The Monkey King

The night wind blew slowly.

Several people not far away, including the seriously injured Miao Jie, were all pretending to sleep.

Canopy looked at the monkey with some surprise.

The monkey's eyes really told him that the monkey was sincerely asking for advice.

Although Xiao Bailong talks nonsense, will Yang Chan really do this? What's more, she was still suppressed by Yang Jian at the foot of Huashan Mountain. Even if Yang Chan was willing, Yang Jian would have to be willing.

These two people are very familiar with Tianpeng. No matter how you think about it...it cannot be said that it is completely impossible. Everything in this world is possible, but the possibility is extremely low.

But the monkey in front of him was completely messed up. Even a very low possibility was enough to make him restless and lose his sense of proportion.

"Whatever you say, just say it."

"But..." Monkey reached out and rubbed his eyes, then scratched his head: "I really don't know what to say..."

"What were you originally going to tell her?"

"I originally planned to..." Monkey paused while scratching his head.

What did you originally plan to say?

Originally, he planned to settle everything, end all dangers and all problems, and then appear cleanly in front of her and beg for her forgiveness.

At that time, whether she wanted to hit or scold her, she would have to hold her back and cling to her. No need for any face. Even if he wanted to kowtow to her in front of the three realms and be laughed at by the three realms, he would still admit it.

This is owed to her.

But...but...

The monkey kept rubbing his eyes. Blinking constantly.

Now, he really didn't know what to do.

"Great Sage..."

Xiao Bailong's voice came from behind.

The monkey turned around, picked up the stone and tried to smash it again. Little Bailong was so frightened that he quickly shrank back, raised his hands and shouted, "Listen to me, and I'll get out of here!"

The monkey held the stone and shouted viciously: "Say it!"

Say this. Xiao Bailong's heart suddenly calmed down a lot. He crossed his hands, bowed and ran to the monkey with a smile, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, do you remember what I told you about my unique tricks for dealing with my wife?"

"What trick?"

"That's the trick of running away from home." Covering his mouth, Xiao Bailong said with a smile: "If you want to be angry, Caesar has been angry for more than six hundred years. Come back. It's too late for her to be happy. How can I blame you? So. Go over and tell her directly: 'I'm here to pick you up.'"

"Am I coming to pick you up?"

"Yes, just this sentence, thousands of words can be said without saying it."

"Then how should I ask... about the child?"

Xiao Bailong waved his hand and said, "No need to ask."

"What?"

"Why do you ask? If this is true, can you beat her?"

The monkey blinked twice blankly and looked at the little white dragon.

"Can't you do it?" Xiao Bailong folded his hands. He shook his head and said, "You don't have as much experience as I do in this regard. At any rate, my reputation as the Jade Faced Little Flying Dragon of the West Sea is not in vain. I was among thousands of flowers back then, and I didn't touch it at all."

As he said this, Xiao Bailong deliberately posed in a posture that he thought was very chic, and looked at the monkey proudly.

The monkey looked at Xiao Bailong expressionlessly and snorted coldly: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, let it go!"

"Yes!" Xiao Bailong returned to his original wretched demeanor and whispered: "You, you can't ask me face to face. It's true, you can't bring yourself to beat me. But you have to suffer such a shame and humiliation. If you don't strike, you will suffer. Come on? Besides, it’s not true. If you ask me this, won’t Sister Yang Chan fight with you? By then, good things will turn into bad things.”

"so what should I do now?"

"Don't worry, the mountain man has his own clever plan. Didn't you just say that his name is Chenxiang, and his father's name is Liu Yanchang. Is he a scholar at the foot of Mount Hua?"

"Did you hear everything?" The monkey was suddenly surprised.

"Can you not hear this? You even forgot to put up the sound suppression array when you spoke?" As he spoke, Xiao Bailong pointed to a few people lying in the distance and said: "They can all hear clearly, Do you believe it?"

The monkey's already red face suddenly turned even redder.

Looking at the monkey, the little white dragon said happily: "Don't be shy, let's talk about business first. As for you, next time you go to the underworld, check the book of life and death. Look for Chenxiang and Liu Yanchang, and look for Chenxiang's mother. Isn't it Sister Yang Chan? Isn't it clear to you? Yes, you couldn't make a move, so you just accepted the loss of being dumb and came back to continue westward with us. No...I advise you, just go to Huashan. Let’s meet Sister Yang Chan.”

The monkey looked at the little white dragon thoughtfully.

Reaching out and patting the monkey on the shoulder, Xiao Bailong said leisurely: "Don't thank me, I am the love sage of the West Sea."

After hesitating for a while, the monkey said softly: "The mountains and wild mountains here are deserted. I will send you to a place with people and I will set off."

Beside me, the river rolled southward along the curve of the land, never to return.

…

Early the next morning, Chenxiang knelt in front of Qingxin's room door early.

"Disciple Chenxiang, please pay my respects to Master."

The door opened slowly.

Dragging her long skirt, Qingxin raised her legs and stepped over the high threshold.

"From today on, you will practice the Tao."

"I will follow my master's instructions." Chen Xiang kowtowed slowly.

…

In the Qianxin Hall not far away, Subhuti closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, his ears trembling slightly.

