[Journey to the West] Legend of the Little Demon

There is a poem that says: There is nothing in the Lingtai that is called clear, and there is no single thought in the solitude.It is said that after the scripture collection team bid farewell to Xiliang women's country, they walked all the way west, the leaves fell in the frost, and it was very cold in early winter.

On this day, they encountered a barren mountain blocking the road, and the group of people went up the mountain carefully. After passing the top of the mountain and descending the west slope, they were walking when a sound of gongs and drums came from both sides of the road, and then more than 30 strong men with knives and guns flashed out.

"Where is the monk going? Hurry up and leave the coils behind, so you don't die!" A bandit with big eyes, round eyes and thick brows shouted viciously while waving a long stick.

"Hey, this time they don't have eyes anymore, the thief met the ancestor of the thief! I think when our monkey brother Donghai snatched the Sea God Needle and the heavenly court stole the treasure, they didn't know where to get muddy!" Ba Jie laughed happily. Laughing, he kept talking to Wukong to make a move.

"Your Majesty, the poor monks, masters and apprentices usually make a living by begging for money, and don't get any money to give to the King. My Majesty Wanwang will make it easier for us to go there." As the leader of the Buddhist scriptures group, Xuanzang Naturally, he would do his part, not to mention that if it was his turn to come up to greet his emotionally unstable disciples, he would be done with one stick.

Amitabha, good is good.

"Nianxipi's bad luck! It's actually a poor monk who jingles!" The leader, Qingmian Tai Sui, spat fiercely and said impatiently: "If you really don't have any treasure, quickly take off your clothes and leave Get off the white horse, today I will be the host and let you live!"

"Hehehe, Junior Brother Sha, you said that our master really attracts people wherever he goes. Female goblins love his essence that has been stored for ten lives, and women ask to marry him when they give up the throne. Male goblins love his body. Now even big men are pointing at Master to ask him to take off his clothes! You say our Master is hehehe..." Bajie is also afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and runs the train with his mouth full.

Although Xuanzang's expression turned pale when he heard this, he still discussed with the thieves in a friendly manner whether they should be spared and spared.

How can those strong people let go of the deal they got?One of the one-eyed, scarred gangsters swung a rattan stick and rushed over to watch.

Bajie led the white dragon horse early, grabbed the master and retreated to the second line. Wukong with a cold face made a deceitful step to stand in the front. There was also a trace of brutal and warlike excitement in his eyes.

"What a hard bone!" The thief exclaimed in shock.

Wukong didn't answer, but just lowered his head slightly, stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, with an indescribable evil in his expression.

The gang of thieves panicked when they saw it, but they had been bandits for many years, and they still had courage and blood, so they all gathered around and aimed at Wu Yitong to hack.

Wukong didn't dodge or dodge, and when their first round of attacks stopped, he felt the golden cudgel the size of an embroidery needle in his ear, held it between his fingers, and saw that the embroidery needle turned into a stick in the blink of an eye. The bowl is as thick as an iron rod.

In that room, Xuanzang was riding a horse, protected by Bajie and Drifting Monk. He was running eastward when he felt that he had run far enough, so he grabbed the reins and called to Bajie: "Wu Neng, hurry up and talk to your senior brother." , ask him to be merciful and not kill those robbers!"

Bajie muttered unhappily: "Those robbers blocked the road and robbed. I don't know how many sins they have committed. Brother Hou killed them to eliminate their evil karma. Your compassion is too overflowing, old man."

Xuanzang's expression changed when he heard the words, and he said in a solemn voice: "If Wukong adds more crimes, even if he reads the scriptures three times a day, it will not help! Hurry up and go!" Since leaving Xiliang, Wukong's temperament It became cloudy and uncertain, and sometimes even overly violent. Xuanzang was keenly aware of the presence of the evil spirit, silently chose the most remote and sparsely populated road, and extended the daily homework time for reciting the Qingxin Sutra.Alas, I'm afraid that the person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell is useless after all.

Only then did Bajie put away his dishonest face, picked up the nine-tooth nail palladium and hurried back.

"It's just that you are low in nature, so you met me by accident." Wukong let them hit me another fifty or sixty times on the spot. After enough tickling, he snorted and sneered, and suddenly spread out the stick, "You are also tired from beating, take your turn." It's my grandson!" The seven or eight zhang long golden cudgel swung in front of him, knocking down the people in the circle in front of him to the ground, all of them vomited blood, struggled a few times and then remained silent.

Another threatened and cursed: "Ge Laozi! Instead of asking for money, he killed my brother! Today I discipline you to pay with your life!"

