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

Chen Wei sent the person directly to the entrance of Huasheng Temple. After watching the figure leave, he realized that there seemed to be many people around him.

Looking around, countless monks with luggage in their arms, a change of clothes on their shoulders, and a crutch in their armpits stood quietly in a long line in front of the small gate of Huasheng Temple.

"These are guest monks who came to participate in the Water and Land Conference." Fazheng quietly walked behind him and reminded him warmly.

Chen Wei, who stood blankly at the door, looked at those pairs of fanatical eyes, and asked with some uncertainty: "The way they look at me, they must have misunderstood someone, right?"

How come there is a picture of fanatical fans chasing the scene.

"The portrait of the holy monk Xuanzang has been made into a portrait after he returned from the west. Nowadays, except for the remote areas, no one has seen the portrait of the holy monk. All monks know this face." Fazheng Explain, as the devil whispers.

Chen Wei silently took a step back and looked at Fazheng's calculating face: "Is it too late for me to pretend I didn't show up?"

Fazheng looked at the guest monk who had shifted direction and was about to come here in the distance, and smiled slightly: "I'm afraid it's too late, unless Mr. Chen is willing to teach them a lesson in the Sutra Pavilion."

Yesterday's six-hour course in the Sutra Pavilion completely stunned the group of monks who heard the news and were about to come to Huasheng Temple to talk about Buddhist scriptures and meditation with holy monks, and talk about the mysteries.

Now in Huasheng Temple, if anyone dares to say that he is willing to listen to the lectures of the holy monk, then this person must be a person who has been ordained on the top of the head, and is always determined to practice the Tao.

After all, the nine disciples personally selected by Fazheng all missed the morning class today, and even the temple spirits of Huasheng Temple couldn't bear that kind of study intensity.

Thinking of this, Fazheng looked at the person in front of him with the same face as the holy monk, and suggested, "Mr. Chen, may I ask the holy monk Xuanzang for mercy, how about reducing the daily class time by one hour?"

He was really worried that those people who hadn't learned Sanskrit would plan to return to secular life.

Chen Wei was taken aback, thinking of someone's crazy teaching time, nodded decisively, then shook his head: "I can't guarantee it, but I will tell him."

While the two were discussing, five unfamiliar faces had already come to them, clasped their hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, I have seen a holy monk in Diyong Temple."

"I still have something to do. If you want to talk about Buddhism, you can come to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion to find me." When an outsider came, Chen Wei directly put away the smile on his face, imitating Xuanzang's usual appearance, with his chin raised slightly and his face wide open. Looking at the few monks in front of him expressionlessly: "The poor monk will give lectures in the Buddhist scriptures Pavilion every morning and afternoon. Today's time is up, so I won't chat with you."

He stood on the steps of Huasheng Temple indifferently, looking down at the strange monks, without any joy or sorrow on his face, so that the monks of Diyong Temple did not dare to block his way for a while.

The monks with folded hands just watched the other party turn and leave.

Chen Wei didn't heave a sigh of relief until his whole body stepped into the gate of Huasheng Temple.

Lianhua Yuan didn't go back either, and took Hu Jiu and Bai Jian directly, one person and two beasts, to the Sutra Pavilion.

Chang Guang in the Sutra Pavilion was arranging the futons on the floor, and when they left last night, everyone was so tired that they didn't have time to tidy up the main hall.

There is no class today, Chang Guang came alone to clean up.

When the sound of footsteps came, Chang Guang was placing ten futons in a row of three on the ground and arranged them neatly.

As soon as the person outside the door was finished, he stepped in with the fox in his arms.

Chang Guang looked at the person who came, and after seeing the expressionless face, he took another look at the red fox in his arms.

The temple spirit who had lived for many, many years suddenly laughed.

Chen Wei pulled his reclining chair over, took a few scriptures along with him, just in time to hear his laughter, and looked around suspiciously.

"What are you laughing at?" He looked down at himself again, it's all right to wear good clothes.

Chang Guang rubbed the corners of his eyes that were laughing and crying, and pointed to his face: "I have been in Huasheng Temple for many years, and I never thought that one day I would feel frightened when I saw someone appearing. I saw your face just now. I thought it was the coming of the holy monk, but at that moment, what I thought in my heart was, if I knew it earlier, I would not have come to clean up these things.”

It's better to stay in the room with Shi Sang and rest.

Chen Wei: "... His teaching progress is really scary?" Why does he think it is not difficult?

As a temple spirit sitting in Huasheng Temple and watching the wind and clouds, Chang Guang nodded affirmatively: "It is terrible for ordinary people."

In this regard, Chen Wei looked up at the beam above the Sutra Pavilion, "It seems that the teaching time really needs to be improved."

