"It's easy to say, it's just that there is no basis for words, high-fives are an oath, holy monk, you have always been clever and eloquent, and Manjushri has to be careful and cautious. I saw Manjushri with a triumphant smile on his face, full of humility and stretched out his right palm, it was really cheap and good, a stinky fox with an under-flattened appearance, which made Sanzang feel unhappy, but helpless.

After swearing by high-fives with Sanzang, Manjushri smiled, did not procrastinate, stretched out a finger to press the middle of His Majesty's people, let the corpse open its mouth on its own, and sent the immortal golden pill in. It is said that this elixir really has a miraculous effect, and within half an hour, the Adam's apple of the corpse that has been dead for two hundred years began to gurgle, and the flat lower abdomen also moved up and down from time to time.

Manjushri slowly poured a breath of fresh air into the king's nostrils, and the pure immortal qi that had condensed his thousands of years of cultivation was really extraordinary, and after a stick of incense, the king cried out with an "oops", holding his chest and exclaiming: "Oh, this time the widow is a good fall, royal brother, why do you push the widow into the well?"

After being stunned for a long time, no one answered, His Majesty the King was curious, and couldn't help but open his eyes, but saw many people staring at him with strange expressions, and he didn't know any of them. The king couldn't help but be a little frightened, wrapped in his sleeve robe and said in a trembling voice: "Where is this, where are so many people surrounding the widow, what are you here for, come here, escort, where is the widow's royal guard?"

The withered bamboo Zen master stepped forward quickly, pulled the king's sleeve and worshipped: "Your Majesty does not need to be disturbed, these people are ugly, but they are all good people, Your Majesty has been unjustly sinking in the octagonal glazed well for two hundred years, there is no way to go to the sky, there is no way to enter the earth, they are the ones who rescued you." ”

Although it has been more than a hundred years, the withered bamboo Zen master is a little old, and his appearance has also changed, the king still vaguely recognized it after careful identification, and his heart was a little relieved at the moment, and he waved his hand and shook his head and said: "The national teacher is talking in his dreams, and the widow fell into the well not long ago, how can he say that it has been two hundred years, it is very unreasonable, it is very unreasonable." ”

Seeing that His Majesty didn't believe it, the withered bamboo Zen master was so anxious that he spread his hands and said: "Your Majesty, Lao Ge is from Buddhism, and he has never spoken a word, why can't he be trusted? Yes, His Majesty has never seen these things, and it is indeed a bit unbelievable, so where can Lao Ge start?"

His Majesty seemed to remember something, stroked his head and said: "The widow only remembers to play with the royal brother to enjoy the imperial garden, and saw the octagonal glazed well flashing in the light, it is the widow who is curious and happy to come to see it, and does not want the royal brother to launch a ruthless attack, and push the widow into the well, and also take a big stone to block the well, so that it is poisonous." ”

"The widow was planted in the water, unable to speak, unable to breathe, and fainted, thinking that he was dead. After a long time, a yaksha came, dragging the widow into the crystal palace at the bottom of the well, the dragon king in the well said that the widow had cultivated good in his previous life, and the blessings were far-reaching, and he should have a life to return to the yang, just wait for time, and wait for the people who learned the scriptures from the west to come to the well to save me, so as to get out of this great disaster. The dragon king should be true and kind, in order to protect the widow's body, he sealed the widow with a fixed face bead to ensure that the widow's soul is not destroyed, although the mouth can not speak, the body can not move, but there is a divine sense, do not enter the mansion of the king of Hades, suffer from the reincarnation. The dragon king was afraid that the widow would be lonely, and he would often come to talk to the widow and talk about many things in this land for several years. ”

In a trance, the widow didn't know how many seasons had passed, and suddenly one day the dragon king came in a hurry, and congratulated the widow on the disaster and the disaster, and he could be reincarnated and returned to the yang, and he could get rid of this great disaster. After the dragon king finished speaking, he asked the yaksha to push the widow out of the crystal palace, and after a while, a Venerable Arhat-like man came to the bottom of the water and carried the widow out. Such a widow has to wake up, as if he has had a dream for a long time, muddy, real and illusory, unable to distinguish, the widow only looks at this clothes are wet, only to think that it is true, but I heard the national teacher say that it is two hundred years old, it is too exaggerated, otherwise the national teacher is old, how can he still be alive?"

Manjushri smiled when he heard this, put his palms together, and said, "Your Majesty doesn't need to worry, all this is true, the Venerable Arhat-like Venerable you just said, but is it a son?"

