Chapter 548 Ksitigarbha: If you don’t follow the script, I will scream! [Ask for monthly tickets]
“Why don’t these two guys follow the script!”
In the Cuiyun Palace of the underworld, Ksitigarbha’s mind felt that Wukong was showing off the game console, and he couldn’t help but rub it Rubbing his temples, he told her many times not to change the plot randomly, but the master and apprentice just refused to listen.
Just take out the cassock and sew it a bit. You have to do all these things.
The little boy came over holding the tea cup and said with a smile:
"Anyway, as long as it's a disaster, it's fine. What we have to do is to turn a small amount of calamity into a large amount of calamity. How can we not let them play their role?"
Jizang sighed:
" There were too many changes at the beginning, and I was afraid that the gods from heaven would not come to participate.”
Originally, the tribulation could be completed by sending mounts down to the lower realms, but if they came up, many people would be killed, and the gods from heaven would not participate. It is estimated that half of them will take sick leave to avoid paying bills.
After all, you can participate in the fun, but if you risk your life, I'm sorry, I'm going to have my leg amputated next month, so I can't take on the mission for the time being.
Ksitigarbha rubbed his head and was about to take the teacup when he heard that Di sat down beside him and took a big sip from the teacup with a pleased expression on his face:
“Honey grapefruit rewarded by the Great Sage. Tea is delicious. When you brew it with hot water, it tastes sour and sweet, which is very satisfying to me.”
Jsitigarbha: “…”
Both of them were bribed. How else to get work done?
However, this Guanyin Temple is so splendid, but the monks inside are full of evil and evil, and they must be severely punished... He thought for a moment, then listened attentively and asked:
"Do you want to go and play with Nezha in Lingshan?"
Di Ting took a sip from the teacup and shook her head simply:
"No!"
"You You can think of it. "
"I don't... I couldn't help but think of the group of close friends in Lingshan who I haven't interacted with for hundreds of thousands of years. I suddenly wanted to visit you. If you have something to report to the Buddha, I am just the person. Done together.”
Just as Di Ting was about to continue speaking harshly, he saw a wooden fish in Ksitigarbha's hand, so he quickly changed the subject and agreed nonchalantly, fearing that Ksitigarbha would be serious about it.
This wooden fish is Ksitigarbha's magical weapon. Once it is struck, the "Ksitigarbha's Original Vow Sutra" will automatically float around. The longer the time, the richer the sound, and eventually there will be one hundred and eight thousand eminent monks. The effect of chanting together.
And Diting happens to be the mythical beast with the strongest hearing in the three realms. These scriptures will force him to take on a mythical form, and then his body and soul will be cleansed by the scriptures over and over again.
The reason why the innocent Di Ting agreed to the local mount was because he was tortured by this wooden fish.
Ksitigarbha put away the wooden fish and said seriously:
"When you arrive at Lingshan, first go to Nezha and tell him that Xuanzang and Wukong have arrived at Guanyin Temple. The monks inside are all evildoers. Let the Buddha issue a decree to rebuke Nanhai Guanyin."
Listen. He frowned and asked in confusion:
"We have already broken up, so what's the use of scolding? Isn't this just a bluff lawyer's letter in the real world?"
The corners of Jizo's lips raised:
"The procedure is fair, so we have to come here...go. When you come back, you can go to Guanjiangkou to play with Xiaotian for two days."
"Okay, okay, I recently learned a new word, and I want to try it on Xiaotian."
"What new word?"
"Can you do it, Xiaotian?" Dog!”
Jizang: “…”
What nonsense have you been listening to all day long?
He waved his hand, telling Di Ting to leave quickly, and then focused his attention on Guanyin Temple.
In the Zen room, Elder Jinchi looked at the game console in Wukong's hand, his eyes widened:
"Holy monk, this thing..."
Wukong just said about the room When the collection inside was all in tatters, he was still a little dissatisfied, but when he saw the handheld device in Wukong's hand, he was immediately moved. He had never seen this thing before, especially when it came with music. It was simply a legendary artifact. .
Since it is an artifact, it belongs to me. I have to find a way to get it!
Xuanzang also got into the act at this moment, and he sang along with Wukong and said:
"This thing is quite common in the Tang Dynasty. My disciple is fond of playing, so I keep him with me to play with. Your place is also considered a place with outstanding people." , there is no shortage of knowledgeable people, right?”
These words were very lethal, and almost all the monks in the meditation room showed hurt expressions.
Wukong put away the game console with a smile:
"These are just for the little doll to learn, not a treasure. To be a treasure, it has to be this..."
He took out his mobile phone and showed off again. Elder Jinchi couldn't control it and wanted to snatch it away on the spot.
