Gradually it was dark, the abbot lit the lamp, and the monks asked the golden cicada about the origin of the scriptures, and the other was greedy for the beauty of the woman, all of whom were gathered in clusters and wandered under the lamp.

Jin Chanzi said to the lama monk who had seen him for the first time: "Master of the courtyard, we will leave Baoshan tomorrow, and we want to ask how the journey to the west is?"

I saw the monk kneeling down on his knees, and he was so panicked that the golden cicada grabbed him and said, "The master of the courtyard, please get up, I will ask you a distance, why do you salute?"

The monk said, "Master will go west tomorrow, the road is smooth, and there is no need to bother. It's just that there is something that is hard to say at the moment, and I should have said it as soon as I entered the door, but I was afraid of offending Hong Wei, so I told him. ”

"The old master came to the east, Lu Yao worked hard, and it was very good to rest in the little monk's room, but this female Bodhisattva was not very convenient, so I didn't know where to ask him to sleep well. ”

When Jin Chanzi heard this, he hurriedly explained: "Courtyard master, don't be suspicious, say that my master and apprentice have any evil intentions. In the morning, I hit the black pine forest and bumped into this woman tied to a tree. The little disciple Wukong refused to save him, but I had bodhicitta and saved him, and I sent him to sleep with the master of the courtyard. ”

As soon as the monk heard Jin Chanzi's words, he hurriedly thanked: "Since the master is generous, invite him to the palace of the Heavenly King, and arrange a straw shop behind the grandfather of the Heavenly King, so that he can sleep." ”

Jin Cicada nodded and said, "Very good, very good." ”

After a short time, the little monks led the woman to sleep behind the palace. The golden cicadas were at ease in the abbot's room, and they dispersed.

Jin Chanzi instructed Wukong: "Hard work, go to bed early and get up early!"

Wukong and the others all slept together, not daring to leave, protecting the master.

Gradually into the night, it is that: the jade rabbit rises high, and the heavenly street is silent and stops pedestrians. The Milky Way is shining brightly, and the drum is changing.

A few people didn't say anything all night, and Jin Chanzi secretly thought about the origin of this female Bodhisattva, and fell asleep unconsciously, but dimly felt that someone was breathing beside him.

After a while, it was almost dawn, Wukong got up, taught Bajie Sha Seng to pack his bags and horses, and asked Master to continue walking.

At this time, the golden cicada was still asleep and had not woken up, and Wukong called out closely, "Master." ”

The golden cicada raised his head, but he didn't agree.

Wukong saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Master?"

The golden cicada groaned: "Wukong, why am I so hung with my head and swollen eyes, and my skin and bones hurt all over my body?"

Bajie listened to Jin Cicada's words, reached out to touch it, and found that Jin Cicada had some heat on his body.

Bajie said with a smile: "Brother Monkey, I know, I think I saw the meal last night that didn't cost money, and I ate a few more bowls, but I fell asleep with my head down, and I hurt my food, hehe." ”

Wukong, hearing Bajie say that the golden cicada was greedy because of greed, he shouted angrily: "Nonsense! Wait until I ask Master, what is going on." ”

Jin Chanzi said: "In the middle of the night, I got up to relieve my hands, and I forgot to wear my hat, thinking that it was blown by the wind. ”

Wukong nodded and said, "This is still reasonable, can the master walk now?"

Jin Chanzi was dying: "Wukong, I can't sit up today, how can I get on the horse? I'm afraid that I will miss the road!"

Wukong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "What the master said! As the saying goes, one day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father." I'll wait for you to be an apprentice, just like a son. As the saying goes, you don't need to be a gold or silver to raise a child, just see the scenery and have love. Since the master is unwell, why not delay the itinerary and stay a few more days!"

Wukong and the others served the master again, and before they knew it, the morning came and the afternoon came, and the good night passed and invaded the morning.

Time passed quickly, and after another three days, Jin Chanzi always felt that there was something different around him.

On that day, Jin Chanzi leaned up and shouted: "Wukong, I have been sick for the past two days, and I haven't asked you, the female Bodhisattva who lost her life, has anyone ever sent him some food to eat?"

Wukong smiled: "You don't care what he does, take care of his own illness first." ”

Jin Chanzi smiled embarrassedly: "Exactly, exactly." You help me up first, take out my paper, pen, and ink, and borrow an inkstone from the temple to make it. ”

Wukong asked, "Master, what do you want these things for?"

Jin Chanzi said: "I want to repair a letter and seal the Guan Wen together, and you will send it to Chang'an for me to see Emperor Taizong." ”

Wukong thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be a letter!

Wukong hurriedly said: "This is easy, my grandson has no ability, if you say that you send books: the first in the world." You pack up the book and stop it for me, I will send a somersault to Chang'an, hand it to the Tang King, and then turn a somersault to come back, and your pen and inkstone are not dry. But what's the matter with the master sending the book? Read the book first, and then I'll listen to it, and then it's not too late to write it. ”

Jin Chanzi pretended to be affectionate and shed tears again: "I wrote: The ministers and monks are the heads of the three heads, and the Long Live Mountain worships the Holy Monarch; Unexpectedly, he suffered misfortune on the way, and there was a disaster halfway through. Monks are sick and difficult to progress, and Buddhism is far-reaching. There is no life and empty labor, and the music is not sent today. ”

When Wukong heard this, it turned out that the master didn't want to do it, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "Master, you are not well, you are a little sick, so you have this idea." If you are seriously ill and want to live or die, just ask me. My old grandson has his own ability, and asked, "That Hades dares to get up, that judge dares to give tickets, and that ghost envoy comes to hook up?"

