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

On the main hall of Bibotan Dragon Palace, Wansheng Dragon King and Nine-Headed Insect were drinking, and suddenly the gatekeeper crab general stumbled to report: "My lord! It's not good! It's a disaster!"

The old Dragon King stopped his cup and asked in surprise, "What disaster?"

The crab general said: "There are two future fighters who claim to be Grandpa Dasheng and Marshal Tianpeng outside the door."

The old Dragon King's face changed in astonishment, and he shouted at the Nine-Headed Insect tremblingly: "My son-in-law, the Great Sage Sun has really come, what should we do now? I said we shouldn't have stolen the Buddha treasure, and now we have caused a disaster." .”

The Nine-Headed Insect calmed down and said: "My father-in-law, don't worry, my son-in-law has cultivated since he was a child, and he has met several heroes in the world. I don't care about a mere grandson. I will meet him when I go out. What kind of supernatural powers are there?"

As he spoke, he took his own weapon, the crescent shovel, jumped out of the Dragon Palace, parted the waterway, floated on the surface of the water, and said loudly: "Which one is Monkey King? Take your life quickly!"

Standing on the shore, Wukong and Bajie saw that the nine-headed worm was very ferocious, with heads on all sides, eyes on the front and eyes on the back, and could see in all directions. Deafening.

Wukong said in surprise: "This is the Nine-Headed Insect, Bajie, who looks uglier than you, haha..."

Bajie said: "Brother Monkey, why do you compare the old pig with him? I am much more handsome than him. I am a human being, and I have never seen such an ugly monster. I don't know what kind of blood gave birth to this beast!"

The Nine-Headed Insect shouted again: "Which one is Monkey King? Hurry up and die!"

Bajie said: "Brother Monkey, I'm calling you."

"I am Sun Dasheng, and I came here to take your life!" Wukong answered first, then turned to Bajie and said, "I will fight with him first, and you will sweep the formation for me, watch carefully, don't let this kid escape gone."

Bajie raised the rake and said, "Brother Monkey, don't worry, there is an old pig here, and this worm can't escape anywhere."

"I'm coming too!" Wukong jumped up with a golden cudgel in his hand, and shouted: "You, a demon who splashed the sky, stole the Buddhist treasures of Jinguang Temple and killed many monks. Your crime is unforgivable. Old Sun will definitely kill you!" I will kill you with a stick, to avenge the dead monk!"

Nine-Headed Insect sneered and said: "I stole my Buddhist treasures myself, and you took your scriptures yourself, but came to meddle in other's business. Those monks are not related to you, why should you be so strong?!"

Wukong was furious, and cursed: "Fart! You have hurt someone, and you are so righteous and confident, and you don't know how to repent! Take a stick from my grandson!"

He looked at the opponent with the golden cudgel and hit him, Nine-Headed Insect's crescent shovel immediately parried, and the two fought fiercely like this, only thirty or fifty strokes, Nine-Headed Insect's arms were sore and weak, he was not Wukong's opponent, so he wanted to dodge and escape.

"Where to escape!" Seeing this, Bajie jumped up, picked up the rake, and built behind the Nine-Headed Insect, who knew that the opponent could see clearly because there were heads and eyes all around, and dodged in time.

As soon as the Nine-Headed Insect breathed in, it sank into the pool, trying to escape back to the Dragon Palace.

Suddenly there was a sound of rumbling water, and a huge white dragon soared into the sky from the bottom of the pool. Its whip-like tail wrapped around the nine-headed worm, coiled layer by layer, strangling like a snake, shrinking tighter and tighter.

"Let go! Let go!" The nine-headed worm was so strangled that he couldn't even hold the crescent shovel, and fell into the water. The bones in his body rattled, and all his nine heads screamed together, the sound was like a ghost howling, ear-piercing extreme.

"It's so noisy!" Wukong swung his club and smashed the head of the Nine-Headed Insect, blood splashed and stained the pool red.

Bajie's rake hit the other head of Nine-Headed Worm at the same time, and it also split the head.

