Sun Wukong asked: "Rakshasa girl, if you don't leave, what are you still 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 Girl, and he can't bear to do too much, and he is still selfish, and said to Sun Wukong:

"Great Sage! While she knew the way to extinguish the fire, he asked her for a way to cut off the root of the fire and save this side of the living beings, so he returned her fan. The little god is here to ask for some blood food, thank you deeply!"

Sun Wukong knew the meaning of the land, and asked the Rakshasa girl: "I heard from the villagers at that time that this mountain fan has extinguished the fire, and only harvests the grains for one year, 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 Tang monks and apprentices spent the night on the side of the road.

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.

Tang Seng said that he was in a hurry, Zhu Bajie picked up the burden, Monk Sha helped Tang Seng to get on the horse, the land led the way in front, Sun Wukong protected on the side, the autumn was high and refreshing, and he went to the cool flame mountain.

The land sent the four Tang monks over the Flame Mountain, went to the road Pingchuan, thanked Sun Wukong and others, and left.

Tang monks and apprentices faced the autumn wind and went 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.

On this day, when he walked to a city, Tang Seng restrained 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 is full of dragons and tigers, palaces, jade bridges, gold as the platform, and the weather is majestic.

"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?"

Sun Wukong said: "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?"

Monk Sha said: "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 said: "If there is no plaque, how do you know? ”

Tang Seng 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.

Tang Seng couldn't help but sigh and said: "The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad, and the thing hurts it!"

Turning his head and shouting, "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 Tang Seng 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 Flaming Mountain, he saw the monk suffering, 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 Tang Seng and said, "How have you been wronged? Let's hear it." ”

"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.

Tang Seng promised: "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.

In the main hall, the incense and candles have long been burned out, and no one has replaced them, no one has cleaned the fallen leaves in the courtyard, no one has wiped the cobwebs on the eaves corners, and even the drum and bronze bell are covered with thick dust.

When Tang Seng saw it, he couldn't help but feel sad, with tears in his eyes.

The monks in the temple wore shackles, pushed the door of the main hall open, and invited Tang monks to worship the Buddha in the temple.

Tang Seng entered the hall, offered incense, 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.

Tang Seng couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned out.

The monks invited Tang monks and apprentices into the abbot, invited the four Tang monks 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 asked, "We are! How do you recognize us?"

"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, what grievances do you have?" Tang Seng looked at the desolation of the temple and the grievances of the monks, and hurriedly asked.

"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.

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

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

"Then why are there four Yi tributes?"

The monks said, "Listen to us:

"Our Jinguang Temple, since the completion of the pagoda, the pagoda is shrouded in auspicious clouds, the mist rises, the night shines brightly, thousands of miles away can also be seen; 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 bloody rain. 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 doesn't need to be indiscriminate, believe 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.

"Master is above, how dare we steal the treasure in the tower! Wan Wang's grandfather has mercy, things gather like like, people divide by groups, great mercy and compassion, and use mana to save our lives!"

Tang Seng nodded and sighed: "This matter is due to the negligence of the imperial court, and secondly, it is also your fate to have a disaster." Since the rain of blood fell from heaven and polluted the pagoda, why did the king not play the king at that time, so that he suffered this suffering?"

"Grandpa, how do we mortals know the will of heaven? And the previous two generations are incomprehensible, what can we do?"

The monks' faces were gloomy.

Tang Seng turned to Sun Wukong: "Wukong, when is it now?"

"Before and after the time of Shen. ”

Tang Seng looked at the sky and said, "If I go to see the king to change Guan Wen, there are still some things that are unclear about the monks here, and I can't understand when I see the king." When I left Chang'an, I made a vow in Famen Temple:

"On the western road, burn incense in the temple, worship the Buddha in the temple, and see the tower sweeping the tower. The grievances of this monk are burdened by the pagoda. Prepare me a new broom, and when I am bathed, go up and sweep it, and see what is the matter with this filthy thing? What is the reason for not letting it go? ”

When these shackled monks heard that they were going to sweep the tower, they hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife and handed it to Zhu Bajie:

"Grandpa, you take a knife to break the iron lock of the little monk locked on the pillar, let them go to arrange hot water for fasting, and serve the old man to fast and bathe. We went to the street to clean the tower with a new broom for the old man. ”

Zhu Bajie smiled: "What's so difficult about unlocking? No need for a knife and axe! That hairy old man, he is an expert in unlocking!"