[Journey to the West] Legend of the Little Demon

The burning bronze oil lamps on both sides of the stone wall illuminated the passageway as brightly as day, and a lean and tall black shadow was projected on the wall, stretched and shortened repeatedly.

Thanks to Zhizhi, Wukong, who had regained his freedom, turned into a dragon leaning on the sea, lowered his head cautiously, and was walking up the stone ladder to the front cave.The two Jinyinjiao brothers are not weak in skill, and they are not sure how many high-level Pokmon they have in their hands. Wukong knows that if he wants to save his master and his juniors from retreating, he can only rely on outsmarting rather than recklessly.

After turning a corner, a monkey with long hands and long legs and a refreshing smile sat on the last stone ladder.

Seeing him appear, Liu Er raised his eyebrows provocatively, grinned at him and made a face, then raised his hand and threw the purple gold gourd in his hand to Wukong.

"Monkey King, don't lose." Liu Er said.

His transformation technique failed?Not really.Wukong frowned slightly, and the purple gold gourd had fallen firmly into the outstretched palm.

In addition to the relationship between the two people who is like a master-student and not like a master-student, there is also a setting in it that looks like a confidant and a destined enemy-I can't see you, but I can't see it either You're not good.It's really hard to explain, it's puzzling.

Wukong curled his lips into a chuckle, neither thanking nor refusing, he accepted it magnanimously, and passed the six ears of the gift with his long legs.Anyway, he has already been charged with defrauding the treasure gourd, and now that the treasure gourd falls into his hands, it is just that the crime has been confirmed so that he will not be wronged.Besides, knowing how powerful Zijin Gourd is, but refusing to use it?Tch, Sun Wukong is not stupid.

Looking back at Wukong's back as he walked away, Liu Er took out his favorite peach from his bosom, sat on the spot and ate two or three mouthfuls, then stood up leisurely, and chose the opposite stone that Wukong left. Go in the direction.

Whatever Xiaobai wants to do, he is willing to help, whether it's working as an undercover agent among the monsters, or in the sutra learning group.But at the same time, he also has a little opinion of his own. Since Sun Wukong wants to go to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures, then this great ambition should be fulfilled.

Well, he is such a good monkey who takes care of everyone's thoughts.

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It was only a few tens of hours away from the all-in-one-catch scriptures group, and the scene of the joyful group of demons celebrating their achievements had turned into a post-disaster lotus cave where little demons fled everywhere in a mess.

A small white hand opened the cloth curtain painted with gossip and Tai Chi pictures, and creaked into the hall of the Lotus Cave surrounded by fireworks.

The gold and silver brothers are also really dedicated to their duties, love their jobs and work hard, and never forget to hone their professional skills when they are in the world.They set up two alchemy furnaces, one gold and one silver, in the spacious main hall, and they concentrated on burning the alchemy furnace while waiting for Tang Sanzang.Especially in the midsummer season in the world, the stove makes the whole lotus cave very hot, like a big sauna that makes people sweat and detoxify uncontrollably.

Jinyinjiao is used to the high-temperature working environment and never feels hot, but the little monsters who suffer from the heat and the cold, especially now, the two alchemy furnaces are overthrown by the troublesome Wukong, and the Martians are 360 ​​degrees in all directions. Roasting all the creatures in the cave.

Zhizhi walked slowly to the stone pillar where Master Xuanzang and Junior Brother Sha were bound, took out a wet sweat towel, and wiped off the sweat from his forehead.

It’s really not that she misses the Great Sage Hei, every time he fights monsters, the fighting cells in his body are excited, completely and completely forgetting the master and juniors who are waiting for him to save, if it weren’t for Master Xuanzang’s blessing Fate is big, and she, a hard-working cheater, occasionally helps out. I don't know how many times he has to rescue a master who is missing an arm and a leg, and hugs and cries!

Zhizhi regretfully took out the golden rope that had been broken in two from his sleeve, and threw it towards the dizzy Bajie and the bound Junior Brother Sha, and acted first to tie the two fighting forces firmly so that they would not wait later. The dog bit Lu Dongbin.Then she took the reins of the white dragon horse and led the master and apprentice to hide elsewhere.

In the slightly brighter and cleaner cave, Zhizhi sat on a stone bench, reading a sincere "family letter" by candlelight - it was brought over by the pigeons dragged by the big and small brothers of Heifengshan.

Bajie, who was limp from the hot bath, was lying on the ground humming, Drifting stared tiger-eyed and vigilantly watched every move of Zhizhi in his silly smile, and Xuanzang, who was serious and closed his eyes, was chanting sutras.

"Master, you recite the scriptures so devoutly every day. Is there anything in the scriptures worthy of your belief?" Whether it's the days when you listened to the Buddhist principles at the foot of the Tathagata Buddha in Lingshan, or huddled next to Master Xuanzang to listen to the scriptures, She was in a drowsy, half-asleep state.

Xuanzang had just finished reading a passage, when he heard that he opened his eyes as calm as lake water, looked lightly at Zhizhi who did not know when he was sitting opposite him with a small horse, and said in a gentle tone: "Amitabha. The scriptures are the basis of faith. The accumulated things, outsiders like Bai Shizhu, really don't have much value for reciting. It's just a poor monk who devotes himself to serving the Buddha, wishing to realize the Dao from it."

Zhizhi held his chin and seemed to think about it for a while, and then he seemed to mention it casually, and easily asked the thing that had never been let go in his heart: "The story of Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly in the Warring States period, the master thinks that Zhuangzi dreamed that he became a butterfly. Butterflies, or butterflies dreaming that they have become Zhouzhuang?"

