[comprehensive] superior skills

It is said that the master and apprentice of the Tang monk listened to the advice of the old man to avoid the pain of abortion, and after many hardships and twists and turns for several years, they finally reached a red mountain full of scorched earth and no grass.

"Don't go, don't go!"

The red sun in the sky scorched Zhu Bajie, who was almost barely naked on the road, and sat on the ground angrily, and was scalded by the hot sand and stones in an instant, "Go a few more steps, my old pig's body The fat is going to be roasted!"

Sun Wukong wanted to beat him when he heard this, "You are a lazy swineherd who has never even carried a burden, and Brother Sha didn't complain, so why do you?"

"Wukong, don't scold him."

Monk Tang wiped the sweat dripping down the monk's hat, and said weakly: "It's really difficult here, and it happens that the teacher also feels hungry, so it's better to go to the believer's house to have some fast food and take the opportunity to rest for a while."

"Master, slow down."

Sun Wukong invited the dizzy Monk Tang to sit under the white dragon horse, and set up a small awning for him with a bedding to shade him.

The sweaty Drifting Monk shook the light water altar, and carefully poured the palm-deep clean water from the bottom of the altar into the bowl, "Master, drink some water."

Monk Tang only moistened his chapped lips and pushed the porcelain bowl away, "I'm not thirsty for the teacher, so you can share it."

"Master doesn't drink it, but I, an old pig!"

Zhu Bajie snatched the bowl and licked the bottom clean, "Brother Monkey, why don't you hurry up and ask for alms, didn't you hear Master shouting that you are hungry? Don't forget to bring the water jar, or Master is so tender and tender that you can go away." Get out of this big stove."

"Drink! Let's make noise again, be careful that my old grandson beats you!"

Sun Wukong ignored him, and only asked Drifting to take care of his master, so that he would not fall into the trick of others to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

Carrying the water altar on his back and riding the clouds, Sun Wukong only walked ten miles and saw many local people in strange clothes, pushing carts and carrying baskets, walking together with smiles on their faces.

Taking a closer look, the children sitting on the shaft of the car were actually holding a crystal clear popsicle and licking it, and from time to time, they raised their hands and gave it to the mouths of the elders at home.

"It's weird!"

The puzzled Great Sage scratched his ears, "Could it be that there is a cold dragon here besides the fire dragon, or how can ordinary people get ice!"

Since he had doubts in his heart, he pressed his cloud head and looked for the way the pedestrian came from just now.

After walking for more than ten miles, I met a group of people walking with heavy loads, but they all said sadly and sadly.

He jumped down from the cloud with a whoosh, "Why do you look like this, but let that madman bully you?"

The people on the ground were walking dejectedly, but when they saw the face of Lei Gong falling from the sky, they were frightened and trembled into chaff, lost their minds.

The leading man repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Grandpa, spare your life, grandpa, spare your life!"

"Who wants to kill you?"

Sun Wukong stepped forward and yelled: "Why didn't my old grandson answer the question? If what I said was reasonable, let me do justice for the heavens, so that you can escape!"

"Grandpa, grandpa, the little ones are suffering!"

The leading man was stunned when he heard this, and then wept loudly: "We were hunters in the mountains, but because we offended a Taoist who passed by, we were locked up here as coolies. The little ones begged him for mercy, We just want to let us go home to visit our parents, so that we can know how long we will live to fulfill our duty as sons of man. Who knows, that Taoist said that he would not let us go back unless one day our small sincerity would move the heavens and make green shoots grow from this thousand miles of terracotta soil. Township!"

"What a hateful thief!"

Sun Wukong bared his teeth and scolded angrily: "He is not under guard, why don't you run away by yourself?"

The man hastily opened his worn trousers, "Grandpa doesn't know something, the Taoist priest used some kind of magic to lock an iron chain on our ankles, as long as anyone dares to go out within a radius of ten miles, there will be thunder gods descending immediately." penalty!"