As soon as Jin Chanzi heard Wukong's words, he hurriedly persuaded: "Wukong, I'm seriously ill now, don't say this big thing to anger me." ”

Bajie hurriedly stepped forward and laughed: "Brother Monkey, look." If the master says it's not good, you just have to say it's good, it's very bad. Why don't we discuss it as soon as possible, sell the horse first, pawn the bags, buy a coffin for the master to send to the end, and then scatter the fire. ”

When Wukong heard this, he wanted to continue to answer, but after thinking about it again, he said: "Bajie, it's nonsense again! You don't know that Master is the second disciple of my Buddha Rulai, originally called Elder Jin Chan, just because he despises the Dharma, there should be this great disaster." ”

Bajie didn't know about this, so he could only ask knowingly: "Brother Monkey, since the master despised Buddhism and relegated back to the eastern soil, in the sea of right and wrong, in the field of tongue, he turned into a human body, vowed to go to the west to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures, tied up when he met a goblin, hung himself when he met a demon, and suffered all kinds of troubles, why did he make him sick?"

Wukong smiled and said: "You know that Master may not have heard of the Buddha**, took a nap, lost the next one, and came to the lower realm with a grain of rice under his left foot, so he should have these three days of illness." ”

Bajie exclaimed: "Like an old pig who eats and spills, I don't know how many years he has been sick!"

Wukong shook his head, patted Bajie's stomach and said, "Bajie, the Buddha doesn't think of you sentient beings. You don't know that in the afternoon of the day when the people are hoeing, the sweat drops the soil. Master only has one day today, and tomorrow will be fine, so there is no need to worry. ”

Jin Chanzi really didn't want to answer, if he let the two brothers and sisters continue to talk, I'm afraid he won't live long, and hurriedly said: "Wukong, I'm different today than yesterday, and I'm very thirsty in my throat." Go outside, and find some cold water for me to eat. ”

Wukong was talking energetically, and said helplessly: "Okay! Master wants water to eat, it's okay." Wait until I get water. ”

Wukong took the bowl and went to the incense kitchen behind the temple to get water.

Suddenly, I saw that those monks had red eyes and choked with sorrow, but they didn't dare to cry loudly.

When Wukong saw this, he thought that they were disgusted with him, so he shouted: "You monks, you are like a small family! Our master and apprentice will stay for a few days, and thank you before leaving, and the firewood money will be counted as your money every day." Why such pus!"

Wukong, who heard the monks, shouted, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Don't dare!

Wukong shouted again: "Why don't you dare?" I think it's my long-mouthed junior brother, who eats a lot of intestines, and hurts your book?"

The monks replied: "Master, my barren mountain, large and small, there are also a hundred and ten monks, each of whom can afford to raise the master for one day and one hundred and ten days. How dare you deceive your heart, what do you care about eating!"

Wukong was surprised, so he asked, "Since you don't care, why are you crying here?"

The monks cried and said, "Master, I don't know if the demon from the mountain is in this temple." We took two little monks to beat the bell and beat the drum at night, but we could only hear the bell and drum ringing, and no one returned. When I searched for it the next day, I saw the monk's hat and shoes thrown in the back garden, and the bones were still alive and were eaten. You stayed for three days, and six monks disappeared from my temple. Therefore, my brothers can't help but be afraid, and they can't help but not be hurt. Seeing your old man's kindness, I didn't dare to say it, and I couldn't help but cry. ”

When Wukong heard this, he was surprised and delighted: "Needless to say, it must be a demon who is hurting people here, wait for me to get rid of him for you." ”

The monks hurriedly said: "Master, the goblins who are not good will definitely soar through the clouds and mist, and they will definitely go out of the dark and into the underworld." The ancients said well, don't believe in being upright, and you must guard against benevolence. Master, don't blame us for saying: If you can hold him, you will give me this barren mountain in addition to this bane, and it is the three lives who are lucky, if you can't hold him, how can this be good? ”

Wukong asked again, "Why is there no good way?"

The monks said, "Don't hide it from the master." In my barren mountain, although there are hundreds of monks, they are all only monks since childhood, their hair is long and sharpened, and their clothes are torn and seamed. In the morning, he got up and washed his face, crossed his hands and bowed his body, and took refuge in the avenue, and at night he came to collect and burn incense, and pious and bowed his teeth, and recited the Mida. ”

"Raise your head and see the Buddha, the lotus nine products, the three vehicles, the Cihang and the Dharma clouds, and wish to see the garden and the world-honored; ”

"Zhu Tan is coming more and more, the old, the small, the long, the short, the fat, the thin, knocking on the wooden fish one by one, hitting the golden chime, one by one, two volumes of the Lotus Sutra, one strategy "Liang Wang Confession"; ”

"Let him warblers cry birds and fight, and it is not convenient for me to be merciful. Therefore, they will not subdue tigers, nor will they descend dragons, nor will they know any monsters, nor will they know any mountain spirits. ”

"Master, you can afford to provoke that demon, but my hundred and ten monks are only enough for him to have a full meal, one of them has fallen into the reincarnation of my sentient beings, the second is to wipe out this Zen forest monument, and the third is to come to the meeting, there is no brilliance at all. Isn't there no way out?"