Tang Seng took me to play time travel [Journey to the West]

Lingshan Leiyin Temple, Tathagata sits on the lotus platform, after the routine morning class, Avalokitesvara and Manjusri Bodhisattva are left behind.

Manjusri said together: "Buddha, I heard that there is a black chicken country on the road to the west. The king of the country likes to be a monk, and he is unremitting all the year round. Can you help him return to the west as soon as possible, so that he can prove the golden body of the Arhat."

Tathagata smiled and nodded, and said, "In this case, Manjusri, go and convert him."

Manjusri said: "Yes, after receiving the Buddha's decree, I will go to the Wuji country."

As he spoke, he patted the blue lion, which was docilely lying at his feet, and said, "Qing'er, let's go." After sitting on the lion, he wanted to ride it away.

"Wait!" Tathagata suddenly said: "If you want to enlighten the black-bone chicken king, you must do it sincerely. I will seal your mana, and you can go."

After he finished speaking the formula, a white light shot at Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Manjusri only felt that his whole body was heavy, that he was already a mortal body, his expression changed slightly, he hesitated for a while, and finally he rode away on the lion without saying anything.

The smile on Tathagata's face became very strange.

Avalokitesvara moved in his heart and said, "My lord has sealed Manjusri's magic power. What's the meaning of that?"

Tathagata smiled and said, "I have my own reasons."

Avalokitesvara was silent for a moment, put his palms together and said, "The poor monk has gone."

"Not busy," Tathagata stopped, "Wait a little longer, Manjushri will be back soon."

"Yes." Guanyin responded and waited quietly.

Not long after, Manjusri did not return, but his blue lion came back and lay beside Guanyin. It had red eyes like glass beads, blue hair, and four paws as snow-white as frost. Its rows of sharp teeth are like knives, and its whiskers are like steel needles. It is a terrifying giant.

Avalokitesvara asked it: "When will your master come back?"

The blue lion rolled his eyelids lazily.

Avalokitesvara stopped asking, and waited patiently with Tathagata on the lotus platform.

Besides, Manjusri Bodhisattva rode a green lion to Wuji Country, landed in a secluded place, patted the head of his own horse, and said: "Qing'er, you go back first, and come back to me in three days."

The blue lion nodded, eyes as big as copper bells showed reluctance, and a furry head rubbed against the palm of the owner like a cat, before turning and leaving.

Manjusri pondered for a moment, gathered the last trace of mana in his dantian, transformed himself into a wandering monk in gray robe and white socks, holding a chipped bowl in his hand, and swaggered onto the busy street.

He saw the Wuji Kingdom Palace not far away, and a tent was set up on the street outside the palace, where porridge was being given out for charity, and the crowd was surging.

The king of the Wuji Kingdom personally supervised it with a smile on his face.

At this time, Manjusri squeezed into the crowd until he was in front of the king. He was stopped by armored guards from left to right. He had no fear on his face and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, I am a traveling monk. Love the people, love charity, come here here, report something to His Majesty, don't delay."

"Oh..." The king became interested when he heard the words, and motioned for the guards to let him go.

Manjusri stepped forward and was arrogant and rude. The king stroked his beard and smiled, but he didn't take it seriously. He just said: "You monk is so proud, what's the matter, tell me and listen to me."

Manjusri said: "The king's doing this porridge is only a small kindness, and there are still great goodnesses to do."

The king's face darkened, and he said displeasedly: "Why is it a trivial matter for my people? There is no reason for you, a monk, to live like this."

"I hope that your Majesty will put down the position of the king, return to the west as soon as possible, go to my Lingshan, achieve a golden body, convert to Buddhism, and promote Buddhism. Only then will it be a great good."

This Manjusri is a straightforward guy with a simple mind and doesn't know how to speak tactfully. His words mean that only Buddhists are good people, and being a monk is a great good thing. It really doesn't make sense.

The king was furious when he heard the words, and shouted: "You crazy monk, how dare you speak nonsense and curse me! Someone, tie up this lunatic and throw him into the Yushui River."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Manjusri was in a hurry, and shouted: "You king, why don't you know what is good or bad?! I kindly enlightened you, and came to harm me! Hey, hey, hey... Take it easy... Don't tie it so tightly..."