However, Wukong did not stop, and took out the tablet computer and other items again, displaying them one by one, showing off the same, which gradually stretched the greed of the monks to the maximum.
Until he had enough fun, Wukong casually took out the cassock and treasured clothes from the bag:
“This cassock is the worst one in my Tang Dynasty treasury. , it can even be used to polish shoes on the way, how about it? Is it better than your seven hundred pieces of rags?”
Xuan Zang’s cassock was given to Li Shimin by Ksitigarbha, and then he came to Xuanzang. in hand.
This cassock is shining with rays of light and can purify the lonely souls and wild ghosts within a hundred miles. Every trace of it can transform ordinary animals into immortals. It is definitely a first-rate treasure.
Elder Jinchi was so lost at this moment that he could no longer hear the sounds around him, and his attention was entirely on his cassock.
Compared with this cassock, my collection of 700 cassocks is really like a joke, completely incomparable.
Since it is a good thing, you have to grab it!
Elder Jinchi secretly made up his mind, squeezed out some tears, and said sadly:
"The treasures from heaven are really eye-opening, but old monk, I really have no chance!"
Xuan Zang knew what the old man was up to, but he still asked patiently:
"Why did the old master say this?"
"This treasure of the holy monk has just been unfolded, but it is getting late, and my old eyes are dim and I can't see clearly. Isn't it a missed opportunity?"
Since it's not destined, then don't watch it... Xuanzang complained, but he still followed the original plot. In the end, Elder Jinchi "borrowed" the cassock and took it back to his Zen room to watch carefully.
After getting what he wanted, Elder Jinchi was very polite. He opened his mouth and closed his mouth, which made Xuanzang frown.
When arranging the residence, it was originally arranged to be a superior Zen room, but Xuanzang thought about it and proposed to live in the Guanyin Hall on the grounds of serving Guanyin of the South China Sea.
Since there will definitely be a plot to set fire to the monks at night, it is better to use the hands of the monks of Guanyin Temple to burn down the Guanyin Temple, which is also in line with the Buddhist principle of origin and destruction.
Normally, the main hall is not allowed to stay overnight, but Elder Jinchi was thinking about cassocks at the moment, and without saying a word, he ordered to the master:
"Tonight in the hall, Don’t arrange any duties, let the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty have a good sleep.”
In this way, Wukong and Xuanzang were surrounded by monks and came to the Guanyin Hall.
Waiting for the monks to leave, Xuanzang said:
“I will go to the real world to report the progress here to His Highness the Holy Son, and then confirm the construction of the temple. I will leave this place to you. You are gone."
Wukong held the golden hoop and said:
"Master, let's go. I, the grandson, will definitely let them burn the Guanyin Hall to nothing... …By the way, what should I do if Guanyin appears?”
"Invite my senior brother here and scold her in person!"
Xuan Zang raised his wrist, checked his watch with Wukong, determined the time to return, then passed through a door inside the Guanyin Hall and came to the B&B In the warehouse.
It was exactly 9:30 in the evening when he arrived. Yuwen Chengdu was explaining military formation tactics to Zhao Yun. When he saw Xuanzang coming, he came out of the iron room to say hello:
"Master Xuanzang You came here late at night, but what happened?”
Xuan Zang smiled and bowed:
"The monks of Guanyin Temple are going to set fire to me. The young monk has nothing to do, so he will come here to stay for a few hours, and then go back when it gets dawn over there."
After dawn, Guanyin Temple has been burned to the ground. Ashes, the cassock has most likely been stolen by the black bear spirit.
At this time, he made a shining appearance again and began to clean up the mess.
Zhao Yung just finished reading "Journey to the West" and asked curiously:
"Is it time to subdue the black bear spirit?"
"Yes, yesterday...it was this afternoon. The Holy Son and the Holy Princess gave the black bear spirit the Dharma name. After subduing him, the team of Buddhist monks will be even stronger."
The addition of the black bear spirit should be It makes the team of Buddhist scriptures more interesting, and it goes without saying about his abilities. When Wukong doesn't use his magical powers, neither side can do anything to the other.
And the black bear spirit is not afraid of Wukong. When the two fought for the first time, Wukong introduced himself with a very long hymn. When the black bear spirit heard it, he simply said, "Isn't this Bima Wen?" Wukong broke his guard.
The two of them fought until noon without deciding the outcome. The black bear spirit returned to the cave on the pretext of eating and stopped fighting.
