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

The introduction was regarded as acquaintance. Chen Wei pulled the Buddha who was already emitting air-conditioning beside him, and hurriedly listened to him: "I didn't tell him his identity. I'll explain when I go back."

After speaking, he looked at Chen Guangrui who started to cough again, took off the bamboo hat that had been half hanging on his head, and said with a smile, "We are the monks who placed orders in Huasheng Temple, if you want to see us, you can come to Huasheng Temple to meet at any time .”

Chen Guangrui looked at the two people in front of him. One was as close as a spring breeze, and the other was written all over with an attitude of refusing to be approached by outsiders. It could be described as two extremes, but they still looked exactly the same.

Moreover, the look in the eyes of this Langli Baitiao made Chen Guangrui feel as if he had offended him. Fortunately, the purpose of his return was to find out where Mr. Chen lived. A rock quickly disappeared in front of them.

The extra outsiders left, and Jin Chanzi pulled the person who was still looking in that direction and turned around with a cold face. He could only look at himself before opening his mouth: "How did I meet him?"

"I'm also wondering, not long after you entered the water, he climbed up from there. At first, the three of us thought it was a water monster coming ashore. When we were about to use the plantain fan to get him away, we found that he seemed to be a monster. A mortal, something happened later, and he realized that he has become a ghost that cannot be reincarnated." After Chen Wei finished speaking, his eyes fell on Xuanzang's face full of unhappy words, "If he didn't If he is malicious, we will send him to reincarnation."

"I don't like him." In the Tenth World's memory, the existence of this person only appeared in a letter in Elder Fa Ming's room.

But Jin Chanzi still doesn't like this person.

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have appeared in this world. Don't you want me to appear?" The mortal monk looked innocently at the Buddha in front of him, as if he was very reasonable.

"I want you to show up." Fozi lowered his head, sighed secretly, and held the person in his arms, thinking that he would stare at him more to prevent the person from having any other attempts.

Then he went back to Huasheng Temple, called the ten students who didn't have classes in the morning into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and then used the long teaching time to vent his dissatisfaction.

It wasn't until Haishi, when the night was dark, that ten students with livid faces who had been tortured by Sanskrit were let go.

Outside the door of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, the foreign monks who lived in several guest houses today also had the same ugly faces. The foot hits the human voice.

They were resting and meditating in the guest courtyard, when they suddenly heard that the holy monk who had gone out in the morning returned to the temple in the afternoon, and taught the original Sanskrit scriptures to the students in the scripture storage pavilion.

A guest monk who was eager to learn immediately went to Elder Fazheng and asked if he could listen to the lecture together outside the door of the Sutra Library.

Fazheng looked at the faces of those students studying, smiled and nodded in agreement. There was only one requirement, that you can listen to the lectures outside the door, but you can't make loud noises to disturb the teaching in the scripture library.

The guest monk, who had only been taught by the holy monk in the morning, dared not make any more noise. After getting the consent of the elder Fazheng, he immediately brought his futon and sat quietly at the door of the scripture storage pavilion.

One person moves, and soon a second person follows and sits down.

In the end, all eight doors of the Sutra Library were opened, and the entire corridor was filled with tall and short fat and thin guest monks, young and old, middle-aged and young.

Those who are eager to learn even bring a pen and ink with them, wanting to record what the holy monk said.

But everyone didn't expect the teaching time of this holy monk to be so terrifying. For a total of six hours, except for the monk who came in the middle and distributed a bowl of hot soup and two steamed buns to each of the ten students, the rest of the time was the whole course. They are all in class.

Chen Wei was sitting next to the bookshelf in the Sutra Library. After Chang Guang learned that he would come here often, he specially placed a movable recliner next to the bookshelf, where he could sit and lie down, and a small bench was placed beside it. There are two melon and fruit plates on it, for eating and drinking.

The people over there were giving lectures, and he just sat aside and randomly selected not so difficult Sanskrit scriptures to read and play.

Occasionally I looked up and saw the ten students, as well as the ashen faces outside the door, mourning for them.

As soon as Haishi arrived, the bell ringer of Huasheng Temple rang the evening drum bell in the distance. The bell represented the end of Huasheng Temple today. Monks can pack up their things and go back to their rooms to rest.

After Jin Chanzi heard the ringing of the bell, he put down the textbook in his hand, and looked at the students in the audience, with the expression on his face that he wanted to continue talking.

Shi Sang, who was sitting in the first row, had been tortured until the fox's tail was exposed, and she couldn't even maintain her human body.

The person on the reclining chair decisively picked up a scripture, went to the front of the crowd and grabbed a teacher who turned into a madman: "Holy Monk, I don't understand this scripture, can you teach me?"

Jin Chanzi looked down at the cover of the book which was written in Sanskrit, and then looked at the smiling face in front of him: "I don't know any words."

"I don't know most of them, but I really want to see all the contents." Chen Wei only glanced at the few Sanskrit words written on the cover, but still didn't know what was written inside.

The inner balance of Western Buddhists shifted directly from the students to the individual. After picking up the scripture that the other party could not understand, he looked at the ten students sitting below: "You——"

"get out of class is over." Chen Wei answered the second half of the sentence for him, turned his head to look at the ten expectant faces, blinked at them, and signaled everyone to leave quickly.