It turned out that more than a dozen armored guards led the order to swarm up, tied Manjusri tightly with a tendon rope, then carried it to the Yushui River outside the city, and threw it down with a bang.

Poor Manjusri was just immersed in this icy river, ups and downs, because he had no magic power and couldn't get out.

On the third day, the green lion came to look for its owner as agreed, and saw that the owner was submerged in the river, dying.

It let out a long roar in anger, the ground shook, and it jumped down the river, opened its mouth wide, grabbed Manjusri by the collar, jumped onto the bank with the man in its mouth, and bit off the flesh on his body with a few clicks. rope.

Manjusri was drenched all over, shivering from the cold, his face was green and his lips were white, and he was extremely embarrassed. He said in a trembling voice, "Fortunately, Qing'er, you came to save me, otherwise my life will die."

The blue lion's golden eyes shot out anger, and suddenly said, "Master, I will kill the king to avenge you."

Manjusri hurriedly said: "It must not be done. We Buddhist disciples are compassionate and absolutely must not hurt human life."

The green lion said angrily: "Then what should we do? The king almost killed his master, so he must not be forgiven lightly."

Manjusri pondered for a moment, and said: "One drink and one peck, is it pre-determined, revenge must be avenged, I think this place will be severely drought, and there will be no rain, it is a good time, you come here with your ears, so..."

He told the green lion about his plan to deal with the black chicken king, and finally said: "Qing'er, I will come to pick you up in three years, just to avenge my three days and three nights of flooding. Remember, never hurt anyone A human life."

The green lion said happily: "Master, it's very good, I'll go."

After finishing speaking, the huge body jumped into the air and went to the Wuji Kingdom Palace.

Manjusri stayed where he was for a while, and suddenly, his dantian was filled with spiritual power, he was surprised and delighted, and immediately rushed to Lingshan.

Tathagata and Avalokitesvara were still waiting for Manjusri. When they saw him, Avalokitesvara couldn't help but chanted "Amitabha" and asked with concern: "Manjusri, why are you in such a mess?"

Manjusri smiled wryly, and explained the cause and effect.

Guanyin's heart moved, he glanced at Tathagata, lowered his eyes and said: "My lord is really a clever plan."

Tathagata smiled and said nothing.

Manjusri was already stunned, and he really couldn't tell what it was like. He had suffered three days with him, and he was tricked by his boss.

It is said that there is indeed a severe drought in the Wuji country. There has not been a drop of rain for two years. The ground is cracked, no grass can grow, and the crops are not harvested.

The king was so worried that he shared the joys and sorrows with all the people. He burned incense to worship the heaven and the earth every day, and prayed for rain, but it was useless until the river dried up and the well dried up and could no longer support it.

Suddenly one day, a Quanzhen Taoist appeared, broke into the palace, met the king, and showed his magic of turning stone into gold.

The king was overjoyed and asked him to open the altar to practice. Sure enough, there was a wind blowing in a short while, and it rained heavily in a short while. The people cheered endlessly, and the king and all civil and military officials wept with joy.

The king held the real man's hands and said excitedly: "My dear brother, thanks to you, my people have been saved. I have been friends with you eight times, and I will share the imperial power and wealth, and I will never regret it."

This real person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a dignified air, called out: "Brother Huang!"

"Emperor brother!" The king responded happily, with tears in his eyes.

From then on, the two ate and slept together, almost inseparable, as if they were brothers.

In March of Yangchun, red apricots and young peaches, the brothers of the king go for a spring outing and walk in the imperial garden hand in hand.

The king looked at the garden, which was full of purples and reds, and a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and said with a smile: "My dear brother, you can see that my imperial garden is full of beautiful flowers and full of spring, and this is all thanks to you, my dear brother."

"This is what I should do, Brother Huang, don't take it to heart." His brother's gaze flashed, and suddenly he pointed his hand forward, and shouted: "Brother Huang, look at the Eight Treasures Glazed Well, which emits Xiaguang. "

"Really?" The king took a closer look, and saw that the well was full of rays of light, extremely dazzling. He was surprised and delighted, and stepped forward quickly, stretched his head to look down, but saw that the well was dark, and there was nothing there. Seeing this, he raised his head and said, "My dear brother, look at this well..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his back. The person standing behind him kicked him hard. He was shocked and couldn't stand still. "Ah..." shouted, "Pow Tong" with a loud bang, and fell into the well.

