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

In the room, Chen Wei's mood swings were not lower than those of his beloved pet. He hugged the quilt on the bed and almost rolled himself into a spring roll, but it didn't drive away the inexplicable hotness in his heart.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, the person who was still trying to roll himself into a strip one second, shook off the quilt and lay flat with his eyes closed the next second.

The person who had just washed at the door turned around and closed the door, and then walked to the bed with the night pearl made by Chen Wei himself.

Xuanzang held the lampshade, looked at the person who was lying flat and pretended to be asleep, and bent over silently, the lampshade in his hand also lowered a few inches.

Yingying shimmering light shone on Chen Wei's face at close range, causing the person lying flat under the quilt to unconsciously grasp the quilt under him, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that he could even sense that Xuanzang was extremely close to him now, and the excessively close distance made people uncontrollably think of the picture on the roof.

Standing by the bed, Buddha carefully watched a silent performance. The performer didn't speak or open his eyes the whole time.

But those tightly closed eyelids keep turning, otherwise imagine how much the other party's mood fluctuates at the moment.

Xuanzang removed the lampshade, stood up straight again, took off his shoes in a good mood, and waited for the lamp to close the cover to block the last ray of light, then randomly lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.

As soon as he lay down, the person who was brainstorming immediately turned around pretending to be inadvertent, facing the wall and turning his back to Xuanzang.

In the darkness, Chen Wei stared at the dark wall, lying stiffly not daring to move.

A bed, a quilt, people who have never felt that there is anything wrong with it, suddenly feel it today.

The bed is too small, the quilt is too small, there are at least [-] rooms in Huasheng Temple, even in Lianhua Courtyard, there are many vacant rooms, Erlang Zhenjun and Wukong live next door.

Those rooms were vacant before they came, why hadn't he thought of moving next door?Why do you want to share the same bed with Xuanzang?

It seems that because of what Xuanzang said at the beginning, and then they lived together?

What did the other party say at that time?

Chen Wei stared at the wall, his staring eyes began to feel dry and uncomfortable, and he didn't realize why he suddenly agreed to this matter at that time.

Xuanzang, who was sleeping on the outside, lay there quietly, looking at the painted patterns of Buddhist scriptures above.

A pair of eyes can see without any obstacles in the dark, watching the contents of the painting inch by inch, from the color to the line to the content of the story.

Chen Wei fell asleep.

In the morning I gave lectures to Xuanzang at the Buddhist scriptures Pavilion, in the afternoon I went to meet those monsters on the banks of the Jing River, and when I came back I had to watch wild mandarin ducks and being satisfied. I fell asleep when I understood.

Xuanzang listened to the gradually steady breathing in his ears, and sincerely thanked the pair of wild mandarin ducks today.

After a while, the familiar figure automatically turned over because of habit, threw himself into Xuanzang's arms, hugged him as usual, and fell asleep drowsily with one leg on Xuanzang's waist.

The Buddha who had been waiting for a long time lifted the corner of his mouth briskly, and firmly locked the active person in his arms.

In the next few days, the two of them were still busy giving lectures in the ashram. In the morning, they went to the Sutra Pavilion to give lectures to ten disciples. The [-] monks and ordinary people sat together.

The mortal monk who was baptized by Amitabha Buddha every day spent half a month finally washing out the images on the roof of the Maitreya Hall in his mind.

The water and land conference was held on July 49th, and the monsters on the banks of the Jing River were also beaten on July 49th. Chen Wei devoted himself to learning spells and attending classes.

The people who were too busy to touch the ground waited to stop their work and glanced at each other, only to realize that there was only one day left for the Water and Land Conference to end.

Half of the monsters outside the city were killed by Wukong, Erlang Zhenjun, and Nezha, and the remaining half honestly wrote down their names, addresses, and the size of the mountain on the paper. How many golden statues are there in the temple, and how many years do they need to be built?

The group of monsters didn't come too much, probably because the monsters later discovered that there was no monk meat here, only three guys who beat people very painfully forced them to compete in martial arts, and the monsters who hadn't rushed to Chang'an City ran away on the spot.

Chen Wei couldn't take care of this matter for a while, so he could only tell Wukong and the others to ignore the escaped monsters, and when they finished their work in the future, they would go all the way to the four major continents to find them one by one.

The day before the end of the Land and Water Conference, Chen Wei was holding a bunch of registered monster records. He had just stepped into the gate of the Changsheng Temple when he bumped into a group of pilgrims coming out of the temple.

The person who didn't wear a hat on his head hugged the group of monsters on the spot, and walked up to the roof lightly.

Recently, he has been learning a spell every day, and in the afternoon he practiced with those monsters on the banks of the Jing River. He may not be able to beat monsters now, but he can use spells to go to the house to uncover tiles, and to fish in the river.

Holding the qunyaolu, big and small, one foot high, Chen Wei proudly stepped on the tiles and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

He is going to review the registration records of these monsters again, and make them into booklets by category.

