[comprehensive] superior skills

The farmers in Chenjiazhuang have seen many big scenes in recent years, and now they don't find it strange to encounter weird people from the sky.

On the other hand, the fisherman who was guarding the bank and lowering his nets hurriedly launched the modified fishing boat, drove all the way to the middle of the river, smiled and asked the white-faced monk floating in the water: "Elder, do you want to cross the shore by boat?" ?”

Monk Tang, who had a little more gold crystals on his forehead, was overjoyed when he heard the words and recited Buddha's name again and again, "Thank you for your kindness."

Even though he is so mortal that he can't sink easily, after all he is not as familiar with water as his disciples, and he didn't move his nest at all after thumping for a long time.

But the three of Monkey King were too busy to retrieve the scriptures, so they couldn't care about the master who was floating on the water like a fish bubble.

When Monk Tang boarded the boat with the help of the fisherman, Zhu Bajie also threw the scripture bag into the cabin, "The Buddha in the sky is really good at torturing people, one more difficult and one less difficult, who wants to check it out!"

"Bajie!"

Monk Tang wiped away the dripping river water from his cuffs, "Why are you still ignorant after being enlightened by the Buddha? Be careful that the misfortune comes out of your mouth!"

Sun Wukong smiled and shook off the moisture on the monkey hair, "That idiot must have disliked his own officialdom, he is not as loud as Marshal Tianpeng, so he is full of complaints!"

"Brother, don't you think the boat we're on seems to have known each other before!"

Drifting Monk, who had the most delicate thoughts, recalled in a trance: "It seems that in the country of daughters, Daoist Wu drove a boat with a similar style to pick up Master across the river."

"If you don't mention my grandson, you will forget!"

Sun Wukong waved his hand, "Since we left Pansi Cave, there has been no news about the child. I don't know if he returned to his hometown or got into some monster's belly!"

"Amitabha, good is good!"

Monk Tang hurriedly raised his hand and said: "Wu Daochang's auspicious people have their own celestial features, and they will turn bad luck into good luck and death into auspiciousness!"

It wasn't until he heard the names repeatedly mentioned by their master and apprentice that the fisherman who was concentrating on the boat turned back and asked, "Elder, the Daoist Wu you are talking about is a Taoist in his early 20s, with beautiful features and a friendly face? There is another Taoist beside him. An apprentice called Li Chengfeng?"

Sun Wukong stepped forward and patted the fisherman on the shoulder, "How did you know, old man?"

"The elder was just joking. Daoist Wu's name, everyone in Chechi Kingdom doesn't know who doesn't know? How many people, including three-year-old children, have never received his kindness?"

The fisherman gratefully touched the fishing boat under him, "Even the little old man, thanks to Daoist Wu's efforts, is able to walk safely on the water."

He raised his finger to a small courtyard with bluestone and red tiles beside the river, "Daoist Wu and his disciples have been living in the original National Teacher's Temple these years, even if the king wants to pay a visit, he has to come in person!"

"What a coincidence!"

Zhu Bajie hummed happily: "Master, why don't we go to his house to rest and find a secluded place to dry the scriptures!"

"I see that you are thinking that the scriptures are fake, and you want to ask for something to eat, so it is true!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and helped his master step out of the cabin, "My old grandson doesn't care if there is a house to shelter from the wind and rain, but this Buddhist scriptures can't be delayed."

"Forget it, when old friends meet, there is no reason why they can't get in through the door."

Monk Tang pointed to the red-painted gate not far away, "Bajie, go and call the gate."

Zhu Bajie was so happy that he got a good job, Drifting led the white dragon horse, thanked the fisherman who led the way, and followed behind.

Li Zichu, who was studying the effects of the black swamp with his master in the yard, heard the knock on the door at first, and thought it was another villager asking for something, but he opened the door and found out that it was an old acquaintance whom he hadn't seen for many years.

"Elder Tang, Grandpa Great Sage, Elder Pig, Elder Sha!"

Li Zi smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, "I never imagined that I would see you again in my lifetime!"

"Chengfeng, who would have thought that you would have grown so big just by making a mistake!"

Monk Tang sighed deeply, "Is your master okay?"

"Master, he's a very nice old man!"

Li Zi led the guests to the backyard where the experiment was done, and he did not forget to lead the white dragon horse with smoother hair in his hand, "In order to avoid the monsters in the mountains, Master took me all the way east according to the hexagram. Back in Chechi, where I lived for so many years."

"Your master..."

Drifting heard it funny, "I've never heard of the rule that if a hexagram doesn't move people, it won't move!"

The few of them entered the backyard, and saw a strange black iron stove in the middle of the yard, and beside the stove was a Taoist cat whose face was covered in black smoke, looking in.

