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

After Chen Wei and Drifting had had enough to drink and eat, the two who had been beaten into mud monkeys outside the courtyard finally came back.

Ding Mo who was standing at the side saw the appearance of those two, he suppressed a smile and said solemnly: "When I boiled hot water for the mage just now, there was some left over, you guys go and wash up."

Wukong's monkey fur was about to grow grass, and a few green weeds scraped from the ground stood stubbornly on his head.

Wu Neng's condition was not much better than him, the two pig ears were pulled red and long by the monkey, as if they had just been stewed.

When Chen Wei finished drinking the second pot of tea, they finally tidied themselves up again and put on clean monk clothes.

Holding steamed buns on one left and one on the right, they sat on the raised threshold following Chen Wei's appearance.

The three masters and apprentices sat in a row.

When Monk Ji Le came to deliver fruit to them, he saw the scene of eating and approached them with a basket.

"The mage is very lucky. He has three confidant disciples. I don't know what plans he has after returning from learning the scriptures?"

The mortal monk sitting on the threshold asked puzzledly, "Why would you ask such a question? But is there anything in your temple that needs our help?"

Ji Le pulled a small bench over, handed him a basket of lantern fruits in his hand, and took two not to eat and put them in his hands to play with: "Our Zen Forest Temple in Zhenhai has been here for a hundred years, and all the disciples in the temple are Children without father and mother, who became monks since childhood, knocked on the wooden fish one by one every day, no matter they are old, small, long, short, fat, all put their palms together and just chant sutras, so after so many years, they will not fall down. Tigers can't subdue dragons, and they can only be helpless when encountering monsters."

After all, he looked at the three apprentices beside Chen Wei, "Mage is different, you have already traveled tens of thousands of miles by yourself, and you can tame three disciples who are capable of subduing demons all the way, so In the past few days, I have an idea that I want to discuss with you, Mage."

"You said, as long as we can do it, I promise you."

After Chen Wei finished speaking, Ji Le immediately got up and lifted the hem of the monk's robe, knelt on the ground, and stared at him firmly: "The poor monk wants to ask the mage to accept two disciples here, so as to obtain the Dharma."

"..."

"Master, this monk has good eyesight. He knows that you are a reincarnated disciple of the Buddha. If you accept him as a disciple, you will have great merit in the future. At that time, let alone subduing the tiger and subduing the dragon, this temple will not burn incense for a thousand years. off."

Wukong waved his hand, telling Chen Wei not to think about it.

This is obviously rubbing off on the merits of their master.

Chen Wei didn't care about merit. Anyway, he didn't feel anything about it. He was thinking about another issue.

"But I don't have any skills. There are three apprentices on the road, and there are six Ding Liujias to protect my safety. I'm afraid I have nothing to teach my disciples."

"The mage can subdue three apprentices, how can this be regarded as incompetent."

Ji Le didn't believe it, seeing that the other party was still hesitant, he untied his belt directly, revealing his chest: "Mage, please look."

What Chen Wei saw was a skeletal chest, and the dark red heart the size of a fist was beating inside the bone.

"I am the altar priest of the Daxiong Palace. For a long time, no outsiders have come here to offer incense. I encounter robbers or demons every day. The Chanlin Temple has been guarded by me for 130 years. I know that my time has come. When a master came to stay overnight, it was because God wanted me to tide over the difficulties in Chanlin Temple."

Monk Ji Le put his clothes back together, took out the wine jug on his waist and took a sip with a smile: "Since it's a fate from heaven, I naturally don't want to miss it."

Chen Wei looked at him with a relaxed and unrestrained look, but his mind hadn't moved away from the white bone chest just now.

After a while, I came back to my senses and asked: "I have seen many temple spirits. How did your body become like this? Can it be cured?"

"It can't be cured. Last time, three man-eating monsters came to the mountain. After I was emptied by them, they never grew up again. Hui Deng and the others burn incense and put plates every day to pray for me, but they are all mortals. , I have only a half-knowledge of Buddhism, and it is of no use to this wound."

Chen Wei thought that on the day they entered the door, the little monk named Hui Deng said that the little master uncle loves to break the precepts and drink alcohol.

Looking at the wounds on his body at this moment, I am afraid that he is relying on drinking to block the deepening wounds and pain on his body.

No wonder every time he appeared, he smelled the smell of alcohol first.

I'm afraid this is also to cover up the wounds on his body.

"You turned out to be a master of sacrifice, no wonder my old grandson always smells a scent of incense, but I didn't see your real body."

Wukong blinked his golden eyes, carefully observed his body, and after confirming that he was really an oil lamp dry well, he turned his head and said to Chen Wei: "His body may have been smashed by someone, and the injury is in the transformed body of the body. It doesn't grow well."

"The elder is right. My altar was cut with a hole by the robbers."

Chen Wei sat on the threshold, twirling the rosary in his hand and looking at the indifferent face opposite.

"The poor monk doesn't want to mislead his disciples, but he has a roll of the Heart Sutra presented by Taoist Wuchao. If you choose two disciples, I can pass on the Heart Sutra to them. There is no need to recruit disciples."

