Traversing into the Sun Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain

Chapter 9 Arson Little White Dragon

Sun Yue didn't say much, and went down directly on the clouds.

It was almost a moment before I saw Tang Seng sitting on the side of the road.

Then he lowered his head, blinked his eyes and stepped forward deliberately: "Amitabha! Monks don't tell lies, master, why don't you walk? What are you doing here?"

Tang Seng couldn't help raising his head and complaining: "Where are you going? I'm told to do it but I dare not do it, and I don't dare to move it. I just wait here for you."

Sun Yue scratched his head on purpose, and said, "Amitabha! If the monks don't lie, Lao Sun went to relieve him."

Tang Seng couldn't help muttering again: "My words are a bit harsh, so you blame me and throw me away. Those who are capable like you can ask for tea; those who can't go like me, just stay here Hungry. You are sorry."

Sun Yue couldn't help scratching his head again in amusing, and couldn't help blurting out: Is the disciple not sorry?It's very satisfying.

I didn't expect Tang Seng to have such an interesting time.

So he said directly: "Master, if you are hungry, I will go and have some fast food with you."

Tang Seng said calmly: "There is no need for fasting. I still have some dry food in my bag, which was given by Liu Taibao's mother. You go get some water from the bowl, and let me eat and walk."

Sun Yue blinked his eyes on purpose again and said, "Master, have you forgotten that all those dry rations were given to the tiger to eat by you."

Tang Seng was choked directly, and hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Amitabha! Apprentice, I dare not speak against you, why do you still run on me like this, the tiger is evil, really, really, you have a share, if you didn't say it , How could I indulge a tiger to do evil?"

Sun Yue immediately looked innocent, spread his hands, and said: "I didn't say anything, I just told the master that the Buddha once cut meat to feed the eagle."

Tang Seng continued to put his palms together and said: "You open that bag, and use the bowl inside to find some water for me to eat."

Sun Yue had no choice but to open the bag, only to see that there were indeed a bright cotton collar and a hat inlaid with gold flowers inside, but there were none before.

Then he couldn't help but blinked again and said: "Master, I remember that I didn't have this coat and hat before. Could it be that the master picked it up on the road? Monks don't tell lies, so the master is not allowed to lie to my grandson."

In an instant, Tang Seng couldn't help but muttered again, and said: "Uh! Well, it was a gift from an old mother I met as a teacher before. If you like it, you can also wear it. But in the future, you can't wear it anymore. If you say a word to me as a teacher, you will abandon your teacher and leave."

At the same time, there is also a Buddha's name in my heart: Amitabha!The poor monk did not tell lies.

Sun Yue rolled his eyes, smelled it with his nose, and then said: "There is still a scent, I don't know where it came from? Old Sun doesn't like this kind of dress, let's keep it for now.

Laosun promised the master that as long as the master does not chase Laosun, Laosun will definitely protect you to that Western Paradise. "

Finally, when Sun Yue's voice fell, Tang Seng couldn't help feeling relieved, but at the same time he couldn't help sighing: If he didn't lie, how could he be able to wear it.Since he promised me not to leave again, let's keep it for now (the second senior brother said: this monkey is too deceitful).

So the master and apprentice reconciled, buckled the horse again, packed the luggage, and continued to rush westward.

Sun Yue also couldn't help but look forward to it, but he knew that the little white dragon was ahead.

But this time it took only a few days to walk, and it just happened to catch up with the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, and the wind was bleak, and all the way to the west was full of cliffs and mountains.

Tang Seng was riding on the horse, but he almost didn't freeze into a ghost.

On the contrary, for Sun Yue, he only felt that everything was incomparably novel, and even under the sealed mana, he could drink copper juice and eat iron pills in his flesh body, and he couldn't feel the cold at all.

At the same time, I also have a copy of "Journey to the West" in my hand, and I am looking forward to the monsters along the way, so I don't feel bored.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and finally Xiaobailong's snake coiled around the mountain and eagle's sorrowful stream was in sight.

However, he had always had a good impression of Xiao Bailong before, but when he really had time to read "Journey to the West", he realized that his impression was completely wrong.

And the eighth chapter has a clear record, that is, when he was walking, he saw a jade dragon calling in the air.The Bodhisattva approached and asked, "Are you He Long, and you are suffering here?"

The dragon said: "I am the son of Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea. Because I set fire to the jewel in the palace, my father played the court of heaven and sued me for disobedience. The Jade Emperor hung me in the air and beat me three hundred times. I will be punished soon. Look. Bodhisattvas help and help."

But it did not say why it set the fire.

If there is a reason, then it is definitely not missing a record. Could it be that a few words are missing to explain?Why did the little white dragon set fire to it, but he couldn't even use ten words.

That is to say, its goods were set on fire for no reason at all.

And arson without any reason is the most terrible arson.

It was also the reason why even his own father had to sue him for disobedience and execute him to death.

So Sun Yue couldn't help but look forward to the little white dragon who set fire to the death row criminal.

So in a few days, Tang Seng was riding a horse among the cliffs and mountains, when suddenly he heard the sound of water coming from a distance, and he couldn't help but turned around and shouted: "Wukong, where is the sound of water?"

After a few days of getting along, the master and apprentice finally got to know each other better.

As for Sun Yue, Tang Seng is completely an idiot brainwashed by Xitian Buddhism, and at the same time innocent and cute, for example, he can't help biting his fingers when he is frightened to the extreme.

Sun Yue knew that he had arrived at the territory of Little White Dragon in Yingchou Stream, Snake Pan Mountain.

Then soon, together with Tang Seng, they went to a stream.

Tang Seng couldn't help but rein in and watch from a distance.

Sun Yue couldn't help but suddenly said: "Master, let me go, Lao Sun suddenly became very poetic and wanted to chant a poem."

Tang Seng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! I don't want you to have such a literary talent, so I just recited a poem in this stream for my teacher to listen to."

Sun Yue cleared his throat, of course it was from Journey to the West, but it is a pity that there is no Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the audience, and he must sing a song in front of Avalokitesvara in the future.

And directly, he raised his head slightly and chanted in cadence:
"The cold veins pass through the clouds, and the clear waves reflect the sun.

Shaking the night rain and smelling the valley, the bright glow of the sun dazzles the space.

Thousands of waves flew to smash the jade, and a puff of water roared with the breeze.

Flowing back to thousands of hours of smoke, the gulls and herons have forgotten to catch each other. "

But I don't want to write a poem, and before Tang Seng praised, suddenly there was a sound of water in the stream, pushing waves and waves, a dragon came out, and directly swallowed it at Tang Seng.

Naturally, Sun Yue had been waiting for a long time, and in an instant he pulled Tang Seng and flew away in a flash.

Tang Seng couldn't help being frightened again.

Sun Yue, on the other hand, stood with one hand on his chest as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help but say with interest: "Tsk tsk! Amitabha Buddha! We are monks who care about compassion, sweeping the floor for fear of harming the lives of ants, and cherishing the moth veil lamp.

It's really pitiful, pitiful, pitiful for a horse's life, being eaten by that wicked dragon, isn't that horse a living thing? "

(End of this chapter)