Monkey King jumped over lightly, "Child! What are you doing here?"

"Great Saint!"

Song Ci was really surprised and delighted this time, "No wonder Qian'er's hexagram shows that 'everything is ready, only the east wind is owed', so it should be with you!"

"To say you're being circuitous is really circuitous!"

Sun Wukong pointed at her and made fun of her: "If our master and apprentice don't come, you will die of old age in Chenjiazhuang!"

"Quick! Inside please, inside please!"

Talking and laughing into the living room, Song Ci took the hot towel from Li Zi and wiped off the smoke, revealing that tender face that can be said to be beautiful, "Where did the holy monk come from, and how did he come to Chenjiazhuang?"

"Oh, I have to thank Daoist Wu for this matter."

Talking about the front, Monk Tang hugged the precious scriptures in his arms, "I just hope you find a suitable place, and don't damage the treasure!"

"The holy monk is at ease!"

As soon as Song Ci nodded at his apprentice, Li Zi pushed a small cart to load the stack of hard-earned scriptures, "Let my apprentice take it to the dryer and steam it, at least it will be returned to Zhao tomorrow night!"

After getting the letter, Monk Tang's face also blossomed with joy, "Amitabha, it's so good!"

"Master, we've finished talking about this business, shouldn't we talk about something else?"

Zhu Bajie rubbed his belly and said, "My old pig hasn't enjoyed a single meal of offerings since I sealed up that seemingly useless envoy of the altar!"

"You!"

Monk Tang sighed and sighed, stupefied because he had no choice but to deal with the stubborn disciple.

"In that case, Xiaodao has neglected the Living Buddha!"

Song Ci smiled and saluted and said, "Elders, please look at the past affection, let me take the lead!"

There is no shortage of food and wine at home, and the farmer who got the news early came to present gifts with food and food.

Today is different from the past, except for Zhu Bajie who is still greedy, Tang monks are not human, so Song Ci, Li Zi, and five of his master and apprentice set up an incense table as a tribute, and served a table of fresh vegetarian food for the two. apprentice.

After eating and drinking, Monk Tang was worried about the scriptures, so he had to take a look at them himself to be safe.

With no other choice, Song Ci could only lead him to the warehouse to look at the scriptures lying quietly in the glass door.

Passing by the incubator on the way, Monk Tang saw those chirping young chickens and couldn't help but chant Buddha, and then went back to the room to rest safely.

In the middle of the night, when the guests from afar were all asleep, Song Ci quietly went to the warehouse alone, and made a copy of the dried scriptures one by one, leaving the fake ones in exchange for the real ones and hiding them in the ring.

After completing this big deal with trepidation, she was about to walk back to her bedroom along the original path, but saw a dark shadow floating on the high wall of the backyard, with two bright green lights in the middle, which looked quite frightening.

After many years in Journey to the West, Song Ci has seen too many monsters and ghosts, but she has never seen a ghost. For a while, she couldn't figure out the details of the person who came, and she didn't dare to approach easily, so she had to shrink back into the shadows under the corridor.

The master hid, but the shadow on the wall rose higher and higher, gradually revealing a flat body comparable to a full moon.

"Old man?"

After seeing who was coming, Song Ci couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "What are you doing at my house in the middle of the night?"

All these years, in order to find a livelihood for the farmers on the shore, she has done a lot of filial piety to the spirits in this river, and she is more or less obsessed with incense. How did she provoke their family to come to find trouble today.

"Wu Daoist, you don't know something."

The old turtle said in a low voice: "In the early years, the Tang monk and his disciples asked me to cross the river on their backs to learn Buddhist scriptures. I said that day, if he is tired, help me ask how long he will live and when he will be able to cultivate a human body. When he sent people I deserve it, but now that I have become a Buddha, I have not even confessed to it. I heard from farmers that the monks in the Tang Dynasty asked for many scriptures, and they planned to steal one to exchange for him."

"You old turtle doesn't want to live anymore!"

Song Ci waved him away again and again, "It doesn't matter if you become an adult one day sooner or later, it's really terrible if you can't even be a turtle! If you really want to know the truth, wait until tomorrow morning for a door-to-door call and beg for it. Elder Tang is kind-hearted. Naturally, I won’t tell you to wait in vain! If you don’t listen to my advice, let the Monkey King who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace know your thoughts and send you back to the west with a stick, and I will take the farmer to the river to save you tomorrow. All your children and grandchildren will be caught and slaughtered to make soup!"

The old man didn't take it seriously, he laughed and said, "Don't Daoist Wu try to scare me, I haven't seen the smell of turtle soup wafting from your yard in these years."

"If I don't eat it myself, why don't I give it to the king who wants to live forever?"

