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

Sun Wukong, who was even more incomprehensible than him, lingered on the red thread for a few seconds, then took off the golden cudgel on his shoulder, pointed at the red thread wrapped around his wrists, and looked at Xuanzang. : "Master, what is the matter with this red thread?"

"The one who kidnapped people." Xuanzang said calmly. Except for Chen Wei, the other two people standing in the Sutra Pavilion were looking at this Zhantan meritorious Buddha without a word.

Wukong's face was distorted and slightly deformed. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chen Wei's completely indifferent expression, "Chen Wei, do you also know the function of this rope?"

"I know, it's very easy to use." The person who spoke directly lifted the red line on his wrist, and chanted the mantra flexibly with his fingers.

The red thread disappeared from the eyes of the four present on the spot.

Like Xuanbao, the mortal monk showed the red thread again with his hands, and each end was tied to one wrist. He was only worried that the red thread would fall off when he was practicing yesterday.

Therefore, he directly untied the red thread of the slipknot tied on Xuanzang's wrist, and tied it into a tight knot, which would never fall off from his wrist due to actions or being practiced by him.

Not to mention, after he tied the knot like this, it became much easier for him to practice.

The mortal monk with a face full of taking it for granted looked at everyone present after speaking, the big apprentice's hairy face now looked like a bit of a toothache.

Looking at the male god Erlang in his mind, it seems that his expression is a bit strange.

After wandering around the faces of the two of them, Chen Wei moved his eyes to the face of Xuanzang who had exactly the same face as his own, raised his eyebrows and asked him in a low voice: "What did I say wrong?"

"It's Wukong who is rare and strange, open his mouth." Xuanzang calmly handed the candied haws to the other party's mouth.

"Woo." Chen Wei took a bite of the candied haws made of green plums. The slightly sweet and sour taste made people frown. He still didn't forget to return the candied haws to the other party: "I don't want it anymore, you can eat it yourself."

His teeth will go soft after eating this plum.

Xuanzang found his bulging cheeks very interesting, and he ate the candied haws in his hand without changing his face.

"It's a little sour." The person who said sour didn't even frown.

Chen Wei rolled his eyes at him, chewed the sour plum and swallowed it whole, and immediately went to find the teapot.

"There's no water. I'll go get a pot of hot water. Let's sit down and talk together." Chen Wei picked up the empty teapot in his hand, greeted them, and carried the teapot out of the door of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

As soon as he left, the atmosphere of the three standing in the Sutra Pavilion became weird.

Yang Jian came back to his senses first, "I see that the holy monk just now was full of Buddha's light and auspicious aura, but he didn't cultivate himself, and he heard the great sage calling him master, so what about this holy monk?"

Could it be that he lived in Guankou for too long and didn't pay attention to the news of the Heavenly Court? He didn't even hear the news that Monkey King helped Tang Monk go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, and he didn't even hear clearly whether it was one Tang Monk or two Tang Monks?

Erlang Zhenjun looked at the holy monk who was surrounded by sandalwood and the auspicious light in front of him. The one in front of him had already cultivated to the right fruit, and he must be the real Zhantan Gongde Buddha.

But who was that person who looked exactly the same just now and was called Master by the Great Sage?

"Poor monk Xuanzang, Chen Wei and I are one body without distinction." After Xuanzang finished speaking, he put down the teaching scriptures in his left hand and motioned them to sit down and chat.

Wukong quickly grabbed a futon and sat down. Across a long study table, he glared at Xuanzang, "Master, did you really tell Chen Wei the function of the red thread? You tied it to him. Is it the red thread of Tianxi God, or the red rope of Yuelao Temple?"

Zhan Tan Gongde Buddha, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, looked up at the monkey who had a lot to say with a blank expression: "You want to find fault with me after the golden hoop is removed?"

Xuanzang didn't have the slightest intention to answer his question, and with just one sentence, the monkey who had lived for hundreds of years was very angry.

He couldn't really hit him with his hands, so he could only hold the melon seeds in his arms and throw them into his mouth one by one, gritted his teeth and looked at the face that didn't show any extra expressions to others at any time, "Chen Wei If he knew that you tied his marriage with a rope, master, guess he would take the initiative to untie it."

In this regard, Xuanzang was not afraid of threats from his apprentices.

He would just cut off all the thoughts of that person before Chen Wei had any thoughts of untying the red line.

Sitting next to the master and apprentice, Yang Jian regretted that he couldn't stay in the good inn, so why did he follow him to the Huasheng Temple, and this kind of thing happened.

The Xiaotian dog squatting on the ground at the side sticks out its long tongue, looking eagerly at the door of the Tibetan scripture pavilion.

When the radiant figure walked in, he enthusiastically rubbed the back of Chen Wei's hand with the dog's head, and then moved away to let him walk into the Jing Pavilion.

"Here comes the tea." Chen Wei returned to the scripture storage pavilion with a teapot filled with hot water.

"Sit here." Xuanzang pulled away the cushion beside him, patted the cushion with one hand, and signaled him to sit down.

"Master, sit here." Wukong glanced lazily at Xuanzang, raised the corner of his mouth and moved the futon beside him, and raised his head to signal Chen Wei to sit by his side.