In this way, Xiaobailong strangled the Nine-Headed Insect's body tightly, while Wukong and Bajie smashed them head by head, and the Nine-Headed Insect's hissing became smaller and smaller, and finally it was silent. silent.

Bajie stopped panting, and asked, "Brother Monkey, are you dead?"

"It must be dead." Wukong put away the golden cudgel, opened his fire eyes, stared carefully at the nine worms with rotten heads, and said, "It seems that there is no breath."

Bajie patted Ao Lie's dragon horn and said, "Brother Ao, let go."

"Okay." As soon as Ao Lielong's body was loosened, the nine-headed worm fell into the pool, sank into the water with a puffing sound, and floated to the surface after a while, his whole body was limp, as expected, he was utterly dead.

Ao Lie recovered his human body and said: "Sure enough, I'm dead, brother, I also got the relic."

Wukong said happily: "That's good, we brothers will go back."

The three then Zongyun returned to Jinguang Temple, just as Xuanzang and Qu Zheng had just returned from the palace, the king had ordered all the monks of Jinguang Temple to be released.

Ao Lie put the Buddha bone relics back on the top of the pagoda. At night, the sun was shining brightly, and the people of Jisai Kingdom cheered for joy.

The king was overjoyed and entertained the five Xuanzang masters and apprentices with a grand feast. The Jinguang Temple was also renamed as the Huguo Temple.

At the end of winter and spring came this day, the five masters and apprentices came to a mountain again. There was a stone tablet in front of the mountain.

Xuanzang reined in his horse and looked at it. He saw thorns and vines on the ridge, frowned and said, "There is not even a road on this ridge. How can we live?"

"Master, don't worry, wait for me to see." Wukong jumped up into the air, and when he looked down, he saw a vast expanse of dark green, vines wrapped around trees, and condensed mist, which seemed to be thousands of miles away.

He said according to the cloud: "Master, it is really difficult to go."

Ao Lie said: "Master, I will breathe fire and burn this thorn, and then I can pass."

Xuanzang said: "It is absolutely forbidden to burn the mountain. If there are people, wouldn't it be life-threatening?!"

Qu Zheng turned to Bajie and said, "Bajie, it's up to you."

Bajie chuckled and said, "Brother, how do you know that Lao Zhu has a way?"

Qu Zheng said: "If you know it, you know it, hurry up."

"Okay!" Bajie immediately recited the mantra and shouted: "Grow!" When it grew to a height of twenty feet, the rake shook and shouted: "Change!"

The rake became thirty feet long, and he took a big step, using the rake with both hands, bowed left and right, pulled out the thorns, and shouted: "Come with me."

Wukong also used his stick to pull the weeds, and Ao Lie used the dragon scale sword to cut the thorns. The three worked together to open a path.

Xuanzang dismounted from his horse, while Qu Zheng led the white horse. The two of them walked slowly behind them. They didn't stop for a day. They walked a hundred miles. After resting for a long time, they moved forward again. It was the evening of the second day, and I came to a stone temple, which was engraved with the three characters "Muxian'an".

On the left side of the temple, there are big juniper trees, one old cypress, one old pine, one old bamboo and one red maple.

On the right is an apricot tree, two wintersweet trees, and two osmanthus trees, all of which are lush green and canopy, and are at least a thousand years old.

Qu Zheng walked around each tree, his face full of interest, Xuanzang couldn't help following behind him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zheng, do you really like these thousand-year-old trees?"

Qu Zheng laughed and said, "It's not that I like it, it's just that it's a bit strange."

Wukong blinked his golden eyes, sighed, and said: "This is Muxian Temple, but I don't know whether it is good or bad."

Ao Lie said: "Senior Brother, don't you know if you go in and have a look?"

Wukong said: "Don't trespass, be careful."

Bajie yelled: "The old pig is exhausted, let's rest in this temple tonight."

Wukong shook his head and said: "This place is dangerous, we can't stay here for long."

Bajie took away the portrait, sat down on the ground, and shouted: "Anyway, I'm not leaving, I can do whatever I like..."

Wukong stepped forward and kicked him, cursing: "Idiot, don't play tricks, let's talk after passing this thorny ridge."