The slave next to him also complained and said: "Besides, that Taoist is used to pretending to be merciful, and just relying on a little favor to buy all the people around him into eyeliners. As long as he is a little lazy, someone will come up and scold him. If things go on like this, we dare not think about it." fled privately."

Monkey King took a closer look, but saw that there was a silver hoop on the feet of these dozens of people, and a line of small characters were densely engraved on it.

"'Do not disobey parents and teachers', 'Do not kill or massacre', 'Do not rebel against the king', 'Do not promiscuously mess with your own flesh and blood'..."

I couldn't help touching the golden hoop on the top of my head, and Sun Wukong sneered before he finished reading, "What a good-looking demon monk, let my grandson meet him for a while!"

He drove two or three li further, only to see a piece of greenery suddenly popping up in the middle of the mountain, and a huge manor house was surrounded by a high wall, and the tangy fruit could be smelled from a distance. fragrant.

Sun Wukong fell to the ground and turned into a kind-faced monk, approaching the door buckle and shouting: "The almsgiver is polite, the poor monk is a monk who traveled far away, today he passed by a treasure land, and he came here to ask for a bowl of water."

He only called once, and a young Taoist boy with bushy eyebrows and big eyes who was full of energy opened the door, "It's rare that the elders are destined to come here, so there's no reason why you can't get in through the door. Please come with me."

After entering the door, Sun Wukong only felt that the whole body was surrounded by a cool air, and the heat disappeared completely. Wherever he looked, there were flowers and fruits, and it was like two worlds with the outside world.

All the way through the green corridor covered with flowers and vines, Xiao Daotong led the guests to the hall of the main room, "Please wait a moment, the elder, I will go and ask the master to come out."

As soon as Tong'er left, Monkey King picked up the teapot and sniffed it. Seeing that there was no strange smell, he took a few sips and filled his mouth with the grape honeydew melon that was on the table for guests.

"This fruit is very sweet. After I conquer that tricky old man, I will bring some to the master and that idiot Bajie to try."

With his paws down, he only ate half of the refreshment melons and fruits in the fruit plate, until he heard the footsteps of people coming from behind to cover up the mess on the plate.

The Monkey King who didn't know that he had already exposed his secrets, lowered his eyebrows and pretended to be a good person, was sitting upright, only to hear the owner of the villa come to him and saluted with a smile, "I don't know if a distinguished guest comes, and the poor are far away to welcome you. Please forgive me, forgive me!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Monkey King raised his head and exclaimed in surprise: "Child, why is it you again?!"

"Pindao didn't expect to see Grandpa Dasheng again in this life."

Song Ci sat with him with a smile, "I don't know how the great sage came to the boundary of the Flame Mountain?"

"Flame Mountain?"

Sun Wukong, who couldn't bear his temper for a long time, simply turned back into a monkey, "The strange way is so hot, it turns out that the ground is already on fire. I haven't asked you yet, why did you arrest some Orion as slaves and not let them go home?"

"Hey, the great sage thinks I like to take care of this shit?"

Song Ci smiled wryly and shook his head, "That day after I broke up with the Great Sage Master and Disciple, I was afraid that the True Immortal Ruyi would get wind of provocations, so I took my disciple Chengfeng and left the daughter's country early. He was intercepted by a group of bandits. The poor Taoist saw that they were just like slaughtering pigs and sheep. He couldn't bear to see the innocent merchants being victimized, so he detained them and left the cottage that had been entrenched for many years. He only wanted to let them go if they changed their ways one day. It is a merit and virtue for people to go back to their hometown.”

"What a cunning thief! How dare you deceive my grandson!"

Sun Wukong patted the dishes in a fit of anger, "I thought you were an evil priest from somewhere, and you wanted to come to this village to seek your bad luck!"

"Don't worry about it, the great sage. These bandits are used to quibbling. When Pindao first came here to settle down, he also met many kind and simple people who came to call for grievances on their behalf."

Speaking of this, Song Ci changed the subject, "Since the Great Sage is here, presumably Elder Tang is not far away from these high disciples?"

"You kid is smart!"

