Sun Wukong fanned three times and happily carried the fan back.

The four masters and apprentices thanked King Kong and the gods, and the five directions revealed the truth, the six dings and six jia, the daily duty officer Cao, and the guardian Garan and so on hid in the secret to protect them.

The four King Kongs and other gods each returned to the mountain, and Li Tianwang and Nezha led the Bull Demon King to the west to return to the Buddha and God. But he saw that the land of the Flame Mountain was holding a rakshasa woman, and she was still standing by the roadside.

Sun Wukong asked, "Rakshasa Girl, what are you still doing standing here?"

The Rakshasa woman looked sad and begged, "Wan Wang, the Great Holy She, be merciful, give me back the fan!"

Zhu Bajie shouted: "Slut! I don't know what to do! It's enough to spare your life, what kind of fan do you want to beg, we will take it over the mountain, and we won't sell it to buy snacks to eat? After spending so much mental strength, I still want to give it to you? It's rainy, and your clothes are wet, but it's not good-looking, and I won't go back!"

The Rakshasa Girl rained with tears and bowed again: "The Great Sage originally said that the fan would be returned to me when the fire was extinguished." It's just because I'm confused for a while, and now I know that I regret it. We have also cultivated since childhood, but we have not achieved the right results, and now that my husband has returned to Buddhism, I don't dare to come nonsense anymore. This fan is what I have carried with me since I was a child, and I hope that the great sage will return it, and since then I have changed my mind, lived in seclusion in the mountains, and cultivated my life!"

The task of the land has been completed, he has some relationship with the Rakshasa Woman, and he can't bear to do too much, and he still has selfish intentions, so he said to Sun Wukong: "Great Sage! The little god is here to ask for some blood food, thank you deeply!"

Jin Chanzi saw that Sun Wukong still didn't want to return it, so he took the initiative to say, "Wukong, you can give it back to her", so you and the Bull Demon King used to be brothers. ”

Sun Wukong knew what Jin Cicada meant, and he didn't let himself do things. Now that the Bull Demon King has entered the Buddha Gate, he will see him in the future, and it is difficult to explain. Then he asked the Rakshasa woman: "I heard from the villagers at that time that this mountain fan has been extinguished, and only one year's grain can be harvested, and it will be rekindled after a year!

The Rakshasa didn't dare not answer: "If you want to cut off the root of the fire, you only need to fan forty-nine fans in a row, and never send it again." ”

Sun Wukong listened, took a fan, flew into the air, and fanned forty-nine fans against the Flame Mountain, but listened to the yin wind howling, and the mountain was full of heavy rain, and the Flame Mountain cut off the fire root.

At this time, it was already night, it was raining heavily on the mountain, and there was no rain under the mountain, so the four masters and apprentices spent the night on the roadside.

The Rakshasa girl didn't see Sun Wukong returning the fan, so she knelt next to her all night.

In the morning, the masters and apprentices packed their luggage and prepared to set off, and the Rakshasa woman still knelt on the ground and begged Sun Wukong to say: "Wanwang Great Sage will give back the fan!"

Seeing that she was so difficult, Sun Wukong stretched out the fan to the Rakshasa Girl, and said: "It's useless for Lao Sun to hold this fan, if you don't give it to you, you will say that I don't believe in my words." You take the fan and go back, don't make any more trouble. Seeing that you are a human being, spare you!"

The Rakshasa took the fan, recited a spell, turned it into the size of an apricot leaf, put it in her mouth, kowtowed to thank everyone, and went to the Basho Cave in the southwest.

The golden cicada said and hurried, looked at the Rakshasa and shook her head. "Tell Dao Ancestor that the love of five hundred years ago, the poor monk has already returned it, Amitabha." ”

Zhu Bajie picked up the burden, Monk Sha helped the golden cicada to get on the horse, the land led the way in front, Sun Wukong protected him, and the autumn was high and refreshing, and he went to the cool flame mountain.

The land sent the four masters and apprentices across the Flame Mountain, went to the main road Pingchuan, thanked Sun Wukong and others, and left.