Song Ci pushed his bastard shell out, "Let's go, my friend! If you don't go, you may run into disaster!"

One person and one turtle were pushing and shoving here, when suddenly a chuckle came from the shadow in the corner, "Since we're here, why bother to leave!"

"Great Saint!"

In the end, the heart caught someone's bag, and Song Ci, who was smiling wryly to himself, hurriedly nodded and bowed: "This is more serious, your old man hasn't rested yet?"

Sun Wukong walked quietly and lightly under his feet, "I was sleeping soundly, but I heard that little bug was buzzing and making a lot of noise, so I got up to find out."

Song Ci was even more guilty when he heard it, and wondered whether he was talking about the thief who stole the scriptures or the careless old turtle, and he didn't dare to talk to him for a while.

"Buddha came just in time, I should ask you!"

The old turtle who didn't wink at all walked over clumsily, "You and Elder Tang promised to help me ask when the Buddha will be able to cultivate, coaxing me to wait for all these years, now it's so easy to revisit the old place. Not even a word?"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Unexpectedly, Sun Wukong was not at all annoyed, "Thinking that my old grandson was still under Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years, what are you looking forward to for so many years! My five masters and apprentices must be together within eight days. When we return to Lingshan, I don’t care which gods and Buddhas he encounters, I’ll just ask you one more question for you!”

"Thank you Buddha!"

The old turtle kowtowed and said: "With your old words, I will go back to the Tongtian River and wait for the good news!"

As soon as the old man left, only the fake Taoist with ghosts in his heart and the real Buddha who couldn't see his face were left in the silent courtyard. A chill.

"No morality!"

In his mind, he read the old turtle who should be steamed several times, and Song Ci laughed dryly: "Cough, it's late at night, the great sage should rest earlier, so as not to delay the schedule."

She tiptoed and wanted to slip away, but was patted on the shoulder by a mountain-heavy monkey's paw in an instant, so she could only tremble and beg for forgiveness: "Grandpa, I don't know what you have to order? But I woke up suddenly at night. The stomach is empty, want a table of fresh tribute?"

Song Ci begged for mercy, and wondered if he could live on forever if he swallowed the poison pill immediately and escaped, but he heard a soft sigh from behind, "Maybe it's a nightmare. My old grandson actually heard that the Monkey King Four words."

The false Taoist who was hijacked in the front was still waiting for the next sentence with his ears open, but no one made a sound after waiting for a long time, and when he looked back, the courtyard was empty.

It was so easy to escape, even the Taoist, who was not used to the way of Buddhism, couldn't help but chant the Buddha, and slipped back to his bedroom with a breeze under his feet.

Don't look at the fact that he spent only a cup of tea with that indescribable killing god, Song Ci was so frightened that he lost his soul, and even the clothes on his body were soaked in cold sweat several times.

Limbly changing her underwear, she was still thinking about whether she should destroy the incriminating evidence, so she suddenly pricked it with the needle hidden in her clothes.

"hiss!"

Song Ci sucked his hands in pain, "Li Zi is too careless, why did he pull off the needle and thread after mending the clothes, this is to murder his teacher!"

She searched around by the candlelight but found no sewing needles, but found three golden monkey hairs on the shoulders of the Buddha just now.

"This is……"

Carefully removing the three hairs that are comparable to gold and jade, Song Ci didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and in the end thousands of words turned into a sigh.

Waking up early the next day, the fake Taoist priest who seemed to be a normal person still made offerings to the five true gods according to the specifications of the previous day, but when she returned to the house, she worshiped three times in front of the big holy statue that she had rushed to make overnight.

During the day, Monk Tang wept with joy when he saw the 35 Buddhist scriptures in good condition, and urged his disciples to get on the road quickly.

Song Ci originally planned to ride their east wind and return to the East Land together, so naturally he packed his bags now.

Because most of the objects in the hands of their teachers and apprentices are used by farmers, they called the head of the village to explain the usage of various utensils in detail, and left a teaching and research note signed by Taoist Xiaoyao, which will only be used in the future Passed down to the gifted and learned generation.

It used to be that the people of Chenjiazhuang were very happy when they heard that five living Buddhas had come to the village, but now they suddenly heard that not only the living Buddhas were leaving, but also Daoist Wu, who had helped him a lot over the years, and his disciples were going with them. No release allowed.

They didn't say they were being reckless, they just asked the old and the young in the village to kneel and sit outside the National Teacher's Temple with sad faces, crying and shouting for mercy to survive.

Fortunately, the five masters and apprentices who had become Buddhas and Daoists still had the fragrance to take advantage of. Although Song Ci and Li Zi were physically incompatible with mortal bodies, at least they borrowed somersault clouds from Sun Dasheng based on their friendship of more than ten years. In the middle of the night, I rushed to Chang'an in the dark.