However, after he returned, he never thought about fighting again. Instead, he arranged a banquet for the Buddha's Clothing Association and personally wrote invitations to various friends, without taking Wukong to heart at all. When Wukong transformed into Elder Jinchi and entered the Batu Cave, the two fought until it was getting late. The black bear spirit asked to fight again tomorrow on the grounds that it was getting dark and he needed to rest.
He has to eat at noon and rest at night. This guy is simply a health-preserving little bear.
But Wukong was defeated again and again and returned to Tang Monk. He rarely boasted about his abilities. It was not until Xuanzang asked about his abilities that he silently said:
"I can't be tough either. Duo'er, it's just a draw. "
If such a master who understands health, culture, elegance, loves Buddhism, and can start a group joins the group, the next journey should be interesting.
However, on the side of Heaven, there is a high probability that the strength will also increase, and a small amount of calamity will naturally turn into a large amount of calamity.
Zhao Yun said with a longing look on his face:
“In the original work, the black bear spirit uses a black tassel spear. I don’t know what the fighting methods are. Unfortunately, we are not in the same world, so we can’t learn from each other.”
As an expert with guns, I can't help but want to make gesticulations when I meet someone with excellent marksmanship.
Yuwen Chengdu smiled:
"Brother Zilong came to Water Margin and talked about the world of Yue. There are several masters of marksmanship there, such as Gao Chong, Yu Hualong, and in the future, Liangshan will also have Dong Ping, a double-gun general who can kill the prefect and seize a daughter... If you have time, Zilong, don't forget to follow Mr. Zhou Tong needs to learn more. His own "Born to Death" is very suitable for your style."
Zhao Yun handed over his hands and said:
"Don't worry, dear brother, I will be there when I get there. Practice martial arts with all your heart, and as for that Dong Ping, I will take his life!"
Xuan Zang couldn't talk about the topic of killing, so he asked Yuwen Chengdu:
"Has His Royal Highness the Son of God rested?"
"No, I'm still in the study. I seem to be watching a Minion movie with the kids. If the Master is looking for sir, you can go directly to the study."
"Okay, little monk, I'll go now and report to His Highness. Progress."
After Xuanzang saluted Yuwen Chengdu and Zhao Yun respectively, he strode out of the warehouse. As soon as he reached the stairs, he met Diao Chan carrying a basket of fruits.
“Meet the Holy Princess.”
“Ah, Master Xuanzang is here. You can take whatever you want to eat, it’s all freshly washed.”
"Thank you, Concubine Shengzi. The young monk has just had his fast meal and is not hungry yet!"
Upstairs, Li Shimin and Liu Xie were there, watching a movie with Li Yu's family and Zhao Feng's family.
A two-hundred-inch super-large curtain hangs on one wall of the study room. The 4K video is projected on it and is extremely clear. Especially when the lights are turned off, the effect is comparable to that in a theater.
Xuan Zang came to Li Yu and was about to salute when Li Shimin pushed over a computer chair with rollers:
"Sit down and don't block the people behind you from watching the movie."
"Thank you, brother!"
Tang Seng sat down and whispered to Li Yu about the progress there, and then asked:
"If nothing else happens, the young monk will be able to conquer him soon after returning. The black bear spirit became a member of the Buddhist scripture-seeking team. After leaving Guanyin Temple, it would take another six or seven days to reach Gaolaozhuang... According to the time in the real world, that is about the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Are you sure you want to kill Marshal Tianpeng? "
Li Yu whispered:
"It was not Tianpeng who was killed, but Tianpeng's reincarnated pig demon. Tianpeng's soul and rake were sent to Doumu by Erlang Shen and Wukong. Palace, don’t hurt Tianpeng’s soul, lest Lord Dou Mu Yuan be unhappy.”
Tianpeng is Dou Mu's pet pig, and Dou Mu Yuanjun is the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. If this relationship is handled well, Wukong will have another place to move reinforcements in the future.
Different from the Hundred Thousand Heavenly Soldiers and the Thunder Gods, there are more masters in charge of the stars, almost all famous generals from past generations. When these masters gather together, let alone conquer demons, even if they go to fight with other It's no problem to fight head-on with the immortal system.
Xuan Zang secretly wrote it down and planned to go back and explain it to Wukong.
When the time comes, Sun Wukong, Erlang Shen, and Black Bear Spirit fight a pig demon, which is somewhat devoid of martial ethics.
However, the reincarnated pig demon in Tianpeng ate so many people in Yunzhan Cave, so he deserved it.
After handling the affairs of Gao Laozhuang, it was time for the mysterious Zen Master Wuchao to appear. This would allow Black Bear Spirit to have a good feel for the strength and level of the Taoist monk, which was definitely better than Elder Jinchi's half-baked understanding of Buddhism.
