[Journey to the West] Legend of the Little Demon

The wilderness is boundless, and the silent sky and earth meet and merge.

Under the dark blue sky, under the cold moonlight, the shadow of a bodhi leaf dances gracefully.

The lush and lush canopy is like a mushroom canopy.At night, the autumn wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the red leaves that can't help but fall slowly.

Like light white rice grains filtered through a sieve, moonlight leaks through the linden tree little by little.

The weak light hits the fluffy white daisy discs scattered all over the ground, and in the sea of ​​flowers intertwined with light and dark, the thin and wimpy Chinchilla demon—Bai Zhizhiqiao is hiding in it.

Wukong is lying on his back on a huge bodhi tree branch, with a clear outline, and his breathing is shallow and long.

The trial of several bodhisattvas has ended, and the hallowed mansion naturally disappeared without a trace.

Zhizhi just looked up quietly, but he didn't know where his eyes fell. Is it the crescent moon face exposed between the branches?Or the monkey whose clothes are swaying in the air with the wind?No one knows.

The Double Ninth Festival is approaching. It is suitable for climbing high to think about the dead, and also suitable for climbing trees to sleep with the dead.

"Hee hee~" Little Heidou's eyes flashed a sly sly light.

At this time, whose dream also appeared such a pair of bright round eyes?

The owner of the eyes stood on tiptoe, and quickly dropped a petal-like kiss on the dreamer's face.

"miu~" a sweet breath.

Suddenly, at that moment, thousands of trees and peach blossoms bloomed on Huaguo Mountain!

The pretty girl in snow-white put her hands behind her back in embarrassment, but the smile on her lips spread brilliantly, which couldn't stop her boundless joy and love.

She tilted her head and asked mischievously, "Great Sage, you said, take me to the end of the sky to watch shooting stars, and go back to Huaguo Mountain to watch fireflies, does it still count?"

Blooming crimson petals fell on her hair, on her shoulders, and also on his heart.

……

Unknowingly, the Venus became lighter and the East became whiter.

The cold sunlight of early autumn casts down from the branches, and a ray of light rises and falls in the air with dancing fine pollen.

That pair of deep golden pupils slowly opened, the long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, the warm and beautiful dream with orange drifted away, slowly rising...

"Pound-pound-pound-pound-"

who is it?

What kind of dream was it that such a heart can beat so fast?

Goku put his hands on his head and closed his eyes.

Well, why can't he remember what he dreamed just now that made him feel so good early in the morning?

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes fell on a large bunch of lavender daisies on his chest.

Ok?

Before Wukong had time to think carefully about where the chrysanthemum came from, he heard Drifting panic-stricken, "Big brother! Big brother!", shouting non-stop.

It turned out that he and Xuanzang woke up, opened their eyes and saw neither the halls nor the carved beams and painted buildings, and found that they and their master were sleeping on the stone slabs in the wilderness!That's why he panicked and hurried to find Wukong.

Wukong stretched his waist, jumped down from the tall bodhi tree, and explained it to Xuanzang and Drifting with a smile.

Xuanzang was lamenting that learning Buddhist scriptures requires firm belief, when he heard someone not far away shouting loudly: "Master! Help! Master! My old pig will never dare again!"

Several people led the horses to carry the burden and followed the sound to find it, haha!The one who was tied up and hung on the tree was not Bajie who wanted to be the son-in-law of the Bodhisattva, who else could it be?

The sutra learning group was full of emotion, shame and anger, and those who were joking and joking were still happy.After a short rest, the sutra collection team packed up their luggage and continued on the road.

Behind them, at the original site of the hall and courtyard, on a towering linden tree, a Chinchilla sat on the top of the treetop, with its chin resting on its two paws, watching them drift away, its little tail wagging.

Ahh, the sun is up!

Another beautiful day full of hope!

(End of "Four Saints Trying Zen Mind")

"Five Villages View"

The hills are full of auspicious clouds, and the green bell rings leisurely, making the Lingtai clear.

Among the celestial rosy clouds, thousands of stone steps lead to the mountain gate, and there is a fairy temple in the misty depths.

