[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 78

"Because I didn't pay the corresponding price. I... listened to Zhu Gangli's lies, and believed in Shengyu's deception, thinking that he is really a peerless good person, willing to give me nothing, and help me for free...I'm so stupid Ah, I'm really, I was greedy for cheap things, I hurt them, it's all my fault..." While talking, Lian Juan burst into tears.

"Oh, don't cry yet." Wukong cried when he saw him cry, but was confused, he didn't expect such a majestic looking guy to be so sentimental.

"You don't understand, men don't flick their tears easily, but they haven't reached the point of sadness." Lian Juan said while crying.

When Wukong heard it, he felt that it made sense. He would cry in front of his master Xuanzang.It's just that he is not used to crying in front of others.

"I understand you. But... well, you better stop crying, let's discuss it." Wukong patted him to show comfort.

"Just the two of us, what can we do?" Lianju wiped away tears.

"I want to go back and save my master." Wukong said.

"I advise you to give up. You can't beat the holy fish."

"I said, I want to go back and save my master." Wukong said again.

"How do you save it? To be honest, it's hard to protect yourself now." Lian Juan lowered his head, "Maybe they will come to the door in a second."

"But I have to go back and save my master." Wukong clenched his fists and paused every word, "My master is in his body, that guy has occupied my master's body, I have to help him."

"How do you want to help? How can you help?" Curtain asked back.

"I..." Wukong was speechless.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will figure out a way. I will!"

He thought of Xuanzang's instructions. Xuanzang told him to run eastward, but this was the limit he could go eastward. Difficult to fly farther.He had a sudden thought, could it be that the master knew that he would eventually come here, did he have some deep meaning in letting him come here?

He got up and looked at the temple down the mountain.

There is an endless stream of Buddhist visitors at the foot of the mountain, monks in the temple are sending them to and fro, and the smoke and fire of the mundane world blows in our faces.Wukong looked around, but he couldn't see any magic in this ordinary temple that would allow him to rescue his master.

Wukong thought for a while, picked up the location for a while, picked up the curtain and went straight to the innermost meditation room in the temple complex.

Xuan Shen, the abbot of Hongfu Temple, was resting in meditation on the futon, but someone broke in suddenly, showed no respect to him, was extremely fierce, and lifted him up.

The old monk could only shout a few words tremblingly: "The hero, spare your life, the hero, spare your life!"

Lian Juan mocked: "Do you want to find this person to save your master?"

Wukong disdainfully threw the old monk who was shaking like a sieve to the ground, thinking, how can such a person save his master?

But he still asked, "Are you the leader of Hongfu Temple?"

The old monk shook his head first, then nodded, and said again and again: "Yes, I am the abbot of Hongfu Temple. Don't kill me, I will give you whatever treasure you want."

Wukong shook his head, sighed, and turned to leave, but thinking that this was his only hope, he still asked, "Do you know a monk named Xuanzang?"

The old monk's eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a frenzy different from his age in the withered and cloudy eyes.

"I know, I know! That's the old monk! Did the benefactor come for him?" The old monk grabbed Wukong's sleeve.

Seeing that his sleeve was being grabbed by him, Wukong felt a sense of disgust for no reason. He couldn't help pulling out his sleeve, gave a faint "hmm", and said again: "Do you know any secrets about him? Or he once What did I tell you?"

The old monk gave him a flickering look, as if he was hesitant to speak.Wukong grabbed his collar unceremoniously, and said in a low voice: "Do you know something? My teacher, did Xuanzang tell you anything? Tell me quickly!"

"Ah, this—" The old monk glanced at him hesitantly, then bowed his waist and glanced out of the window, walked to the door mysteriously, turned around and said, "Come with me. This matter has to be done in the back mountain." go talk."

Wukong looked at him suspiciously, wondering what the old man meant.But now he is treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, no matter what the old monk says, he has to listen to it, so he followed with the curtain.

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Pavilion on the back mountain.

"The benefactor looks at this clock." The old monk tremblingly pointed to the thick and simple big clock in front of him.

Wukong looked at it, puzzled: "What's so strange about this clock?"

"Benefactor, try hitting this clock?"

"What do you do for hitting it? Do you want to be a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day?" Wukong muttered, while randomly pulling the clock and pestle to hit the clock.

"Om—" the distant bell rang and spread far away.

After Wukong finished ringing the bell, he turned back to look at the old monk, only to find that the old monk was staring at his hand with a dumbfounded face.

Wukong looked at the bell and pestle in his hand, then at the old monk, let go of the bell and pestle inexplicably, went to the old monk's side and pushed him.

"Hey! What's the matter with you? Talk!"

