."

Wukong took it quickly, and after asking how to use it, he sucked all of Xuanzang's luggage into it in one breath. He then made the jade pot smaller and stuffed it into his ears, saying with a smile, "Now I don't have to carry any more burdens. I save myself a lot of trouble, and this white horse is also lighter."

Wen Jiao reminded: "There are some snacks and medicinal herbs in there. If you need them, feel free to take them. They will go bad if you leave them there."

Xuanzang silently put down the half-eaten snack in his hand, stood up and said quietly: "Mother, I have to sleep in the open air and have to eat one meal a day."

True bias is like an awl in a cloth bag, oil drops on rice porridge, or grass sprouts in the mud; it cannot be hidden.

Wen Jiao then realized that her partiality was too obvious. She coughed a few times, then stood on tiptoe and touched his bald head: "How can you compare with him? Parents who love their children must plan for the long term. You are my flesh and blood, so of course I have to plan for you. If you go, Wukong will deal with the demons and ghosts. What do you want to do? You have to suffer a little before you can seek the true scriptures. If you live too comfortably, the Buddha will see that the scriptures are so easy to obtain. What if he refuses to give them to you at that time? Wouldn't you have worked in vain?"

"As for Wukong, he has his own tribulations, so he doesn't need to work hard on this."

Most of Wukong's sufferings were caused by you. As the family of you who perpetrated the crime, it is our duty to pay you some mental damages in advance.

Xuanzang laughed and said, "Looking at my mother's reaction just now, I thought Wukong was your biological son and I was adopted."

Of course, Wukong is not my son, although you, this cheap child, are almost like one that was picked up.