However, after a seemingly accidental turmoil, Master Xuanzang, who was blessed by misfortune, finally became a veritable leader of the temple, and the Hongfu Ancient Temple, which had endured ups and downs for a long time, also radiated unprecedented vitality......

On a sunny and warm afternoon, when Wukong and others were busy planting vegetable seedlings in the vegetable garden, Master Xuanzang walked to the garden.

From afar, Xuanzang smiled at Wukong and the little mute: "Jinzi, little mute, you two work quite fast, but there is one thing to be aware of, while planting, don't teach the roots!"

"Mo ...... Teach Gensheng?" the little mute sounded strange, then stopped, raised his eyes, and asked, "Master...... Father, if not...... Teach the roots, that will ...... Let's eat...... What?"

"Yes, if the root is not born, what will sentient beings eat? Gold, do you think so too?" Xuanzang glanced at Wukong thoughtfully, and Wukong was stunned for a moment......

"Planting is planted, but not teaching the roots...... There was a sound outside the strings of Master's words, obviously taking the opportunity to say the ...... "At the slight movement of the spiritual light, Wukong fell into a long period of thought......

Time flies, the spring flowers wither, and suddenly, the scorching summer has broken into the lush vegetable garden.

When it comes to the season when vegetables and fruits grow wildly, carrying water and watering the garden has become a necessary job for Wukong and others every day.

Perhaps due to an overabundance of water, the well on the west side of the vegetable garden suddenly dried up on a hot and sweltering evening.

Soon, Master Xuanzang, who rushed to hear the news, organized more than a dozen strong monks, together with Wukong and others, everyone fought at night, and dug a new well after a night's effort.

At the beginning of the morning, in the tired and relieved eyes of everyone, water came out of the new well as he wished. Unfortunately, the new water was so turbid that it seemed that the spring at the bottom of the well was obscured by sediment.

"Jinzi, you say, this spring is blocked by sand, what is the obstacle to that eye?" Xuanzang looked up at Wukong with a tired face, and said with a smile.

"The Dao Eye is not clear...... Wukong suddenly felt in his heart, and after yawning, he smiled casually, "The Dao Eye is not clear, isn't it hindered by the eye?"

Huh, Wukong's voice fell, and a "bubbling" spring suddenly gushed out of the well. When everyone saw it, they were all amazed! Xuanzang also stroked his palms and laughed......

As he spoke, the sun rose from the east, and a new day's work began!

For a whole summer, Wukong and the others spent it busy and cheerful. From time to time, Xuanzang will always see the right time, show up to say the truth, and give Wukong such and such revelations, so that Wukong has been in the excitement of continuous thinking.

The golden wind rises, the leaves are yellow, and it is the seventh month of Mengqiu in a flash. Early one morning, Xuanzang took the waiter and stepped on the dew to the vegetable garden.

As it was still early, there was no one else in the park. After Xuanzang turned around, he asked the waiter to find a wooden stick and draw a strange circle around a well-grown loofah full of fruits.

"You are here today, if they come to pick vegetables, you will say what the poor monk said, don't touch this!"

Soon after Xuanzang went, the waiter saw Wukong and the others walking out of the small courtyard with baskets and rubbing their sleepy eyes, and came straight to themselves.

When he got closer, the little mute looked at the waiter holding the wooden stick, and smiled puzzledly: "Hey, little ...... Elder, you're not Fang ...... Master's ...... You're not there...... Serve in the chamber and lift ...... here A stick to make ...... What?"

"The little monk is staying here on the order of the abbot......," the waiter heard this, and hurriedly said the words of Xuanzang word by word.

"Don't let this ...... move" Wukong looked at the circle under the loofah frame, and suddenly moved in his heart, "Little Elder, Master Abbot, this is a dumb riddle, watch Jin break it!"

As he spoke, Wukong beckoned to the little mute and the hanging gall, picked the fruit on the loofah, and then pulled out the loofah along with the loofah shelf.

When the waiter saw this, he was so frightened that he hurried to tell the abbot. After Xuanzang heard the report, instead of being angry, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Good picking!

"Huh, what is the abbot doing today? Why is it uncertain......" Seeing Master Xuanzang's overjoyed appearance, the waiter was left with only wonder......

After a few more days, it was July 15, the annual Obon festival.

On the day of the festival, the cigarettes in the Hongfu Temple are everywhere, and the rhythmic impact of various ritual instruments is sounded, and the prayer ceremony is grandly kicked off in the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the Chenshi!

As far as the eye can see, a group of monks dressed in costumes and faces*, under the personal leadership of the abbot Xuanzang, recited the "Bon Sutra" and "Liang Huang Confession" in unison.

As the sound of this pious and selfless chanting gradually entered*, more and more pilgrims and believers came to hear the sound and gathered in the square in front of the Daxiong Hall to stop and watch the ceremony.

And under the eaves of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, more than a dozen special listeners also poured in. These ordinary chirping birds and pigeons actually held their breath and bowed their heads, as if they had become bosom friends who comprehended the general idea of the scriptures!