His Majesty the King was shocked, looked at Manjushri in a daze, nodded and said, "Exactly, exactly, thank you Bodhisattva for your mercy and saving the widow, and the widow has believed since then, and there is no doubt at all." ”

"It's a pity that the widow has been trapped in the octagonal glazed well for two hundred years, time has passed, the vicissitudes of life, and how much good time has been wasted. Listening to the dragon king at the bottom of the well, my country has experienced a big war over the years, it is a battle between the widow emperor and the widowed emperor and the royal brother who has become a widow, but I don't know how the battle is going, the widow wants to see my emperor and grandson who has never met, but I don't know where he is at the moment?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was silent, without saying a word, His Majesty the King was ominous, and repeatedly bowed down to request, and the withered bamboo Zen master took pity on his sincerity, and he couldn't bear it, so he had to point out the direction for him. His Majesty looked up along the morning light and saw Prince Shaoguang, who had been dead for a long time and was still standing on the banks of the Dongcheng River.

His Majesty the King burst into tears and muttered: "It's like it, it's like Yuan Xian is carved out of the same mold, shake the light, shake the light, the good grandson of the widow, you have suffered all these years." ”

The withered bamboo Zen master was sad from his heart, with tears in his eyes, and he really wanted to accompany him to cry well, but thinking of His Majesty's weakness, he couldn't help but persuade him with a wail: "Your Majesty, you have been sinking in the glazed well for two hundred years, and you have been reincarnated to return to Yang, and your body is still weak. ”

The king nodded, wiped away his tears, and choked up: "National teacher, doesn't it mean that Shaoguang has the golden Xuanyuan sword to protect his body, his mana is profound, he is invincible, and he has not been defeated, how can he die here, let the widowed white-haired person send the black-haired person?"

The tears of the withered bamboo Zen master couldn't stop falling, and he endured the grief in his heart, and said gloomily: "I died by fighting monsters, and I was loyal to the country, and I died a well-deserved death." ”

His Majesty the King was inexplicably sad and indignant, a pair of angry eyes stared at the blue-haired lion spirit who looked the same as himself, shook his head and sighed: "You are the good royal brother of the widow, the royal brother, the royal brother, the widow has eight friendships with you, and he has never treated you badly in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, why did you take away the widow's country and kill the lives of the widow's sons and grandsons, why, why is all this?"

When the king talked about the grief and indignation, he couldn't help but be angry, beat his chest and feet, one couldn't hold it, only felt that his throat and eyes were slightly sweet, and spit out a mouthful of blood, so panicked that the withered bamboo Zen master hurriedly stepped forward to help, and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, don't be excited, there is another demon who really kills the shaking light and brings disaster to the country and the people, and now the first evil has been eliminated, the world is peaceful, but this green-haired lion spirit is his own person." ”

"Phew, what kind of own people, back then, he pushed me down the octagonal glass well, usurped my throne, and forced the widowed crown prince Yuanxian and the crown princess Mania to death, such facts are as strong as iron, how can you still wronged him?"

Seeing that Qingshi'er was scolded by His Majesty, his face was red, and he couldn't argue, Manjushri was full of pity, and stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, in fact, you are wrong to blame Qingshi'er, his affection for you is sincere, true and credible, but such evil things are from the instructions of the Emperor, and have nothing to do with him. Just because you ruled the world back then, I saw it in the clouds, and I was very happy in my heart, so I intended to make you a Buddha, and I didn't want to be mistaken by you for a fallacy to confuse the people, so I threw me into the Dongcheng River and immersed me for three days and three nights. It was I who reported to the Buddha, the Buddha was concerned with your three-year flood disaster, did not want to have a deviation, by chance, actually extended this disaster to two hundred years, causing His Majesty to suffer in the well, flesh and blood suffering, the people were displaced, evil was rampant, all kinds of things were caused by Manjushri, to kill to listen to the respect, Manjushri did not dare to have the slightest resentment. ”

When the king heard this, he was suddenly shocked, and he actually leaned down to the ground and cried loudly: "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, you are a great Venerable who has practiced for all eternity, is highly respected, and has purified all sentient beings. It's just that you have the grace of the widow, and you are highly respected, and you are blessed with the world, what should you do if you are a widow?"

Manjushri was so ashamed of these words that he fell to the ground and bowed his head, and a teardrop the size of a bean fell from the corner of his eye, and quietly disappeared into the dust. This situation made the Sanzang Army, who was extremely disdainful of his previous behavior, look at it, and he couldn't help sighing, and he couldn't resent.