The cornices and brackets are solemn and solemn.

But at this time, the former martial arts field in the White Jade Hall of the Taoist Temple has become a Shura field.

A strong Taoist boy holding a seven-star whip made of dragon skin circled around the four people who were tied to the six Tianhuating pillars on the field in a deterrent way, then bowed respectfully to the top of the jade steps, and asked loudly: "Master , which one to hit first?"

The sound of throwing the ground, the clang of gold and jade, such a sentence forced out the tears of the timid and fearful Bajie who was tied to the pillar!

"Brother Monkey! Hurry up and use your supernatural powers to save us!"

Standing on a high stage, wearing a purple gold crown and a worry-free crane cloak, the Taoist pinched his beard and smiled, and said: "Tang Sanzang is disrespectful, hit him first."

This person is the master of the Taoist temple—the Great Immortal Zhenyuan.

If you want to ask how the Buddhist scriptures group provoked him, you have to review the causes and consequences of the current situation.

Monk Tang and his disciples traveled westward and arrived at the beautiful Longevity Mountain.

And the Longevity Mountain is not an ordinary fairy mountain. First of all, there is a temple on the mountain, named Wuzhuang Temple. In the temple, there lived a great immortal named Shi Tongjun, Zhen Yuanzi. This immortal had drank tea with Jin Chanzi. .Secondly, there is a sacred tree in Wuzhuang Temple. The fruit of life on the tree that only matures once every 1 years has recently ripened (﹃)... I heard that its advertising slogan is like this: Mortals sniff it , live three hundred and sixty years, eat one, and live for 7000 years!It is referred to as the flat peach in the world, the fighting fruit among the health fruits!

Guanzhuzhen Yuanzi received the invitation from Yuanshi Tianzun, Shunliuer went to heaven as a guest, leaving only the two youngest boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue, and asked them to pick ginseng fruit to treat their old friend Jin Chanzi, the reincarnated Tang Seng .It is a pity that Tang Sanzang, the kind-hearted master, mistook ginseng fruit for human dolls and dared not eat it.Over there, Wukong couldn't hold back the greedy Bajie, so he secretly picked three fruits from his family in the yard, shared them with Bajie and Drifting Monk and ate them.

After that, everyone knows!

Several people in the scripture learning group were pointed at their noses by Qingfeng and Mingyue and scolded them. They first said Tang Monk was bald and dishonest, and then called him a nest of pigs and monkeys.How could Wukong, who was already high-spirited, endure such harsh words?With a blushing face and a thick neck, he did not stop doing anything, so he simply climbed up the cloud head, slammed the golden cudgel on the tree, and then used the supernatural power of pushing mountains and mountains to push down the ginseng fruit tree. !No, the masters and apprentices who escaped at night were caught up by Zhen Yuanzi Zongyun who had returned home, and came back with one sleeve wrapped around them, each of them was tightly tied up, waiting to be punished for their crimes!

The mountain is high and the sun is close, and the golden sun above the head is so bright that people can't keep their eyes open.

When Wukong heard that Zhen Yuanzi wanted to beat Tang Seng, he immediately said, "I was the one who stole your fruit, I was the one who ate your fruit, and I was the one who knocked down your tree. Why didn't you beat me first, and beat him instead?"

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi raised the jade dust in his hand, and said with a smile: "You are a loyal disciple, so I will beat you first."

The boy waved his whip and greeted his legs, crackling, the soaked dragon leather whip whipped the cloth strips on his trouser legs, and the sound was very scary.After thirty lashes, Daotong was so exhausted that he was out of breath. He took two steps forward and got away from Wukong who was behind him.

Zhen Yuanzi closed his eyes and smiled, and didn't say anything else. He has the ability to survive thirty lashes. He said lightly, "Tang Sanzang's disciples are not strict, and they allow the stubborn ones to play tricks and beat him. "

Naturally, the thirty lashes were taken over by Wukong again.

After a while, as it was getting dark, the great immortal brought out a pot.

