[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

More monks stood out, bowed to the front with their palms folded, walked out of the line, and sat on the right side. They used their actions to prove that they could not agree with the content of the abbot.

"Master, what is the meaning of Buddhist teachings to become a monk, stay away from the world of mortals, and cut off all emotions and desires? This will be relatable to what you said just now, Master."

A novice came forward and expressed the doubts in his heart.

I saw the monk sitting cross-legged on the futon, with his eyes downcast, and his tone was flat: "People are in the midst of love and desire, they live and die alone, go and come alone, good and evil change, chasing what is born, the Tao is extraordinary, and the body and function are one." , how is it different? Those who become monks do not enter the world of mortals, but feel the seven emotions and six desires, how can they stay away from the world of mortals?"

Everyone in the country of the Western Region Festival, no monk had ever heard such a novel speech, and sat cross-legged below for a while, listening to the monk of the Tang Dynasty explaining the wonderful scriptures for two hours for them, explaining to everyone The monks were confused.

Even outside the gate of Jinguang Temple, unknowingly, three to five hundred people gathered, listening to the eminent monk's lecture.

"Master, the elder brother is back."

Drifting sat on the big tree in the yard, and saw a familiar auspicious cloud floating over his head, which interrupted Xuanzang's lecture.

Xuanzang stopped talking, looked at the monks in front of him, sighed and stood up from the ground: "There is only one word difference between your Jinguang Temple and the poor monk's Jinshan Temple. Since it is true, a wise man can know the emptiness of sin and nature, and he is not afraid of life and death, and if he does not understand the scriptures, he will go out of the temple gate to see how all living beings do it."

He left after reading, regardless of the faces of the monks, and the monks watching outside the door. When he turned and walked into the main hall to drink tea, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

Looking up, the Bodhisattva above who had forgotten to change his posture met those eyes without any emotion, and silently changed his posture.

Xuanzang looked at the Bodhisattva who changed his posture, frowned, and didn't speak. He raised his head and drank all the cool water in the teacup, took his rosary and walked out, and then said leisurely: "Next time, I will be so obedient. When I tell you to show up, don't show up."

The Golden Body Bodhisattva grabbed a handful of dust from his shoulders that no one had wiped off, raised his hand and threw it at the back of the monk's head.

"Crack!" A cloud of dust hit the palace door that was suddenly closed.

The monk who closed the door of the temple walked down the steps calmly, "We all go to clean the main hall, I hope the poor monk can see a different Jinguang Temple before he comes back."

The monks immediately got up from the ground, and went to fetch water, to sweep the floor, to wipe the table.

Even the abbot, who thought he should be like glass, rolled up his sleeves and went to clean the cobwebs from the windows.

Xuanzang took two disciples back into the hall, and when he got there, he saw a man kneeling in the middle of the hall, wearing a rotten silver armor, with eyes in the front and eyes in the back, seeing in all directions, mouth on the left, mouth on the right, and nine mouths.

Now the eight heads are covered with bruises, and on the last intact head, two eyes are staring at Chen Wei viciously.

Standing in front of the nine-headed worm, Chen Wei blinked vigorously, and after confirming that what he saw were nine heads, he slowly moved his head to look around.

Seeing the golden and white jade railings all around, and the king on the dragon throne, and his own Wukong standing proudly holding his weapon, he was a little confused as to where the plot was going.

It's all right, I didn't wake up at any time, but I chose this time.

"Master, I beat the Ten Thousand Saint Dragon King to death on the spot. This is his nine-headed son-in-law. Thanks to Erlang God and the six Meishan brothers passing by, he was arrested after helping my old grandson block the rocky mountain." Come here." Wukong took out a shiny object from his arms and handed it to him.

He danced and asked him to catch it quickly, "This is the treasure lost by the monk of Jinguang Temple, and it was also brought back by my grandson."

Holding the warm relic in both hands, Chen Wei felt that it was like a peanut, and its whole body exuded a white light. If it was placed on a high place in the pagoda at night, everyone would be able to see it.

When the King of Jisai Kingdom heard that the relic had returned, he sat on the dragon bed and stared at the mage's hands, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

"Since this thing belongs to Jinguang Temple, it should be returned to the original owner."

Chen Wei looked at it for a while, and felt that this thing was nothing special, so he handed it to the little official beside him, and asked him to hold it and return it to Jinguang Temple.

Only then did the king have time to hold the treasure, and after watching back and forth, tears streamed down his face.

"Holy Monk, you have helped the widow find the treasure, please ask the widow to give you ten thousand taels of gold as a token of gratitude."

The monk below grabbed his big apprentice and asked in a low voice, "Have you changed the customs clearance document?"

Wukong blinked his golden eyes and nodded: "It has been changed."

When he got what he deserved, Chen Wei let go of his hands and solemnly rejected the golden ten thousand taels, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the ten thousand taels of gold is unnecessary, the poor monk only hopes to give this evil demon to the poor monk for enlightenment. "

"The sorcerer is really a god!" The king didn't expect such a good person to exist in the world.

No gold, no treasure, no treasure, just a strange-looking monster who said he wanted to be humanized.