Staying far away to see the majestic city wall, knowing that the Buddhist scriptures had to meet the king of Tang in a hurry, Song Ci did not make trouble with them, and led his disciples to control the sword and go down Yuntou by themselves.

Although Li Zi used to walk with restraint, it was the first time that he flew so high that he was still floating in the sky until his feet were firmly on the ground.

"Master, if we can allow everyone to travel in the sky, we won't have to pay attention to the obstacles that stretch across the river!"

Song Ci looked at the prudent apprentice as if he had turned into a playful child again, and responded with a smile: "What's the difficulty? If you concentrate on answering the Tao, you may be able to get your long-cherished wish within ten years!"

At this time, the sky was only slightly bright, and the two of them were not in a hurry to enter the city, so they walked slowly along the farm to enjoy the exotic scenery.

After walking for another hour and a half, a plump, fat old man came from the fork in front of him. He was dressed in gold and silver, and he looked like a local rich man.

Song Ci glanced at it from a distance, and was about to talk to his apprentice about the old Chang'an city's human relations, when he saw the round, fat old man rushing towards him like a wind, and bowed his head.

"Wu Daochang, I am looking forward to your coming!"

The fat old man burst into tears and snot, "If I didn't want to ask you for a thought, my old bones would have died long ago!"

"Who are you always?"

Song Ci hurriedly helped up the old man who couldn't do obeisance, "Forgive my blindness, but have we met?"

"You are a noble person and forget things, I have waited for you for 18 years!"

The fat old man took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and blew his nose, "Do you still remember when I sold tea eggs on West Street earlier, I thought it was expensive and bought a big one!"

When he said that he was sad, he burst into tears again, "These years have made me regret it to death!"

"Oh! I remembered, there is such a thing!"

Song Ci suddenly realized: "You are Xu Yuanwai who patronized my stall!"

"Correct!"

The fat old man didn't even go to the city gate, and was about to drag her away by pulling his arms, "I won't let go this time, you have to go to my house!"

Song Ci was really afraid that the old man's body would be broken if he exerted all his strength, so he had to greet Li Zi, who was confused, and follow him to the distant village.

When they entered a large courtyard named Xujiazhuang, Xu Yuanwai repeatedly yelled at the servants at home to kill pigs and sheep, and only said that the distinguished guests must be well served when they come to the door.

Outside sharpening his sword, he slammed at the pigs and sheep, while Song Ci, who was seated inside, couldn't help laughing and asked, "Mr. Xu, you invited me over this time, but do you want to ask for something?"

"Or you are a capable person with great supernatural powers!"

Member Xu served a cup of tea respectfully, "Oh, I'm ashamed to say it. Earlier, when I was young and ignorant, I spent money and goods, and I did a few dirty things that violated my conscience. Now I'm reporting it to the higher authorities. , I was so tired that my only seedling in thousands of miles of land was about to die of drought. These years, in order to seek a child, I have finished worshiping the Buddhist gates and worshiping the gates. Most of the family business was ruined! In the end, I had nowhere to go, so I went to Mr. Yuan's stall to teach a lesson. Mr. Yuan only said that if the Xu family wants to have a successor, they have to ask the Taoist who will return to the east next year."

As he spoke, he wanted to bow down again, "Wu Daoist, I just beg you to see my sincerity in going to the city gate to welcome you every day these years, and save me from the Xu family!"

Song Ci was taken aback after hearing this, "Mr. Yuan really said that?"

"It's about inheritance, I dare not lie!"

Xu Yuanwai was afraid that his words would be unsubstantiated, so he asked someone to drive him to confront Mr. Yuan.

"It doesn't have to be."

Song Ci asked Li Zi to help him up, and took a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, "There is a pill in this bottle, if you want to make a daughter-in-law conceive, let her take this medicine before resting. Within a few days, Will get what you want.”

Member Xu burst into tears of joy after taking the medicine bottle, and repeatedly ordered the servants to invite Young Master Sun and Grandma Sun to meet the benefactor.

Song Ci didn't accept their courtesy either, he only reasoned that he had to go to the palace to see His Majesty the King of Tang, so he didn't dare to delay the time, so he and Li Zi went to the Baiyun Temple outside the city.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Regarding the people in the heavenly court and the Buddhist sect, the scumbag writers don’t think that they will not bear any grudges if they become the grand sage of the Buddha.

Do you still remember what he yelled when he was under the Five Elements Mountain? "Jade Emperor! Tathagata! My old grandson let you deceive me!"

The scumbag felt that the Monkey King really realized it at that time, but it was a pity that he regretted it too late.