[comprehensive] superior skills

But it was said that thanks to Princess Iron Fan and the plantain fan to extinguish the mountain fire that day, the Tang monk, master and apprentice were able to continue westward.

With such a golden opportunity, Song Ci didn't intend to dry the raisins for a lifetime with his little apprentice, and hurriedly sent the unnamed manor planted with more than a hundred kinds of rare green plants to the local people, and went with the Buddhist scriptures who were happy to go on the road.

Because of the many good relationships that he had formed before, Monk Tang is also very pleased that there is such a pure human being who can speak intimately on the road.

Needless to say, his apprentices, the master often rescued one and helped the other on the way. In the end, the goblin caught them and stewed the meat. Now it is easy to change to someone who knows the basics.

Besides, Song Ci didn't just hitchhike empty-handed, and naturally took on the daily tasks of their master and apprentice.

On the contrary, Monk Tang thought that monks should not be too extravagant, and would not allow his apprentices to eat the meals of Prince Wu unless they encountered barren mountains and wild mountains with nowhere to turn for help.

Even if this is the case, it is better than sleeping in the open air in the early years. The three brothers naturally have no reason why they should not.

The journey went smoothly for several years, and the only person in this exceptionally harmonious westward team who was not at ease was Li Zi.

He is greedy, and he used to follow the master no matter where he went, there is no shortage of food, but now he can't eat meat in front of the monk, but this half-child who is growing up is suffering.

Song Ci felt sorry for his apprentice, so he had to find out some dried meat the size of a fingernail and put it in his purse with him. Every day when he was alone, he walked a little farther to eat a few to satisfy his appetite, so as to avoid lack of nutrition that would delay his growth.

In summer, three people and four monsters came to a secluded valley with gurgling clear water, and before the master told him to rest, Zhu Bajie threw off his clothes and trousers and jumped into the pool water, "It's so hot to death, Daoist Wu Mo Be stingy, and quickly bring your frozen fruit to eat!"

Song Ci smiled and nodded, "Elder Zhu, don't worry, that's all."

She took out a mat-sized tray from her purse and handed it to Li Zi, "Hurry up and use some fruits to serve Elder Tang."

Li Zi responded with a crisp voice, and respectfully placed it on the beach rock in front of Monk Tang, "Please enjoy it, elder."

"Mr. Lao Lao."

Monk Tang thanked him, and beckoned his disciples to come under the shade of the tree to cool off the heat, "Wujing, put down your luggage quickly, and come to Master to rest for a while."

"Master is not partial!"

Zhu Bajie stared straight at the cold drink full of melons and fruits, and struggled to rush to the shore, "I, the old pig, did not lose half of my effort in serving Master on weekdays, but now it's easy to think of it, but I don't care about it. share!"

"You're still rapping!"

Sun Wukong picked up stones and threw them at him, forbidding him to come to the shore, "Master was tired all the way, and at least he came across a clear spring and asked Master to scrub it first, but you just jumped in and polluted the water! Now you have the face to ask for an explanation!"

"Why did I pollute the spring water!"

Zhu Bajie dodged from left to right but couldn't avoid the few small stones, so he quibbled and said, "You, Bi Mawen, are still illiterate. Didn't you see the words Zhuogou Spring written on the stone tablet? Where did the dirt come from!"

"Wukong, please spare him this time."

At the critical moment, the good old Monk Tang came out to lobby again, "In the past, the three of you brothers and sisters served the teacher and went west, and each had its own hardships. Today, let the teacher do his best for you, and go to the bowl for a meal."

As he spoke, he took out the golden bowl, and he couldn't wait for a moment.

"Master is used to joking!"

Zhu Bajie stuffed fruit into his mouth, winked and teased: "Your bowl is not as big as my palm, even if you ask for some leftover rice, who will eat it?"

"Go, stay aside!"

Sun Wukong stepped forward to persuade him: "My grandson knows what Master wants, but the apprentices who don't know where they live are not around, so what should I do if I encounter bad people who make things difficult for Master?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk has made up his mind."

Ordinarily, Monk Tang's steamed stuffed face would not have much momentum even if he put on a straight face, but a few disciples just accepted this trick, so they had to agree to this matter with a lot of heart and soul.

Seeing this, Song Ci put on his backpack with a smile on his back, "Elder Tang, it happens that Poor Dao feels tired from sitting in the car all the way, so why not go with you, so as to find out what the nearby people are useful for."