The man by the well laughed loudly, lifted the heavy manhole cover, and covered the mouth of the well. Then with a gesture, a banana tree flew onto the well cover and planted it with soil.

The poor king fell into the well, which was deep and icy cold, and drowned instantly, and his body sank to the bottom.

This eight-treasure glazed well is not an ordinary well. There is a crystal palace under the well, and there is a Jinglong King in the palace.

On this day, Yasha, who was on patrol, suddenly saw a corpse floating into the Crystal Palace. He was taken aback and hurriedly reported it to King Jinglong.

After hearing the news, King Long of Jing rushed out following Yasha. He took a closer look and saw that the corpse had a crown soaring to the sky, a jasper belt around his waist, and a yellow ocher robe of flying dragon and phoenix. Gui, with a dignified and handsome face, but his face was ashen, already dead.

King Jinglong said in amazement: "This is the king of Wuji Kingdom! Who dares to harm him?"

Yecha said: "Dragon King, as far as I know, this king has a sworn brother who claims to be a Taoist from Zhongnan Mountain. The king and the Taoist made eight obeisances as friends, but he didn't want the Taoist, but he pushed him into the well with ulterior motives and killed him."

The Dragon King frowned, and said: "So that's how it is. If I expected this Taoist to be right, he has a lot of background. This king is just a small Jinglong King with weak mana and can't compete with it. How about it, Yasha, you take this The king carried it in and put it in place, took out a face-fixing bead, and fixed it to prevent his body from being damaged. Someone will come to rescue him one day. For the people of the Wuji country, for this wise king, this king is also considered did a good deed."

"Yes, Dragon King." Yasha took the order to recruit several other Yashas, ​​and carried the king's body into the Crystal Palace. According to the Dragon King's instructions, he took out a Ding Yan Zhu and put it on the king's body, making him look as if he was alive. .

The king's grievances persisted, and he went to the underworld to file a complaint. Unexpectedly, the judge opened the life and death book for a long time and told him something.

The judge said: "My king, your grievances are not only out of my control as a little judge, but even my immediate superiors, ten masters of Hades, can't handle your grievances."

The king was startled when he heard the words, and said angrily: "Why is this? Is there any law left? I'm going to sue you for neglecting your duties and not redressing the people's grievances."

"Where are you going to sue?" The judge became impatient, and said coldly: "Do you know the origin of that Taoist? Tell me and scare you to death again."

The king asked: "What is the origin?"

The judge said: "It is inconvenient for me to tell you about his background. You only need to know that he has great powers and is familiar with officials. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva often drinks with him. Sea Dragon King is related to him. Dongyue Tianqi is his good friend and my boss." Ten Hades is his sworn brother, your grievance, even if you sue the Lingxiao Palace, it will be useless to the Jade Emperor."

Hearing this, the king was speechless, heart ashamed, stood there for a long while, and then walked out of the underworld sadly and frightened. A wisp of his soul was wandering here and there, and when he looked up suddenly, he came to a temple with an inscription on the door. There are five big characters of "Edict to build Baolin Temple".

"Baolin Temple?" the king murmured to himself, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said happily, "Isn't this the royal temple of my Wuji country?"

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly said dejectedly: "So what? Even a group of monks can't save me. All my life, I've been kind to monks, diligent in governing and caring for the people, but I ended up like this. It's such a hard life!"

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and he couldn't help crying.

"Master! Brother! Old Sun seems to have heard someone crying outside the temple." A voice suddenly came from inside the temple.

"Wukong, are you listening? It's midnight, how can there be anyone outside the temple?" A gentle voice said.

"Monkey, let's go out and have a look, don't we know?"

The last person said with a smile.

After the sound of talking, several people came out, the leader with a shiny bald head and a monk's attire was none other than Xuanzang's five disciples.

The king stopped crying and watched the five men come towards him.

The author has something to say: This chapter is narrated from multiple perspectives, for fear of falling into the running account.

In the original book, it is true that Tathagata plotted Manjusri, Tathagata is the most insidious and does not explain