[Journey to the West] Legend of the Little Demon

On the top of Heifeng Mountain, Xiong Da, Xiong Er, Zhizhi and Canglang Daoist were sitting side by side on the grass.

In addition to Zhizhi with a wrinkled face, who was gnawing carrots without interest, the other two bears and one wolf were all squinting slightly, holding the awning in their hands, and watching the two kings fighting in the sky.

A demon and a sage are fighting here, fighting each other with guns and sticks, and the evil spirit is clanging.

Fighting from the cave to the top of the mountain, from the top of the mountain to the clouds, it's hard to tell the winner!

The red sun is gradually falling, and the sunset is gorgeous.

In the mountains and forests, all birds return to their nests, all animals will rest, and the spring breeze wrapped in flowers and herbs hits in gusts, the green waves below are rolling, and the sky is full of white clouds.

It was the first time Zhizhi watched the sunset on the top of Heifeng Mountain, and it felt good.

Seeing the dangerous part of the fight, Xiong Da let out a low "Yaha", held Zhizhi's thin arm, and asked nervously, "Xiaoxiao, do you think the king will not lose?"

At the moment of questioning, the other two pairs of eyes on the side also stared over, looking at Zhizhi full of anticipation.

It's no wonder they regard Zhizhi as a "fortune-telling witch". From the time they dragged him up to watch the battle, Zhizhi behaved very calmly from the beginning to the end, as if he had already known the outcome of the victory or defeat.

It's not like the three of them at all, worried and afraid, and have sympathy.

Zhizhi smiled reassuringly at Xiongda, shook his head and said, "How could our king lose? Our king is brave, boundless, invincible, and unparalleled in the world. You have to trust our king!"

Her words were firm and full of convincing force.

The two bears and one wolf continued to squint their red and bloodshot eyes, watching the battle every second.

If Zhizhi remembers correctly, the black bear spirit is one of the few master monsters in Journey to the West. He does not rely on any treasures, nor does he have any great background. Nan is the real deal.

Pure and upright, upright and strong!

Otherwise, Sun Wukong would not have gone to Zizhu Mountain to find Avalokitesvara for accountability, or Avalokitesvara Avalokitesvara would not have used one of the three golden hoops given to her by Tathagata Buddha on him.

Eh!Wait a moment!If you think about it this way...

So, if the two fight to no avail, Sun Houzi should go to the South China Sea to add to the burden of Avalokitesvara, and then Avalokitesvara will go out and subdue the black bear king in minutes?

qaq!

no!Tang Xuanzang just caught it, and he is still alive and kicking. We have recited the sacrificial rites, prepared the scriptures of the past life, brushed the pot, and set up the firewood. Why did Guanyin want to come out and beat him? (Typical robber thinking)

Thinking back to "Journey to the West", how many heroes and monsters died because of a "procrastination syndrome", not only missed the good opportunity to live forever by eating Tang monk meat, but also lost their lives in vain!With King Black Bear's care during this time and the daily supply of carrots and welfare, how can we let him be a leisurely idle demon and be raised by Guanyin Bodhisattva to guard the forest?

Without hesitation, Zhizhi swallowed the last bite of carrot, patted the ashes on his buttocks, stood up, and without hesitation shouted at the king who was fighting in the cloud: "My lord, it's time! It's time for us to go home for dinner!"

The black bear king usually has a good schedule and three meals are on time. Except for staying up all night talking about Buddhism with Elder Tang last night, he has not broken the rules so far.

Hearing Zhizhi's shout, he raised his gun to hold the golden cudgel, frowned and shouted: "Monkey Sun! I won't fight today! I'll sleep after I eat! Tomorrow... I won't fight tomorrow either! Tomorrow is my birthday! Make an appointment the day after tomorrow to fight again!"

I celebrate my birthday my biggest!

Hearing what the black bear spirit said, Wukong really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Dare to believe?How dare a person who does not act rationally say such a thing be justified?let you go?Still waiting for you to eat my master for your birthday tomorrow?What a fucking dog! I haven't walked in the world for 500 years. Are all the demons on the Xitian Road to learn from the scriptures so big?Hehe, the Grand Sage was so scared that he wanted to retreat to Wuzhi Mountain!

"You monster bear! You have been clamoring for food after fighting for half a day? Thinking of your great sage grandpa, I have been under Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years, and I still haven't complained of hunger. Don't even think about running away! You returned my master and cassock, and I will let him go." You go back to eat!"

"I said monkey! You don't know how to flatter you! We ate the master for you, do you dare to say that it is not what you want? Anyway, you have come out from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain! Who cares that you go back to Huaguo Mountain to be happy and carefree?" Great Sage Equaling Heaven! Let’s go to the sky to be a horse breeder!” The black bear spirit waved his gun, roared angrily, turned into a black wind and swept away the four people on the top of the mountain, retreated into the cave, and closed the stone gate tightly.