Wukong took a step forward and swung his stick again. Four or five people met Hades again, "Don't worry, wait for me to call one by one, and send all of you brothers down to be good fellows."

When Bajie came trotting all the way, Wukong just hit the third round, one stick at a time, and his head exploded.

"Hey! Brother, master told you not to beat anyone to death!"

There were only one or two who left their guns and abandoned their sticks, fleeing for their lives in all directions, Wukong lost interest and didn't want to chase any more, so he put away the golden cudgel, and walked towards Bajie casually, "Bajie, where did I kill someone?" Gently pursed his lower lip, half-smile.

"Then why did they lie down?" Bajie, who was twisting away with Wukong's arms around him, looked back unwillingly.

"Oh, the others ran away, they were tired and sleeping." Wukong didn't even bat an eyelid.

Bajie is not the stupid Monk Sha, when he saw the sticky white saliva on the corpse's head with his sharp eyes, he was shocked, and said a word straight out of his mouth, "You beat their brains out!" Out!"

"Oh, is that so? Why do I think it's tofu?" Wukong stopped, looked back in a vague way, and then looked at Bajie with a deep smile.

"Hehe... My old pig looks like tofu. One or two of them suffered from the plague. They stayed up late last night and didn't go home to sleep. Instead, they lay down on the curb of the main road, and the villagers saw it. It's a joke." Bajie's squinted eyes flashed, and he said that he was filled with righteous indignation.

Wukong raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and nodded meaningfully to Bajie, and the two brothers went back to the scene of the incident in a tacit understanding, and began to bury the corpse.

Soon, this little episode was quickly forgotten like a few small dirt bumps suddenly rising on the road.The Buddhist scriptures group continued to walk west along the main road, and at dusk they came to a villa. Xuanzang signaled that it was getting late, and they would stay overnight here tonight.

The owner of the villa is an old couple with a five or six-year-old child. They are charitable and hospitable. After explaining their intentions, the scripture learning team not only arranged a delicious and rich vegetarian meal, but also thoughtfully lighted the lamp to accompany Xuanzang and others after the meal. People sat around the fire, made tea and chatted.

It's just that during the back and forth conversations, something went wrong with the small talk.It turned out that although the old man was virtuous, he had a disobedient son who specialized in robbing houses, killing people and setting fires.The old man said that he went out five days ago and has not returned yet.

When Bajie heard the words, he only buried his head in drinking tea, and his heart was in a bad mood. He was afraid that Brother Hou would kill his son with a stick.Looking at Wukong again, he has a paralyzed face where the old god is showing his emotions and anger, and the whole person is even worse... I can still be regarded as an accomplice!

Xuanzang was only trying to comfort the two elders, how could he know that his disciple had already committed murder, and even dealt with him in private without telling him! ?Instead, he turned back to the wing room and slept peacefully. When the ugly-looking Bajie tactfully expressed to him his lofty realization that he hoped to hurry on his way to learn the scriptures as soon as possible, he didn't notice anything strange.

Besides, the gang of thieves that Wukong killed in the daytime did have the old man's son, but it was among the few who escaped.The few people they escaped from the death got together again, and they chose to go back to the old man's house to temporarily settle down to discuss revenge plans.

A group of people were clamoring for hunger, so the old man's son washed rice to cook, and went to the backyard to get firewood to the kitchen. He happened to see the white dragon horse in the stable, and every minute he dropped the firewood to discuss with the brothers.

In this room they planned to kill Xuanzang's master and apprentice in the dark. The old man who got up at night heard the sound of sharpening knives and woke up Xuanzang and the others in a panic.

"Hey, Elder Tang, why did you provoke my son and his group of cronies? They knew you were here, and they were sharpening their knives and saying that they wanted to kill you to avenge your blood! The old man couldn't bear your suffering, so he quickly packed his bags, I'll send you to leave early through the back door!" The old man of the Yang family spoke with sincerity, and Xuanzang was very grateful to him, and immediately left with his three disciples Xingye.He didn't want to trouble this well-meaning couple any more.

When the sky was about to dawn at five o'clock, Xuanzang pulled the white dragon horse to a gradual stop and hurried on the road. He got off the horse, frowned and sat down under the boulder by the roadside. He calmed down for a long time before suppressing his anger and calm down Shouted loudly: "Wukong, Bajie, come here!"

Ba Jie knew that something was wrong when he saw Master's posture, his legs went limp, his eyes turned red, Ma Liu ran over, knelt down with a plop, hugged Xuan Zang's leg, and only kept shouting: "Master, Ba Jie!" Jie knew it was wrong! Your old man will spare me this time!"

