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

A square table, one person and one god, looking at each other and no one has the intention of backing down.

Chen Wei hugged the teacup, blinking his black eyes with an innocent expression: "Is this story difficult to tell?"

"Well, sort of." It was rare for Cihang not to refute him.

The boss who sold the wontons brought two bowls of steaming wontons to their table on a wooden tray, and said politely, "The wontons are here, please serve them slowly."

"Try it, it smells very fragrant and I think it tastes good too." Chen Wei naturally picked up the chopsticks in the bamboo tube, scalded them with clean water and handed them to the other party, then scalded a pair of chopsticks for himself, and continued after holding a wonton Said: "If you can't think of an excuse, you don't have to force me to tell me."

Cihang picked up the pair of chopsticks, and easily picked up a wonton and put it in his mouth. The salty and hot taste made Bodhisattva, who has not eaten all year round, feel a little uncomfortable in his mouth, but he couldn't say how bad it was.

It's just that when I ate the second one, the action slowed down.

One person and one god each had nothing to say, and quietly finished the two wontons. The people of Jinping Mansion on the street came and went, carrying burdens, leading children, and passing by in a hurry in a carriage. .

Chen Wei put down his chopsticks, leaned against the square table and watched the bustling scene, then stood up after stretching vaguely.

Looking at the Bodhisattva on the other side of the square table: "I bought something for you, you can go back."

"Don't you want to know why I tell stories?"

Cihang thought he would be very interested.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to talk, you can talk. It doesn't matter if you don't want to. Anyway, if it is related to me, one day I will encounter something in person. Then I will adapt to the situation. Isn't it like this for ordinary people? I don’t know anything, so I can live every day with enthusiasm or imagination.”

Chen Wei was very open about it. He had already earned money by reliving his life, and taking up his house took up half of Tang Seng's body's free time. Thinking about it, it was simply good luck in eight lifetimes.

"But..." Chen Wei looked at the cricket in a child's hand, and suddenly had something he really wanted to know.

When Cihang heard that he had something to say, she motioned him to speak quickly.

"Can the Bodhisattva tell me something about the golden cicada? Every time the monster catches the poor monk during this journey westward, they always say that I am the second disciple of the Buddha, that I am the reincarnation of the golden cicada, and that the golden cicada is a What kind of person?"

A mortal monk was a little curious about what kind of existence Xuanzang was in his previous life. This person looked very Buddhist, and he didn't need to reincarnate at all.

"He." Cihang's tone changed, "I'm not familiar with you."

Chen Wei: "???" Your dissatisfied tone doesn't seem unfamiliar at all, okay?

Cihang glanced at him indifferently, and explained again with affirmative tone: "I really don't know him well, because he is not considered a human being."

It is not that there are no animals in Xitian Lingshan who cultivated to become Buddhas or Vajra Bodhisattvas, but when everyone appeared in front of people, they tacitly maintained their human bodies.

Only this one lived on the bodhi tree in Bodhgaya, kept the appearance of a cicada, refused to communicate with anyone, saw him nine times out of ten, only saw the bodhi tree and could not see him.

"Then how did he become Tathagata's second disciple?" Chen Wei was very curious about this matter, and there were few detailed explanations about it when he read the book.

A cicada has become a disciple of my Buddha Tathagata.

Mentioning this, Cihang's eyes were even more complicated, and after taking a deep look at him, he said, "It depends on luck."

I didn’t do anything, but simply lived on the tree where the Tathagata became enlightened and sanctified. There were only two beings in a thousand miles around at that time.

The primordial light that fell when it was sanctified shared a ray of it with the jade cicada, allowing the other party to ascend to immortality in one step, possessing supreme merit.

"This luck is really amazing." Chen Wei sighed with a dazed look in his eyes, this is simply the king of luck.

Without doing anything, one step reached the point where countless demons and ghosts could not reach in their entire lives.

Cihang didn't want to comment on this matter, after all, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on Lingshan Mountain are still sighing about this matter.

This kind of good luck is really unique, and no one else in the world can match it.

Chen Wei returned to Ciyun Temple alone. As soon as the monks arrived at the temple gate, they saw the little novice monk who was guarding the gate, his eyes were red from crying, and he was holding a branch in his hand and waving it vigorously.

"What's the matter? Was he beaten?" Chen Wei looked at his red eyes, and looked around nervously: "Could it be that some monster came here again?"

The little novice waving a twig shook his head, "No monster came to the door. It was the abbot who said that we don't do anything in the temple every day except chant scriptures. We are also weak and fall down when the wind blows. It is useless at all. From today From now on, everyone must learn three martial arts, to be as powerful as your apprentice, Master."

"Then work hard." Poor boy, it will take many years to learn to be like his three apprentices.