Many of the monsters here wrote dog-crawling characters. They recognized it today, and then read it again in three days. Don’t say he didn’t know what they wrote. I’m afraid the monster himself couldn’t tell what he wrote.

Those who walked on the roof avoided the quiet Maitreya Hall without looking sideways, and turned directly to the Medicine Master Hall directly opposite. In front of the Medicine Master Hall stood four towering ancient trees, like the four vajra guards.

The lush green crown has a height of more than 30 meters. The person who jumped on the roof of the Hall of Pharmacists slipped under the green crown, and there was a sea of ​​green and velvety bamboos in front of him. The two roads looked familiar Standing face to face, holding hands, toe to toe in the hibiscus stage.

Chen Wei, who was holding the one-foot-tall Qun Yaolu, took back the steps he was about to take, and looked at the Xikuan courtyard two meters away in front of him speechlessly. As long as he crossed over and turned a corner, he would be the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

But below the height of these two meters is the familiar pair of wild mandarin ducks.

In the water and land ashram, Xuanzang closed the "Zhengfa Lunjing" in his hand, "That's all for today's teaching, let's go."

After he got up and left, the [-] monks present respectfully saw him off, then slowly got up and left.

The last remaining pilgrims also reluctantly left the dojo.

Xuanzang took off the brocade cassock on his shoulders and handed it to Chang Guang. He was wearing only a light monk's robe and walked along the red line to find someone.

When he saw that the position of the red line had not left the Huasheng Temple, and was going to a higher place, the Buddha, who was tired of reading scriptures for a day, quietly followed the red line to the pharmacist with four clouds high into the sky. in front of the temple.

When he saw the people squatting on the roof, Xuanzang glanced around lightly.

This time, he didn't need to go up to the roof, and he saw the pair of wild mandarin ducks that Chen Wei was talking about.

The person who jumped up to the roof walked up to Chen Wei with a normal expression, "Why are you squatting here?"

Chen Wei, who was squatting on the center line of the beam, couldn't resist hearing the voice behind him, and was so shocked that he almost shook the Qunyaolu he was holding in his arms.

After Kankan stabilized his body, he glared at the person who came: "Can you make some footsteps when you walk, it will scare people to death if they are scary."

"You were too focused to hear my footsteps."

After Xuanzang finished speaking, he walked up to him, bent his head and probed towards the direction he was looking at just now, looked over, and looked away with just one glance: "Are you moved again?"

The word "heartbeat" made the person who had finally forgotten that incident recall it on the spot, shook his head vigorously and nodded his chin, motioning him to look at the things in his arms: "I'm not heartbroken, I'm just passing by here. Saw them."

"Well, every time I pass by, I happen to meet wild mandarin ducks, and I just happen to have to watch here for a while." The speaker raised his hand and moved the one-foot-high group of demons to his hand, and continued: "Where are you going with these things?"

"The Sutra Pavilion." Chen Wei pointed to the Sutra Pavilion not far away, "I was just passing by, and I didn't look for them on purpose at all. Who knew that the pair of wild mandarin ducks couldn't get enough of each other in Maitreya Hall last time. Still coming to the Hall of Pharmacists and continuing like this, almost seventy-nine days have passed.”

When Xuanzang heard this, he lowered his head and looked down intently for a while, remembering that these two faces would indeed appear in the ashram every morning, and disappear in the afternoon, because they were busy being a couple in Huasheng Temple.

The Buddha, who recognized people clearly, looked away from the pair of gluey wild mandarin ducks and looked at Chen Wei. "I believe you, let's go, we won't disturb this pair of mandarin ducks."

Xuanzang held those demon records in one hand, and pulled the people with the other, skipping the rest of the route with one leap, and the two of them went directly to the door of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Pushing open the door with one hand, he put the demon record in his hand on his usual table, raised his eyes and asked, "What do you plan to do with these things?"

When it came to business, Chen Wei quickly put the matter behind him, walked around the table and sat side by side with him, opened a book of monsters and showed him what was written in it: "I want to write all these Count again, many of the handwriting in it are illegible, and they are transcribed while they are still recognizable, and made into a booklet."

Xuanzang looked at the monster registration book that looked like a ghostly talisman, nodded knowingly, picked up another one, and spread it on his desk: "I'll help you do it together."

"Okay." When someone offered help, Chen Wei naturally wouldn't refuse.

And the other party no longer mentioned the wild mandarin duck incident just now, which made Chen Wei a lot easier.

Two people sat in the hall, one copied, and the other first distributed the monsters in the hall according to their height and size, and then began to write.

This busy, until late at night.

After copying the two copies, Xuanzang let go of his pen and ink, put aside the last page of the booklet in his hand, and turned to look at the person beside him who was engrossed in doing things.

After looking carefully for a while, he got up and walked out the door. After a while, Hu Jiu appeared at the door with a food box in his hand. Xuanzang took the food box and closed the door of the Sutra Pavilion again.

"Eat something before you cook."

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