As soon as Shi Sang saw Chen Wei's reminder, he got up on the spot, packed up his writing and said goodbye to the holy monk as quickly as possible, and disappeared from the Buddhist scriptures pavilion like flying.

After running one, the remaining nine moved swiftly, with expressions of gratitude on their faces. Everyone showed the speed of a tiger chasing after them. From inside to outside the door, the monks disappeared like a tide. clean.

The Sutra Pavilion fell silent in an instant, only Chen Wei and Jin Chanzi were left, and Hu Jiu and Bai Jian were sleeping together in a corner.

"You've been standing and talking all day, sit down and have a rest."

Chen Wei pulled the person who was still standing to sit down, took the teapot beside him and poured tea for him, and stuffed it directly into his palm.

"drink."

Jin Chanzi drank the cup of tea with his head up, and another cup was poured into the cup.

Chen Wei also poured himself a cup, and stood side by side with him, looking at the bluestone bricks on the floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, "Still unhappy about Chen Guangrui's affairs? After all, I'm his son. I don't feel anything. You've been What are you angry about?"

He didn't understand Xuanzang a little bit, obviously he was the one who should be angry.

But he didn't respond yet, and the other party was already angrily giving lectures here for a day, and the anger still hasn't calmed down.

Jin Chanzi put away the obvious displeasure on his face, and said in a calm tone, "I just thought of the thing that you wanted to avenge Yin Wenjiao when you were young."

The name made Chen Wei stunned for a second, squinting his eyes and turning to look at the people around him, "How old were we then?"

Fozi drank another cup of throat tea: "Eight years old." He remembered it clearly.

"That happened 20 years ago, it's been a long time." Chen Wei couldn't remember the first time he saw Yin Wenjiao, but he remembered that when they wanted to seek revenge from the thief, they were caught by Master Faming , gave a severe lesson.

"Back then he was killed by thieves. If he died and reincarnated, I wouldn't be angry, but his soul still stays in this world, and he never appeared for 28 years. If Elder Faming hadn't saved you and me, I'm afraid we'd still be alive." To be reincarnated before him, not to mention Mrs. Chen who is still supporting the thief." The appearance of this person made the Buddha only disgusted, without any joy.

After speaking, Chen Wei couldn't help turning around, a pair of black eyes stared straight at the face in front of him, which was full of anger, staring at this face that was exactly the same as his own, looking at the face of the other party. With a bright and unhappy expression, the mortal monk not only did not feel sad at all because of Chen Guangrui's ruthlessness, but felt that Xuanzang's appearance was very cute.

Chen Wei grinned, pushed his body with his elbow, and encouraged him: "It's just that I'm not sleepy now, let's go to Yin's mansion and see how she is doing?"

Jin Chanzi was taken aback for a moment, obviously not understanding how the topic got here.

The mortal monk waved his hand, stood up gracefully and pulled him up: "Just take a look, let's go after a look, anyway, we haven't seen each other for so many years."

The two left the gate of the Sutra Pavilion, and went to Prime Minister Yin's house openly without even taking their two pets with them.

But when he walked to the door, Jin Chanzi looked at the high-spirited person in front of him, and asked him a very puzzled question: "Do you know where Prime Minister Yin's Mansion is?"

A certain person who was going to visit relatives with great interest turned a corner quickly, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and then unceremoniously fished out a string of copper bells from the Buddha's wide sleeve.

A fist-sized copper bell rang in the air, and Chang Guang and Shi Sang, who lived behind the Zhaitang, heard the familiar calling bell at the same time.

Shi Sang had collapsed into a fox skin under the quilt, and only his ears could move twice when he heard the bell, indicating that he was still alive.

The other temple spirit thoughtfully shook off the quilt, buried his companion who had turned into a fox fur under it, opened the door and walked out following the ringing of the bell.

At the gate of the temple, Chen Wei only shook it three times before regretting it.

"Oops! I forgot that Chang Guang was also tortured by your lessons for a day."

Now calling down the temple spirit who has been tortured for a day, it seems that the two of them are not human at all, and they never let go of the monks in the temple late at night.

After Chen Wei tucked the bell back into the Buddha's sleeve, he couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth to look at the Buddha beside him: "Speaking of which, it seems that we are really not human anymore. Who else can we look for besides the temple spirit?"

In the middle of the night, the people in the temple must have fallen asleep, and it is impossible to ask an ordinary mortal to guide them.

"Call the local land god to come out and help." Jin Chanzi thought of a new person and elected him.

The lantern on the gate of the Huasheng Temple was blown by the wind, and an old man with black gauze on his head, fluffy temple hair floating on his ears, and a beard flying around his cheeks came out from the ground with a twisted old bamboo cane.

The mortal monk, who was in a good mood last second, lost his smile on the spot. He watched the land god come out of the ground with cold eyes, and was about to salute them with his dim eyes.

From the corner of his eyes, Chen Wei saw Chang Guang coming this way with a lantern, avoided the land god on the spot, bowed and saluted, and strode towards Chang Guang.

The author has something to say: Jin Chanzi: Yin Wenjiao made the wrong payment with all her heart, and she feels it's not worth it for her.

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