Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The monk's appearance is 60% similar to Chen Guangrui, but his facial shape and gentle and kind demeanor are very much like Yin Wenjiao, so his identity is obvious.

In history, he risked his life to sneak out of the Tang Dynasty, overcame language barriers, walked through deserts, climbed snow-capped mountains, was robbed by bandits, and was almost sacrificed to the gods by criminals. It took him 17 years and 50,000 miles of hardship to obtain the true scriptures and return, making him the first overseas student in ancient China. Even in Journey to the West, with Wukong as his escort, he still suffered 9981 times.

Wen Jiao looked closely at the most powerful monk studying abroad in history, but she did not feel the excitement she had imagined of meeting a historical figure. Instead, an indescribable ripple of tenderness spread across her chest.

Maybe, this is maternal love.

Xuanzang's eyes fell on her face, and he asked in surprise: "Why does my mother look like this..."

I almost forgot that in Xuanzang's impression, Yin Wenjiao was still the depressed middle-aged beauty who had been occupied by the boatman for many years. Wenjiao touched her smooth cheek and said lightly: "Away from the people and places of right and wrong, of course I am calm and my appearance changes as I wish, and I naturally return to youth."

The wind from afar brought the intoxicating fragrance of mid-spring mountain flowers. Affected by Yin Wenjiao's overwhelming emotions, Wenjiao suddenly felt a little tired. She didn't mind the dirt on the ground, and sat down casually on the steps, playing with the green grass in front of the steps: "Why are you hiding from Zhang?"

Xuanzang also sat down, lowered his eyes and picked up his Buddhist beads: "Grandmother said that my mother and father divorced because I took advantage of the situation and suppressed my father. Although I have not been together with my mother for many days, the few times I have seen her are enough for me to know her character. For such a kind and gentle person like my mother to end up getting divorced, it must not be your fault."

"Besides, when I said goodbye to my family and went back to Jinshan Temple, my mother cried like a tearful person, but my father and grandmother did not seem to be reluctant to let me go. Now that my father's career is not going well, my grandmother just came to see me, which is enough to show how heartless she is. I don't want to be forced by my grandmother's affection, and I don't want to embarrass my mother, so I had to avoid her."

Although the Tang Monk in Journey to the West was very good at making monkeys angry, the Xuanzang in front of him at this moment was very insightful. Wen Jiao felt a pang in her heart and was very relieved for Yin Wen Jiao: "Aren't you afraid that they will scold you for being unfilial?"

Xuanzang said, "Just now I heard you say through the door, 'If you want to repay your parents' kindness, you need to write and recite this sutra, repent your sins, offer sacrifices to the Three Jewels, observe the precepts, and make donations to accumulate merit.' I agree with you. In the future, I will copy and recite more sutras for them, so as to help father and grandmother eliminate their sins in this life. Your heart is evident to all, and even if they are resentful, I can do nothing about it."

A faint sadness spread in her chest, and Wen Jiao whispered, "I was afraid that you would blame me for being too ruthless to your father, but I didn't expect you to be so sensible. If your father had a little affection for you, I wouldn't be so disheartened that I would commit suicide."

Xuanzang's eyes trembled slightly: "Did my mother commit suicide? Did she suffer any injuries?"

"No, I was saved. But every time I think of the words your father scolded me, I still feel chilled." Wen Jiao sneered, "As a slut who lost her chastity, you should have committed suicide long ago to avoid being cuckolded by him. What kind of black heart can say such shameless words! Who did I endure humiliation and live for? Wasn't it because I was pregnant with you at the time, and wanted to leave some flesh and blood for him. Even if you weren't there, should I have died at that time? A lustful man killed someone because of me, and the murderer can live arrogantly, but I want to die instead. It doesn't make sense! If your father feels that wearing this green hat is a headache, he can just die by himself. Anyway, I want to live a good life."

Ever since Xuanzang heard the vicious words of "unfaithful whore", he kept chanting Buddha's name with his head down. After Wen Jiao finished speaking, he slowly raised his eyes with fear in his eyes and said, "Fortunately, mother is fine. Daddy..." His prudence as a child and his cultivation as a monk stopped him from commenting on Chen Guangrui's behavior. After thinking it over, he really didn't know what to say, so he just ignored him and said, "Now that mother has escaped from the calamity, she will surely have endless blessings in the future."

Endless blessings in the future? Yin Wenjiao has become a wandering soul in the underworld. Even if there is a blessing in the future, it will only be in the next life after reincarnation. And what kind of blessing can Wenjiao, who occupies this body, enjoy in the future? As a modern person, she traveled to this era. She looked around and had no relatives. She was still at a loss as to where the future path would be.

Feeling bad, Wen Jiao stood up and patted her skirt: "I am leaving now. Please ask this little master to call back the abbot of your temple and my two maids. By the way, what is your Dharma name, little master?"

The young monk answered openly, "I am a monk named Bian Ji."

Wen Jiao almost fell down.

Bian Ji, isn't this the love-struck monk who had a huge affair with Emperor Taizong of Tang's daughter Princess Gao Yang, and was eventually beheaded by Emperor Taizong? His story with Princess Gao Yang was even adapted into a TV series, with a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and it is the favorite of many editors.

She glanced at the pitiful waist of the little monk Bian Ji, her heart full of sympathy.

The group was soon called down by Bian Ji. Wen Jiao told the abbot, "Send the promised donations the day after tomorrow." Then she told Ming Xin and Su Xin to leave. When they reached the steps on the mountain path, they suddenly heard Xuan Zang shouting from behind, "Mother!"

Wen Jiao paused and turned back.

Xuanzang stood beside the thatched cottage, his eyes slightly moist with tears. Except for Bianji who knew the mother-son relationship and the abbot who guessed Xuanzang's background, the remaining Jingfa and Jingkong were shocked by his calling "mother".

Xuanzang didn't care about the looks of others. His fair face was slightly red with tears. He choked up and said, "I want to find out my origins because I don't want to be a rootless drifter. It is my life's fortune to be able to recognize my mother in the Jiangzhou government office."

"After the family reunion, the child returned to Buddhism, giving up the joys and splendors of the secular world to pursue the bliss of the other world. He also felt that his mother was a strong person, able to fight the thieves for more than ten years. Once she escaped from the robbery and reunited with her lover, she would naturally have a bright future."

"If I had known that my obsession with my past would have caused my mother to commit suicide out of grief from my biological father, I would rather be Jiang Liuer, who has no idea of ​​his parents' origins, for the rest of my life."

"You..." Wen Jiao felt her throat was choked up, and she had nothing to say, so she turned around and walked down the stairs. She walked for a long time, until she saw a large area of ​​her clothes wet, and then she realized that she had been crying. It was as if there were two springs, rooted in the emotions that belonged to Yin Wenjiao, and now they were flowing non-stop. The more they flowed, the more the part that belonged to Yin Wenjiao that affected her faded.

Wen Jiao cried heartily and walked forward, knowing in her heart: from now on, she had truly become herself.