Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 113

"Could it be an old monster from somewhere?"

Hearing Wukong's words, Layman Jingxuan couldn't help feeling tense.

If the old dean doesn't respond properly, the next sentence will be "eat my old grandson" right?
Then the blood was splashed on the Guanyin Temple.

He blinked and quietly took two steps back.

However, violence did not occur.

The old abbot shook his fat monk robe, clasped his hands together and saluted,

"My disciple has worshiped Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva for many years. The Bodhisattva gave a hint a few days ago, saying that there are four Buddhist scripture learners, masters and apprentices, who came from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land. They are about to pass by the Avalokitesvara Temple. Special disciples are here to welcome them."

"It's Dean Lao!"

Sanzang hurriedly returned the gift, exchanged some pleasantries with the old director, and then went to drink tea in the inner hall.

"Haven't you asked the dean's dharma name yet?"

The guests and hosts were seated, and the young novice served fragrant tea. Sanzang seemed to ask a question casually.

"The disciple's Dharma name is unified."

The old dean raised his eyelids and looked at Sanzang, "The Bodhisattva said, the Buddha has bestowed on you several treasures. I wonder if you can open your eyes?"

"Nothing is impossible!"

Sanzang then asked Wukong to open it and salute, and took out the brocade cassock.

Immediately, the room was filled with red light, full of splendor, dazzled the eyes of the old dean and all the monks.

At this point, it is consistent with the original plot of Journey to the West.

It's just that Layman Jingxuan is very curious. The Sanzang transformed into the little star master is supposed to know all the progress of Journey to the West, as long as he doesn't seal this part of his memory.

Facing this old dean who is full of greed and obsessed with rich robes and brocade ornaments, how will he respond?
"Ugh, woohoo!"

Looking at the brocade cassock, the old dean's wrinkled and dizzy old eyes suddenly shone brightly. He first clicked his tongue in admiration, and then froze on the spot, showing a complex expression of sincere sadness and regret on his face.

In the end, he just beat his chest and stomped his feet, crying loudly.

All the monks in the monastery, as well as Tang Seng, his master and his disciples, were all stunned.

"Old Dean, why is this so?"

The two monks next to him held on to the old abbot, both of whom were 12 perplexed.

The guests are still here, you are not afraid of losing face if you cry like this!

"I cried because I was old and dim-sighted, and I never saw treasures. I lived 270 years in vain, and all my lives were in vain."

Ok?
How did you say that, Sanzang took a sip of tea and said calmly,
"The dean's words are serious. It's just a cassock. The most important thing is to devote one's heart to the Buddha. A few things outside the body are nothing!"

"Things outside the body, what's the point?"

Hearing this, the old dean immediately wiped away his tears, stared at a pair of mouse eyes, and said indignantly, "This brocade cassock is adorned with the seven treasures of Buddhism, and those who devote themselves to worshiping Buddha can avoid falling into reincarnation if they wear it. A gift from the Buddha, how can you get it if you devote yourself to the Buddha? I am here, I have been a vegetarian for more than 200 years, why haven’t I seen him give me one? Holy monk, you are in the blessing, guarding the clouds and talking about the moon. !"

"Old man, you have a long lifespan, and reciting scriptures and worshiping Buddha day and night is already a blessing that many people can't ask for. How can you spoil your mood for a mere cassock?"

What Sanzang said was sincere, but it always gave people the illusion of cynicism.

"Unless the holy monk lends this cassock to the old monk and enshrines it in the courtyard, so that he can see it day and night, otherwise, the old monk's heart will not be at peace!"

Layman Jingxuan curled his lips, while Wukong covered his mouth and laughed.

They all knew that the old man had a bad intention and was about to make a mistake.

"It's not yours that I lent it to you. I'll take it away tomorrow. You still have to hang yourself? Bajie, hurry up and put away the cassock, put it away!"

Wukong deliberately teased him, so he was about to put away his cassock.

"No one is allowed to move!"

Unexpectedly, the skinny old dean let out a thunderous roar like a lion, holding the cassock with both hands to protect his chest, "Anyone who dares to touch this cassock, I will be smashed to death here!"

I go!

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

What is this number?
When you see a baby, you have to take it for yourself. Do you still want to threaten us with death?
"hey-hey!"

Wukong sneered and pulled out the golden cudgel, "I'll give you the old money-grubbing ghost, and eat my old grandson with a stick. If you still don't die, so what if I give you the cassock?"

"Wukong! Don't mess around!"

Sanzang stopped Wukong.

Smiling, he bowed his hands to the old dean, "Since you can't live without this beautiful cassock, so what if the poor monk gave you the cassock?"

"No, Master!"

Bajie hurriedly stopped, "This is a treasure bestowed by the Buddha, how can you give it away so easily?"