The four masters and apprentices faced the autumn wind and headed west.

All the way to the west, gradually autumn and winter come, chrysanthemum remnants, plum blossoms, river streams and cold water, pine and bamboo frost.

The wild chrysanthemum is remnant, and the new plum is born.

Villages and villages accept crops, and eat fragrant soup everywhere.

The flat forest trees fall far away from the mountains, and the frost of the winding stream is thick and secluded.

Ying Zhong Qi, closed camp, pure yin and yang, Moon Emperor Xuanming, Sheng Shuide, Shun Ri Mercy Qing.

The weather is falling and the weather is rising. The rainbow is hidden, and the pond is gradually becoming icy. The cliff hangs on the rope vine and the flowers are defeated, and the pine and bamboo are colder and greener.

On this day, when he walked to a city, Jin Chanzi reined in his horse from a distance and called his apprentice: "Wukong! Look! What kind of place is the pavilion there?"

Sun Wukong looked up, where the terrain was in a dragon and pan situation, and the tiger was in the golden city. The four hanging canopies are near, and the purple ruins are flat. The jade bridge rails are lined with clever beasts, and the golden pedestal is virtuous.

It's really the Metropolis of Shenzhou, Tianfu Yaojing. Thousands of miles of Banggi solid, millennium emperor Long. The barbarians are subdued by Jun Enyuan, and Haiyue is a saint of the Yuan. The royal steps are clean, and the road is clear. The wine shop is singing, and the flower building is happy. The periwinkle tree outside the Weiyang Palace, the promise of the rising sun and the phoenix.

"Master, that city is the capital of an emperor!"

Zhu Bajie said with a smile: "There are prefectures and counties in the world, how can it be seen that it is the capital of the emperor?"

"You don't know that the residence of the emperor is different from the prefecture. You see that he has more than a dozen city gates on all sides, and there are more than a hundred miles around him, and the towers are towering, and the clouds and mist are colorful. If it weren't for the Emperor's Palace, how could it be so magnificent?" Sun Wukong hurriedly said to Bajie.

Monk Sha asked again: "Senior brother's eyes can see far, since he recognizes it as the emperor's residence, do you know what the name is?"

Sun Wukong looked into the distance again, shook his head and said: "There is no plaque number, how do you know? ”

Jin Cicada nodded and felt reasonable, whipped the horse, and after a while, he arrived at the city gate, dismounted, led the horse across the moat bridge, and walked into the city gate to watch.

I saw six streets and three markets, and the peddlers and pawns came and went, which was very prosperous.

A group of people walked along the street, and suddenly saw more than a dozen monks, all wearing flail and locks, ragged clothes, begging along the street.

Jin Chanzi couldn't help but think, just now Buddhism has recovered the Bull Demon King of Taoism, is this Taoism a tooth for a tooth?

Then he sighed and said, "The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the things hurt it!" He turned his head and shouted, "Wukong, you go up and ask him, why did he suffer like this?"

Sun Wukong stepped forward and called out to those monks: "That monk, which temple are you from? Why do you wear shackles and locks?"

When those monks saw Jin Chanzi and his party, they suddenly showed joy on their faces, and they all came over and replied: "Grandpa, we are the wronged monks of Jinguang Temple. ”

"Where is the Golden Light Temple?"

As soon as Sun Wukong passed the Flame Mountain, he saw the monk suffering, and he felt very strange, so he naturally wanted to ask for an understanding.

"Just turn the corner over there. The monks pointed with their fingers.

Sun Wukong brought these monks to the golden cicada and said, "How have you been wronged? ”

"Grandpa, I don't know where you came from, this is not a place to talk, please go to the barren mountain and talk about it in detail. The monks seemed to have some concerns.

Jin Chanzi nodded and agreed: "It's okay, let's go to their temple and ask carefully." ”

The monks of the world are a family, and when they go to the temple, they at least have a place to rest and sleep.