Seeing that the little Taoist priest is willing to go to a few apprentices with him, he is relieved. As long as he is not a long-standing old demon, with this person's means, he can protect the master well.

Although Monk Tang wanted to express his friendship, he couldn't stop the Taoist priest from doing good, so he had to reluctantly accept the matter.

The two left the main force and walked upstream along the spring, and not too far away, they saw a huge manor house with smoke and fire, and it looked like a rare wealthy family.

Monk Tang cleared his throat and called to open the concierge. He thought it must be the man who was the housekeeper and nurse, but in the blink of an eye, a bunch of pretty girls with handsome looks and cool clothes came out.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

At this time, Monk Tang regretted seven or eight hundred times in his heart, but he had let go of his bold words, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "You female Bodhisattvas are polite. The poor monk is from the Eastern Tang Dynasty..."

As soon as his classic opening remarks came out, the seven young ladies who had originally planned to deal with the matter immediately asked again and again: "Are you the monk from the Tang Dynasty who went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures?"

Monk Tang felt that there was a connection, so he responded with a smile: "It's the poor monk. I don't know if the female Bodhisattva's house has some food for me?"

The lady at the head smiled coquettishly when she heard the words: "Sisters, what are you waiting for, quickly invite this monk from the Tang Dynasty into the village to serve him well!"

Following an order, the other six ladies also rushed up to clamp their arms and legs around their necks, and hugged Monk Tang, who was unable to break free, into the room.

Seeing this battle, Song Ci didn't understand what was going on, he must have met the female goblins who were robbing marriage or meat again, and they were about to slip away while they were holding Monk Tang under control.

"Taoist over there, stand still!"

It was still the leading lady, she looked suspiciously at the boy who was fleeing in the chaos, "Are you on the same side as this monk?"

"how can that be possible!"

Song Ci hastily bowed, "Don't you, the benefactor, hear that monks and Taoists are enemies, as the saying goes, 'One monk has water to drink, but the other monk has no water to drink.' Xiaodao and that monk just happened to be on the same road!"

She was racking her brains to quibble, but she heard Monk Tang, who was being dragged away, shouted at the top of his voice: "Wu Daochang, quickly call Wukong to rescue me!"

"I'll take the back of your head off!"

Song Ci, who secretly thought something was wrong, twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Cough, this monk may have been frightened for a while and went crazy, talking nonsense!"

"Whether he tells the truth or lies, there is always a fast meal for the Taoist priest in the village."

The eldest lady sneered again and again: "Let's invite the Taoist priest to enter the village together!"

This time Song Ci could only smile wryly, "In that case, I would like to thank the benefactor for her kindness."

A pair of fellow sufferers were forced to enter the hall, only to see a row of nimble little monsters rushing in with food in their hands, a table full of wine bowls and tea trays.

The alluring female goblin cooed coquettishly: "Elder Tang, please use it!"

When Monk Tang saw that the dishes were full of forest insects and monsters with complete limbs, some of them were still kicking around, he hurriedly avoided and said: "No, no. The poor monk has been ordained for many years, and he really can't touch the smell of mutton!"

"Our sisters have eaten these foods since they were born, why can't they be eaten?"

One of the young ladies suddenly became unhappy, "It's not good for you to come to ask for food, but you intend to play tricks on our sisters?"

"The poor monk has no such intentions!"

When a scholar met a soldier, he couldn't tell the north, south, east, west, and north, let alone a face-faced person like Monk Tang, so he had to beg for forgiveness repeatedly: "Don't dare to bother the female Bodhisattva, please let me go back!"

"Hmph, you can come and go as you want, do you really think my home is that mountain tea house?!"

The female fairy pointed a little bit, "There are monks who don't eat, and Taoists. I have to tell you to eat all the food today!"

"Wu Daochang, what should I do!"

Monk Tang tugged at the sleeves of the people around him, and begged in a low voice: "If the poor monk breaks the precept of meat, how can the Buddha be willing to give the scriptures when he arrives in the West Heaven!"

Song Ci twitched his mouth when he heard this, "I said Elder Tang, don't worry about how the Buddha blamed him, let's get through today for now."

She sighed first, then took a closer look at the worms on the table, picked up a plate of fried food that was most similar to the cicada monkey and said with a smile: "Although the banquet of the benefactor is good, it is missing one of the best things." ingredients!"