Official background, this has formed a professional habit.

"It doesn't matter, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Sanzang waved his hand, "It's rare that the old headmaster likes it, and he will definitely not insult the baby. Maybe, this is also the test of the Buddha?"

This sentence was so meaningful that Wukong Bajie and the others fell silent.

The four sages tested their Zen mind before, which really left a psychological shadow on everyone. If the Buddha this time, is testing the understanding of the people who learn the scriptures and their attachment to treasures, then...

It's good to give it away, so as not to worry about thieves.

"Then I would like to thank the holy monk!"

The old dean was overjoyed, and shouted for his disciples and grandchildren to entertain Sanzang and his disciples, and then he went back to the backyard with a brocade cassock.

Layman Jingxuan heaved a sigh of relief, because the monks in the Guanyin Academy were just an introduction, and there was a section about the cassock of the Black Wind Mountain Monster Robber after that, because of this cassock, many people died.

Sanzang sent the cassock away, no doubt a clever move.

It not only solves the immediate dilemma, but also avoids subsequent troubles.

But after a few minutes, the old dean came back again.

"Holy Monk,"

He cried as he walked, stumbled to Sanzang's side, reached out and grabbed Sanzang's sleeve,
"I still have one merciless request. I just put on my cassock, and I feel that my Zen mind is clear. I understand all the Buddhist principles that I haven't comprehended for many years, but there is one thing missing!"

What else is missing?
Sanzang looked at the greedy old dean, and his expression became a little cold.

"With the cassock, but without the Zen staff, if someone sees this, they will think that I have been tricked and abducted. Holy monk, if you are a good person to the end, you can also give the Zen staff to the old monk?"

uh~
This time, Sanzang also had some difficulties.

It's not that I feel sorry for the Zen stick, but I'm wondering what the old dean wants to do.

This old man has to look forward to Shu, so he won't have any unscrupulous schemes, right?

Seeing this, Wukong was furious, and wanted to step forward again.

Layman Jingxuan hurriedly shouted, "It's rude to ask for cassocks, but you also want a Zen staff. You are so greedy and insatiable, are you still a monk?"

"Since the monks are all empty, why do you care about a mere Zen stick? The Buddha once cut meat to feed the eagle, and you just watched my old man die of heartache because I couldn't get the Zen staff. Then what you do is in line with the monks, and everyone else. Tang Gaoseng's standard?"

The old dean didn't hesitate at all, taking advantage of his short stature, he put his head on Wukong's golden cudgel,
"You beat me to death and see if the Bodhisattva will spare you!"

"Is it true that the Bodhisattva instructed you to come here?"

Sanzang rolled his eyes and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Naturally, it was the Bodhisattva who instructed me, otherwise how would I know that you are coming?"

The old dean pointed to the monastery and said loudly, "Look clearly, this is Guanyin Temple!"

Oh!
Sanzang thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

Half an hour later, the four masters and apprentices left the Guanyin Temple.

Well, not unhappy at all.

Layman Jingxuan was also a little pleased, the suitcase was much lighter without the brocade cassock and Jiuxi Zen staff.

"Master, cough!"

Wukong was dissatisfied and wanted to say a few words to Sanzang, but seeing the latter's cute expression in a blink of an eye, he swallowed the words back to his stomach.

As for Bajie, he will not raise any objections.

Leaders make the right decisions!
"Master, tell me, the old dean was thinking about it and tricked him into taking the cassock and Zen staff. What exactly is he going to do?"

Layman Jingxuan always feels that this matter is not so simple.

Could it be that the Buddha had some doubts and wanted to retaliate against Tripitaka, so he withdrew the Jiuxi Zen staff and Jinlan cassock?
"Don't panic, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge!"

Sanzang spoke calmly and leisurely.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around me.

A thin figure passed them with a whoosh and came tens of meters away.

"Isn't this... the old dean?"

With sharp eyes, Wukong was the first to recognize who was coming.

Wearing a fat cassock, with hooks and loops hanging down to the waist, the hem is dragged to the ground, and holding a Zen stick in his hand, which looks very funny.

"I got both the cassock and the Zen staff, but guard them carefully in the courtyard, and be careful not to be snatched away!"

Wukong frightened the old dean viciously.

"hey-hey!"

The old dean grinned, showing his sparse teeth, "You should go back to Huaguo Mountain and guard your monkey grandson. With this cassock and Zen staff, the poor monk will also become a Buddhist scriptures taker and go to the west. , pay homage to the Buddha, and ask for the scriptures!"

this….!

Sanzang and the others looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that the old dean had such an idea.

"Just you?"

Wukong's hands were faster than his mouth, and before he finished speaking, the golden cudgel had already hit him.

(End of this chapter)