"Old man, you may have mistaken someone, I am a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and I have never seen you before."

The old man was shocked when he heard this: "Dongtu Datang, there are 54,000 miles away from us, did you just come here?" ”

"Yes, just walked step by step, the four of us opened the road in the mountains, built bridges in the water, and crossed the mountains and mountains, and then we came to you. I saw a big river before, it was too wide, so I found you here and asked, what is the ferry? ”

"There is no ferry here, there is one 300 miles to the south! You can't go today, so stay at my house for a while! ”

"Thank you so much!"

Sanzang folded his hands in gratitude. The king of Wujing's daughter, walked forward, and turned back to beckon Bajie to follow.

Bajie ran over with a hum.

The old man was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground: "The monster is coming, the monster is coming!" ”

Tang Sanzang hurriedly went to help him and said: "Old donor, don't be afraid, this is my eldest apprentice, named Zhu Bajie!" ”

The old man trembled and said, "You are so handsome, and the scholar and maidservant are also very beautiful, how did you find such an ugly apprentice?" ”

Sanzang said: "Although his appearance is not very good-looking, he has high mana, a good heart, and will not do evil!" ”

The old man was noncommittal and led the four of them into the house.

Zhu Bajie walked to the hall, and there was a monk in the certificate house who had already arrived, guessing that it was the monk who had made an appointment in advance for this old man, and was there to recite the scriptures.

Zhu Bajie pouted, arched the pig's head to look there, and asked in a rough voice: "That monk, what scripture are you reciting?" ”

The monk was very attentive, but suddenly heard someone asking, and when he looked back, he picked up a monster with a black mouth, big ears and a long nose, and he was so frightened that it sounded like thunder in the sky!

Then he quickly took out a Buddhist scripture and read it out loud.

When Bajie heard this, he said: "You can still recite the Demon Sutra, but unfortunately you don't have the magic power and it can't work!" ”

When the monk heard this, he sat down on the ground in fright, pointed at the monster in front of him with his finger, and kept retreating.

Tang Sanzang hurriedly walked over and helped him up, this little master, don't be afraid, we are not bad people, nor are we monsters, he is just a little ugly, but he is also a member of Buddhism! ”

The little monk stood up, either twenty-one or twelve years old, and said, "The poor monk has also seen one hundred and eighty monks, and he has never seen this kind of monk, I am gone, gone!" ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for the old man and Sanzang to stay, and ran away on his own!

The old man shouted at the gate of the courtyard: "Why don't you leave after eating?" ”

The monk didn't reply: "Don't eat it, it's scary!" ”

Hurry away!

Bajie is very speechless, how can he be a monk with this kind of heart?

Old man: "He's a monk halfway through." It turned out to be from our village, and then I went out to find a master, but before I could finish learning, the master was eaten by monsters, how did I return to the village, I am half a monk! ”

Sanzang sighed: "It's also a poor person!" I can teach him when I have a chance! ”

"That's a good feeling, become an elder and sit first!"

The older people seemed to be eager and seemed willing to facilitate it.

Tang Sanzang sat down and asked, "Old donor, surnamed Gao?" ”

"The old man's surname is Chen."

"It's fate. My surname is Chen. ”

The old man said: "The old man is also surnamed Chen?" ”

Sanzang said: "Yes, the layman is also surnamed Chen, what kind of fasting do you do?" ”

Bajie smiled: "Master asked him how!" Don't you know? It must be Qingmiao Zhai, Ping'an Zhai, and Chang Zhai. ”

The old man said, "No, no. ”

Sanzang asked again: "What's the end?" ”

The old man said, "It's a pre-meditation fast." ”

Bajie laughed and said, "The old man has no eyesight!" We are the kings of lies and bridges, how can you coax me with this lie! Doesn't the monk's family know about fasting? There is only a pre-repair and pre-repair and return of the fast, where is there a pre-repair of the dead fast? And there is no one in your family who has died, why do you fast? ”

Sanzang said: "How can it be called a pre-cultivation of death? ”

"Alas. Aren't you waiting to be blocked by a stream of water? In that water, there is a king of inspiration! ”

When the daughter king heard this, she guessed something and asked, "So what?" ”

"That inspiration king, can sense a temple on one side, and the people of Li are thousands of miles away. Every year, the village is shining, and the village is full of green clouds. Keep us in good weather and a bumper harvest! ”

Sanzang said: "Isn't that a good thing? Are you doing things for his sake? ”

"It's for him. But not for him! ”

"Who is that for?"

"Elder listen to me from the beginning. This King of Inspiration does protect our lives, but to eat virgins and boys is not to show uprightness. ”

Sanzang exclaimed: "Do you want to eat children and boys?" ”

The old man said, "Exactly." ”

Bajie said: "Presumably it's your turn this year?" It turns out that you are giving your baby ......"

The old man wept and said sadly: "This year is coming to my house. We have hundreds of families living here. Once a year, the king offered a virgin and a virgin, pigs, sheep and cattle to him. He ate it to keep us in tune; If you don't pay tribute, you will come and bring calamity. ”

Bajie said: "How many Linglang are in your house?" ”

The old man beat his chest and said, "Pity! Wretched! What do you say, Linglang, shame me and so on! I didn't have a son at the age of 50, and my relatives and friends persuaded me to take a concubine, so I had no choice but to find a house and give birth to a daughter, who was only eight years old this year. ”

Bajie said: "If you don't have a son, you don't need to send a boy?" ”

The old man said, "How is it possible, you can find a relative." Alas, my brother has a son, who is biased, who is seven years old this year, and is called Chen Guanbao. I don't want to come to my house to sacrifice the race, so I don't dare not offer it. Therefore, the relationship between father and son is difficult to give up, and first make a transcendent dojo with the child, so it is called the pre-cultivation of the dead. ”

Sanzang heard this: "This is exactly the ancients, the yellow plum does not fall, the green plum falls, and God favors no child." ”

Zhu Bajie smiled: "Wait until I ask him again." Old man, how big is your house? ”

The old man said: "There are forty or fifty hectares of paddy fields, sixty or seventy hectares of dry fields, eighty or ninety pastures, two or three hundred water cattle, thirty or twenty donkeys and horses, and countless pigs, sheep, chickens and geese. There are also stale food that cannot be eaten and clothes that cannot be worn. The family wealth and property are also counted. ”

Zhu Bajie said: "Your family business is also due to your savings." ”

The old man said, "How can you see our province?" ”

Zhu Bajie said: "Since you have this family, how can you be willing to sacrifice your own children?" and for fifty taels of silver, he could buy a boy; If you have a hundred taels of silver, you can buy a virgin, and you can't even twist it for more than two hundred taels, but you can leave your own children and offspring, isn't it good? ”

The old man burst into tears and said, "Elder! You don't know that the king was very inspired, and he often came to our house to walk. ”

Zhu Bajie said: "He came to walk, what kind of face did you see him?" How long and short is it? ”

The old man said: "I don't see its shape, I only smell a burst of incense, and I know that it is the grandfather of the king, that is, I am busy burning incense, and the old and young look at the wind and bow down." He knows all the big and small things in our family, and he remembers the years and months of his birth. As long as they have their own children, they will be used. If it weren't for his own family, he would have retreated, and disaster would have befallen him!

(End of chapter)