While speaking, night suddenly descended on the earth, and the forest was completely dark, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Xuanzang pondered: "Wukong, actually, it's all right to rest in this temple for one night."

"Master, listen to my disciple..." Wukong was about to say something more, when he suddenly heard a loud laugh: "Hahaha, Master Xuanzang, great sage, welcome to the land of wood immortals, hahaha..."

Wukong heard the words and blinked, only heard the sound but saw no one, and thousands of fireflies flickered from nowhere, the fireflies were as big as hummingbirds, and the colorful lights were like candles, the stream of light changed, and for a moment, this place was like a dream It's like being in a fairyland.

"Who is it? Dare to play tricks in front of the old grandson!" Wukong couldn't help shouting.

"Great Sage, don't blame! Don't blame! The old man and others will come out now." The voice said again.

Xuanzang and Quzheng looked at each other, Bajie and Ao Lie stood in front of them tacitly.

Wukong held the golden cudgel in his hand and stared vigilantly at the source of the sound, but suddenly saw four old men coming out of the temple.

The headed old man wore a square scarf, dressed in plain clothes, and wore straw sandals on his feet. He stood upright like a pine tree and said, "Don't be alarmed, holy monk, and don't be annoyed by the great saint. "

The second old man, Shuang, had a handsome appearance, bowed and said, "My name is Gu Song Zhi."

The third old man had green hair on his temples, saluted and said: "This old man is called Ling Kongzi."

The fourth old man was humble, bowed his head and said: "This old man is named Fuyun old man."

These four introduced themselves as soon as they appeared, with respectful and respectful expressions on their faces, as if they were sincere and enthusiastic.

After Wukong was stunned, he yelled: "Hey, nonsense, you are all monsters, give me a blow from my old grandson!" While drinking, he wanted to jump up and kill these old people.

"Wait!" Xuanzang and Qu Zheng shouted in unison.

Qu Zheng stepped forward and pressed Wukong's golden cudgel with his hand, and said, "Monkey, don't be impatient, these old people have no malicious intentions."

Wukong said unwillingly: "But, they are monsters..."

"You listened to me right, be good, or senior brother will get angry." Qu Zheng said with a smile, but there was no hint of a joke in his tone.

"Okay." Wukong nodded helplessly, and put away the golden cudgel.

On the other side, Xuanzang greeted the four old men, clasped his hands together and said, "Tang Xuanzang has seen four immortals."

The four elders hurriedly returned the salute and said: "The holy monk is polite, and the old man Zhesha is also."

Bajie and Ao Lie protected Xuanzang from left to right, at this moment, Bajie couldn't help but said: "Hey, four old men, you are nagging, the old pig is hungry, do you have any fast food?"

Xuanzang reprimanded: "Bajie, don't be rude!"

"Yes, yes! Please move to Muxian Temple, the burrow, where the elders' fast meals are already prepared."

The four elders welcomed Xuanzang and others into the Muxian Nunnery, and saw that there was another world inside, with bamboo and flowers planted in the courtyard, the misty clouds and the moon above the treetops, it was very quiet and elegant.

The four elders and Xuanzang sat down as guests and hosts, talking and laughing.

Bajie and Ao Lie stood behind Xuanzang with their chests folded, acting as protectors.

Qu Zheng and Wukong sat down on nearby stone benches.

At this time, a bare-chested red-faced man brought a plate of Poria cocos paste and five cups of fragrant soup, and the five of them ate politely.

Bajie stared blankly at the back, his stomach rumbling non-stop, complaining to himself that these old men were too stingy.

Xuanzang laughed and said, "May I ask the four immortals how long they will live?"

The Lonely Man laughed and said:

My age is now through thousands of years ago, and the sky is full of leaves and springs in four seasons.

The fragrant branches are like dragons and snakes, and the broken shadows are heavy with frost and snow.

Since childhood, he has been strong and able to endure old age, and since then he has been upright and fond of cultivating truth.

Wuqi Fengsu is an extraordinary generation, desolate and far away from the vulgar world.

"I'll go..." Wukong blinked his eyes non-stop when he heard the words, and bared his teeth: "It's really sore Laosun's teeth. He talks as soon as he speaks. What kind of sour poems are he reading? Senior brother, do you understand?"

