Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 383 Buddha also has anger, Vajra's eyes are angry
The next day, An Yan and his two companions set out on their journey again.

It was late autumn now and early winter, with all the red leaves fallen and covered with frost, leaving only a few pine and cypress trees looking lush and green.

Sun Wukong led the way, while An Yan and Tang Sanzang discussed scriptures and verified what they had learned while riding on horses.

For Anyan, this is a good learning opportunity.

Stones from other hills, can learn.

During this time, through discussions with Tang Sanzang, he found that he had a deeper understanding of the Taoist scriptures, not from plug-ins, but through his own understanding bit by bit.

At the same time, I also learned more about Buddhist scriptures.

As the saying goes, only if you know yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles.

During the debate, Tang Sanzang was also deeply touched. "I have discussed with An Yan for many days. Now I know that I am just talking about it on paper."

“So, whatever you do, you must integrate knowledge and action.”

"Been taught a lesson."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and nodded in agreement. He had a new understanding of the Journey to the West in his mind. Perhaps this was what the Buddha meant.

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment in the end.

I wonder if Tang Sanzang could still keep this idea after completing his journey to the West.

Sun Wukong, who was leading the way, couldn't help but join in. He looked back and said, "I also think An Ge'er is right. Back then, I also did what I said. I caused a commotion in the underworld and overturned the Lingxiao Palace."

Tang Sanzang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this, and he scolded with a smile: "Wukong, you are not integrating knowledge and action, you are just following your heart."

"Isn't it good to do whatever you want? Do whatever you want?" Sun Wukong did not feel ashamed and said with a bit of nostalgia.

Recalling Huaguo Mountain.

Speaking of which, five hundred years have passed, and I don’t know how his monkeys and descendants are doing.

Sun Wukong felt very upset and was wondering when to ask his master for leave so that he could go back to visit his Flower-Fruit Mountain and see if his monkeys were being bullied by other monsters.

"It's good to do whatever you want. But you have to follow the rules. If you break the rules, a good thing will turn into a bad thing." An Yan smiled, with a reminder in his words.

Who doesn’t want to do whatever they want?
But if no one follows rules, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?
Even a strong person like a saint is not immune.

Sun Wukong looked dazed when he heard this.

Indeed, if he had been contented in the Flower-Fruit Mountain, perhaps he would still be the free and easy Monkey King now, and would not have been pressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years.

After coming to his senses, he smiled awkwardly and waved his hand, saying, "Brother An, when it comes to discussing scriptures, I, Old Sun, cannot defeat you. I won't say any more. I won't say any more."

"Haha, you monkey."

Seeing this, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but laugh.

While they were talking and laughing, they suddenly heard a whistle from the side of the road, and six people jumped out, holding spears, short swords, sharp blades and strong bows, and stopped the three people in the group, shouting: "I planted this tree and built this road. If you want to pass through here, you have to leave money for passage."

"Hand over your horses and luggage, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, don't blame us six brothers for being ruthless with our swords."

"Robbers?" Tang Sanzang, who knew the strength of An Yan and his disciples, was not afraid. Instead, he kindly said, "You should leave quickly, otherwise you will be hurt."

"Hey! You monk clearly look down on others!" A knife-wielding man was furious when he heard this, "I have never seen such an arrogant person!"

"Boss, didn't you see it today?" a man next to him replied stupidly.

This question and answer made An Yan laugh out loud, and Sun Wukong couldn't help it, pointing at the six people and laughing.

Even Tang Sanzang couldn't help laughing.

It really proves the saying that being uneducated is terrible.

"Idiot, don't I know?" The man with the knife said with anger turning green in the face.

"Still laughing? Stop laughing! I don't think you have ever died!"

"Boss, they really haven't died."

"Can't you just shut up?" The knife-wielding man turned around and glared at me. "If you interrupt me again, I'll break your third leg."

The man was so scared that he clamped his crotch together and shook his head to indicate that he would not say anything anymore.

An Yan rode forward, looked at the six people with different looks, and asked, "Where are you from? Why haven't I heard of your names?"

When the knife-wielding man heard An Yan's question, he said proudly, "Listen carefully, our names."

"I am called the ears that hear anger, the words I just said are the desire for opinions, and they are the eyes that see joy, the nose that smells love, the tongue that tastes thoughts, and the body that is worried."

Tang Sanzang was stunned when he heard this. Isn’t this the six senses?

Sun Wukong was also startled, and immediately opened his flaming eyes to see the true form of the six people. He immediately laughed and said, "So you are six thieves. Do you recognize that I, a monk, am your master? How dare you come to block our way?"