At noon, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and after more than two hours, the prayer ceremony came to an end in a peaceful atmosphere.

Seeing that everyone dispersed, the slightly tired Master Xuanzang returned to the abbot's room, used some snacks, drank a few sips of tea, and then dealt with a few temple affairs, and then began to meditate and contemplate the mind.

Unconsciously, the sun was already setting in the west, Xuanzang recuperated his spirits, and asked the waiter to call Wukong and others. After everyone chatted a few words, Xuanzang became interested for a while, and said that he wanted to take everyone out to see the night view of Chang'an City.

Everyone listened excitedly, and then followed Xuanzang out of Hongfu Temple.

Walking on the streets of Chang'an, everyone found that it was very different from the twilight scene of the bustling and hawking in the past, and now on both sides of the street, large and small shops have long been closed.

On the streets, there are people burning paper money and worshipping their ancestors. Every other stretch of road, or at the corner of the street, there is always a half-human high altar dedicated to the lonely ghosts of wild ghosts.

After walking for half an hour in the smoke, everyone came to the gate of a beautiful garden.

At this time, a full moon like a disc has climbed the treetops, and by the faint moonlight, you can barely see the three big characters at the head of the garden gate - Hibiscus Garden.

Come to the hibiscus garden full of tourists, walk a short distance along a road next to the rockery on the left, and a vast lake will appear in front of everyone.

Everyone looked up, but saw that the lake was already filled with tens of thousands of river lanterns dedicated to the souls of the dead. These river lanterns floated around, flickering and brightening, like stars blinking, and they simply dressed the lake as the Milky Way in the sky.

After looking at it for a while, Xuanzang smiled and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the name of this lake is Qujiang Pond, how about we have a night tour of Qujiang?"

"Master's words are extremely true!" "This ...... The idea is too ...... "Maybe you can catch a fish along the way!" Everyone rejoiced, and after searching for a long time, they finally found a pleasure boat to entertain guests.

After paying the fare, everyone jumped onto the boat, and the boatman immediately took up the anchor and rowed, and rowed to the middle of the lake in a short time.

At this time, Xuanzang stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the river lanterns, and suddenly felt compassion.

"Fellow sages, do you know that the homeless lonely ghosts in this world are the most pitiful!" Xuanzang said as he untied the package he was carrying, took out a wooden fish, and then returned to the cabin, sat down cross-legged, and recited the scriptures while beating the wooden fish.

Strange to say, with the sound of Xuanzang's chanting, the already foggy Qujiang Pond gradually became foggy. In the midst of it, not only Wukong and the others, but even the boatmen who often boated in the lake did not know the direction.

"Brother Shan, look at it, how did the river lantern change......" Suddenly, Qiushui beside Wukong exclaimed.

Everyone heard the sound and watched, only to see that the little lights on the lake suddenly turned into a single wooden warship. On every ship, there stood a demon with teeth and claws and a hideous face!

And in the middle of this group of evil ghosts, on a tiger-headed battleship holding the battle flag of the "Hidden Imperial Army" high, sat a tall, blue-faced fang, and golden-armored ghost king with a mace in his hand.

"Bold monkey head, where did you find the demon monk, who dared to recite incantations indiscriminately and disturb the hearts of our army! How can a certain family tolerate you?!" said that it was too late, that time was fast, and the ghost king jumped up, flew to the top of Wukong's head, picked up the mace, and struck at it like Mount Tai pressing the top.

"Qiushui, go back to the cabin to protect Master...... Surprised, Wukong flashed sideways and punched a punch, "bang", hitting the mace's club.

"My mother, such a brute force, she has become a mortal, and she is still so horizontal......" The ghost king was shocked and turned over a few times in the air, and then hit Wukong with a stick.

Wukong flashed and moved, returned to each other, and fought with the ghost king. After a few battles, Wukong had a wit, so he secretly bit the tip of his tongue and choked on a mouthful of blood.

"Poof!" At the moment of confrontation with the Ghost King, Wukong spurted blood and water vigorously!

"Ah......" With a scream, the blood-stained ghost king was on fire all over his body, and turned into flying ashes in the blink of an eye!

"Wait for this group of ghosts, which one is still coming?!" Wukong, who had won the first battle, stood majestically and stood on the bow of the boat, shouting at the evil spirits.

"Great Sage mercy, spare our lives!" Seeing that the Ghost King was wiped out, the demons knelt down on the boat one after another, and bowed to Wukong tremblingly, "Our ghosts have been held hostage by the Powerful Ghost King for many years, and they have not been able to extricate themselves. Today, thanks to the great sage and the holy monk for relieving the suffering of the upside-down, we will definitely change our past mistakes and return to the good path!"

The demons soon turned into river lamps again. At the same time, the thick fog on Qujiang Pond suddenly dissipated......

The long night breeze, standing on the bow of the boat and looking at the void from afar, I saw a round of bright full moon has risen to the sky, illuminating the beautiful and quiet Qujiang Pond as bright as day. If you listen closely, the sound of the wooden fish coming from the cabin is like heaven......