The female goblin frowned and said: "These wild animals are born to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, the most nourishing, what is there to lack?"

Song Ci took out a bottle of enhanced five-spice powder from his backpack, "The thing in Xiaodao's hands is the best spice cultivated from the terracotta soil of the Flame Mountain. When Xiaodao used the sky fire to refine this thing, he was the beloved wife of the Bull Demon King, Princess Iron Fan. I have contributed."

As she spoke, she leaned over and scatter some powder on the plate, "If the benefactor doesn't believe it, why not try this food with spices, will it add a lot of color?"

The seven female elves discussed in whispers for a while, not afraid of what the two powerless monks might do, so the older sister took the lead in tasting, "Hey, there is indeed a strange fragrance!"

The rest of the younger sisters also said with a smile after tasting it one after another: "It must be more delicious to eat Tang Monk meat now!"

Seeing that they were eating smoothly, Song Ci hurriedly offered a glass bottle, "Since the benefactor is willing to accept Xiaodao's gift, please let me go down the mountain because of this little incense!"

"It's not difficult to let you go, but we have to wait until our sisters have eaten Tang Monk meat!"

The smallest goblin was fiddling with the crystal clear colorful bottle, "Sisters, it's too late to let the news go, let's take a bath and change clothes quickly so that we can steam this Tang Monk meat while it's fresh!"

The rest of the goblins also followed suit and called for a group of little goblins to tie up the troubled monks tightly and throw them into the firewood room at the back, then ran to the front stove to clean up the big steamer, and waited for Zhuang The master came to make a fire and cook.

The little demon who guarded the gate outside was drowsy from the sun, and Monk Tang, who was tied up inside, lay motionless on the straw pile and wept silently, "Oh, how can this be good, I don't know Wukong and Bajie They still have time to rescue you and me."

Instead of standing next to the bound Song Ci, he glanced helplessly at the soft bun who only knew how to cry and wipe away his tears. He shook his shoulders from side to side, shrank his body, and escaped from the rope. seal.

"Elder Tang, don't disturb the monsters outside!"

Song Ci whispered a word in his ear, and waited for the flushed Monk Tang to nod before he got into the straw pile and quietly opened a hole the size of a dog's hole next to the wall.

"I have wronged the elder."

Song Ci climbed out short and dragged Monk Tang, who didn't even dare to hum, into his hands with a rope, picked up the man on his back, and ran towards the station.

Before they approached from a distance, the two heard the sound of fighting coming from the front, interspersed with a few shouts.

When I came to the front, I saw that it was the seven female monsters fighting with the three brothers.

Hearing the movement, Sun Wukong suddenly pulled back to meet him, "Master, why did you become so embarrassed after not seeing you for a while!"

Monk Tang, who was out of breath, burst into tears before he could speak, "Wukong, as a teacher... I almost won't see you..."

Song Ci, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, quickly added, "Great Sage, I went to the Zhuangzi in front of me to beg for alms with the holy monk, but I didn't expect to meet seven beautiful goblins, and they even said that they would use the elders to steam meat for food!"

Sun Wukong couldn't hold back his anger when he heard this, and rushed into the battle ring with his stick, "What a vicious goblin! You want to eat my master, but you also falsely accuse my younger brother of polluting the pool water you bathe in, and you are arguing endlessly here! I was afraid that my old grandson would recite too many Buddhist scriptures and become a Buddha-mind, so he wanted to give me a try! I will fulfill you today, just wait and see!"

This stick was self-supporting of Tianwei, and Pepier beat the spider spirit who was about to dance belly dance and spin silk into a meat paste.

Seeing that the mixed blood was about to float down the river, Song Ci hurriedly put down Monk Tang and ran to the last orifice, and put the soup spring transformed by the golden crow into the pot.

She was busy collecting soup springs here, and the Tang monk who survived by chance recited Buddha again, "Wukong, since she never killed her as a teacher, how can you have the heart to hurt someone's life! You have to forgive others and let them go!" Let them escape by themselves!"

But the big apprentice who is used to being obedient is unwilling to let the tiger go back to the mountain, and when he becomes stubborn, he even refuses to follow the teacher's order.

Seeing that the deadly demon king refused to let him go, the remaining six female fairies cried and begged to the holy monk, saying that if they survived, they would change their ways and become demons again.

Monk Tang couldn't stand their entanglement, so he could only recite the magic spell to restrain Pohou.

