Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 39

What does it take to make a person desperate?

Instead of stomping him down at the bottom of his ascent, kicking him down the valley after he's labored to the top.

Only after you get it will you suffer after losing it.

Mo Chen is in pain right now, and his heart aches so badly that he can't extricate himself from it.

He was squatting at the gate of the temple basking in the sun, staring blankly at the ground with blank eyes.

Gone, all gone!

He practiced hard and tried his best to follow the monkey to the sky to plan, but in the end it was all in vain.

All the mana, primordial spirit, and Nanming Lihuo fire seeds in his body were blocked by a very powerful and mysterious force. Without mana, he couldn't even open the space magic weapon that stored the elixir. With the strength and a particularly hard physical body, it can't even change into the original shape.

The body of Bajiu Xuangong is still strong, but what can he do, work hard to chop firewood to be a woodcutter or smash boulders on the street?If you can't fly into the sky and escape from the ground, then what kind of gods are you?

What hurt Mo Chen the most was that he was completely unable to cultivate by himself. The mysterious restriction in his body blocked his ability to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon. He could only accept his fate as a mortal.

Regret, Mo Chen's intestines are almost green with regret!

Hands are cheap, hands are cheap, the plan was good at the beginning, stealing peaches and pills, if you go according to the original plan, it will be over, why do you have to steal someone's Taishang Laojun's futon?You stole the elixir, maybe Laojun thought it was eaten by monkeys, and you stole the futon, what do you say?
Junior, my futon is so easy to handle?
These words and that big finger almost became Mo Chen's bewilderment. For the past half month, he would dream of this scene every night in his dreams.

Losing so much for a broken futon, the more Mo Chen thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, his eyebrows frowned, and the resentment in his eyes was so strong that it almost dripped out.

"Mother, mother, do you think that uncle is a fool?"

Not far from Mo Chen, there is a pair of mother and son who come to this temple to offer incense. The mother is about 30 years old, and she is quite pretty. It looks very lucky.

The mother and the son are both plainly dressed, and the clothes are washed a little white, which shows that the family is not well-off.

At this moment, the boy was pulling his mother and pointing at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen has been sitting here for a long time, always looking heartbroken. Since he came to this temple for half a month, he has spent every day like this, sitting there in the sun in a daze, not paying attention to cleaning his own bed. The image is bearded, sloppy, and the clothes are full of dirt.This honor does indeed look like a fool and beggar.

The charming young woman looked at Mo Chen, took out a few copper coins from her bosom, handed them to the young man, and said softly, "An'er, go and give the money to that beggar uncle."

The young man took the copper plate, ran towards Mo Chen excitedly, threw the copper plate at Mo Chen's feet, and said, "Uncle beggar, my mother gave it to you!"

Mo Chen, who was immersed in his own world, was awakened. He looked at the copper plate under his feet, with a wry smile on his face.

beggar?I am a great fairy, and if I can occupy one side of the four major continents, I will become a beggar?
But for the boy's kindness, Mo Chen nodded and smiled at him.

The young man seemed a little shy, and ran into his mother's arms, then smiled at Mo Chen, and then the two walked towards the temple.

The moment the two disappeared into the temple gate, Mo Chen looked at the copper coins under his feet with contempt, completely ignored them, and then immersed himself in his own sad world.

I'm a fairy, can I take these small copper coins?Wave your hand to conjure up mountains of gold and silver, okay?

Not long after the mother and son entered, Mo Chen was summoned out of his own world again.

"Big Brother, it's time to eat." It was a young monk with a handsome appearance of seven or eight years old, wearing a gray monk robe, with clear and cute eyes, and beside him was a big black dog whose eyes were full of agility. color.

This is Mo Chen's savior. Half a month ago, he was beaten down from the sky by the old gentleman, and he was completely beaten into a mortal. He fell into the nearby river and was rescued by the little monk in front of him.

The young monk was called Jue Qiao, and although he was young, he was already the abbot of the temple behind Mo Chen.

Although the main thing to do in the past half month was to be in a daze, Mo Chen still heard a lot of information from the occasional pilgrims who came to offer incense.

This is the Great Wei State in Nanzhan Buzhou. This small temple is a Ksitigarbha Temple, located on a hill thirty miles outside Yujing City, the capital of Wei State.This small temple was originally only supported by the young monk Jue Qiao and his master. The temple is not big, and it can barely maintain it with pilgrims from several nearby villages and towns. A year ago, the old monk died of illness, and only the young monk Jue Qiao remained. up.

The State of Wei is a big country, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, with more than 30 counties under its jurisdiction. Can live on.

But it's just going on, rough tea and light meals are definitely inevitable.

Mo Chen looked at the two buns handed over by Little Monk Jue Qiao with a bitter expression on his face, but he still reached out to take them.

The buns are good buns, steaming hot, but the stuffing inside is the wild vegetables picked by the little monk himself from the mountain, and it is very bitter.

Seeing Mo Chen pick up the steamed stuffed bun, the little monk smiled and said, "Brother, go get two buckets of water when you're full. The water in the tank is exhausted."

Mo Chen nodded. The little monk was too small, and the water tank was tall. In the past, the pilgrims and villagers who came to the door helped pick it up. After he came here, he often helped to fetch water for the water tank.

The little monk still had to attend class in the morning, chant scriptures to Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, and left naturally after delivering the meal.Mo Chen waited for the little monk to leave, then picked up the buns and started eating. He couldn't absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and naturally he couldn't feed the grain, so he could only eat like ordinary people.

Taking a big bite of the steamed stuffed bun, Mo Chen resisted the bitter taste of wild vegetables in his mouth, and swallowed it hastily before he could chew it carefully, but he couldn't swallow the second bite no matter what.

He stared at the food in his hand, hesitation in his eyes, eat it, or not, I am a god, a god, in Buddhism, he is considered a Bodhisattva, how can he eat wild vegetable buns all at once?
However, what can you eat without eating buns?
After a long while, a trace of firmness flashed across Mo Chen's eyes, he stuffed the bun into his bosom, and picked up the copper coins on the ground.

Well, it’s so sweet!

I heard from the pilgrim that in the town at the foot of the mountain, there is a family named Zhao whose fresh meat and big steamed stuffed buns are delicious. You have to try it. Immortals also want to eat...

(End of this chapter)