The Monkey King

Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple.

Under the sun, huge banyan trees block out the sky, and the green lawn is as gorgeous as a picture scroll.

Monks in twos and threes are scattered everywhere, either chanting sutras or drinking tea and discussing Taoism.

In the distance, towering pagodas loomed, and a few birds glided past in the sky.

Samantabhadra and his two disciples strode along the path. The monks who passed by stopped one by one and silently bowed to him.

From a distance, Samantabhadra saw Manjusri, Zhengfaming, and Lingji sitting cross-legged under the big tree.

Walking towards them step by step, Puxian bowed and sat down, waving his hands casually, indicating that his two disciples could leave.

Zheng Faming, who was lowering his head and closing his eyes, slightly raised his head to look at Puxian and said, "You're back?"

"came back."

"how?"

Puxian smiled helplessly and said: "The girl was found out without even passing the first test. It seems that she still underestimated her."

"You are looking down on Taishang Laojun and Subhuti." Lingji said leisurely: "Even if the disciples trained by these two people are spoiled, how can you fool them casually?"

Puxian shook his sleeves, raised his head and said, "It's just a small setback. We'll just fight again."

"It is true that you will never look back until you hit the wall." Manjusri shook his head teasingly and said: "I admit defeat. Although the golden cicada in this life has not yet achieved great success, in terms of the path to universal salvation, it is better than it was ten lives ago. But my understanding has deepened."

"Whether it is deep or not is unknown." Samantabhadra reached out and took the beads from Manjusri's hand, and said meaningfully: "Who is following him now and is not sinking into the sea of ​​suffering? Who has he saved?"

Zheng Faming put his hands together and said calmly: "Let's go. Let's see."

…

Under the sun, the monkey stood on the hillside and looked quietly at the village ahead, his brows furrowed tightly.

"A detour?" Tianpeng snorted coldly: "So the Great Sage also sometimes takes a detour?"

The monkey immediately glanced at him, then turned to look at Xuanzang who was riding a horse and said: "This village is a bit strange, like a Buddhist illusion, but it doesn't seem to be the same. Maybe someone has laid a plan for us. There is really no need to take risks. .”

Xuanzang shook his head slowly. Holding the reins, he spurred the white horse to spin in circles. Looking at the village from a distance, he said: "On this journey, we must not be afraid of hardships."

"It makes sense for you to say that. But think about it. If it weren't for the fluctuations of the magic formation, I would treat it as an ordinary village. If it were true or false, either Tathagata came in person, or he used something powerful Magic weapon. And if the entire village is transformed by illusion, then there is no need to cross it. Why bother?"

"Then there will be the one who casts the spell."

As he spoke, Xuanzang clamped his legs together and spurred the white horse forward slowly.

"Are we going in like this?" The black bear spirit pointed at his face and asked in a low voice.

Monkey waved his hand and said: "It's just like this, I'm too lazy to change."

As he spoke, he transformed into a golden cudgel and held it in his hand, and followed quickly.

Suddenly, seeing this monk running down the mountain with a monkey and a huge black bear spirit, the whole village was in chaos, and the villagers dropped their work and ran back.

Xuanzang quickly stopped his horse, looked back at the monkey, and shouted loudly: "Dear donors, the poor monk came from the east to obtain scriptures from the west, and he just passed by here. There is no need to panic!"

While he was talking, the monkey had already followed him. He held his golden hoop and looked at the panicked villagers and said leisurely: "The pretense is quite similar."

Xuanzang asked softly: "How sure is the Great Sage that they are illusions?"

"About fifty percent."

After saying this, Xuanzang immediately dismounted, turned around and said, "I'll go over and talk to them, poor monk. Don't go over there yet, don't scare them."

"What if something happens to you?"

"If something happens, it's fate." Taking a deep breath, Xuanzang rolled up his sleeves and walked step by step towards the huddled villagers.

At this moment, the monkey had slowly gathered his spiritual energy, ready to attack at any time if there was any abnormal movement.

As the distance between Xuanzang and the villager got closer and closer, the others unconsciously prepared for battle and silently paid attention to the movements around them.

Step by step, Xuanzang walked to within a foot of the villagers. He clasped his hands together and said, "Excuse me, who is the village chief?"

The dozen or so villagers gathered together looked at Xuanzang in horror.

After a while, a hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd.

"I...I am."

The villagers quickly made way for an aisle, and a hunchbacked old man on crutches slowly walked out.

The old man trembled and swallowed dryly, looked at Xuanzang and said softly: "Are you a human or a monster?"

"The poor monk is a human being."

"What about them?" the old man asked, pointing to the monkey and black bear spirit behind Xuanzang.

"It's a demon."

At this answer, the villagers panicked again and all took a step back.

Xuanzang said quickly: "However, they will never harm you."

"They are monsters. If you are with them, you must be a monster too——! Who believes what you say?" someone in the crowd screamed.

Suddenly, everyone nodded, and the look of fear became more intense.

Xuanzang quickly smiled and said: "Donors, please don't worry, we are just passing by and staying overnight. We will never hurt you."