Wukong was in a bad mood, but he heard Bajie, the idiot next to him, grunt and say, "Brother Monkey, they want us to eat something and make us a stuffed ghost!"

All the Taoist boys set up pots at the bottom of the steps, set up dry firewood, and started a raging fire.

"Boil the clear oil in a pot, and it will boil in a while, and fry the master and apprentice in the oil pot to avenge my ginseng fruit tree!" On his clear face, his tone of voice is also ethereal, but what he says is neither happy nor angry.

Immediately startled, several people in the sutra collection group were worried, sighed, and some of them shed tears.

Wukong couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he didn't have anything to do with the oil pan, at most it was because the bath water was a little hotter, and he was just worried about the master who had delicate skin and tender flesh.If it was a different master, he would be in the frying pan, how could he be protected from being eaten by ghosts and goblins, and he would become a rotten monk now!

After several considerations, when no one was paying attention, Wukong quietly recited the spell, bit the tip of his tongue, and secretly sprayed a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue onto the stone pillar that bound him.

At this time, the oil pan boiled over.

All the Taoist boys aggressively rolled up their sleeves and came up to carry Wukong together.

Twenty or thirty people hugged him back and forth, and only then did he lift him up a little bit.When they gritted their teeth one by one and tried their best to throw Wukong into the frying pan, they heard a hasty and immature voice coming from the direction of the mountain gate...

"Be merciful! Huh~ Great Immortal, be merciful! Huh~ Wait a minute... Huh~"

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine bluestone steps at the gate. Most people don’t take this road if they are lazy, and choose the small mountain road next to it to circle up. Stepping, sweating and disheveled.

The person who came was none other than Bai Zhizhi, the Chinchilla who disappeared without a trace after typhoid fever not long ago.

After recovering from her illness, she was afraid of being ruthlessly expelled again, so she followed the Buddhist scriptures group from afar.

The sun was too harsh at noon, so she went to the Earth Temple to rest, but heard a few chatters between the Land Lord and the Land Granny, saying that the Great Immortal of Wuzhuang Temple had captured the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and was currently torturing him!Hearing this, she was too scared, and only then did she know that the Buddhist scriptures group had encountered ginseng fruit.Although she understands that Wukong will find a way to save the master and the disciples in the end, but...if she can suffer less, she still hopes that he and they can be safe.

He is Sun Wukong, Monkey King, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth.

However, he also needs to be reluctant occasionally, right?

So, she risked her life again.

Everyone in the martial arts field has different expressions, and the most interesting one should be Sun Wukong, the great sage who is equal to heaven being carried by all the fairies.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, pursed her lips in displeasure, her Adam's apple twitched inexplicably, her eyes narrowed impatiently, her tail stiffened, and her ears were slightly red.

Wukong: "What are you doing here?"

Bajie: "Little mouse, save me!"

Zhen Yuanzi: "Who is under the rank?"

Zhizhi finally climbed up, cursing the person who built the bluestone steps ten thousand times in his heart, and then when he looked up, he only saw the "ragged clothes" + "five flowers tied up" and "spitting blood" the great saint, his eyes turned red, and he rubbed his eyes. Eyes just run away...

"Great Saint!"

Bajie/Zhenyuanzi: "..."

Wukong: "..."

Everyone's eyes are complicated. o (一_一) o It seems that a strange atmosphere spread all of a sudden, don't ask them why the torches in their hands are burning so high, they don't know.

Then the Taoist boys who carried Wukong silently put him down.

In fact, it is too heavy!Can it not be heavy?In the effort to move the mountain, Wukong added the weight of the stone pillar behind him to himself.

Wukong's eyes seemed to have stabbed the guilty Taoist boys several times.

Zhizhi, who rushed over, took the opportunity to check Wukong up and down.

Two legs, get√ a little stiff

Narrow waist, get√cough, slightly attractive lines

Chest, get√heart beating a little abnormally

Neck pulse, get√ blue veins are a little jumping

The back, get√... a little sensitive, just shook a little "Huh? Didn't you hurt?" After checking Wukong's whole body like a storm, Zhizhi stood on tiptoe, pinched the jaw of the Great Sage, and forced him to open his mouth. "Ah—let me see how your mouth is bleeding?"