As for the injury on the opponent's body, Chen Wei pulled Wukong aside: "Wukong, how many days do you think his body can last?"

Wukong turned his head to look at the drinking monk, and calculated, "It's estimated that there is still half a month left."

enough.

Chen Wei returned to the front of Ji Le, and stretched out his right hand: "If you agree not to accept disciples, but only teach the Heart Sutra to two disciples, I will cure your illness, and if you agree, shake hands."

"My illness is not cured."

After Ji Le finished speaking, the other party still held the palm firmly, but had no choice but to reach out and hold the palm full of Buddha's light.

"It's a pleasant cooperation. We'll leave here tomorrow morning. You can find two young monks with good memories right now."

This monk, who has become a master of Taiwan, hurried to find someone.

That night, Hui Deng and another young monk came to Chen Wei's room, and the two listened to Chen Wei's lecture on the Heart Sutra for Ban Su.

After the two of them wrote it down, they recited it three times, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, they left the guest house gratefully.

Ji Le sat on the roof, hugged the wine jar and watched Hui Deng lighting up the lantern. With the unstoppable happy expression on his face all the way, he knew that the other party had really learned the skill.

After teaching the two of them, Chen Wei didn't rush to sleep, but went to the yard to look at the female monster that was still hanging.

"Benefactor, we are leaving this temple tomorrow. I don't know where the donor's family lives. The monk wants to visit."

Mrs. Diyong was hanging on the tree, swinging her arms 180 degrees to face Chen Wei. I couldn't believe what I heard just now?

"Who was the mage just now... want to visit Nunu's house as a guest?"

"Well, if it's inconvenient for the benefactor, forget it." Chen Wei put his hands behind his back, smiled innocently, and didn't threaten to embarrass the other party at all.

"Yes! Of course! Nunu knows that the mage is not the kind of iron-blooded and ruthless person. There must be a misunderstanding in the past few days, right?"

Chen Wei smiled and nodded, "Yeah, that's why I have someone put you down now, so you can rest for the night, and we will set off together tomorrow morning, presumably your parents are very worried even now when they know you are missing, as early as at home day and night I am looking forward to your return at night."

"Yes, yes, yes! The mage is right!"

Mrs. Diyong was almost stunned by this good thing that fell from the sky.

"But..." Chen Wei interrupted her dream, and said with a distressed face: "The benefactor is a girl's family, and this temple is full of strange monks. I heard that two monks died. Let you go to the temple alone." Going back to the Hall of Heavenly Kings to rest, the poor monk feels uneasy, so tonight, I ask the female benefactor not to move anywhere, just rest under this tree, the poor monk will ask his disciples to guard you, okay?"

It’s not good at all, she’s been hungry for three days, and now she can eat four monks at one go, such a comfortable life, but why do you have to face an ugly blue-faced red-eyed monk under a tree Eye.

But Mrs. Diyong looked at the monk with a smile in front of her eyes like a spring breeze, thinking that this person is a golden cicada, and Yuan Yang is still practicing as a child, as long as she sucks on his body, let alone four monks, it will be considered a prize. Forty, four hundred monks gave her, and she didn't want to change them.

Therefore, he closed his eyes forcefully, forcibly held back his hunger, and agreed to his request.

"This is a steamed bun, please eat."

Chen Wei handed the white steamed bun that Wu Neng had just taken to her, watched her being let down from the tree by Drifting Monk, and sat under the tree obediently holding the steamed bun, and signaled Drifting Monk to watch her closely with his eyes.

Then he turned and went back to his room.

Wukong fell on the Datong bunk, hugging the pillow and knowing what happened outside the door without going out.

"Why is Master so good-hearted and started to lose his good intentions again, thinking of going to the monster's den to have a look."

"I have no good intentions. These monsters live in fixed places all year round. Recently, after Wu Neng captured all the bandits and robbers nearby, only the monsters are still nearby. She appeared in the pine forest, which shows that she His home is nearby, help people to the end, since we are going to protect the Chanlin Temple, we will take this opportunity to clean up these local people-eating monsters by the way."

Kill the banshee in front of me, in case she and the elder demon come back again as soon as they leave, this temple can't hold on to several attacks.

Before Chen Wei went to bed, he wrote this incident in his diary, and also wrote down his plan to use blood to save the spirit of the Temple of Bliss.

On the second day, Xuanzang got up at Chenshi, passed the two apprentices who were sleeping soundly on the bunk, and after washing, sat by the window and opened the diary that Chen Wei had left for him.

Seeing that someone inside was about to draw blood to save people, he frowned. Until the three disciples had packed their luggage, the temple spirit brought the two young monks who had learned the Heart Sutra here last night.

"You, come in."

Xuanzang bent down, pulled out the dagger tied to his calf, and signaled the temple spirit who made a sacrifice to accompany him into the room alone.

The author has something to say: Chen Wei rubbed his chin: So-and-so has changed a lot. At the beginning, he didn't care about this kind of helping people at all. Now I just say a word and you do it.Amitabha, goodness is goodness.

感谢在2021-03-0821:53:20~2021-03-0823:41:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 gourd soup;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!