The monks took it in front, and the four masters and apprentices followed, and walked to the front of a temple mountain gate, and saw that the mountain gate was also magnificent, and seven golden characters were written horizontally on the door: "Ejian Jinguang Temple".

The masters and apprentices came into the door to watch, only to see that it was deserted inside, and there were no pilgrims coming and going, nor did they hear the sound of Buddhist music and sutras.

The incense lamp in the ancient hall is cold, and the leaves of the void corridor sweep the wind. Lingyun thousand-foot tower, a few pine trees. There are no guests all over the ground, and the cobwebs in front of the eaves are used to climb the cage. Empty drums, hanging bells in vain, painted wall dust colorful like hazy. The lecture is quiet, and the meditation hall is quiet. Desolation can sigh, loneliness and suffering. Although there is an incense burner in front of the Buddha, the gray and cold flowers are empty.

The golden cicada was surprised to see it, and the monks in the temple pushed the door of the main hall open with shackles, and invited the golden cicada to go to the temple to worship the Buddha.

The golden cicada entered the hall, offered incense to the heart, and bowed three times. I turned to the back and saw six or seven little monks locked in shackles on the abbot's eaves pillar, all of them looking depressed.

The monks invited the four masters and apprentices into the abbot, invited the four golden cicadas to sit down, and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed together and asked, "Rank master, but are you from the Tang Dynasty?"

"You monk, do you have the method of unpredictable prophets?" Sun Wukong knew something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "We are! How do you recognize it?"

"Grandpa, where do we have any unpredictable prophetic methods, but we are just bitter and bitter, and we complain and complain in front of the Bodhisattva icon every day. It may have alarmed the Bodhisattva, last night, everyone had a dream, saying that there was a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty who could save our lives and redress our grievances. I saw the faces of the old men today, so I recognized them. ”

"What kind of place are you here, and what grievances are there?" Jin Chanzi asked hurriedly as he watched the temple fall into ruin and the monks were wronged.

"Grandpa, this place is called Sai Sai Country, and it is a great place to go in Xibang. In the past, there were four Yi tributes: there was the Yuetuo country in the south, the Gaochang country in the north, the West Liang country in the east, and the Benbo country in the west. If they get tribute here, they will not fight against them, and they will not go to them, and those countries will naturally worship our country as a superior state. The monks knelt on the ground and said.

Jin Chanzi told them to get up and speak, and said: "Since you are worshiped as a state, it must be your king who has a way, a man of civil and military virtue. ”

The monks wept and said, "Grandpa, the literature is not virtuous, the martial arts are also bad, and the monarch is not virtuous. ”

"Then why are there four Yi tributes?"

"And please listen to us: our Jinguang Temple, since the completion of the pagoda, the pagoda has been shrouded in auspicious clouds, the mist rises, the night shines brightly, and it can be seen thousands of miles away; Therefore, they are all respected as Tianfu Shenjing, and Siyi is tributary. Just three years ago, on the first day of the seventh month, in the middle of the night, there was a sudden rain of blood. When the morning dawns, everywhere is scarlet and smelly, and everyone is afraid. The ministers played the king, and they didn't know what caused the punishment from heaven. At that time, the Taoist priest was invited to make Jiao, and the monk was invited to read the scriptures and thank heaven and earth. But who knows, since this day, the golden pagoda in our temple has been stained with blood, and the glory will never be seen again. In the past two years, foreign countries have not come to pay tribute. Our king was going on a conquest, and the courtiers said that the monk in my Jinguang Temple had stolen the treasure on the pagoda, so there was no golden light, no auspicious clouds, and foreign countries did not come to pay tribute. The faint gentleman didn't need to be indiscriminate, he believed it to be true, the officials came and arrested us, tortured us to extract confessions, and did everything they could. At that time, I had three generations of monks here, and the first two generations had been tortured and couldn't stand it anymore and died. Now we have caught our generation and put them in chains. How dare we steal the treasure in the tower, Grandpa Wanwang has mercy, things gather like like, people divide into groups, great mercy and compassion, and use mana to save our lives!"