For a while, I had a longing for the Tang Dynasty thousands of miles away, and I was a little moved to think that the monks of the Jinguang Temple had been cleared of their charges. How about choosing a few people and sending them to the Eastern Tang Dynasty for exchanges?

No matter what he thought, Chen Wei didn't want anything anyway, he only took the nine-headed worm away.

When the master and apprentice came out from the palace gate, Drifting carried the nine-headed worm on his shoulders and walked at the end.

Wukong and Chen Wei walked side by side, carrying his Ruyi Golden Cudgel to become a prototype. People all over the street saw a macaque carrying a long stick and walking beside a monk. The picture was so interesting that they couldn’t help but look at it more A few glances.

"Why do you want to keep that demon? According to my old grandson, you should take care of the king after seeing him and beat him to death with a stick!"

The people watching the monkey were surprised to find that the monkey not only walked away on its hind legs, but also spoke human words.

Chen Wei rubbed his hairy head with a smile, "You don't understand, those nine heads are very useful!"

"What's the use? Are you still going to accept him as an apprentice and lead him on the road?" Sun Wukong looked back at the nine-headed worm vigilantly, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he turned his head and continued: "Cultivating Wu can A pig demon has to eat food non-stop every day, and if you raise a nine-headed demon, you won’t be afraid to eat all the money you need to get scriptures.”

"Don't worry, I won't let him eat me poorly." Chen Wei patted Wukong on the head, telling him not to worry.

Then the three apprentices saw the man who pulled the nine-headed worm into the temple of Jinguang Temple, chose a deserted place, and found some strange seeds he had collected on the way to learn scriptures.

Pour it into the mouths of the nine heads in turn.

"I saw some chili seeds on the road last time. It smelled spicy, but it also had a fishy smell. I was hesitating who to ask to see if these chili seeds are edible, so you came to my door." The person holding a pile of fiery red chili seeds in his pocket generously grabbed a handful and stuffed it into one of the nine heads.

Then he opened another cloth bag he had collected, poured out another strange fruit seed, and stuffed it into the nine-headed worm's mouth.

"And this, this, this, are all the tastes I want to know. You can taste it for me. You only have one neck. When these foods reach your throat together, do you have the taste of eating seasoning packets?"

Chen Wei stuffed the other party's nine heads and nine different foods in a row, and waited expectantly for the Nine-Headed Insect to give him a feedback.

Every head of the other party is extremely ferocious. Sometimes it is hot, sometimes it is bitter, and sometimes it is filled with fishy smell. The seven orifices have started to smoke, and the belt that helps Erlang God cannot move. If you want to swear, you just open your mouth. The vicious monk thought that he didn't have enough taste, so he stuffed in a handful of weird things.

After the three apprentices stood and watched in the corridor, you looked at me and I looked at you, the three demons came to a common decision.

"In the future, Master will randomly pick those things on the road, let's just store them up and never touch them!"

Wukong was thinking silently in his heart, Xuanzang's medicines, at least that guy knew the purpose of each medicine bottle.

The person in front of him, he didn't know what he fed out, and he was waiting for the unlucky monster to be a test product for him.

The Nine-Headed Insect was so aggrieved that he didn't pass out or choke to death. He gasped and tasted the things stuffed into his mouth carefully, and then told the other party what it tasted like and what it tasted like in his throat.

Chen Wei was holding his own small notebook, and holding a charcoal pencil in one hand, he quickly recorded the usefulness of those things.

Only after trying all the seeds and food, did he close his little book, and in the expectant eyes of the Nine-Headed Insect, waved his hand: "Thank you for your contribution to my research, so we won't kill you .”

All eighteen eyeballs of the Nine-Headed Insect lit up, staring expectantly at the mortal monk in front of him, waiting for his next words.

"Wukong, go and ask the land of your own country to come out, lock this guy on the top of the tower, and guard the relic day and night from now on, until God confirms that you have repented, and then let you go."

The Nine-Headed Insect's face fell down, and he glared at the fair-skinned monk; "Monk! Do you know who I am?"

"I know, you are the thief who stole the relics. I will draw a sketch for you right away. I promise that tomorrow all the people in the country will remember what the thief who stole the relics looks like. Don't thank me. After all, if I become a Buddha Afterwards, the real body nirvana, thinking that my relic was stolen and placed in the monster's den, and nine heads are coveted at me every day, that picture is too evil! So just stay calm." Chen Wei used a small notebook Shot from his nine heads in turn.

While the other party was gnashing his teeth, Shi Shi ran away.

When I wrote Xuanzang's diary at night before going to bed, I never forgot to praise myself.

"Even if the monk in the temple is an idiot, he, a thief who steals, still hopes that I will be merciful and let him go? He may not even dream of such a beautiful thing, so how can he expect me to do it? It's really naive."

Xuanzang woke up the next day, sat in front of the window and looked at the monks in the temple who were actively getting up to clean up. His eyes looked away from the window and fell on the diary spread out on the table. Soon there was another sentence in it: "You do Yes, you are much smarter than those monks."

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