Xuan Zang's mind was full of thoughts, and he didn't pay attention to the movie at first. He thought it was just a toy to play with, but it didn't take long for him to discover...
Hey, these yellow elves are quite interesting. Yes!
After watching the movie, Mu Guiying suggested:
“Xuan Zang is here, how about we have vegetarian noodles for a midnight snack together?”
These words immediately won the response of Zhao Xue, the general of Mukezhai's expedition to the north:
"Okay, okay...but are the vegan noodles delicious?"
Zhou Ruotong said with a smile. :
“Boss Lin from Beijing has sent a lot of vegan noodle sauce. Xiaoxue can try it later...Xuan Zang, how do those fried chicken berries taste? Boss Lin specially cooks them with vegetarian oil. I didn’t put onions, ginger, etc., I hope it won’t taste bad.”
Xuan Zang quickly put his hands together:
"It's like a fairy delicacy. I never thought that ordinary mushrooms could be so delicious."
Hearing what he said, Li Yu also wanted to try it. He got up and went to the kitchen to prepare noodles. Zhao Xue quickly cooked them. The second brother sent a message asking him not to forget to come for supper.
After dinner, we went back to the mountain to rest. It was another fulfilling day!
Li Yu came to the kitchen, took out the hollow noodles, picked some water spinach leaves, and then started to boil water to cook the noodles.
At the same time, in Journey to the West, Wu could not rest, so he transformed into two dummies and stayed in the Guanyin Hall to rest. He himself turned into a little bee and flew leisurely to the backyard of Elder Jinchi. The door of the Zen room.
Then he turned into an ant, crawled through the cracks in the door, hid in the gaps in the furniture, turned on the action camera he brought with him, and started taking pictures.
After Elder Jinchi got the cassock, he sat on a chair and kept wailing. The more he cried, the sadder he became. The few monks serving around him were all a little confused:
"Why are you crying, Master?"
“I have no chance to cry, I can’t see Tang Monk’s treasure. I am 270 years old and have earned more than 700 cassocks. In total, no one has a good one. I think I will have to return it tomorrow. , heartbroken.”
A young monk suggested:
"Then let Monk Tang and his disciples stay for a few more days, and the master can wear them for a few more days."
Elder Jinchi cried even harder:
"Even if we stay for ten days, we won't have to pay for it after ten days." Will you give it back to me? "
My dear, don't pretend anymore...Wukong knew that this old guy didn't have a good idea from the beginning. He was crying just because he wanted to The disciples told the story of murder and arson.
How can the superiors mention those uncivilized words? They are all ignorant.
Well, my old grandson was also the Monkey King, so I understand everything.
Sure enough, after hearing Elder Jinchi’s words, Guangzhi, who usually served him, became excited:
“What’s so difficult about this? Although this Tang Monk comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, he can’t control anyone. He is a walking monk. We kill their master and apprentice at night. Not only is the cassock ours, but we can also take possession of the hozen’s game machine and other mysterious things. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Golden Pool? When the elder heard this, he stopped crying. While praising the plan, he arranged for people to prepare weapons and weapons. He also kept saying that the Guanyin Hall was spacious enough to dispose of the bodies after killing the people.
Wukong: "..."
You really don’t shy away from Bodhisattvas at all, right?
Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, what kind of followers have you gathered? No wonder he allowed the King of Inspiration to eat boys and girls in the Tongtian River. It turned out to be fundamentally wrong.
At this moment, Guangzhi’s younger brother Guangmou had a better idea:
“I don’t think the hozen is easy to get along with, so I’ll simply ask the monks in the temple to hold the firewood to kill Guanyin. Surround the temple, and then set a fire to burn all Tang Monk and his disciples to death. It would be better this way."
The Buddhas in Lingshan: "..."
The gods in the Wa Palace: "..."
Wukong, who was secretly observing: "..."
Ksitigarbha who peeked out of the underworld: "..."
Waiting The Ten Palaces of Yamas that brush their merits: "..."
The five parties on duty nearby, Liu Ding Liujia, who are on duty: "..."
To be able to say the six words "without being aware of the gods and ghosts", it seems that you have not read any Buddhist scriptures. It is also good that you don't need to be soft when cleaning up the door.
Elder Jinchi waved his hand:
“Then go quickly and grab more firewood. The Guanyin Hall will be burned down, which will allow the wealthy households in the city to donate money to build a more luxurious one. , if you don’t have money, let them donate their land!”
A group of monks immediately walked out of the Zen room and arranged for people to pile firewood over to the Guanyin Hall. Wukong turned into a fat little bee again, whistling and fanning. With short little wings, like a secret reporter, he followed and filmed the whole process...
(End of this chapter)