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

Xuanzang lingered on that hand for a second, then looked at the other two monsters sitting on the stone bench over there: "In addition to this way of eating with your hands, you have other ways to eat. ?"

Pi Shu thought that he was really interested in sesame oil, so he drank all the sesame oil in his teacup in one gulp, came over with the empty cup, scooped another cup in front of his face, and drank it with his head raised.

The mellow and soft taste made Pishu squint his eyes comfortably, and then he handed the teacup to Xuanzang, and invited the other party with great interest: "Master may not know how delicious this sesame oil tastes, you come and try it too." try."

The mortal monks in Datang had no idea about eating oil, so they just shook their heads and refused.

"The poor monk doesn't like greasy things, how about becoming a Buddha?"

He also wanted to take another look at the Buddha they transformed just now.

The three temple masters had just collected more than 200 jars of sesame oil, and arrested this Tang monk who was beneficial to his cultivation, and he was in a good mood to meet his request on the spot.

Transformed into the appearance of the Buddha, appeared in front of him.

Xuanzang looked at the Buddha Sakyamuni, who was full of wisdom and full of golden body, and respected heaven and earth, appearing in front of him.

Pi Han was stared deeply by those calm eyes, and felt a little hairy in his heart, "Have you seen enough? This is a skill I learned after observing Buddha statues day and night for hundreds of years."

The eyes of the monk wearing cassock fell on him, but his consciousness drifted to the distance. He saw a huge bodhi tree with a height of thousands of feet, with extended branches, a wide crown, a tall tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. Below, sat a young man whose earlobe reached to his shoulders and whose hands naturally hung down to his knees.

The man held a string of rosary beads made of Bodhi in his hand, as if aware of his gaze, he looked up at the Bodhi tree, and Xuanzang saw his own appearance in those deep eyes.

A jade cicada, the size of the man's finger, lay on the top of a tree and looked down. Waves of Buddha's light came up from below and fell on him, washing his body over and over again.

During the long years, the young man grew up in the tree step by step, with more and more believers, and one day, Yuchan, who was lying on the treetop, saw the sky change color, and countless thunder and lightning fell on him. The bright red blood splashed on the bodhi tree on his body, and the man changed from one to four.

The jade cicada on the treetop heard from the believers of this person that only by beheading three corpses can one become a saint. Among these four people, only one is the body of the young man, and the other three are the incarnations of the good corpse, the evil corpse, and his own corpse. .

This man's magic power is boundless. After beheading the three corpses, the incarnation is completely fused with the main body without distinguishing each other.

Yuchan on the Bodhi tree looked at the young man who had only one breath left on the ground, flew down from the Bodhi tree, and landed in front of him, watching his blood flow far, far away, thinking that those believers had gone too far Yeah, messing up his turf and dropping a dead man here, what a nuisance.

A ray of primordial light descended from the sky, fell on the young man and at the same time landed on the jade cicada that just flew up and was about to return to the top of the bodhi tree.

"Hello? Wake up!!"

Pi Han turned back into a normal human body again, angrily pushed the monk in front of him hard.

This guy said he wanted to see the Buddha, but he lost his soul after just one glance.

Xuanzang, who was standing in front of the oil tank, was suddenly woken up, the scene in front of him disappeared completely, and then he fixed his eyes and saw that he was still in the monster's cave. There was no Bodhi tree, no man who fell on the ground, and no Tao that fell from the sky. The primordial light he hit.

Wukong chased the wind from the north all the way to Tianming and arrived here, but he couldn't find his way in the steep mountain.

When the land here was about to be called, four people in front of them drove three sheep up the hillside. They looked there with their golden eyes.

Wukong shook the golden cudgel, the bowl was ten feet long and thick, and he turned somersaults in front of them to block their way: "Where are you four turned into like this! But I saw where my master was taken by that monster go!"

Seeing that he recognized his original body, the four envoys on duty who dodged in time hurriedly threw away the transformed goat and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Great Sage, spare your life, Great Sage, spare your life, we also passed by here unintentionally, you mortal Master was kidnapped by three monsters in Qinglong Mountain, it has nothing to do with us."

"How does my old grandson know that you are all right, unless you tell me clearly about the origin of the monster, where they live, and what kind of monster transformed it? Why are you so courageous that no one will be taken away, but they will be taken away." Master of my old grandson." Wukong swung the golden cudgel over the heads of the four of them.

The four bluffed quickly explained: "The name of this mountain is Qinglong Mountain, and there is a Xuanying Cave on the mountain. The three monsters are called Pihan, Pishu, and Pichen respectively. They eat sesame oil for a living here all the year round, and they have never kidnapped anyone in the past, and the master of the Great Sage is the first human being kidnapped by them."

"Stop talking nonsense! Quickly point me to the location of the monster hole!"

The four of them immediately led the way for him and led him to the bottom of the rocky cliff for him to see for himself.

