casually said that there was a monk living in the mountains, and the little flower actually said that the death time of the people was coming, and the fat woodcutter clenched the board axe vigilantly, and looked at the wind with frightened eyes, worried that he had encountered a murder gang.

Feng'er saw the woodcutter's doubts and explained with a smile:

"Brother doesn't know, the monk you are talking about may be Wuchen who escaped from Fuyun Temple, he is burdened with more than ten murders, and the government is arresting him. ”

The fat woodcutter couldn't help but shudder when he heard this, and said in his mouth:

"My mother, it's so dangerous! next time I will go up the mountain and invite a few more people, it is more terrible than a tiger. ”

Ah Niu said, "You don't have to worry, if it's really that bald donkey, you won't see him when you go up the mountain tomorrow." ”

Yao Xiucai said: "There is providence in the dark. I hope it's really the monk, so that he can know what karma is. ”

That Wuchen commanded the killing of twelve people, including Yao Xiucai's scholar and servants. This is not on the battlefield, there are many people who have been killed, not only are they innocent but also meritorious, and if they kill people in society, they must be responsible, and if they want to escape, someone will look for them.

Ah Niu is an acute person, now that he knows where Wuchen is, he can't stand still, and urges Feng'er to say:

"What are you waiting for? We'll go now, don't let the bald donkey run away. ”

It was pouring rain outside, and it was impossible for people to stand on their feet in the rain, let alone climb the mountain.

Feng'er said: "Don't worry, it's raining so hard, he can't run." ”

The storm comes and goes quickly. For about an hour, the clouds opened and the rain dispersed, and the sun was shining, and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

The two woodcutters patted their clothes and walked out of the temple gate with wet dry wood on their backs.

Ah Niu has been waiting for the monkey to be anxious, see the heavy rain past and come out of the sun, then let's go, set off on a sunny day, there is a place, that is the monk's new home.

Feng'er said, "You wait first, catch the monk, and the two of us will go." Ziwei took the three of them to continue on their way, and went to the front to find a shop to stay and wait for us. ”

Yao Xiucai wanted to follow and catch the monk to avenge the scholar and the servant, which was understandable.

Ah Niu said: "You better forget it, like your body, you can't lift your hands and shoulders, you can't resist, how fast can you run up the mountain? At worst, if you let the bald donkey take you hostage, things won't be easy. ”

Yao Xiucai still wants to argue, think about it carefully, what Ah Niu said is not unreasonable, the gentleman is not in danger, so it is okay not to go.

After the rain, the mountain air is fresh and the scenery is charming. Feng'er and Ah Niu didn't care about staying, and flipped through the mountains in one breath, and saw a grass house in the distance.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. It's really a dwelling of immortals, the scenery in the painting.

Feng'er and Ah Niu were afraid that they frightened the monk away, and dodged and approached the grass house. There was a tattered robe drying on the branches of the grass house, and there was no doubt that a monk lived in it.

Feng'er and Ah Niu slipped to the door and saw a monk sitting there with his shirt and pants down, catching fleas with his head down, muttering in his mouth while catching:

"Amitabha! Poor monks have gone to the Western Elysium. Sin!

"One, two, three, four,

Five, six, seven, eight.

Eat up the blood of the poor monks,

There are so many bodhisattvas. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Bald donkey, take your life!" Ah Niu shouted and rushed into the grass house, raising his stick to beat.

The monk was self-absorbed, and was startled when he heard Ah Niu's shout, and he didn't bother to lift his pants, so he stood up. Turning his head, he saw a little flower boy raising a stick and hitting him, and hurriedly dodged it.

Ah Niu missed a stick, and when he was about to hit the second stick, he saw the monk's face clearly and was stunned.

"Bald donkey, do you still know how to disguise?" Ah Niu shouted.

The monk said in a panic: "Amitabha! Where did the donor come from to be so rude? The poor monk is free to catch fleas in his clothes, dare not provoke the donor?"

Feng'er was also stunned, where is that Wuchen? He is tall and has a red complexion, but he is much thinner than Wuchen.

Feng'er hurriedly said: "Master Hugh, we have recognized the wrong person." ”

The monk hurriedly fastened his belt and said:

"Do monks look the same? Do you live in the same place? You can also recognize the wrong person in this deep mountain? I forgot a good poem that the poor monk just remembered. ”

Feng'er said: "Don't hide it from Master, we are looking for Fuyun Temple."

A monk named Wuchen didn't want to admit his mistake. ”

The monk said: "Amitabha! The poor monk is in the White Horse Temple, more than 60 miles away, and his Dharma name is Wukong. Because the abbot of the small temple is slightly familiar with medical skills, there is no Langzhong within a radius of ten miles, and the donors all go to the small temple to seek medical advice. The abbot specially ordered me to come and pick some herbs, so I live here. As for the Wuchen mentioned by the donor, the poor monk really didn't know it. ”

Feng'er said: "Master has worked hard! We also came here by mistake, and we didn't want to disturb Master Master." ”

The monk said: "The donor's words are serious, and seeing each other is fate." ”

Ah Niu smiled: "Oh! It turns out that you are Wukong? Your master Tang Sanzang, your junior brother Wuneng Wujing." ”

The monk said: "The donor is really good at laughing. ”

Feng'er said: "Since everyone is a misunderstanding, Xiaohuazi will not bother the master, farewell!"

The monk said: "Donor and slow! Buddha is destined to be a person." The poor monk has given you a poem, what do you think? ”

The matter has come to this point, it is impossible to catch Wuchen, and it doesn't hurt to delay for a moment and listen to the monk's best Yaxing.

"The poor monk is drying his robe,

After the rain, Hanaro came to my house.

Mistaking Wukong for Wuchen,

Wu Neng Wu Jing laughed haha. ”

It's also called poetry, and Feng'er almost vomited. Since it's a one-sided understanding, there's no need to hit people, what to hear, and it's good to leave when you're done.

Feng'er said: "The master is only eight buckets tall, and he is rich in five cars, and he writes a really good poem!

The monk said: "The poor monk went to a private school for a few years, but his family was in the middle of the road, and he had no intention of becoming a monk. If you study for a few more years, you will not be able to get a top score, but it's a pity......"

Ah Niu saw that the monk could also chant poetry, and he couldn't understand it, maybe it was the monk who admired himself, and there was no need to let you know what he wanted to say, just understand it in his heart.

The monk praised himself when he saw the wind, and he was excited.

The monk said: "The poor monk sees that our monks and laymen are fateful, and they are ugly. ”

Feng'er smiled and said, "Master, good Yaxing!