Wukong stood stubbornly on the spot, his eyes cold and silent.He didn't think he was wrong, for a vicious person like that, it was too little to kill one, and not enough to kill a pair, he was just doing justice for the heavens.At most, the burial of the corpse afterwards was not very open and aboveboard. Speaking of which, wasn't he still afraid that Master would recite the magic spell?

A disciple who is rebellious and rebellious from time to time, and a disciple who is cunning and cunning to see the wind, Xuanzang is also very tiring to be a master.It doesn't matter, what he lacks most is the patience to guide people to be good, and he can teach slowly.

Adhering to the idea of ​​early detection, early rescue and early salvation, Xuanzang, who teaches according to his aptitude, chooses to teach Bajie to further repent of his mistakes, but the old cow is still pulling the slow train, while the robbers are already chasing after him with shining swords up...

Wukong, who had extraordinary hearing, glanced at the master and juniors who were chanting devoutly, and quietly ran away.

Xuanzang, who was sitting in meditation, slowly opened his eyes, frowned and thought for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the direction where Wukong disappeared, leaving Bajie and Wujing who were still reciting the mantra of rebirth in place.

Turning around, Xuanzang was suddenly shocked by the brutal scene in front of him!

The robbers who were chasing were all slashing at their own people one by one, and a group of people were beaten to pieces, leaving countless injuries.Wukong sat carelessly on a big rock, eating bananas carelessly, acting as if he didn't care about the massacre in front of him!

Spell!Definitely a spell!Xuanzang, who was in great pain, walked quickly to Wukong, and before he could tell Wukong to stop, Wukong sneered and threw the banana peel in his hand behind him, raised his hand as a gesture of surrender, and said innocently: "Master, they fought by themselves. , I didn't tell them to kill each other."

Xuanzang suddenly blushed from choking, and pointed at the red-eyed robbers with shaking fingers, unable to speak, "He, did they act like this for no reason?" Stepping into the crowd, it seems that he intends to use his own strength to transform the evil people.

What a stubborn monk.

"Master," Wukong immediately grabbed Xuanzang's cassock, "I just tell them to stop."

"You!" How dare you say it wasn't you? "Hmph!" Xuanzang flicked his cassock and waved Wukong's hand away.

"This time I was wronged. They wanted to steal money, so I gave them money." Wukong took the time to explain slowly, with a calm expression on his face, this time he completely followed the method taught by his master to deal with it. Yes, the soft policy.

"They started to kill themselves because of the uneven distribution of spoils. You are always blaming me, a person who broke the money to prevent disasters. Hehe, is it because I didn't give enough?" Now Wukong said three sentences and two and a half sentences with a gun in his mouth. It's great, and half of the sentence is a very unpleasant "hehe".Temperament is really awkward.

Xuanzang looked at him, and Wukong looked back frankly.

Xuanzang continued to look at him worriedly, Wukong's eyes started to flicker, and he wanted to avoid it.

Xuanzang looked at him with compassion, and sighed, Wukong hurriedly missed Xuanzang's eye contact, jumped off the stone, and waved his hand to perform a freeze spell on the group of people not far away.

It is said to be the body-holding technique, but in fact there is only one person who is fixed, Lao Yang's disobedient son.The others were either on their way to see the King of Hades, or were going to see the King of Hades after taking a breath or two.Old Yangtou's son also thanked his father for entertaining Xuanzang and the others last night, and kindly let them go, otherwise he would not be entitled to Wukong's "special treatment".

When Xuanzang stood among the dead, he felt the darkness of human nature and the pain on his skin.This time, what can he blame Wukong?Benevolence, righteousness and kindness are not an excuse to make the wicked more confident.

Is there no way?No, there are still, as long as he can go to the Western Lingshan to obtain Mahayana Buddhism, he will be able to cleanse the souls of the world, free the world from the sea of ​​suffering, and create a world of great harmony and harmony!Xuanzang stood in the blood, and exhaled deeply the turbid air that was pressing on his chest.

The most urgent task now is to solve Wukong's problem. Xuanzang has been thinking about how to talk to him these days, but today is the best time.

After thinking about it, Xuanzang called Wukong who was about to leave, looked at him who turned around with a gloomy face, and said solemnly: "The monk cultivates the heart, your heart is already messed up."

Wukong's face sank when he heard this, he frowned and remained silent.