Sun Wukong grabbed the fruit and stuffed it into his arms, "My master couldn't stand the heat, so he stopped in front and waited for me to ask for alms."

Song Ci hurriedly stopped him, "Since that's the case, why don't you let Xiaodao invite some elders to the humble house to rest for a few days before looking for a way out?"

"Never mind."

Monkey King hurried out, "I'm going to welcome Master right now."

Song Ci arched his hands, "Please also ask the Great Sage to take a step ahead, Xiaodao will come later."

Seeing the impatient monkey go somersaulting, Song Ci called Li Zi to lead the camels raised in the village, and brought a lot of cold drinks and fruits to quench his thirst, and then he followed closely to meet the master and apprentice who were walking slowly. four people.

With the care of the master, the rest of the journey was much more comfortable.

Monk Tang, who was on the brink of heatstroke, sat on his hunchback under an umbrella, holding a glass of cold fruit juice to quench his thirst.

Not to mention his second apprentice, who is used to eating more and taking more, his arms full of honeydew and dates rolled to the ground before they could be stuffed into his mouth.

The Drifting Monk, who does not need to work hard, naturally rides the camel steadily, admiring the wonders of thousands of miles of red land, and reminiscing about the past with the little Taoist priest who is not far behind.

The remaining white dragon horse was held by the plum, and it was still chewing on the crisp and raw melon.

After the group of people entered the Zhuangzi chatting and laughing, Song Ci took Monk Tang's hand and invited him into the seat, "The elder is not in a hurry to leave this time, but he has to live in my Zhuangzi for a few years!"

"The crown prince is so kind, the poor monk is ashamed to accept it."

Now Monk Tang, who didn't break a sweat, turned into that handsome and handsome monk again, "It's just that my three apprentices and I are determined to go west to seek the scriptures, how can we give up halfway?"

"Hey, Elder, I'm afraid you have to stay if you don't stay this time."

Song Ci filled the tea for him, "At first, Xiaodao just wanted to hang around here for a few days, but he couldn't leave after staying here."

Sun Wukong wondered: "Oh? But what kind of monster forced you to stay here?"

"The Great Sage was joking."

Song Ci raised his finger and pointed to the green plants outside the hall, "If there are any monsters, how can it be Pindao's turn to live in the villa? However, the reason here is related to the Great Sage."

"I see!"

Zhu Bajie swallowed half a bowl of cream ice cream with a snort, "My senior brother must have brought in some goddamn enemy to drag you down!"

"Go! Stop talking nonsense!"

Sun Wukong changed his mind, "My old grandson has never heard that there is any suffering master waiting for me in this Flaming Mountain!"

"Why not?"

Song Ci smiled and said, "Does the Great Sage still remember the Ruyi Immortal? He is only the uncle of the Holy Infant King and he hates you so much. What if he is his mother?"

Monkey King was startled when he heard the words, "You mean, the old cow's wife lives here?"

"Exactly."

Song Ci sighed, "Thanks to the kindness of Princess Iron Fan in the Banana Cave of Cuiyun Mountain, the people here have invited out the magic treasure plantain fan to extinguish the sky fire of the Huoyan Mountain, so that they can get one in ten years. They just respected Xiaodao when Xiaodao first came. I begged once, and after careful calculation, I still have five years to get it!"

"Ah, it will take another five years to cross the mountain?"

When Tang Seng heard it, he was in a state of confusion, "Apprentice, what should I do?"

"Master, don't be afraid!"

Sun Wukong comforted softly: "I think my old grandson and the bull demon king are also friends of eight worshippers, and his child is now going to the Bodhisattva to be a good fortune boy. It’s on me! I’m going to ask my sister-in-law early tomorrow morning, and I’ll borrow that plantain fan to put out the mountain fire!”

The little calculations in Zhu Bajie's heart were crackling, "Brother Hou is right, his face is as big as the sky, who would dare to refuse his request! Even if Princess Iron Fan refuses to agree, the most we can do is to trouble the Taoist priest." It will be over in a few days. Anyway, I worked hard day and night in the early years, and the Buddha must understand Master's difficulties."

