Journey to the West: Don’t mess with that monster

The God of Luojia Mountain looked at him indifferently.

"This quicksand river is not meant for ferrying people across!"

"If the river doesn't ferry people across, is there no one to take care of it?" asked the old loach.

"What do you mean?" asked the God of Luojia Mountain.

He thought Old Loach wanted him to help make the Quicksand River less difficult for birds to float on.

He, the god of Luojia Mountain, does not have such ability.

Old Loach walked into the Quicksand River and said with a smile, "I want this river to become clear!

I want this river to no longer be difficult for flying feathers to float!
I want this river to stop being violent and stop harming lives!"

"Amitabha!" Tang Seng clasped his hands together and recited the Heart Sutra.

The Luojia Mountain God suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The Liusha River has changed. The water has become clear and the river is no longer turbulent!
The golden light on the old loach became brighter and brighter.

"You little demon are really good. Would you like to become my disciple?" The old monk suddenly appeared.

When the old monk appeared this time, the scene was grand.

Buddha's light, Sanskrit sounds, celestial music, and Buddha's kingdom!
All appeared behind him.

“Greetings to the ancient Buddha Dipankara!” The God of Luojia Mountain also hurriedly saluted.

Upon hearing this, Tang Seng also bowed quickly, and the monkeys followed suit...

"Can disciples practice in the quicksand?" asked the old loach.

"This is your blessed land. You can practice here." The old monk said with a smile.

Old Loach smiled and said to Sha Wujing, "Whether you are a human or a demon, you must be clean!
The river is now clean.”

Hearing this, Sha Wujing burst into tears. He cried and laughed at the same time, "When I come back from my pilgrimage, I will work with you to make sure that no one will drown in this Quicksand River again."

"Wow, wow, wow..." Elder Tang actually started crying first.

"Master, why are you crying?" the monkey couldn't help asking.

"Master feels very touching... woooo..." Tang Seng said while crying.

The old monk came and went in a hurry, wait for him to leave.

The Luojia Mountain God is also preparing to leave...

After the Quicksand River became like this, the gourd and the skull beads were no longer useful.

"God of Luojia Mountain." Sha Wujing shouted.

"What else do you want?" asked the God of Luojia Mountain.

"This gourd and these beads! You can take them!" Sha Wujing said with a smile.

"Oh." The God of Luojia Mountain took the two things and disappeared.

The old loach carried them across the Quicksand River. As they crossed the river, the old loach smiled and said, "When you come back, there will be countless boats on the Quicksand River. I won't have to carry you anymore."

"That's great." The monkey laughed.

"This river is now crystal clear, so it might not be appropriate to call it the Quicksand River anymore," said Tang Seng with a smile.

"No! Just call it Liusha River! This is a good name." Old Loach said with a smile.

After carrying them across the river, the old loach said goodbye to them and went straight back to the riverbed.

He looked at the clean cave and a smile appeared on his face.

"From today on, be a happy river god!"

After crossing the Quicksand River, they headed westward. The monkey walked in front as a pioneer, while Sha Wujing followed behind, carrying a load on his back.

Zhu Bajie accompanied Tang Seng and acted as a joking and flattering minister.

After walking for a long time, Tang Seng felt tired and exhausted.

"Wukong, it's getting late now, where are we going to rest?"

"Master, you are wrong. For monks, they eat wind, sleep on water, lie on the moon, and sleep on frost. Anywhere is their home. Why bother asking where to rest?" No wonder Tang Seng disliked him.

"Brother Monkey, you only care about your own ease, and don't care about Master's hard work. Since we crossed the Quicksand River, we have been climbing mountains and crossing ridges. Junior Brother Sha is carrying the heavy burden, and I am accompanying Master, so how can I not be tired?

We need to find someone to get some food and drinks from, and to help us recuperate so that we can continue on our journey to the West to obtain the scriptures." Zhu Bajie's plan was excellent.

"Fool, you sound like you're complaining. Do you still think this is at Gao Village?

Since you have entered the monastic life, you must endure hardships and sufferings. This is the rule of being a disciple." The monkey said seriously.

"Brother Monkey, look how heavy this luggage is?" Zhu Bajie asked while holding the luggage.

Sha Wujing glanced at Zhu Bajie and thought, this pig head only has a fucking mouth!

"It's not like I haven't tried before," said the monkey.

"Since you think it's hard for Junior Brother Sha to carry the burden, then you can do it for him." Monkey said directly.

After hearing this, Zhu Bajie immediately became timid.

Tang Seng looked at them. Didn't he want to find a place to rest? Why did he end up carrying loads again?

Oh...I'm really tired.

I don't know how far Lingshan is...

The six-eared macaque on Jin'ao Island was having a lot of fun playing with the magic arrow cannon.

The old monk was preaching to the little saint, Guang Nao was listening devoutly beside him, while Octopus Roe was holding a Taoist scripture and reading it intently.

Sometimes the old monk feels helpless because these two unknown creatures are very pious, while his two disciples only know how to play.

Fortunately, there is Xiaosheng!
"Brother Xiaosheng, let's go and play." The six-eared macaque called out.

"Get lost!" the old monk cursed murderously. The six-eared macaque and the little white dragon left.

But at this time Zhang Qingdi also came, and Octopus Roe immediately stood up and saluted.

"Great, elegant and easy-going master, are you here to visit the ancient Buddha with boundless Buddhist teachings, or to look for the little saint with charming aura?" asked Octopus Roe.