The six people were furious when they heard this. When they were about to explode, An Yan said, "We definitely can't give you the horse and luggage. Just tell me how much silver you want before you let us go."

"Angel!"

Sun Wukong looked at An Yan in confusion, and the only response he got was An Yan's slight shake of his head.

These six people represent the six senses of Sun Wukong. If Sun Wukong was allowed to beat them to death, he would fall into Guanyin's trap, and then she would have a reason to hand over the golden hoop to Tang Sanzang.

When Tang Sanzang sees the brutal side of Sun Wukong, he will most likely follow Guanyin's advice and put the golden hoop on Sun Wukong.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether these six people die or not. It’s just an introduction, a means for Guanyin to test Sun Wukong.

If killing six people meant killing Sun Wukong's six senses, then Guanyin would not have to go through the trouble of asking Tang Sanzang to trick Sun Wukong into wearing the golden hoop.

The six men's eyes turned when they heard this, and the lion said loudly: "One thousand taels of gold! Give one thousand taels of gold to the six of us brothers, and we will let you go."

They didn't think that the three of them would have 1,000 taels of gold, so if they gave it to them, it would be a good thing, but if they didn't, don't blame them for being rude.

Of course, they think the chances of not giving it are greater and are ready to take action.

Unexpectedly, the other party really took out one thousand taels.

"Goku, give them the box you picked."

Although Sun Wukong was reluctant, since Ang'er agreed, he had no choice but to take the box down and put it on the ground.

The six people looked at each other, then rushed forward, opened the box, and were blinded by the glittering gold inside.

"Gold! So much gold!"

The six people completely forgot about the existence of An Yan and the other two.

An Yan said: "Let's go."

So the three of them set off again.

Tang Sanzang looked back at the six people and asked in confusion: "An Yan, why are you giving them an advantage for no reason? Isn't it enough to just beat them away?"

An Yan did not answer, but looked at Tang Sanzang and asked: "What would you do if it was Sanzang?"

Tang Sanzang said without hesitation: "Persuade them to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas right away."

"Very good, then you will see if they will put down their butcher knives later."

Tang Sanzang asked in confusion: "What do you mean? Will they catch up with us?"

An Yan smiled but said nothing. It was time to teach Tang Sanzang a lesson about greed.

Just as the six of them were immersed in the glittering gold, "Good brother, good brother, listen to me first." Yan Jianxi suddenly stopped them.

The other five people stopped, each holding a pile of gold in their arms, and looked at Yan Jianxi in confusion.

Seeing Xi, he said with joy, "You think that the Taoist priest gave us one thousand taels of gold so readily? Does that mean that the things in the luggage are worth more than one thousand taels of gold?"

"Makes sense!"

"Then aren't we at a big loss?"

"What should I do?"

"But Er Ting Nu has promised to let them go."

"I have heard them being angry. Have we ever said anything?"

"Hey, Opinion Desire, you finally got it."

When the six people heard this, they thought it made perfect sense and nodded.

"Then what are we waiting for? Go chase him!"

Seeing this, the six people hurriedly divided the gold, then started to chase after him.

The chase lasted for most of the day, and they finally caught up with An Yan and the other two at dusk.

"You guys stop!"

The six people swarmed together to stop An Yan and the other two.

When Sun Wukong saw that the six thieves dared to catch up with him, he immediately reached into his ears, took out an embroidery needle and blew it. The needle swelled up in the wind and turned into an iron rod as thick as his arm. He bared his teeth and said, "Do you think I am made of clay? How dare you catch up with me and cause trouble?"

"An iron rod that can grow bigger and smaller? Baby! Baby!"

Unfortunately, due to An Yan's approach of trying to calm things down, the six people thought that Sun Wukong was just a useless person. Instead of restraining themselves, they discussed how to divide these treasures to his face.

"Monkey, give us the luggage you are carrying, the iron rod, and the two horses."

Even a good man like Tang Sanzang couldn't help but feel angry, and asked in a higher voice: "Isn't it enough to take a thousand taels of gold to satisfy you?"

"Haha, this monk is so silly and cute. We are bandits who kill without blinking an eye. Do you really want us to be honest with you?"

"Hand over the luggage and horses quickly!"

Tang Sanzang was disgusted by the shameless and ugly faces of the six people. He was so angry that he trembled and said, "Don't even think about us giving you another cent!"

When the six heard this, some were happy, some were angry, some loved, some thought about, some wanted, and some were worried. They all shouted in unison, "Monk, do you really think we dare not kill people?"