Sand Monk couldn't bear to see his master worry, so he also came to persuade him, "One day in the sky and one year in the earth, our journey this way is only a nap for the true god. Don't rush, don't rush."

The apprentices talked all kinds of things, and Monk Tang finally smiled a little. He also knew that he could do nothing but make trouble, so he had to go back to his room and read a few more scriptures in a muffled voice, so as to get the blessing of gods and Buddhas to tide over the difficulties as soon as possible.

Fearing that the master might be worried, Sun Wukong rushed to Cuiyun Mountain early in the morning without even having a fast meal.

Knowing that this hard-talking monkey grandson will definitely not get any good results, Zhu Bajie, who is looking forward to seeing him make a fool of himself, also rides the clouds far behind, seeing him entering the cave, he hastily hid at the foot of the mountain.

Sure enough, within a short while, a heroine with a Qingfeng sword rushed out of the hole. She didn't even finish cutting Sun Houzi with more than a dozen swords.

The pig Bajie happily flew back to Zhuangzi, waited until Monk Tang came to him, and said with a sad face: "Master, let's go back, brother, he went on the road alone to learn scriptures."

"Second senior brother, what are you talking about?"

Drifting asked: "The master is here, and the certificate of customs clearance is here. How can the elder brother get the scriptures alone?"

"Brother Monkey's sister-in-law kindly sent him there!"

Zhu Bajie clapped his hands shyly, "In the blink of an eye, Brother Monkey flew in front of the Buddha, isn't this God's will!"

Monk Tang felt dizzy when he heard this, "Wu Neng, Wu Jing, hurry up, get my cassock quickly, as a teacher, I have to go to worship the owner of the precious fan!"

"Master, you can't do it!"

Zhu Bajie was almost terrified, "The iron fan princess is extremely fierce, and he cut Brother Hou a dozen swords as soon as we met. If it falls on Master, he will be defeated!"

"As a teacher, I have made up my mind!"

Monk Tang pushed his apprentice away and struggled to go to the wing room, "The poor monk can't help you, go and get it yourself!"

As soon as this heavy sentence came out, the two apprentices didn't dare to stop them anymore, so they had to wait for the master to finish dressing up, and then went to say goodbye to the owner who was still tending the fruit seedlings.

"Elder Tang insists on this, Xiaodao has nothing to say."

Song Ci washed the sand on his hands along the water poured from the plums, "There is a treasure in Xiaodao, which may benefit the elder. If the elder can't ask for the treasure fan, just give it with peace of mind. If not, you can return it to the village. Keep it for five years."

"Thank you, Prince Wu!"

Monk Tang chanted, "If my great apprentice Wukong is found, I just ask the Taoist priest to help me keep him, and don't let him and Princess Iron Fan have any further enmity."

Song Ci responded repeatedly, and ordered Li Zi to hand over a rectangular flat box in the Baibao Pavilion to the master and apprentice of the Buddhist scriptures.

Waiting for the most stable Drifting Monk to put his treasure in his hands, he and Ba Jie set up the master, one on the left and one on the right, soaring into the clouds and flying towards the Bajiao Cave.

The little monster in the cave had warned Sun Wukong to make a fuss in advance, and when he saw Monk Tang and his disciples coming together, he immediately reported to the cave master, thinking that the three of them were just looking for trouble again.

"Amitabha, good is good."

The Tang monk raised his hands and saluted: "The female benefactor is polite! The poor monk is Master Xuanzang, the younger brother of the Emperor Tang in the East. He was ordered to go to the Great Leiyin Temple in Tianzhu in the West to seek the scriptures. Now he passes by the treasure land..."

"I don't care where you come from, monk!"

Raksha girl raised her eyebrows, and sneered again and again: "If someone else asks for the precious fan, I will give it up to him as long as you offer Qi Huahong as a gift! Today is your turn, even if you take Xitian and me, there is absolutely no way! "

"You are so rude!"