At this time, the bright moon is hanging in the sky, and the galaxy is full of bright stars.

Yuyu Juechen, Wan Lai is silent.

Above the colorful auspicious clouds, the Monkey King, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, holds the golden cudgel of the world's magic soldier in his hand, his figure dissolves into the starry sky, stands like a pine, proudly, his thin lips that have never uttered a word of softness in his life are tightly pursed, Bewilderment and perplexity flashed across a pair of dark night golden eyes.

What happened to the feeling of being hit by a heavy hammer in the heart at that moment?

******

Inside the Batu Caves, the lights are brightly lit, as bright as day.

There are a lot of strong and strong bear monsters coming and going, and they are all burly, so the two particularly flat and thin ones here are particularly conspicuous. Zhi, one; Master Xuanzang, a Tang Dynasty monk who was stripped to nothing but a plain white shirt, one.

The sweating Xiong Da kept adding firewood to the fire. The fire was crackling and burning very vigorously. The clear soup and white water in the super large iron pot set on the fire was already warm, and the light mist of water was steaming upwards. .

Such misty water vapor reminded Zhizhi of that night in Chenjiazhuang --- Sun Monkey, who did not change his bad temper when taking a bath, and Master Xuanzang, who smiled kindly and tolerantly under the bright moonlight...

Xiong Er was still stammering and commanding a few little black bear demons, he must clean up Tang Xuanzang.

Master Xuanzang, who had suddenly been reduced from being treated as a distinguished guest to food, kept his eyes closed, counting Buddhist beads one by one with his right hand, and murmured scriptures.

Even though he knew that he was about to die, he seemed calm and calm, as expected of a high-ranking son who was used to watching big scenes since he was a child.

"Stop, hold, hold, hold, stop!" Zhi Zhi's cheeks were suspiciously red, and when illuminated by the warm firelight, his whole face was as vivid as a ripe red apple.

Mother!Then she watched them, a group of rough bears who didn't know how to pity the fragrance and the weak, strip the holy monk's clothes. She estimated that she would die of blood before eating Tang monk's meat and living forever.

Looking around at the circle of female bear monsters hiding behind him with loving eyes, they squeaked and held their foreheads in pain.

In this regard, we are still different from monsters.

Love him, just eat him?

Oh leak!Let's let the holy monk die with dignity, shall we?

"No...don't take off your clothes, how... how to cook?" Xiong Er asked with a puzzled expression.

Master Xuanzang's gentle, long and handsome eyes slowly opened, lightly falling on Zhizhi's face, as if he sighed helplessly, he pulled an ethereal and wry smile, lowered his eyes and continued to recite his Prajna Heart Sutra.

Seeing such clear eyes, Zhizhi panicked, "Well... isn't the rice dumpling steamed with the skin on? Cough cough, don't take it off, don't take it off."

The innocent goblins stopped immediately.

The two little demons were about to hug Elder Tang and throw him into the iron pot.

Xuanzang raised his hand, stopped them silently, shook his head slightly, lifted the hem of his clothes, and approached the big iron pot.

Xiong Sanpang, who was watching stupidly from the side, subconsciously softened his knees, and when he came back to his senses, he had already bent down and knelt down, turning into a "bear-shaped bench", allowing the elder to step on him into the iron pot.

The famous "thief yo" smile on Zhizhi's face was reluctant.

There was a sudden burning pain in the right ear hidden in the hair.

Squeaking in pain, he covered his right ear, frowned and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Are you really going to do this?" Liuli asked worriedly.

"...Nonsense!" Zhizhi pursed his lips, expressing his reluctance to say more.

Zhizhi nodded to Xiong Da who was burning the fire, and said: "Cook slowly, it's too hot here, I'll go for a walk to digest food." He took another look at Tang Monk who was sitting in the cauldron, meditating and chanting sutras, and turned to leave .However, when passing by a stone table full of fruits and vegetables, she said that she was going to digest food, but her footsteps paused, and she picked a carrot that looked the best and hid it in the wide sleeve of the cloud. .

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It is said that Zhizhi walked forward, and a "guest" was ushered in the Batu Caves on the back.

The guard at the entrance of the cave, the little demon, saw that the Daoist Master Canglang, who had become friends with the king, returned to the mansion and changed into a crane cloak with fairy spirit, and came back again.

King Black Bear drank some fruit wine, and he was in a happy mood at this time, feeling refreshed and slightly tipsy.

He was always focused on cultivation, and he didn't care whether he was cultivating Buddha or Dao. Anyway, he was eating fast and refining alchemy.God is so pitiful now, suddenly let him pick up such a treasure of immortal monk for nothing, not only can he bring the little demons to increase their blessings and longevity, but also avenge the bears who died in vain, and bring them back to life!

Although he felt a little uneasy in his heart, he still comforted himself and said that all this was forced by the monkey grandson.

