Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 105

early morning.

In the pile of bones, in the quicksand river, Layman Jingxuan woke up leisurely.

If it wasn't for the memory of Tianting, he would have suspected that he had crossed again.

At this moment, he became Sha Wujing.

Above the head is the turbulent river, and beside him is a simple bed made of white bones and water plants.

……

After holding his head in thought for a while, Layman Jingxuan finally clarified the ins and outs of the matter——

The day before, he was still instructing Jiangshan in the Department of Spiritual Creation, preparing to let Tai Erhun wear on the body of the curtain and play the role of Sha Wujing.

I had a dream at night.

Stepping on the lotus lantern, drifting around, came to the Liusha River.

Then it became what it is now.

Some important memories must have been lost in the middle, but I couldn't remember what it was.

But don't panic!
Journey to the west is only a matter of two or three years, and in the sky, that is two or three days.

It may even be unusable for two or three days. After meeting the Little Star Master, explain the situation and ask them to send me back.

It's so easy!
Layman Jingxuan figured this out, so he came to the surface of the Liusha River and looked towards the east from afar.

According to the conversion ratio of one day to one year, one night is equivalent to six months, and Sanzang's master and apprentice will come here soon.

But. Sunrise sunset, sunset sunrise.

He waited for three full days, but he didn't even see anyone.

He simply familiarized himself with the 36-way crazy magic wand method of the rolling shutter dozens of times. In fact, he is now similar to the soul wearer. Although the memory of the original owner is lost, his physical instincts are still there.

In addition to his ugly appearance, which made him worry about it, his physical fitness was excellent, worthy of the Shura clan!
On the fourth day, Layman Jingxuan had nothing to do and went to a nearby village, scaring the children in the village to tears.

The fifth day. The sixth day. The seventh day.
He found something for himself to do.

When Sanzang's master and apprentice came on the eighth day, they saw an astonishing scene~
A blue-faced monk in coarse clothes was kneeling on the ground to carve a wooden boat.

Sanzang fixed his eyes, pointed at Layman Jingxuan, "Bajie, do you know this person?"

"I don't know!"

Marshal Tianpeng, that is, Zhu Bajie at this time, carried the burden with a nine-tooth nail rake, and said without blinking, "Look at his fierce face, he must be a monster who eats people and creates disasters. Master must not be kind to women. Let the elder brother kill him!"

Tripitaka: ...

"But I clearly saw him carving a wooden boat? With such concentration, how could he be a monster?"

"Master, look carefully! The bow, stern and body of the ship are not a bunch of white skeletons. This is clearly a demon cultivator!"

Seeing those skeletons, Sanzang's face changed,
"Wukong, come forward to ask questions, don't do it lightly!"

Wukong blinked, carrying the golden cudgel, circled Lay Jingxuan and his wooden boat,
"Monster! You harmed the common people, ate people, and even made skulls into floats, and you will eat my old grandson with a stick!"

"Brother, don't make trouble!"

Layman Jingxuan concentrated on carving the pattern on the boat body without looking back, then patted his buttocks and stood up.

What he engraves here is the picture of Tang monk master and apprentice learning scriptures from the west.

Of course, there is no specific plot, just the scene of the four masters and apprentices "you lead the horse, I carry the burden, welcome the sunrise and send off the sunset".

But the characters' movements, shapes, and expressions are all vivid.

Among them, Monk Sha is surprisingly handsome, Bajie is obese and wretched, Wukong is thin and dry, Sanzang is stupid and silly... well, it is very vivid.

"What a monster! It's a pity to kill him with such skill!"

Wukong rolled his eyes, "You kowtow three times to me, and call grandpa grandpa three times, grandson will let you live!"

"Wait a minute!"

Layman Jingxuan bypassed Wukong, picked up a bucket of paint, picked up a small brush, and began to paint and color the hull of the boat meticulously.

This application lasts for an hour.

Sanzang and the others were tired from standing up!

Finally, they all sat down and watched.

They have all seen craftsmen doing carpentry, but it is unheard of for Layman Jingxuan to do carpentry so solemnly and sacredly.

Bajie blinked his big eyes, and said with some doubts,
"Who the hell are you? This kind of behavior is like an old friend of my old pig!"

He thought about it for a long time, and he had long thought that this person was not a roller blind. It is impossible for a roller blind to have such a skill, let alone such patience to do carpentry.

"The poor monk Sha Wujing, ordered by the Bodhisattva, is here to wait for Tripitaka, and is willing to follow Master to the west to seek the scriptures!"