Xuanzang sighed helplessly when he saw his appearance, "Living in this world is like being among thorns. If your heart does not move, people do not move rashly. If you don't move, you will not be hurt; if your heart moves, people will move rashly, which will hurt your body and bones. I have experienced all kinds of pain in the world. Now that I have a knot in my heart, why not untie it early?"

Wukong thought about what his master meant, but he couldn't help but feel troubled. He looked away indifferently, and said in a low voice as if mocking himself, "It's okay if you untie it, and nothing will happen if you don't untie it."

Xuanzang picked up a gun from the ground, wiped off the blood stains on it, and started digging a pit in earnest. We can't let the robbers die in the wilderness, right?He's not destroying corpses!He then recited the mantra ten times to them.

Wukong raised his eyebrows and glanced at his overbearing master, turned around and planned to leave. He is not such a kind person, but he can call Bajie and Drifting over to help.

"I don't know what will happen to you, but for me, the worst thing is to have fewer apprentices." Xuanzang, who was digging the hole, said lightly.

But Wukong's figure froze in place, he turned his head in astonishment, and the holy monk Xuanzang was still standing in the blood field of Shura, nodding slightly to him...

There is such a kind of person who is destined to be looked up to as a belief.

When Bajie and Drifting led the white dragon horse and carried their luggage to search for them, when they saw the corpses everywhere and the silent master, they immediately made up the phrase "Wukong, who became angry from embarrassment and refused to admit his mistake, went mad and killed all the robbers, the master was so angry Eliminate hatred and chase the monkey king" drama!

Bajie poked Wujing, who was in a panic, and Wujing hurriedly asked, "Master, master, where is Brother Monkey going?"

Xuanzang raised his head, glanced at the east, shook his head, and said lightly: "I let your elder brother go away. Oh, Wu Neng, Wu Jing, let's bury them with my teacher. Oh, there is still a way to untie This benefactor's immobilization technique, he should have been terrified."

Was it frightened by Brother Hou when he went crazy, or because he saw the miserable state of Brother Monkey when he was tortured by the curse?Bajie and Wujing looked at each other dumbfounded, swallowed silently, rolled up their sleeves and joined the digging team.

After a long time, "Wu Neng, you may be a big brother in the future, what happened today must never happen again, remember?" Xuanzang who spoke suddenly shocked his other disciples again.

Bajie looked dazed: Am I a big brother?So fantastic...

The Drifting Monk looked disillusioned: Master really drove away the elder brother...

The motionless son of the Yang family stared wide-eyed, watching the bag of gold in his hand turn into a monkey hair, his canthus tearing open: Mother!indivual!West!match!of!

The scripture learning group with different thoughts packed up their things and walked westward for most of the day, and finally found a shabby house before midnight and took a rest for the night.

In the dilapidated house, Bajie, who had undertaken the task of going out to make fasting meals, had not returned for a long time. Seeing Xuanzang's hunger and thirst, Drifting finally couldn't help but jumped up and said, "Master, wait a minute, I'll go and urge him right away." The second senior brother is back." After saying that, Drifting took his magic wand and headed towards Nanshan.

But Xuanzang stayed alone by the fire in the dilapidated house, doing evening class quietly.

Suddenly there was a loud sound in the grass-grown courtyard, and then someone slowly entered the house.

Xuanzang leaned forward and stood up, but he saw Wukong who left earlier was looking at him with dark eyes, and the jumping flames cast dark and dark lights on his face.

"Wukong, why did you come back?" Xuanzang asked in surprise, taking two steps forward.

"Real fruit! True fruit! Hehe, I want to teach him that he can't achieve real fruit!" The traveler suddenly changed his face, angry and annoyed, and swung the Ruyi golden cudgel in his hand, seeing that the stick was about to hit Xuanzang's forehead directly. !

Before long, the white dragon horse broke through the shackles of the broken fence, neighed and kicked its front hooves, and caught Wukong's stick alive, but was knocked off the entire iron hoof.

Xuanzang was so intimidated by the menacing force that he couldn't speak. It seemed that Wukong had no intention of stopping, and approached step by step with a golden cudgel.

However, when Wukong saw Xuanzang's benevolent face, he felt a little pity in his heart, because after that, he just knocked Xuanzang unconscious to the ground with a stick, and silently picked up the two green felt bundles on the ground , After finding the customs clearance documents, I stuffed them into my arms, drove somersault clouds, and then disappeared.

But at this time in the Zizhu Mountain in the South China Sea, another Wukong stood in front of Avalokitesvara who was going to hold a meeting, and directly asked his sharp questions.

"My memory under Wuzhi Mountain is your fault."

He came to fetch something.