However, no matter how he explained it, if he took a step forward, the villagers would take a step back.

…

In the small room, Qingxin held a palm-sized Bagua with a shimmering light and was already smiling.

"Is this monk sick? Is this the only person that senior brother is going to protect?"

Yuxuan leaned against the window and squinted her eyes, watching carefully, and said softly: "He probably wants to have a good talk with those villagers. Unfortunately, these villagers were all changed by you, so there is no way he can convince him."

As she said that, she glanced to the other side, looked at the monkey from a distance, and sighed: "Uncle Wukong, he looks much better than before."

"Have you known my senior brother before?"

"I know him. I almost became his disciple." Yuxuan took a deep breath and said a little lonely: "At that time, I was still in Kunlun Mountain, and I got into some trouble because of my junior sister. Haha... just now When we met, I was in the state of Nashen. Master Wukong was also in the state of Nashen. But he was the master's disciple. As long as I worshiped him as my master, I could leave Kunlun Mountain and save my life, so at that time I wanted to worship him. As a master. It’s a pity that he refused, and he happened to meet the master Ling Yunzi... It was only at the instigation of Master Wukong that the master accepted me as his disciple."

"Then what was he like before?"

"Before? In the past, there was always a murderous look in his eyes, and he was not afraid of anything."

"Yes. It is true that he is not afraid of heaven and earth. The three realms were almost destroyed by him, and the heaven was brought to his end. My Supreme Master almost died because of him."

"Master Qingxin doesn't like Master Wukong?"

Qingxin thought for a while and replied: "I can't say I hate him, but I definitely can't say I like him. He is so capable of causing trouble that he is simply a natural disaster."

"Then how can you blame him?" Yuxuan covered her mouth and giggled, and whispered: "If it was really his fault alone. How could the uncles from Xie Yue Sanxing Cave go out to Huaguo Mountain to help he?"

"Yes." Qingxin muttered in a low voice: "And all nine of them have died and have not been resurrected until now. As a result, everyone in Xianyue Sanxing Cave except the master calls me uncle."

"There were some things you didn't know at that time." Yuxuan looked at the monkey from a distance and whispered: "Uncle Wukong was really driven crazy at that time. He had reached the point where he didn't care and wanted to follow Taishang Laojun. Die together. That’s why we did those things.”

Qingxin raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Really? Why do I feel like he is forcing others?"

"Next, it's time for you to show up."

"Don't show up yet." Qingxin raised her head and said leisurely: "Master's exotic mirror is much better than Samantabhadra's illusion. Although it can't hurt anyone, senior brother still won't be able to see through it for a while. Let's just watch the show slowly. Well, when is the time to go out?"

…

At this time, Xuanzang, with his sharp tongue, finally told the village chief that his group was harmless. Unfortunately, he nodded and believed. When he talked about staying overnight, the villagers shook their heads.

It took a long time again. The village chief finally pointed to a dilapidated thatched hut at the entrance of the village and said: "Since you said you don't mind the conditions, why not just live there. It's just for one night anyway."

After saying that, all the villagers looked at Xuanzang anxiously.

Xuanzang looked back, nodded silently, clasped his hands together and said, "Then, the poor monk will thank the village chief on behalf of all my friends."

…

At night, Xuanzang lit the borrowed oil lamp in the thatched house and hung it high on the dilapidated pillar.

The small thatched house looked only two feet wide and one foot long. The stacked farm tools had just been taken away by the villagers. The ground was covered with sand. When you raised your head, you could even see the stars.

Fortunately it didn't rain, otherwise the roof would definitely leak.

Passing by Xuanzang, Xiao Bailong muttered leisurely: "What's the difference between this and sleeping in the open?"

"It doesn't matter." Xuanzang sighed softly: "If a poor monk wants to understand the way of universal salvation, he naturally has to go among the crowd. If he is to escape from the world, what is the use of this universal salvation?"

"Maybe it's all illusion here."

"If it's an illusion, then wait until the person who cast the spell comes out and ask clearly." Xuanzang replied casually.

At this time, the monkey was still quietly exploring around the village.

Although there was no definite evidence, he always felt that something was wrong with the entire village.

In the room, Yuxuan asked cautiously: "Uncle Wukong can't you feel us?"

"You can't believe in the master's magic weapon?"

"You can trust me, but you were able to see through Samantabhadra's illusions before. Master Wukong is knowledgeable, so maybe..."

Qingxin smiled and said: "Mine and his are two different illusions. Samantabhadra is an illusion that requires people to operate it. If you don't know everything, there will always be mistakes. It's impossible for me to make mistakes. As long as he doesn’t catch us directly, he’ll never find out.”

Before he finished speaking, he heard the door being kicked open with a "bang".

The two were startled and quickly turned around.

"Finally found it." Outside the door, the monkey leaned on the golden hoop and let out a long sigh: "Who are you, and who sent you here? To be honest, I can spare your life." (To be continued~ ^~)

PS: That's right... I owe 16,000. This hatred lasts forever... I'm too embarrassed to ask for a monthly ticket...