Since she "encountered" the Dapeng Garuda some time ago, not only the memory of the time living in Lingshan came up more and more clearly, but also the memory of the whole Chinchilla stage came alive.

She remembered the day when she started to "disorder" in Wuzhishan.

The glazed cup that fell from the sky hit the Great Sage, and was bounced off by the Great Sage's Iron Head Kung Fu, and then smashed to death the "it" who was sitting down with his head up.The crushed Chinchilla had a dream, dreaming that it left Wuzhi Mountain and turned into a talking human girl with ten fingers.In the 21st century, reborn, she watched the cartoon "Journey to the West", ate ice cream, made an airplane, climbed a skyscraper, and had a father and a mother.Then she died again, was hit to death by a car, and passed through to a chinchilla at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

So, did Chinchilla become her, went to modern times and then returned to the Tang Dynasty, or did she travel to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain and become Bai Zhizhi instead of Chinchilla?Alas, every time she struggles with this problem, she feels very melancholy!Metaphysical philosophical thinking has never been her forte.

Xuanzang closed his eyes, bowed his head and saluted, and said slowly after pinching a sentence of the Buddha's name: "Benefactor Bai, the Buddha said: All living beings' thoughts are separated and attached to false appearances, so they are called false thoughts, and they are said to be driven by false appearances. Also; or it is difficult to know whether it is false, let the thoughts go on and on again and again, causing the false appearance to disturb the mind, so it is called false thought, and it is said that the false appearance arises with the thought..."

Zhizhi felt silly when he heard it, shook his head in confusion, and smiled innocently and innocently, "Master, your Buddhist teachings are smooth, but I can't remember them with my small brain. Please wait for me to get a pen and paper, please be careful." Write down all your words carefully, and slowly understand them when you have something to do." He stood up as he spoke, as if he really wanted to find a pen and paper.

After the twitching, Bajie interrupted faintly: "Little mouse, why don't you prepare a pen and paper for your grandpa pig, and write a suicide note for me to my daughter-in-law, Cuilan, and tell her not to be stupid and wait for me." , just say that I was nen to death by you, and I can't go back!"

There seemed to be helplessness in Xuanzang's eyes, he looked at Zhizhi and shook his head with a wry smile, "Sowing is like the cause, reaping like the fruit, everything is created by the heart. Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly are bound together, so with the butterfly is that there is me in you, and you in me, It’s called the unity of the Dao. As long as you, the benefactor, can establish your original mind, not to be trapped by external objects, not to be disturbed by distracting thoughts in your heart, what does it matter how the appearance changes?”

Zhizhi smiled, Master Xuanzang's words are much more plain and easy to understand~ This is human speech~ She summed up, the main meaning is just one sentence, and told her not to think about these things, just do it Until he insists that Wukong will not relax, and the roots are in the heart of idiot (v), all difficulties will naturally be solved.Anyway, Bai Zhizhi is her, and she is Bai Zhizhi.

(Xuanzang: ...the poor monk did not say that.)

After the psychological enlightenment, Zhi Zhi felt refreshed, got up and waved goodbye to them, humming the color he learned from somewhere, full of eighteen touches, and strolled away.

The story is divided into two parts, on Pingdingshan, the two brothers Wukong and Jinyinjiao are fighting wits and courage, you come and go.

The clean bottle hits the treasure gourd, the golden cudgel supports the Seven Star Sword, the indestructible body of King Kong and the fiery eyes firmly restrain the plantain fan that can inflame the flames, Jinyinjiao has been defeated repeatedly in repeated battles, retreating steadily, losing the city and land, and the backyard is on fire. It really means that there are as many embarrassments as there are.

In that room, Wukong was chasing after him, holding the purple gold gourd and the fresh bottle in his arms, holding the golden hoop and shouting, "Don't go, monsters! Fight for three hundred rounds!" The two Yin brothers were crying so hard that they couldn't make a sound.What are you doing!What are you doing!Why do you keep chasing them?Are they also good guys with self-respect?

Desperate, the two brothers huddled on the top of the mountain and cried, pointing to the sky and "greeting" to the peach gangster who caused them to such a degree.

But Wukong played with the Jinyinjiao brothers for a long time like a cat catching a mouse, and now seeing that their fighting spirit and competitive spirit have been completely wiped out, it feels very boring.He turned somersaulting clouds, stood among the colorful clouds in the sky, held up the purple gold gourd, pointed at the two burning brothers who were crying in a mess on the top of the mountain, and shouted loudly: "Golden horn, silver horn king!"

The Jinyinjiao brothers were in a trance, thinking it was their own little demon calling, the two of them turned their heads in unison to answer, but the result was naturally a "swish -" and Zijin Gourd took it away.

Wukong, who had taken away the roadblocker, made a somersault down the cloud and landed on the top of Pingdingshan. He picked up the Seven Star Sword and held it in his hand to examine it. Liu Er casually said: "This sword is not bad, do you lack any weapons?" That face was filled with his incomparable self-confidence and arrogance.

The six ears folded their arms and shook their heads with a smile, their eyes were curved, bright and dazzling.Either he doesn't want a weapon, or he wants to use one that is a thousand times or ten thousand times stronger than his Ruyi Golden Cudgel!What emanates from his body is a high-spirited, hopeful and energetic aura that is as dazzling as the sun but never hurts anyone.

On the top of the mountain, two people with completely different feelings have the same face, looking at each other silently.

At this moment, an old man with white beard and hair rode a green bull through the layers of white clouds from the outer sky, and walked slowly towards the direction of Pingdingshan, only to hear him shout: "Hey! Sun Monkey, give me back my baby and the boy who burned the fire!" !"