Layman Jingxuan finished his carpentry work, came to Sanzang, knelt down and bowed down.

Poor monk Sha Wujing?

Sanzang was speechless.

The teacher hasn't given you a name yet, where did you get the dharma name?
"This is your senior brother, Sun Wukong, and your second senior brother, Zhu Wuneng, pack up, let's go!"

Things have come to this point, there is no need to act anymore.

He knows the situation of the rolling shutter better than anyone else. His spiritual consciousness has long been obliterated by the Nirvana Dafa of the Ninth World, leaving only a shell.

"Wait a little longer, the paint on this boat is dry before we can cross the river,"

Layman Jingxuan smiled and agreed, "This boat will be left for the villagers in the future, so that they can also cross the quicksand river where goose feathers cannot float, and also pass on the deeds of the Buddhist scriptures. Great ad!"

advertise?

A playful smile appeared on Wukong's face, and he suddenly knew who this person was.

After living for so long, there is only one person who asked him to be an advertising spokesperson, and he still remembers this.

"Did you bring the magic weapon?"

Ok?
Zhu Bajie was stunned.

Carpentry work... magic weapon, don't tell me, this person is really a master of spiritual creation, right?
He thought for a moment, pretended to be ignorant, and lowered his head.

He was plotted to bring down the Heavenly Court, and then deliberately threw himself into a pig's womb, turning into this half-human, half-demon look. He has no place to tell others about the hardships of these years, and it is even more impossible not to learn a lesson.

One or two of you both have the ability and the background, so it doesn't matter how much you trouble yourself.

My old pig is out of luck!

Can't I admit that I'm cowardly?
When Layman Jingxuan heard the word "fabao", he immediately touched his forehead with his hand, regretting it so much.

Soul wear is convenient and trouble-free, but none of those duplicating magic weapons have been brought over. How can this be advertised?
"Wujing, why do you want to travel west with your teacher?"

Everyone had their own concerns, and Sanzang asked a thought-provoking question.

What do you mean?
Layman Jingxuan and Sanzang looked at each other, don't you know why I am traveling to the West?

Pretending to be confused, or acting?
"Wukong went to the West to travel to the West with his teacher to break through Mount Sumeru and see the scenery beyond the world; Bajie went to the West to become a strong man and take his destiny into his own hands. They all have clear goals, so What about you, what is your goal? If you are only traveling westward for the sake of traveling westward, the poor monk does not need such an apprentice."

Oh.
Seeing Sanzang's serious expression, Layman Jingxuan understood that Sanzang was not pretending to be confused, he was really confused.

In other words, he was sometimes confused and sometimes sober. The reincarnation of nine generations not only wiped out most of his cultivation, but also included a lot of memories.

It's just that Layman Jingxuan doesn't know how much he remembers about Little Star Lord's past.

"My...poor monk...disciple's trip to the west is to let the scriptures be passed down through the ages!"

Layman Jingxuan answered seriously.

The scriptures confessed by Tang Emperor Li Shimin will one day be perfectly reproduced by this layman, so that it can become a cultural heritage that can truly represent the spirit of the Tang people and be handed down forever!

"Amitabha!"

The light in Sanzang's eyes flashed, "My Buddha is merciful, there is hope for all sentient beings!"

Wukong, Bajie, and Layman Jingxuan imitated the example and put their hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

The westward group of four has been completely gathered so far, together with the white dragon horse and the five elements, they embarked on a journey to Daleiyin Temple and Mount Sumeru.

Sitting on the boat, Layman Jingxuan couldn't help asking Sanzang, "Master, it is said that you will reach the Liusha River soon, why are you late?"

"As a teacher, I went out of the border of the Tang Dynasty, and when I passed through the country of Hayao in the west, it happened to be a war,"

Sanzang replied flatly, "Wukong and I repelled the monster soldiers, so there was a delay!"

Beat back the demon soldiers?
Layman Jingxuan looked at Wukong with a questioning expression.

"Exactly, the master couldn't bear to see the people suffer, so he killed a demon king and a few demon generals along the way!"

Wukong understated it, to him, it was a trivial matter.

Isn't the demon king's life his life?
It seems that although Little Star Master has become Sanzang, his habit of killing decisively has not changed.

But how did the Demon King and the Demon General get together?
Thinking about it a step further, Layman Jingxuan felt more and more that this journey to the West was not easy!
　555555!

　　I cried to death!
　　Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 are in the wrong order, and no modification is allowed!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)