Qu Zheng said: "I'm also a layman, I don't know how to recite poems right or not, but I know the meaning of this poem, it is said that he is a thousand-year-old cypress tree, he has practiced since he was a child, and has never been out of this deep mountain, so he doesn't bother to set foot on it. A step into the world of mortals."

Wukong snorted and said, "So it's an old cypress spirit."

Qu Zheng said: "Well, Ling Kongzi is a juniper tree, old man Fuyun is a green bamboo tree, Shibagong is a pine tree, and the man who gave the snacks just now is a red maple tree."

It turns out that Ling Kongzi, old man Fuyun, and the Eighteenth Duke of Jinjie each recited a poem to Xuanzang, all of which implied their own identities.

Xuanzang understood it, he suddenly stood up, bowed deeply and said: "The four immortals all enjoy a long life, more than a thousand years, they have attained the Tao in their old age, they are rich and colorful, are they not the four magnificences of the Han Dynasty?"

The fourth elder hurriedly returned the salute: "I have won the award, I have won the award, dare to ask the holy monk, how young is it?"

Xuanzang said:

40 years ago, she was born in the mother's womb, and she was fatally ill when she was not born.

Escaped into the water and rolled with the waves, fortunately met Jinshan escaped from the skeleton.

No slack in cultivating nature and reading scriptures, sincerely worship Buddha and dare to suffer.

Today, the emperor of Mongolia is on a business trip to the west, and on the way he meets a fairy who comes down to love.

The four elders bowed again and said: "The holy monk is really a man of Taoism."

Xuanzang immediately returned the gift, and the five sat down again.

Wukong said: "Master, it turns out that life is really hard."

Qu Zheng said: "With us disciples around, his life is not too hard."

Wukong said: "Brother is right, with us here, Master no longer has to suffer."

Xuanzang turned his eyes and looked around, seeing where he was, the sun was shining like a fairyland, and he felt relieved for a moment, and chanted:

Water flows from the edge of the stone, and fragrance floats from the flowers.

The whole house is fresh and elegant, without any dust.

"The holy monk is really good at writing." The four elders clapped their palms and laughed.

"I wrote a couplet," Xuanzang closed his eyes for a moment, then blurted out: "The mind of Zen is as clean as the moon."

Eighteen Dukes: Poetic Prosperity Like Azure Renewal

Gu Zhigong: Good Sentences, Manipulation and Splendid Embroidery

Ling Kongzi: Good texts do not spit on rare treasures

Old man Fuyun: In the Six Dynasties, the prosperity was wiped out, and in the fourth century, the points of elegance and praise were deleted.

Xuanzang's final ending: the half pillow of pine wind tea is not yet ripe, and the chant is full of spring.

"Good poetry! Good connection! Haha..." The five self-promising literati laughed heartily again.

Bajie and Ao Lie couldn't take it anymore, they quietly left behind Xuanzang, and sat with Quzheng Wukong.

As soon as Bajie sat down, he complained: "The old pig is almost starving to death, and the master is still reciting poems. What's the use of knowing these sour poems? Can it fill your stomach?"

"Idiot! You can't die of hunger." Wukong slapped him hard and said, "Master is so happy, don't complain."

Qu Zheng looked at Xuanzang's brows and eyes with a smile, his face was rosy and white, and suddenly his heart moved, and he said: "He was a handsome young man, if he hadn't become a monk, he must be living here now. In the ten-foot world of mortals, leaning on the red and nestling in the emerald green, chic and unrestrained, walking on the Mazhangtai, enjoying the wind and snow and the moon all day long, reciting poems and composing rightly."

Wukong said: "That's right, but the current master is living in the open with us, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, traveling thousands of miles west to learn Buddhist scriptures, it's pitiful."

"Yeah..." Ao Lie kept nodding, couldn't agree more, and said: "At the master's age, it must be early in the bridal chamber wedding night, when the gold list is named, maybe the baby will run all over the street."

"Oh..." The four of them sighed in unison, and said in unison: "So, why did Master want to become a monk?"