Ever since, when Song Ci collected the spring water and looked back, he found that the Monkey King who had just shown his might had long since disappeared. Zhu Bajie, the flower monk, also walked over with a playful smile.

Song Ci walked over and touched Li Zi who was sitting next to the white dragon horse, who was sulking, "Apprentice, where is your Great Sage Grandpa? What are these monsters?"

Li Zi gritted his teeth angrily, "Just now Elder Tang recited a spell to save those goblins, the pain was so painful that the Great Sage Grandpa couldn't bear it, so he drove away! It's not counting that the six goblins harmed the Great Sage Grandpa, If you insist that you don't fight, you don't know each other, and you have to protect Elder Tang and cross the mountain to make amends!"

Song Ci was startled when he heard that, seeing the goblin sisters were smiling but their eyes were soaked with poison. I'm afraid the friendship is fake and they secretly asked for help to settle the previous affairs.

If they were really asked to invite a great monster with profound morals, who would resist without Monkey King?I'm afraid that even my kind accomplice, who is kind enough to save others, will not end well.

"Oh, disaster is coming, disaster is coming!"

Song Ci knew that he didn't have the ability to persuade Monk Tang, and he didn't want to risk his life to open the way for him, so he just took out the utensils that pretend to be gods and ghosts and fiddled with them for a while, and finally ran to the master and apprentice who were still reciting scriptures for the banshee. : "Elder Tang, the hexagram now shows that the west is unlucky, and the east is great. It may cause trouble, so stay here and wait for Sun Dasheng!"

Before Monk Tang could speak, the female goblin was aggrieved first, "What the Taoist priest said, is he still remembering the crime of our sister's offense?"

"that is!"

Zhu Bajie couldn't even remember her biological parents when he met Meijiao Niang, so he couldn't care less about disasters, "You think I don't know that Bi Mawen went back to Huaguo Mountain to see the monkeys and grandchildren? That's right. Master is not upset, he will never take the opportunity to go there! Besides, with Master here, are you afraid that he won't come?"

"I'm not afraid that he won't come, I'm afraid that I won't be as tough as him!"

No matter how Zhu Bajie coaxed him, Song Ci insisted on acting according to the hexagram, and refused to go one step further.

Monk Tang had no choice but to tell Dao that if he saw the great apprentice, don't forget to tell him to go to the Yellow Flower Temple in the mountain to find it.

Song Ci agreed with Monk Tang on the front foot, and then flew the eagle plane in a circle and flew straight to the outside of the mountain.

The Great East is not a joke in her mouth. In the future, the group of Buddhist scriptures does not know how many monsters and ghosts they will encounter. What's more, now that the Western Paradise is approaching, I, a fake Taoist priest, should stay far away.

Taking his little apprentice along with him against the wind, Song Ci ran out of fuel and flew to the border of Chechi country before giving up.

A giant eagle suddenly fell from the sky, but the farmers who were plowing and sowing by the river were so frightened that their souls flew away, and they ran back to the yard screaming again and again.

After the dazed Taoist priest and Tong'er came out to take a look, they realized that the place where they were staying was the Chenjiazhuang where they played with the king of inspiration many years ago.

Although Tongtianhe has long since lost the demon king, and even the three national masters died because of the failure of fighting skills, the young and old in Chenjiazhuang still remember the kindness of the Taoist sect. .

Later, I learned from Zhuangtou that the weather in the country of Che Chi is good and the weather is good, and all priests and monks live in peace. Song Ci didn’t want to bother the common people. Live in with plums.

Ever since he settled in Chenjiazhuang that day, Song Ci ignored everything and concentrated on teaching Lizi how to make weapons.

Thanks to the "inventions and creations" of their masters and apprentices, such as agricultural tractors and household water pumps, which are very practical and will not disturb the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the citizens of Chechi Kingdom no longer have to work hard with their backs to the loess Even the belief value of domestic Taoists who once fell below zero has risen several times.

A few more years passed in such a relaxed life, and when Che Chi's reputation as a master of refining weapons in Guodaomen was spread to the Tang Dynasty by traveling merchants and travelers, suddenly one day, his head fell from the sky. The four disheveled monks came down and plunged into the surging Tongtian River in a daze.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Every time I see Monk Tang interceding for monsters and robbers, and reciting magic spells for them, the scumbag author wants to talk about life with him. _(:з」∠)_