Zhu Bajie kept yelling: "It was the monkey grandson who killed your son, you just leave him here and let us pass by! What's the point of overturning a boat of people with a pole!"

"What's the point of harming his son first and then begging his mother!"

Every time the Rakshasa girl thought of the child she could not meet, her heart ached, "I would like to ask this eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty, if someone kills your two apprentices and then befriends you, would you agree or not?" Not allowed?!"

"Amitabha."

Monk Tang said dumbly: "If that's the case, the poor monk doesn't know what to do..."

Seeing that he kept silent, the Rakshasa snorted coldly, "It's not difficult for me to answer you, as long as you let me meet that poor child again, let alone a fan, you just give me the plantain cave." So what the hell!"

"You want to see your son, why don't you go to Bodhisattva!"

Zhu Bajie dragged his master away, "You are a force to do, why don't you just give us a fan and fan us all the way to the west!"

"Second senior brother, be safe and don't be impatient!"

Drifting took out the flat box from his pocket, "Master, this thing..."

"Oh, don't mention it again."

Monk Tang covered his face with his sleeves, and said shamelessly: "It's a big deal, you and I, master and apprentice, just bypass this place..."

"Go around?!"

Rakshasa girl looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "This Flaming Mountain is [-] miles long, and the sky is full of flames. I want to see how you, master and disciple, make a detour!"

As soon as her words fell, the flat box held in Drifting's hand suddenly heard a light and pleasant sound of music, followed by a clear and soft child's voice, "Where is this magic weapon?" , as long as I stand in front of me, can I see my mother?"

I don't know what the people around the child said, but the child asked again and again: "Mother, mother, have you seen the child?"

"My son!"

Rakshasa let out a cry of grief and was about to grab it, but Zhu Bajie stopped her in front of her, "Just now you said that as long as you can see your parents and children, you will borrow the precious fan. Now if you dare to go back on your word, my old pig smashed the wooden fan Let's take the box and break it up!"

"Uncle, please forgive me!"

Rakshasa hurriedly begged for mercy: "Let me see him, and then I'll accept the punishment and accept the punishment!"

Monk Tang sighed sadly when he saw this, "Wu Neng, quickly hand over the box to the benefactor!"

Zhu Bajie reluctantly put his hand away, "Brother Hou is not here, what if she repents?"

Rakshasa carefully opened the lid of the box, only to see her baby, the Holy Infant King, talking, joking and playing around in a magic treasure that was only one inch in size.

Seeing Ai'er's voice and smile again, Rakshasa girl felt that her loving mother's heart was crushed, she took out the plantain fan hidden in her mouth while wiping her tears, "Elder Tang, hurry up and cross the mountain with your apprentice."

Monk Tang was about to take the fan, but he heard an angry shout from the sky, "Don't kill my master!"

Sun Wukong, who borrowed Fengfeng Pill from the Bodhisattva, jumped off the cloud and scolded angrily: "My master is a compassionate person who wholeheartedly saves all sentient beings, and he has never had any grudges with you. How can you bear to harm him!"

"Wukong, don't do it."

Monk Tang took a step forward to stand in front of the stubborn man, "The benefactor has agreed to lend me a precious fan!"

"that is!"

Zhu Bajie also couldn't see Sun Houzi's ignorant appearance, "You don't come back sooner or later, and you wait for Master to ask for a plantain fan before showing up. You really know how to take credit for it!"

"Eldest brother, everything that Master said is true!"

Drifting led him to look at the treasure held by the Raksha girl, "Princess Iron Fan is willing to send you and my senior brother across the mountain in order to see my beloved son."

After hearing these words, Sun Wukong thought that Rakshasa was playing tricks again, and he believed it when he extinguished the mountain fire and attracted rain according to the formula.

Simply put, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven is not a person who does not believe his words. Later, when he returned the precious fan, he made an agreement with the Rakshasa girl. He will ask the Bodhisattva to allow his mother and child to meet each other when the four masters and disciples return from the scriptures in the future. The feeling of licking the calf.

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