The person holding the teapot looked at the two masters and apprentices who were separated by a one-foot-wide table, put the teapot on the table first with a smile, and then sat down at the nearest one without choosing anyone. The location is also next to Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian.

After sitting down, he said, "I just went out to pour a pot of water, why are you arguing again?"

Xuanzang looked at the person sitting diagonally opposite, lifted the teapot on the table with a calm expression, poured tea for himself, Chen Wei, and Yang Jian, and skipped the apprentice's tea bowl.

"I didn't quarrel with your apprentice. It's because he was angry and ate too much food."

The monkey, who was holding melon seeds and kept throwing it into his mouth to suppress his anger, glared at the monk who was talking nonsense: "Monks don't tell lies. Master seems to have violated a lot of precepts in Huasheng Temple recently, which hinders his practice."

It is also tied to the marriage line, and it is full of lies to deceive people. This monk has always been really annoying.

The monk who violated the precepts calmly glanced at someone diagonally opposite, "I learned this from your Master Chen Wei."

The mortal monk who was shot inexplicably turned black. Seeing the two masters and apprentices who were about to fight at any time, he warmly suggested: "Why don't you go out and fight, and come back after calming down. Zhenjun Erlang and I can just be alone." Talk about those monsters."

"Need not."

"Need not."

Two voices in unison echoed in the sky above the Sutra Pavilion.

Chen Wei spread his hands helplessly and looked at the two people: "Then can we not quarrel now? Let's talk about something serious."

"You talk about the business first," Xuanzang said.

The other two people present also looked at Chen Wei, waiting for his next words.

Chen Wei, who had been thinking about how to deal with monsters these days, took a manuscript paper from the long table that the students hadn't taken away, brought a charcoal pencil over, and drew four horizontal and vertical lines on the paper.

"Look at this piece of paper. Now the Dragon King of Jinghe said that there are countless monsters coming to Chang'an, but where did these monsters come from? We learned from Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty in Nanzhan Buzhou all the way west to Xiniu Hezhou, the big monsters we met along the way were basically captured by Wukong, and there are many little monsters who escaped after we left or didn’t meet them.”

Chen Wei wrote the name, address, population, quantity, and four words in the four drawn grids on the paper, and made a simple form.

Then he tapped the three gods and Buddhas sitting in front of him with a charcoal pen, stared at the three with piercing eyes, and said with a smile: "Xuanzang lost his body after he became a Buddha. That's how I realized that your gods and Buddhas depend on all things. Thought power makes a living, so Erlang Zhenjun also enjoys a party of incense in Guankou, right?"

Yang Jian nodded: "I have six brothers from Meishan and [-] Caotou gods in Guankou, all of whom listen to my orders and receive the incense and incense of the people to ensure that the wind and rain will be smooth for thousands of miles around."

"I don't know if the monsters who came this time came from Xiniu Hezhou, or even Beiju Luzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou. I want to use this excuse to create a golden body for Xuanzang. The ten thousand copies of the Tripitaka say It is possible to persuade people to be kind, people can be kind, and so can demons. Capture all the monsters who come to Chang'an and want to eat my meat, register their names, addresses and the number of monsters under their command. The golden body of a Bodhisattva."

Chen Wei scribbled and corrected the paper while talking, and the person who quickly wrote the plan on the paper with a charcoal pencil continued: "Then each monster must leave a note to sign and draw, and we will use the entire statistics Get out the list and go to the field to investigate the situation, and if you find any monsters who are obedient and vicious, you will be physicalized."

"What if the monster doesn't agree to sign it?" Wukong, the second youngest besides Chen Wei, looked at the words written on the paper and suspected that his mortal monk was the scariest monster in the world.

No, no matter how terrifying the monster is, it didn't come up with such a cruel way.

They actually want all the monsters to choose places for them to build temples and sculpt golden bodies.

The gentle and kind-hearted mortal monk blinked his shining black eyes, and showed a bright smile: "So you have to make a form, and the monsters who enter Chang'an City must either accept physical supernatural powers and send them directly to the Netherland Realm, or sign the form and sign it. Register."

The person who thought he had a very good idea looked expectantly at the three gods and Buddhas in front of him after speaking; "What do you think of this idea?"

Xuanzang ate the candied haws with a normal expression, "It's pretty good." In the next period of time, the number of monsters in the nether world will increase dramatically.

Wukong was playing with the two-inch-long golden cudgel in his hand, and accidentally met Chen Wei's expectant eyes, for a moment he forgot how to say the rejection: "The idea is great."

After finishing speaking, the monkey, who didn't realize what he answered, looked up at the clay statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva directly in front of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, making a hollow appearance.

Both of them answered, and there was only one Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian who just joined today.

Yang Jian took the plan written on the paper, read it several times, sighed and looked up at Chen Wei: "The little holy monk has a bold idea, but it is worth a try. If it can really educate the four major This is a supreme merit."

The embarrassed person who was praised scratched his head, "I just think about it casually, it must be difficult to do it."

This is just a simple plan, and Chen Wei can't even imagine what it will look like when it is actually implemented.

The author has something to say: Xuanzang: He is so cute.

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