Wukong was in a roller coaster mood at this moment, with ups and downs, and wanted to drive her away in a violent storm, but seeing her concerned and clean almond eyes, the strange numbness made him uncontrollably want to push (pu ) to open (dao) her.

In the end, all the mixed emotions receded, he just closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head slightly, looked at her with deep eyes, without any emotion, and only said coldly: "What are you doing? What are you doing here?"

Zhizhi was a little afraid of his appearance, unconsciously put his hands behind his back, and obediently took two steps back.Then "Deng Deng Deng" ran to the stone steps of Bai Hanyu, knelt straight, kowtowed three times earnestly, raised his head and asked, "Immortal, don't blow up Master Xuanzang and the Great Sage?"

Her eyes are persistent and clean, Tingting is like a white lotus.

The Great Immortal Zhenyuan pinched his beard and smiled slightly. He had just carefully observed the little girl's face, and she was bound to be a fairy, but even more so to be a Buddha.It would be great if you can recruit a young apprentice.

"This way is not deliberately embarrassing the monks and disciples of the Tang Dynasty. It's just that they are outrageous and deceitful. They push me to see the ginseng fruit tree. Even if I talk to them about the Western Heaven and see the Western Buddha, I will have to return the ginseng fruit tree. You have something to do with them. He Yuanyuan, why do you want to intercede for them?"

Zhizhi said earnestly: "The Great Sage overthrew your tree in a fit of anger. He was wrong. Immortals love trees very much. If we have a way to make ginseng and fruit trees come back to life, can we let Master and the others go west?" After all, she seriously planned to kowtow again.

The chicken pecking rice Zhizhi only kowtowed once before being held up by the collar and stood up, looking at the owner of that hand in surprise.

"Hmph, you sir are so petty! You've said so much, but what's so difficult about making the tree come back to life? Wouldn't it be much easier to say this earlier?" Standing beside her was the proud one The beautiful Monkey King, the blood red at the corner of his mouth has not been wiped off, and his clothes are also tattered, but it can't cover up the unruly aura on him at all.

There was a dark golden sparkle in his eyes, and he glanced at Zhizhi who knelt down and kowtowed to apologize for him, you know?You, make up your own mind.

Monkey King never said sorry.

Monkey King never admits mistakes.

The brown rope that bound Wukong was sprayed with water, it was as big as the mouth of a bowl, and now it broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.With just a twist, he broke free from the shackles. It can be seen that he could escape easily, but he accepted the punishment obediently and did not make any excuses.

The Great Sage Equaling Heaven has always stood upright and dared to act!

Zhen Yuanzi has practiced for thousands of years, and he is like a mirror in his heart. He also feels a little close to Wukong, who has heard the name "Monkey King Equaling Heaven" a long time ago.The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and seeking after the image is thousands of miles away.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and made an appointment with Wukong on the spot: "If the doctor can save your life, I will make friends with you and become a brother."

Wukong just smiled, please let his master and two younger brothers go first.

Wukong listened to Master Xuanzang's instructions again, and twisted a few Bajie who yelled that he would "go and never return, and run for his own life". Going to seek a way to bring the dead back to life, a girl as clean as a cloud was as anxious as a shooting star, and suddenly threw herself at his legs and fell into a somersault...

Looking back, frowning, "...Hey, what are you doing?"

Zhizhi grinned, and stared straight at him with two dark round eyes, as if wanting to look into his heart.

"Follow you to the ends of the earth..."

Wukong's face darkened immediately, and he raised his leg, wanting to kick her off.

Zhizhi closed his eyes, hugged Wukong's thigh tightly, and shouted hastily: "I know who can heal the fruit tree!"

And I don't know where the great sage and the little demon will [elope to the ends of the earth (← strike out)] to find the method of healing the tree, and how will they survive the catastrophe of Wuzhuang Temple?Please read the next chapter - looking for shooting stars at the ends of the earth, but Wukong in Abbot Mountain is frustrated.