Chang Guang packed up his things, saw that he was already holding the scriptures and looked at him, and looked at the posture that he probably would not leave today, so he went out and brought him a pot of hot tea, and two plates of fruits and melon seeds as yesterday, It's all in his hand.

In late spring, the Sutra Pavilion is located in the corner of Huasheng Temple. In the quiet and empty hall, there is only the sound of Chen Wei occasionally flipping the scriptures.

Two young monks holding their homework appeared at the door. After seeing that there were really people in the Sutra Pavilion, they stepped in and saluted Chen Wei: "Yushan, Yushui has seen the holy monk."

Those who read the scriptures looked up at the two figures in front of them. Hu Jiu, who was lying on the ground, had already sat up, looked at the two monks vigilantly, and remembered their identities. They were the ten monks who sat here yesterday. Students second.

Chen Wei also recognized them, put down the scriptures in his hands, looked at them, caught a glimpse of the homework they were holding in their hands, and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"We didn't quite understand what the holy monk taught yesterday, so we came here to ask for more advice—" Before Yushan finished speaking, he saw that the holy monk sitting on the recliner had already taken the homework in his hand past.

At the same time, he also recognized that the other party was not the holy monk who taught them, but the god who followed the holy monk every day and had the same face as the holy monk.

They didn't even know the name of this god. They only knew that he lived with the holy monk in the Lianhua courtyard. When the holy monk was in class, the other party would sit by the side, eat fruit and read the scriptures, and occasionally interrupt the holy monk's lecture. , Call people over to talk.

Yesterday they had a six-hour class, but it was the other party who stopped the teaching of the holy monk and let them go back.

The people in the chair didn't know what they were thinking. He took the student's half-written homework and looked down at it.

The scriptures brought back from the Western Paradise are made by Brahma, consisting of 47 letters. The book Xuanzang uses now is the Diamond Sutra that everyone can recite. The full text is [-] words, starting from phonetic analysis, not sentence analysis , the full analysis vocabulary.

Just when Yushan thought that the other party would not be able to answer, the person on the recliner habitually stretched out his hand: "Bring me the pen."

A charcoal pencil came into that hand, and soon the person on the reclining chair added "boundary" to a few unclear roots in the homework to make it into a word, and then used the word to express the relationship between the noun and the verb, In Sanskrit this is also called "karma."

After Chen Wei finished writing, he also took out his own stupid way of learning foreign languages, and wrote homonyms and related meanings behind the words that the students could not understand.

The homework book returned to Yushan, Yushan understood it after just a glance, looked at the god on the reclining chair with fiery eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Do immortals understand Sanskrit by nature?"

"Pfft——" Chen Wei laughed out loud, quickly shook his head and looked at the homework book handed to him by another student, and explained to them while looking down: "I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't have that kind of natural ability. , I learned it for a long time at the beginning.”

In order not to let outsiders know that he and Xuanzang are one body and two souls, everything the two of them know must be learned together.

If Xuanzang knew it, he would also know it, and if he knew it, Xuanzang would also have to learn it.

It took them more than ten years to go from the small Buddhist scripture pavilion in Jinshan Temple to the huge Buddhist scripture hall in Huasheng Temple. Will."

Before leaving Huasheng Temple, there were traces of his study on every scripture in the scripture pavilion.

Yushan and Yushui opened their mouths, and it took a long time to come back to their senses. Their admiring eyes fell on Chen Wei who was in front of him, and they insisted on calling him a fairy: "The words of the fairy have taught the disciples. We have daily necessities. With the help of the novice monk, even sitting in this hall to study, someone poured a cup of tea for us, and we lost the motivation to continue studying after only one day of studying like this, I am really sorry for the painstaking efforts of the holy monk."

The mortal monk blinked, thinking that Xuanzang might not have worked so hard, and that the other party was really in a bad mood yesterday.

After the two disciples left, Chen Wei just lay down and soon another student came, with red ears, holding his homework, and stepped into the Sutra Pavilion to inquire about the subject.

Xuanzang bought his own list and paid for it to be sent to Huasheng Temple. He came back early and showed his whereabouts by the red line on his wrist.

Follow the red line all the way to the Cangjing Pavilion.

In the Jing Pavilion, the disciples who were livid and unable to learn yesterday were all sitting in it, and the people around the chairs were in a happy atmosphere.

The disciple sitting at the back first noticed that his back was a little cold, so he casually glanced to the side.

The person who was shocked at this glance almost jumped up, quickly put away the smile on his face and secretly pulled the student sitting in front.

The originally bustling Sutra Pavilion became completely silent in an instant, only the movement of gnawing fruit during the day.

Chen Wei looked up at the figure coming from the backlight, and also saw the red line that appeared between the two of them.

The author has something to say: Student: I want to escape from the scene of jealousy quickly.

感谢在2021-04-2622:44:11~2021-04-2623:56:29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 cast the landmine: 1 curling autumn wind;

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