While he was looking at the stone house, the four envoys on duty fled the scene on the spot. Before leaving, the three goats were left behind for him: "This is the intention of the goats to bring peace. The Great Sage keeps them and I believe they will soon be gone." To be able to find the whereabouts of your master."

After Wukong saw the stone house, he turned his head and glanced at the goat behind him, and chanted a mantra directly from the cliff to attract somersaulting clouds, and flew down the clouds to the stone house.

Inside the house, Pi Han drank a few more cups of sesame oil, and began to feel a little pain in his stomach while drinking.

Unconsciously, he reached out and rubbed his stomach, "Why does my stomach hurt a little?"

Pi Shu, who drank more than him, was also a little uncomfortable, holding the teacup in his hand and couldn't help muttering: "Could it be that this sesame oil hasn't been refined well, the vat of sesame oil I drank just now feels a bit different from before ?”

The two monsters glanced at each other, stood up from the stools, walked to the water tank where they drank the most sesame oil, took a cup from the teacup and drank it, and then went to the water tank next door to get another cup. He raised his head and drank again.

"Sure enough, the taste is a bit different!" Pi Han dropped the teacup in his hand.

"Damn it! This is the lamp oil sent up by someone, and it is sent up as an offering without being refined!" Pi Shu kicked the edge of the water tank, and the greasy sesame oil was left directly from the breach.

Xuanzang sat on the stool, thinking about the scene he saw just now with a blank face.

Now he didn't even have any interest in reacting to these monsters after they ate the poison.

I just want to know what the picture I saw just now means, who that person is, who I am, and what happened after the light that fell from the sky fell.

He vaguely had some ideas, but just as soon as this idea popped up, he was ruthlessly suppressed.

Wukong came all the way, knocked out the little demon outside the door all the way into the cave, and found that the picture here was a bit different from what he thought.

His mortal master, exuding a coldness of repelling others thousands of miles away, sat quietly in a chair and didn't know what to think about.

Behind him, two of the three temple spirits fell to the ground, holding their stomachs that were getting more and more painful and exclaiming again and again, and the remaining temple spirit helped one and the other.

No one bothered to look at the monk's affairs.

"Master, what happened to these temple spirits?"

Wukong put away the golden cudgel, looked at the three temple spirits, and then at his master. For a while, he didn't understand whether his master was kidnapped or his master killed the three monsters.

The mortal monk who was thinking on the chair heard a familiar voice, and looked up to see that his apprentice had finally returned to his soul. Blow his somewhat chaotic head soberly.

Xuanzang glanced back at the three monsters: "Eat the sesame oil after I fed the poison, tie them up and bring them back to the temple for the abbot to deal with."

Now he just wants to go back to the temple, go to the Daxiong Hall, and find someone to ask about things.

The three temple spirits were tied up by Wukong, and the group returned to Jinping Mansion.

Yuanzhen in Ciyun Temple hadn't closed his eyes yet, and the little novice opened the door in the middle of the night, saying that only two of the four monks who followed the temple spirit came back, their leading master and the monkey disappeared, and the three temple spirits also disappeared. return.

At that time, Yuan Zhen cried out badly. I am afraid that the three temple spirits really took him away. He gathered all the monks in the temple and wanted to go to Qinglong Mountain to find the whereabouts of the mage, but he was caught by the monk again. The mage's apprentice stopped him, saying that they had already had a senior brother look for them, and they would definitely come back.

But how could Yuanzhen do nothing and still fall asleep, so he had to kneel and sit in the Daxiong Hall without closing his eyes all night to pray for the mage and his apprentice, hoping that they could escape from the hands of the three temple spirits.

"Abbot! Abbot! Not good! Not good!"

The little novice who was guarding the gate ran all the way towards the Daxiong Palace.

Yuan Zhen, who was kneeling in the hall, panicked when he heard this, quickly got up, opened the door of the hall and walked out, looking at the other party: "What happened again? Did the three temple spirits come out again to arrest people?"

The little novice guarding the gate gasped and supported his knees, pointing in the direction of the temple gate: "It wasn't the temple spirit who came to arrest people, it was the mage from the Tang Dynasty who led his disciples and arrested all three temple spirits. It's all tied up with rope, and it's coming this way."

"How did you get caught?" Yuan Zhen walked down the steps and found that what he said just now was wrong, and asked quickly: "Did the mage and his disciple catch the temple spirit? Didn't the temple spirit catch them?"

"Yes, abbot, look, they have already come." The little novice pointed to a group of people who had already emerged from the corridor.

The person who took the lead was the Monk Datang who stayed overnight yesterday, followed by his monkey apprentice, and then the three temple spirits who were bound hand and foot by ropes.

Yuan Zhen watched helplessly as these three temple spirits, who had been in trouble for thousands of years, were captured just like that, and two of them had ugly faces as if they were about to die at any moment.

"Amitabha, the mage is indeed..." Yuan Zhen saw the Tang monk walking up to him, and hurriedly put his hands together to thank him.

As a result, the man walked past him blankly and went straight to the Daxiong Palace behind him.

The author has something to say: Good night~