"My master has been traveling for a long time, so I need to take a break and visit the King of Inspiration again tonight." ”

Cui Shi casually found a reason to prevaricate, and then left Tang Seng in Chenjiazhuang as a matter of course, and he and Zhu Bajie, together with Chen Cheng, Chen Qing and others, went to the Inspiration Dawang Temple on the edge of the Tongtian River.

A few miles further west from Chenjiazhuang, I finally saw a large river blocking the westward road.

It was late at night, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the wide river, reflecting the sparkling waves, constructing a picture of peace and tranquility.

But Cui Shi knew that in this seemingly calm Tongtian River, there was a big demon hidden here, and he had been doing evil here for nearly twenty years. According to the calculation of a pair of boys and girls every year, there are thirty or forty children eaten by this evil animal.

"Oh no, the river is so wide that it's just blocking our way. It's good that Master didn't come to see it, otherwise he would have to add to his heart. ”

Zhu Bajie leaned over and picked up a pebble and threw it into the water, only to hear a small sound of grunting, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

The stone sank to the bottom of the water with Yujin, and Zhu Bajie's face was even more worried, and he shook his head and said: "This water is so deep, I don't know how to cross the river." ”

Cui Shi saw that there was a swarthy stone tablet standing by the river in the night, and looked at it by the moonlight before approaching, and it was indeed three large seal characters of "Tongtian River", and there was a line of small characters below "Eight hundred miles of paths, and few people walked in ancient times".

"Lao Chen, Chenjiazhuang is very close to this Tongtian River, do people in the village often come to fish and catch shrimp?"

Stopping by the river, Cui Shi asked casually.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, Tongtian River and Chenjiazhuang are only a few miles apart, according to common sense, it should be a granary for the villagers.

"I can't do it, I can't help it!"

Chen Cheng hurriedly shook his hand and said, "What you said was a long time ago! In the early years, since the King of Inspiration appeared by the Tongtian River, he issued an edict on behalf of Guanyin Bodhisattva, saying that all things have spirits, and all Chenjiazhuang people must be pious to the Buddha in order to be blessed for a long time, and they must not kill in this Tongtian River. Since then, if we Chenjiazhuang people want to eat fish, we have to go far away to buy it, and we will never dare to catch even a loach in this Tongtian River. ”

Oh?

Cui Shi was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that after this goldfish monster entered the Tongtian River, he would actually buy people's hearts intentionally. Presumably, all kinds of water tribes in the Tongtian River have long been willingly worshiped as their masters, right?

With such painstaking management, this Tongtian River is even more difficult to cross. If you want to kill demons, the main battlefield must be placed on the shore, otherwise in the water, people's home field, even Sun Wukong is at a loss, let alone me...... Well, even if I am Sun Wukong, before I found the golden hoop stick, now it is equivalent to the combat power of the little white dragon.

"Two elders, the Inspiration King Temple is over there, shall we go over?"

Chen Cheng and Chen Qing didn't know what to see about this Tongtian River, they still had important things to do tonight, and they didn't want to delay by the river. I've taken these two people to worship the King of Inspiration, and I have to go home and prepare.

"Good. ”

Cui Shi nodded, followed behind the two old Chen men, and walked along the river bank for about a cup of tea, the outline of a magnificent temple in front of him gradually became clear in the moonlight, and it was several zhang high, and there was a faint sound of musical instruments and bamboos inside, and the smoke of incense was sent to the nose with the night breeze. Even though it was late at night, it was clear that some of them were on duty all year round.

"Hmm, Lao Chen, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry? ”

When everyone approached the temple, they were quickly stopped, looked at the team for a moment, and frowned, "Didn't you send two children here......?"

Chen Cheng hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "The little master has worked hard all night, they are monks from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Soil, and they want to come here to worship the King of Inspiration." ”

"Oh!"

The young monk dressed as a little novice nodded expressionlessly and said, "According to the rules, outsiders are not allowed to enter the Inspiration Temple. Monks who come from afar, just worship outside the door. ”

"Is it a demon?"

Cui Shi took a few steps behind, lowered his voice and asked Zhu Bajie.

"I can't be sure, but looking at the green air between his eyebrows, it really doesn't look like a human. ”

Zhu Bajie looked at this little monk with a long face, who was only less than 20 years old, the expression on his face was very stiff, and there seemed to be little change, and the words he said were all hard, which made people uncomfortable to listen to.

Hey, it's a hassle if you don't have a sharp eye!

Cui Shi was a little regretful, and couldn't help but think of the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick. It is said that if you find the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, you can recover most of the magical power sealed in the divine weapons, and when the time comes, no matter the seventy-two changes, or the fiery eyes, all of them can be at your fingertips.

"No one is allowed in this temple, I'm afraid there are some unsightly things. ”

Cui Shi looked past the little monk and looked at the Inspiration Temple behind him with cigarette smoke, although he couldn't see anything, he subconsciously didn't feel like a good way, that is, Chen Cheng and the others had been deceived for twenty years and were used to it, so they didn't feel that the situation was different.

In the Buddhist temples in the world, how can there be one that only allows people to worship outside the door?

"Senior brother, do you want to break in?"

Zhu Bajie rubbed his hands and tightened the nine-tooth nail rake in his hand.

"Wait a minute, listen to me. ”

Cui Shi held down Zhu Bajie, who was eager to try, and planned to observe it again.

"Two elders, let's bow down to the King of Inspiration here!"

Chen Cheng Zhengse said: "The Temple of Inspiration has always not allowed outsiders to break in, it is said that this is a holy place of Buddhism, and it is possible to usher in the Guanyin Bodhisattva in person, so we must maintain absolute tranquility and not let us mortals collide with the Bodhisattva." ”

Heh, collision?

Cui Shi snorted slightly, thinking that I had even taken people to burn the purple bamboo forest, and I was afraid of colliding with the Bodhisattva.

"Bajie, let's do this later......"

Cui Shi lowered his voice a little more, only for Zhu Bajie to hear.

"Okay, senior brother. ”

Although Zhu Bajie was confused and didn't understand his brother's unpredictable arrangement at all, as a high-quality wingman carefully built by Cui Shi, the tacit cooperation between the two was not once or twice. Although I don't understand it, as long as I do it, the design of the senior brother is unique and profound.

Chen Cheng and Chen Qing knelt respectfully a few feet away from the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration in accordance with the instructions of the little novice, and motioned for Cui Shi and Zhu Bajie to kneel here as well, as a sign of their devotion and respect for the King of Inspiration and Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Cui Shi nodded slightly, and said solemnly: "Senior brother, according to the rules of our Tang Dynasty, you must recite scriptures to worship Buddha." Now by the Tongtian River, there must be many aquatic creatures, how about we recite a paragraph of the 'Nineteen True Scriptures'?"

Well?

The long-faced, blue-faced little novice standing on the steps of the temple couldn't help but subconsciously prick up his ears when he heard him talk about the aquatic creatures of the Tongtian River.

What are the Nineteen True Scriptures?

I've only heard that Buddhism has eighteen arhats, where did the number nineteen come from?