"Ah? Ah, ah, oh, yes, yes." The old monk answered a few words indiscriminately, as if in a dream.

Wukong frowned, walked aside and tugged at the clothes on the curtain, and whispered: "This monk is crazy, isn't he?"

Curtain Roll shook his head and remained silent.

Wukong pointed at the old monk and said angrily: "You monk, let us come to the back mountain without saying anything. Let me hit the bell too, what else do you want?"

The old monk looked lost, and suddenly took two steps towards Wukong, his eyes widened, pointed at him and said: "You are...another saint, haha, another, hahaha there is another one Oh, my Buddha! You can’t even think of it, there is another one here! How can this be stopped!”

While talking, he danced and stepped back, laughing loudly, even drooling, he suddenly stepped on the edge of the steps, and then fell straight backwards.Wukong heard that the amount of information in his words seemed to be a bit large, and he was thinking blankly, when he saw him fall down, he quickly grabbed half of his leg and flew into the air, which saved the old monk from knocking on the stone steps. A bloody end.

Wukong rescued the old monk and put him on the stone table in the pavilion.The old monk was lying on it panting for breath, his eyes were wide open, and his skinny hands were shaking non-stop.

Wukong thought for a while, and couldn't quite understand what he meant by "another sage", so he pulled the old monk up and asked, "What do you mean by what you just said, sage, another sage?"

The old monk wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and struggled to raise his head when he heard this: "Don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

"Well—it's nothing." The old monk slowly lay down again.

"You must know something! You are hesitating here again, and the words don't match the words! Say it quickly! Otherwise, or I will kill you!" Wukong grabbed the old monk and said sharply.

He was keenly aware that what the old monk knew was probably a big secret.And whether he can save his master, I'm afraid it depends on this secret.

"This—" the old monk moaned.

Wukong excitedly said: "Say it quickly! Did my master tell you to let you play tricks here?"

"What master? Ah! You! You are, you are—Dou Sheng Buddha?" The old monk was shocked, "No wonder I see you are vaguely familiar, why are you here?"

Wukong rolled his eyes and said, "Why am I here? What's wrong with me here? You are already here, why can't I be here?"

"I - I am - my Buddha sent me - ah! Creativity and good fortune! The sky net is extensive and sparse, alas, my Buddha's wishes are all in vain now!" The old monk shook his head, transformed himself, and revealed his dharma body .

But it is an arhat with long eyebrows.

Wukong didn't recognize him, but said: "Okay, okay, it's you. What are you doing here?"

The long-browed arhat said: "I will follow my Buddha's decree and come to see your master."

"Why are you looking at my master?"

"See if he can be sanctified."

"Can my master... become holy? What kind of holy?"

"Why, you don't know about this?" Chang Mei raised his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, it's okay to tell you now. There are only two sages left in this world, and they are me, Buddha Tathagata, and Tian Ting Jade Emperor, do you know?"

Wukong nodded, and said with a natural expression: "I know this, why mention this?"

"Now all the saints are withered, and the past saints are all in name only. As early as 15 years ago, the way of heaven was looking for a new saint."

"Back then, your master, who belonged to Jin Chanzi at that time, was one of the candidates for the new sage that Tiandao was looking for."

"My Buddha and the Jade Emperor found out about this from the Dao of Heaven early on, and each of us looked for and cultivated people with new saint qualifications. You also know that our Buddhist and Dao families have always had a faint rivalry. When your master Jin Chanzi appeared, My Buddha valued his talent, knew it was a good one, cultivated it vigorously, and planned everything for him. When I was waiting in the west, I saw how beautiful your master was favored, what a proud son of heaven, no one can see it. Ashamed of his appearance, he didn't even dare to be jealous. At that time, the heavenly court was in decline, and he couldn't find a talented person who could take on the big job. In many Taoist and Buddhist venues, he could only look at the golden cicada's dazzling scenery.

If he continues to be like this, when he becomes a new saint, it will be another good story of my master and disciple in the Western Paradise.

The only thing to blame is that he is too surly. My Buddha has shown great kindness to him, but he is not grateful.This made my Buddha's mind gradually dissatisfied. "

"What, then the Tathagata drove my master out of the door?" Wukong asked repeatedly.

Chang Mei gave him a sympathetic look, it was not surprising that he asked this question, after all Jin Chanzi was the most favored second disciple under Tathagata back then, why did he suddenly reincarnated? It's secret.It is normal for Wukong not to know.

"Jin Chanzi asked my Buddha how to save sentient beings. In this way, my Buddha asked him to first experience what sentient beings are."

"Then your master went to the human world to reincarnate."

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