Notes of Lanxi Crossing

She understands fairies, but she has never heard of Baihua fairy, but the name is really nice.

"Yes, there are many flower fairies in the sky, and Baihua fairy is the boss of all flower fairies!" Lan Xi just mentioned it casually, but since Liu Shuhuan asked, she moved the setting from Journey to the West over.

"Do you still know the gods in the sky?" Zhan Yu pushed aside the people in front and squeezed in front of Lan Xi, "Which gods are there in the sky?"

"That's a lot, there are Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, Taibai Xingjun, etc~wait~" Lan Xi answered him recalling the characters in Journey to the West.

"Why do you ask this, do you also want to go to heaven and play as a fairy?"

"Can immortals really fly into the sky?"

"Of course, gods can ride clouds and fog, and Sun Wukong's somersault cloud is one hundred and eight thousand miles away, amazing!" She remembered that when she was a child, she always wanted to learn Monkey King's 72 transformations and somersault clouds.

"Sun Wukong? What is Sun Wukong?" Song Lanshu asked. She had heard similar names to the gods and monsters that Lanxi had mentioned before, but this Monkey King was really unheard of.

"Can Sun Wukong really fly thousands of miles?" Liu Shuhuan asked.

Only Zhan Chen and Song Lanjiu looked at each other, the corner of the latter's mouth twitched, and he asked in a firm tone: "Could it be that you heard this from that unknown place too?"

Lan Xi just wanted to answer them, but just opened his mouth when he was choked by Song Lanjiu's words. After a while, he said: "Third brother, you are really serious. Since you already know it well, why do you have to say it? Ignore this question, don't you?" Enough."

Song Lanjiu snorted softly, but did not dismantle her platform again, so Lanxi continued the previous topic with satisfaction.

"Sun Wukong is one of the protagonists in a strange story. It's a long story. I'll start from the beginning later." She answered Song Lanshu's question first, and then Liu Shuhuan's question.

"He, Monkey King, flies very fast, but this one hundred and eight thousand miles is the distance he made a somersault."

"A somersault?" Liu Shuhuan's eyes were empty, imagining the concept of being able to travel a hundred and eight thousand miles by turning a somersault.

"That sounds really interesting, sister Xi'er, why don't you tell us about the Monkey King." Zhan Jin was also aroused by her.

Lanxi has exactly this intention, Journey to the West is a precious memory of her childhood, it's all said here, it's too uncomfortable not to promote it.

Anyway, she no longer hides that she can always know some weird things in front of everyone. Anyway, as long as it does not involve politics and people's livelihood, even if others find it strange, it will basically not affect her too much.

"Since you want to know about Monkey King, I have to mention "Journey to the West". Mountain Monkey King, Monkey King Monkey King..."

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The path from the foot of the mountain to Hanshan Temple is long and winding, but no matter how long the path is, Lanxi can't tell the whole story of Journey to the West. When they arrive at the gate of the temple, they just get to the part where Monkey King beats the Bone Demon three times.

However, the few people were fascinated by it, and they didn't even realize that they had reached their destination.

"Later, did Master really drive Brother Hou away?" Zhan Yu asked eagerly, his face full of sympathy and anger.

Lan Xi was about to answer, but was stopped by Liu Yunyao.

"You guys are back. Wait a little longer, and I will go down the mountain to find you in person." Liu Yunyao crossed the threshold of the main hall of the temple with her skirt in her hand, and walked towards the children.

"Mother!" The brothers and sisters of the Song family said in unison.

"Mrs. Song!" Zhan Jin nodded slightly towards Liu Yunyao to show respect.

Zhanyu broke free from the mysterious and fantastic story, and called her afterward.

"Hello Mrs. Song!"

"My wife has met the fourth princess and the fifth prince!" Liu Yunyao bent down to salute the two, and Zhan Jin stretched out her hand to help them.

"Why is Mrs. Song so polite, we are already familiar with each other, so we don't need to talk about these empty etiquette!"

Liu Yunyao was already very close to the two children, so she no longer insisted on saluting after hearing this, and led everyone into the mountain temple, holding Lan Xi with one hand and Zhan Yu with the other.

"Mother, have you got the pheasant we gave you? How do you eat it?" As soon as he sat down, Lan Xi couldn't wait to ask about the pheasant specially given to Liu Yunyao.

Hearing this, Liu Yunyao knocked on her forehead instead, turned her head and spoke to her third son Song Lanjiu with a wry smile.

"It doesn't matter how old they are, how old are you, how can you be so confused, you actually send meat food to the Buddhist temple, and you want me to cook in the temple, it's simply..."

Liu Yunyao shook her head, there was really nothing she could do with these few.

"Ah..." Lan Xi covered her eyes with her hands, feeling ashamed to face others.

There is nothing wrong with what her mother said, how did they do such an outrageous thing?
It is only now that I remembered that the children who were involved were stunned in place, and when they realized that they had done such a stupid thing, they all blushed with shame. Only Song Lanshu looked at them with a smile.

She was also there at that time, and now she and a few young monks beside her mother were speechless for a while looking at the dismantled and plucked pheasant—how could they do such an unreliable thing?

"Then how did you deal with it later? Did the abbot blame her?" Lan Xi asked her. They were able to enter the temple without being blasted out with a broom. They should really recite Amitabha Buddha sincerely.

"The abbot is tolerant of you, but the chicken is absolutely not allowed to be taken in. Besides, even if he is willing to lend me the kitchen, I dare not dirty the clean place in front of the Buddha. I can only borrow it from the hunter in the mountain." Cooking in the kitchen."

"Then have you eaten?"

"The wild meat is tough, so it needs to be stewed for a longer time. It will be almost an hour later. Then we will all taste whether the pheasant soup is fresh or not." Liu Yunyao said to everyone like this with a wave of her plain hand.

There are delicious foods to taste again, and Zhan Yu, whose stomach will never be full, cheers.

Liu Shuhuan scratched her head, a little puzzled: "Tanggu, isn't that chicken just that big? Is it enough for us to eat?"

"Huanhuan, what are you thinking? Let each of you taste a small bowl. It is said to be a bowl, but it is better to say that it is a cup. It is probably only half the size of our palm."

Lan Xi already has experience, because Liu Yunyao likes to stew soup every now and then, and every once in a while he will give a small bowl of soup Gu to their brothers and sisters to drink.

It turned out to be the case.

Liu Shuhuan nodded, anyway, they had eaten at Fu's house and climbed the mountain for half an hour, so it was just right to have some soup now.

"But mother, the soup will be ready later, where shall we drink it?"

There are temples all around here, and it always feels weird to drink chicken soup in a temple, even if the chicken soup is brought in from outside.