…

The sun rises and sets, and time passes by bit by bit.

On the way westward, Monkey still shouldered the responsibility of pioneering the way, but he was still worried. All the way to the west, my heart is always in the east.

In the Three Star Cave under the setting moon, under the ginkgo tree, Qing Xin silently taught his only apprentice. Start teaching from the most basic literacy, teach scriptures word for word, refine elixirs by yourself to improve your qualifications, and help Agarwood realize spiritual power.

Subhuti watched silently.

At the foot of Huashan Mountain, Yang Chan was still waiting quietly.

Although nothing happened, as time passed, the westbound team began to approach the agreed-upon human settlement point. Everything seems to be moving in a good direction.

…

Half a month later, the underworld.

The sky is dark all year round, and the vast plain is covered with various underworld plants, with two long rivers running through it.

In the middle of the plain, on the flat land where even ghosts can't be seen. I don't know when, someone has built an altar here.

Blue will-o'-the-wisps hung in the air and burned "squeaking", illuminating everything around them in an eerie color.

The three demon kings knelt on one knee on the vast ground in front of the altar, kowtowing to the tall Buddha on the altar.

The Buddha wears black robes, a crown, bare feet, and holds a golden staff. Thick eyebrows and big eyes. The whole body is exuding golden light... He is just like Ksitigarbha who took over the underworld when the monkeys were in trouble and the three realms were in chaos!

"Honorable Sir, I am lucky enough to live up to my mission during this trip." Demon King Peng took out the golden awl stained with Xuanzang's blood from his sleeves and offered it with both hands.

Ksitigarbha raised his hand, and the golden cone in Demon King Peng's hand immediately flew away, and was caught firmly by Ksitigarbha.

Raise the golden cone high above your head. Ksitigarbha looked at it carefully: "Well done."

Looking at King Ksitigarbha cautiously, Demon King Peng hesitated for a while, cupped his hands, and whispered: "But...venerable sir, that monkey head is really powerful. During this trip, we couldn't bring back the golden body." .”

"Is the golden body lost?"

The three demon kings quietly looked at each other and looked at Ksitigarbha cautiously.

"Just throw it away, it's okay." Ksitigarbha sighed lightly, bowed and put down the staff in his hand. Holding the golden awl, he turned and walked towards the center of the altar.

The three demon kings all opened their eyes slightly.

On the surface, the altar is twenty feet wide and twenty feet long, flat and empty. If you look closely, you will find complicated patterns on the floor of the altar. It seems to be a complicated magic circle. Just because it has not been activated and the light is extremely dark, no matter how hard the demon kings look, they cannot figure out what is going on.

Walking step by step to the center of the altar, Ksitigarbha raised the golden cone above his head. When he let go of his hand, the golden cone did not fall, but was suspended in mid-air as if being pulled by some force.

Suddenly, the complicated pattern under his feet seemed to have some kind of reaction. A spiritual light was like a ripple, spreading rapidly along the outline of the pattern with the golden cone as the center, and then quickly disappeared.

Lowering his head, Ksitigarbha took out something from his sleeve.

Demon King Peng squinted his eyes and looked at it from a distance. When he saw it clearly, he was suddenly surprised.

This is monkey hair, three monkey hairs, dark golden monkey hair!

"It seems that Ksitigarbha has been prepared for a long time." The Lion and Camel King said excitedly: "It's enough to take Xuanzang's blood. If we want to take the monkey's hair today, I'm afraid... it will be difficult!"

Demon King Peng said leisurely: "Shut your mouth and just watch quietly."

"Yes Yes."

I saw Ksitigarbha holding the three hairs between his two fingers and waving them back and forth in mid-air. Soon, the hairs stretched rapidly and began to dance as if they were alive.

The three demon kings all held their breath and watched quietly.

I saw that the three hairs had been wrapped around the golden cone like the roots of a plant.

Suddenly, the originally silent magic circle was awakened. It started running crazily as if it was suddenly injected with endless spiritual power.

Rays of golden light shot straight into the sky.

Ksitigarbha retreated step by step.

The earth was shaking.

Countless dancing Sanskrit words condensed on the surface of the magic circle. Rings of golden light flew up with rubble, then exploded in the air, sweeping across the entire plain silently.

The three demon kings opened their eyes wide in horror, staring blankly at the strange scene in front of them.

The golden cone radiated light and trembled, as if it would crack at any time because it could not withstand the surging power. However, the crazy growth of hair has entangled it tightly, and gradually, even the light can no longer shine through. Eventually, the trembling turned into bursts of "buzzing" sounds, as if summoning something.

…

"Who's calling me, who's calling me?"

In the endless void and darkness, a voice murmured to itself.

"Do you remember who you are?"

"I am...I am..." The voice gradually became silent as he repeatedly asked himself.

"It's been more than six hundred years, and it's time to go home. I'm here to guide you, poor monk."

…

Looking back at the three demon kings, Ksitigarbha sighed softly: "The golden cicada wants to prove the way to universal salvation, so the poor monk, give him this opportunity to cross over, this person who has sunk into the deep sea of ​​suffering. ." (To be continued~^~)