I was stunned by what I heard. I was wondering where did this guy learn so many adjectives.

Zhang Qingdi was helpless for a moment, "If you have the energy to do this, read a few more Taoist scriptures."

"Yes, my humble, unpretentious sir."

"What are you doing here?" asked the old monk.

"I want to take Xiaosheng out for some fun." Zhang Qingdi said.

Although the old monk felt dissatisfied, he finally said, "In that case, you can take him with you. It will help you gain some knowledge."

"Master, where are we going? Are we the two going to give them a hard time this time?" Xiaosheng asked curiously.

Zhang Qingdi smiled and said, "No! Let's go and have some fun too."

Seeing that his master was very happy, Xiaosheng naturally didn't intend to spoil his fun.

On the other side, Tang Seng and his companions finally arrived at a house.

I saw that the door of this family's house was covered with green cypresses and the house was close to green mountains.

There are a few pine trees growing slowly, and a few bamboo stems growing spotted.

The halls are magnificent, the buildings are quiet and peaceful. There are no cattle or sheep, no chickens or dogs, I guess it's autumn harvest time and the farming work is not going on.

Tang Seng was very satisfied with the family, so he smiled and said, "Wukong, there is a manor here, we can stay here for one night. We can get up early tomorrow and continue our journey."

Upon hearing this, the monkey quickly raised his head and looked up, and saw that the sky was covered with auspicious clouds and auspicious mist.

The monkey knew that this family might be enlightened by the Buddha, so he did not reveal the secret and just said, "Okay! Okay! Okay! We will stay here tonight."

Tang Seng dismounted in a hurry and saw a gatehouse with a lotus-shaped elephant trunk and painted rafters and carved beams.

Sha Seng put down the burden on his shoulders.

Bajie led the horse and said, "This family should be a wealthy one. I'm afraid we can have a good meal tonight."

The monkey pushed the door and was about to go in.

Tang Seng said quickly, "Wukong, no! We are monks, so we should avoid suspicion. Don't come in without permission. Wait for someone to come out, and then ask for a place to stay with courtesy."

Bajie first tied up the white horse and leaned it against the wall.

Tang Monk sat upright on the stone drum.

The monkey and Sha Seng were sitting at the foot of the steps.

After a long time, no one came out. The monkey became impatient and jumped up to look inside the door.

There were three halls facing south, with high curtains and doors. On the screen door hung a horizontal scroll of Shoushan Fuhai, and on the gold-painted pillars on both sides were a large red paper spring couplet.

In the middle, there is a matte black lacquer incense table with an ancient bronze animal stove on top. There are six chairs on top. There are four-season hanging screens on both sides.

"This is really a wealthy family." The monkey thought this might be another difficulty.

But he had no intention of reminding her.

Because of the faint Buddha light, it seems that the one who set this difficulty was not Buddha, but at least a Bodhisattva!
When the monkey was peeking, he suddenly heard footsteps from the back door, and a moment later a middle-aged woman came out.

She asked in a tender voice, "Who are you, standing before a widow like me? Haven't you heard that there are many gossips around widows?"

The monkey took a look at the Buddha's light that was faintly visible on the woman's body, and then he smiled and bowed, saying, "We are from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and we are ordered to worship Buddha and ask for scriptures in the West.

The group of four passed by Baofang when it was already dark.

I have come to the old Bodhisattva's residence, hoping to stay for one night."

The woman laughed after hearing this, and Tang Seng immediately stood up and said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you, I hope the owner can forgive me."

However, Tang Seng felt strange because his three disciples looked too inhuman.

Not to mention women, even ordinary men would be frightened if they saw it in broad daylight. I don’t know why this female donor was not afraid, but seemed happy instead.
"So that's how it is. Please come in," said the old woman with a smile.

After paying his respects, Tang Seng walked with the woman in front and behind.

Bajie and Sha Seng came in leading their horses and carrying their loads, and Bajie peeked in with his pig eyes.

The woman was wearing a green silk jacket with gold weaving on it, a light red bodice over it, a colorful goose yellow brocade skirt, and high-heeled shoes with floral patterns on the bottom.

The fashionable black gauze is scattered, contrasting with the two-colored dragon-like hair; the half-gray hair is like flying phoenix wings, and the earrings are decorated with rows of precious pearls; without makeup, she is still beautiful, and she is still as romantic as a young talent.

"Second brother, wipe it off, your saliva is flowing out!" Sha Wujing reminded with some disgust.

The woman asked them to sit down and a maid served them tea.

After drinking the fragrant tea, Tang Seng felt relaxed all over.

He then asked, "Old Bodhisattva, where is this place?"

The woman looked at Tang Seng and smiled, "This is the land of Xiniu Hezhou. My maiden name is Jia, and my husband's surname is Mo.

Unfortunately, her parents died early in her childhood, and she and her husband inherited the family business. They had a huge fortune and thousands of acres of fertile land.

My husband and I were destined to have no children, but we gave birth to three girls.

My husband died the year before last. I am a widow and I have completed my mourning period this year.

He left behind only land and property, but no relatives or family members. It is only my mother and daughter who inherited it.

I want to marry someone else, but it's hard to give up my family business. Today I met four masters, four young ladies, and I want to stay in the mountains and look for a husband. The four of you are just right. I wonder if the masters are willing?"

Zhu Bajie sucked his saliva. Is it so direct?
After tea, dinner is about to begin...

But Zhu Bajie is not stupid. Although he is a pig, he knows what a pig-killing plate is! (End of this chapter)