If the fast is broken, it will be broken, anyway, the same goal will be achieved by different routes.

Having figured it out, the Black Bear King saw from afar the Daoist Canglang who came home to take the elixir as a congratulatory gift and congratulated him on his birthday. At this moment, his mind was languid, and he would not pay attention to the fact that the man in front of him with a benevolent smile was not real. Daoist Canglang, but Wukong made a somersault and traveled thousands of miles to the South China Sea to invite the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who subdued the demons!

******

Zhizhi didn't even set a direction, he strolled leisurely, and walked to the dining garden unconsciously.

Under the vast sky covered with blue and purple stars, all kinds of dark greens greeted the eyes.

Zhizhi accidentally walked into a vegetable field in the divided area of ​​responsibility.

Lush vegetables cover the fertile red soil below. The leaves of Chinese cabbage stretch out in all directions. Cucumber vines zigzag on the bamboo frame. They are carefully cared for and grow wantonly regardless of the seasons.

At this time, the bamboo stand is already covered with small cucumbers with yellow flowers on the top, lentils with purple flowers, and pumpkin flowers with bright yellow flowers...

The three largest vegetable plots were full of radishes, the carrots that broke through the ground were the carrots that were planted first, and the ones that only showed a section of tender sprouts were the white radishes that Xiong Er had just planted a few days ago.

The spring breeze is coming, and the fresh and natural scent of cauliflower is refreshing.

Zhi Zhi felt warm in her heart, in fact, the life of a monster is not bad~ Of course, this is the emotion expressed by her as a person who can "get what she wants" right away.

When walking back, Zhizhi changed to another avenue, and when he reached Fangcaopo, he saw a black mass lying on the ground, subconsciously thought it was the lazy little black bear demon in Batu Cave, squatted down with a smile on his face Going down, wanting to pat its stomach.

In the next second, Be Careful's heart thumped, and his face turned pale with fright!

Zhizhi slumped on the ground.

My mother!She touched the black blood!

That black thing turned out to be the body of a dead wolf!

Moreover, if she was not mistaken, the deceased was none other than Daoist Canglang!

Zhi Zhi bit his lip, it must be Monkey Sun who came back again!

He ran away, eager to report.

King!Bad thing!Come on!

After all, I don't know how the catastrophe of the Batu Caves will end, let's read the last chapter of this volume----the last chapter is not spoilers, the spoilers are light!

Today's Little Theater 1:

Calling in battle.

"Sun Wukong! You kill me, the little monster of the cave, do you dare to recognize it?!"

Wukong thought of the White Snake Spirit who was beaten to death by himself with a stick, he didn't take it seriously, and smiled flamboyantly, "Your grandpa, I dare to act bravely, why don't you dare to admit it? Listen carefully, I killed that little demon of your cave! "

"Okay Bi Mawen, look at the trick!"

"Hehe, come again, Black Charcoal Ball!"

Peacemaker 111: Great Sage, Bi Mawen is history, can we stop being so puffed up?

The great sage stared at me with a stick: three matchsticks, open them for me!

111 gagged with fists in disbelief, tearing up: three matchsticks? !Hey, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Lay family surname: Chen (surname given by Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty: Tang

Baby name: Jiangliu

Dharma name: Xuanzang (Tang Emperor Li Shimin bestowed Dharma name: Tripitaka

Sex: Male

Date of Birth: Asking Liuli (the original skill is used at this time Official position: Dazhan Guanjue, Datang Special Envoy to the Western Paradise Previous life: Jin Chanzi, a disciple of Tathagata Buddha

Father: Chen E, courtesy name Guangrui, the first number one scholar of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, bestowed by the first official as the governor of Jiangzhou, and promoted to a scholar of Wenyuan Palace after rebirth Mother: Yin Wenjiao, also known as Mantangjiao, the prime minister's daughter Grandpa: The current prime minister Yin Kaishan

Brother: Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty

Master: Elder Faming of Jinshan Temple

Famous deeds: Suppress bandits in Hongzhou to avenge killing father and seizing mother, select [-] monks, big and small, to perform scriptures in Huasheng Temple, and learn scriptures from the west.

Treasures: a cassock of beautiful and exotic treasures (market price 5000 taels), a nine-ringed tin staff (market price 2000 taels), a customs clearance document, a purple gold bowl, a body of immortality, Yuanyang and gold that have not been leaked for ten generations One hoop, one volume of cursing.

Apprentices: Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Zhu Bajie, Marshal of the Canopy, Sha Wujing, the General of the Rolling Curtain, the Third Prince of the Jade Dragon of the West Sea, and some disciples of monks from Hongfu Temple.

Skills: chanting mantras and meditating, convincing demons with virtue, blessing of holy light that monsters cannot eat, holy father's face that is convenient for begging and lodging, needlework.