Immediately, swords, spears, knives and sticks rushed forward, frightening Tang Sanzang so much that he fell back in fear.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong stood in front of them, but the six men didn't care. Whoever stood in their way would die. They just hacked at their heads, making a loud bang. They hacked at them about six or seven times.

An Yan then said, "Sanzang, I know you have a kind heart and believe in Buddhism, so I tried it just now. Now, do you still think this kind of person will put down his butcher knife?"

"If the person being chopped was not Wukong, but an ordinary person, do you think he could still survive?"

"Human nature is far more sinister than you think."

"Evil must be eradicated completely."

Tang Sanzang finally understood why An Yan had done that.

If we let these six people go today, who knows how many people will die at the hands of the enemy in the future.

Suddenly, he understood what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said: If I don’t go to hell, who will?
Thinking of this, he bowed his head and said, "Buddha also has anger, and the eyes of the Vajra are angry. Wukong, eradicate all evil."

If An Yan hadn't sent him a message, Sun Wukong would have been unable to hold back. When he fought with Erlang Shen, he was not stabbed so many times.

Now, after hearing what his master said, Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel and said, "Hey, you thief, take this cudgel from me!"

Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel and knocked away the six people's weapons, as if he was hitting a mole. He chased after each of them and hit them with his cudgel, and all six of them died on the spot.

After hearing no more sound, Tang Sanzang turned around and saw corpses everywhere. Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but put his hands together and chanted "Amitabha" when he saw this scene.

On this side, Sun Wukong had already swiftly looted the valuables from the six people and brought them over.

"Master, An Ge'er, these are all the property of that thief."

"Wukong, it would be fine if you just beat them to death, but why did you even take off their clothes?" Tang Sanzang couldn't help but teach them a lesson upon seeing this. In his opinion, this practice was somewhat insulting.

Sun Wukong said carelessly: "Master, you don't know, this is how these thieves kill people and rob goods."

Tang Sanzang heard this and said, "Shut up! Are you a thief?"

After being scolded by Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong looked at An Yan with some grievance, trying to seek comfort.

But this time, An Yan did not help Wukong and taught him: "Wukong, your master is right. These dead people's clothes are worth nothing. Not only will they dirty your hands, but they will also bring bad luck."

"Next time, just take the money and other valuables."

Sun Wukong's face was about to fall, but after hearing this, he scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "It's me, the old Sun, who is confused. It's me, the old Sun, who is confused."

"I'll give the clothes back to them right away. I'll be more careful next time."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong picked out the money and belongings, and then threw the clothes back to the six people one by one.

Tang Sanzang smiled helplessly and said, "An Yan, this money is what you own."

"No, no, no, you may not like money and feel it is unimportant, but you must not live without it." An Yan turned over and got off the horse.

He came to the property that was thrown on the ground, divided it into three parts, took the largest part, and pushed the other two parts to Sun Wukong, "Wukong, please keep your master's share for him first."

"Okay!" Sun Wukong replied, then looked at his own portion and asked happily, "Do I have a share too?"

"Of course, we are a legitimate gang. Bah, bah, no, a legitimate group, naturally everyone has a share."

Because one thousand taels of gold belonged to Anyan, so he got the biggest share.

Tang Sanzang looked at An Yan helplessly. He didn't expect that An Yan had such an unruly side.

But on the other hand, he felt that what An Yan said made some sense, so he stopped talking and agreed.

So far, the first gang cooperation and group dividend has come to a perfect end.

An Yan believed that this would not be the last time.

After the spoils were divided, Tang Sanzang said, "Wukong, you should bury the six of them so that their bodies won't be left exposed in the wilderness."

Although Sun Wukong felt that his master was a little pretentious, he still did as he was told. The scene of Tang Sanzang holding a lamp to help him weave clothes last night made him feel the long-lost warmth, and he truly recognized this cheap master.

Afterwards, Tang Sanzang asked An Yan again, "An Yan, I want to stay here tonight to help these six people to be liberated."

An Yan wanted to say that these six people were not living people, but after seeing Tang Sanzang's uneasy and guilty look, he nodded and agreed.

Seeing the joy on Tang Sanzang's face, An Yan shook his head and ignored him.

I believe that after experiencing this a few more times, Tang Sanzang will get used to it.

When Guanyin Bodhisattva in the sky saw this scene, he fell into silence.

It seems that if Tang Sanzang continues to follow An Yan, by the time they reach Lingshan, they will all look like An Yan.

(End of this chapter)