The little novice also knew that he would not be able to learn such skills for a while, but he still firmly waved a small branch and told him: "The abbot said that if we encounter temple spirits in the future and make trouble, we will discipline ourselves. Those three temple spirits are here to practice."

"The temple spirit has been captured? You are so powerful!"

Chen Wei didn't know about it yet, and when he heard that the temple spirit was arrested, he asked happily, "Where is it locked up? Did your abbot personally arrest him?"

The little novice stopped waving the branch, looked at the Master Datang in front of him with weird eyes, and explained in a low voice: "You brought the master back in the morning and gave them poison. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah!" A certain person suddenly realized, patted his head and raised the corners of his mouth, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "I just ate too much outside, and I forgot everything when I was full. So I caught it back, so it's okay." gone."

It seems that Xuanzang captured them, but I don't know what kind of poison he fed to others. They are really poor three temple spirits. They must have suffered a lot in Xuanzang's hands.

He went back to the guest courtyard alone, and the three of Wukong were watched by Yuan Zhen in the courtyard.

He took a closer look, and it turned out that Yuan Zhen was holding a book in his hand, on which were written how to practice martial arts, how to catch temple spirits, how to prevent monsters from sneaking away and so on.

Several solutions have been proposed for some problems, and some solutions have also been marked in black, which seems to be inappropriate.

"Master is back."

Drifting Monk stood far away, and was the first to see his master come back, his voice sounded like a gong, and all four people present looked up at him.

"You are busy, I just take a look."

Chen Wei signaled them to continue teaching Yuanzhen, and they don't need to talk to him now.

"Wu Neng you can teach."

Wukong came out from the circle, motioned for Wuneng to continue teaching the abbot of Ciyun Temple, and went to Chen Wei and asked him what happened just now: "Master, what is the purpose of the Bodhisattva looking for you this time?"

"It's nothing. I just went shopping with him and had a meal. He came to remind me that there are still seven thousand miles away from Lingshan in the West."

This was what Cihang told him directly, saying that he would not appear again and would wait for him at Lingshan.

"No wonder you smell like food." Wukong smelled the mixed smell of all kinds of food on his body, looked at his face, and went aside after making sure he was fine.

Chen Wei heard that he had a smell, so he raised his sleeve and smelled it in front of his nose, "It doesn't smell much, it's just eating a bowl of hot wontons."

But the apprentice said yes, Chen Wei ran back to the room and changed into clean clothes.

The person sitting in front of the desk opened the diary, thought of the current appearance of Ciyun Temple, and wrote a letter to someone.

"Is the lantern on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month very beautiful yesterday? I just don't know when the three temple spirits disturbed you. I hope you can see it. I saw the Bodhisattva Cihang today. He told me about the golden cicada. The story of this man, Jin Chanzi, is so interesting."

At night, Xuanzang woke up, and the three apprentices in the big bed next door were all asleep. The person who woke up in the small bed turned himself out of bed, put on his cassock, walked to the desk, and opened the closed diary.

See what someone wrote inside.

"Golden Cicada." Xuanzang looked at these three words. If he heard this name before today, he just thought it was unfamiliar, then after seeing the illusory Buddha statue in the cave of the temple spirit today, Xuanzang Now I have a half intuition that I am afraid that I am really the golden cicada that this monster will eat all the way.

After being stared at for a long time on the open diary, there was an extra line of inquiry that penetrated the back of the paper: "What's so interesting?"

Chen Wei woke up in the morning, rubbed his eyes and passed by the desk, saw the diary was spread out, yawned and bent over to look at the new content written on the paper.

"Where is the fun? It's probably because other people practice hard and get everything by luck."

After Chen Wei finished writing this line with a charcoal pen, he threw the pen down and went out to wash up.

After breakfast, the master and apprentice packed up their things, picked up their luggage and led the white horse, and came out of Ciyun Temple.

When passing the Daxiong Palace, I saw Yuan Zhen and the monks carrying some large water tanks.

The little novice guarding the gate secretly told Chen Wei: "The abbot said that from now on, he will no longer refine this kind of sesame oil, nor will he fatten up these three temple spirits. The refining costs are all earned, otherwise don’t even think about using the temple to leave.”

"Can the abbot trap the three temple spirits?" Chen Wei asked him.

"The abbot said that if you can't, you have to find a way to do it. It's because we always pin our hopes on others, that's why we have been dominated by temple elites for thousands of years. From now on, we have to rely on ourselves."

Chen Wei rubbed his bald head, turned to look at Abbot Yuanzhen who was carrying the water tank over there, folded his hands together and bowed to him: "Amitabha, this poor monk believes that Abbot Yuanzhen will definitely succeed."

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