"Just what?"
"I'm just observing Master..."
"The poor monk is just an ordinary monk, and he needs the protection of someone with supernatural powers like you." Fahai held down the monkey's hand and did not give him a chance to continue speaking: "Since you have such a kind heart and have received the teachings of the Bodhisattva, I wish you When you enter a Samana, a poor monk should help you out of trouble, but he has no axe, how can he save you?"
The monkey felt his arms sink. Is this a mere mortal monk? Looking at Yang Erlang's half-smiling expression, he thought to himself: Master's hand is quite strong. Although I, the old grandson, was pressed down at the foot of the mountain, I was suppressed by him for a moment...
Since he said this, is there any other calculation behind it?
Regardless of many things, the most important thing is for me to get out of trouble.
Besides, the master is capable, so the journey to the West will be much easier.
Wukong followed the elder's words and said: "No need for an axe, no need for an axe... Master, go to the top of the mountain and remove the golden sticker of Tathagata posted on the top of the mountain. Then I, the old grandson, can come out on my own."
Fahai looked up and saw that the mountain was extremely high and steep, making it difficult for ordinary people to climb up easily.
After careful sensing, he could also notice that there seemed to be prying eyes around him, full of the aura of Lingshan, and he thought to himself: If he can be released by uncovering the post on the top of the mountain, it would be reasonable for the Buddha to have someone guard him here.
"The poor monk will come as soon as he leaves. Please wait here."
Watching Fa Hai walking up the mountain, Wukong waved to Yang Erlang and said: "Erlang of the Yang family..."
Yang Jian glanced at him sideways.
"True Lord... Erlang True Lord!" Sun Wukong immediately changed his words and said with a smile, "Can True Lord bring wine and meat?"
"What do you want to do? Who would carry these things with them?"
Wukong laughed and said: "My old grandson has been trapped under this mountain for five or six hundred years. He has been drinking iron balls and copper water all day long. Although he has escaped from the trap now, he is about to enter a Samana and become a monk. In the future, he may not be able to eat anything. Meaty..."
"You, the Great Sage, are so powerful. If you want to drink wine and eat meat, who can stop you?" He said this, but Yang Jian's heart tightened for some reason. A person as unruly as the Great Sage Qitian, now he is afraid that he will also be punished. Tamed.
It was unavoidable to recall the scene when I was in trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and I suddenly felt a bit like I was a person who had fallen into the world.
"Why do you make fun of me, true king?" Wukong turned to look at Master Tripitaka who was climbing the mountain, and said in a low voice: "This elder has profound Buddhist teachings, and I, my grandson, have accepted his help, so I must respect him a little more. I, my grandson, have many Buddhist precepts. I’ve heard that I can’t offend you in the future... Hehe, if there is a true king, I will let me have a drink first; if there is no true king, it is destined to be like this."
"Sun Dasheng, who is not afraid of heaven or earth, actually believes in destiny?" Yang Erlang shook his robe and said: "You are a funny monkey. You can't offend me in the future, but you can offend me now? Wait a moment, Wait for someone to get some wine."
As soon as the voice fell, it transformed into a silver light rising straight into the sky.
Although the monkey has a bad mouth, he is a good opponent after all. How powerful was Xiaoyao Three Realms back then?
Now let's get a jug of wine to see him off.
How many people in the Three Realms can be tied with Yang Erlang?
Who would have thought that one person became a Buddhist scholar and the other became a disciple of the Buddhist scholar? It is really sad and lamentable.
Yang Jian originally wanted to go to the Moon Palace to ask for a pot of Guanghan Immortal Brewing, but he was afraid that one day in the sky and one year underground, the time was wrong, so he went to the Three Holy Mothers of Huashan Mountain and bought a bottle of Monkey's Brewing, thinking that it would suit Sun Wukong's wishes.
Here, Fahai has already climbed halfway up the mountain. Although the mountain is steep, the elder's legs and feet are really nimble. The Great Sage's heart is itching. In fact, he is greedy. Seeing that Yang Erlang will not come for a long time, he deliberately delays for a while and raises his head. He shouted loudly: "Master, can you see where my son is?"
Fahai responded: "Not yet, poor monk, hurry up and help you get out of trouble as soon as possible."
His steps were fast, and he even used some light-body techniques. The seemingly steep mountain wall suddenly felt like walking on flat ground.
Sun Dasheng: This elder is actually an honest man...that's all.
In fact, the words of the Great Sage and Yang Erlang were not deliberately concealed. Fahai was not a real ordinary monk, so he listened to them all. I just felt that the Great Sage Qitian was also a wonderful person in the future fight against the Buddha. ...wonderful monkey.
As for wanting to eat and drink some meat and wine to satisfy his cravings before joining Samana, Fahai was determined to help him, but he couldn't make it too easy for him.
Thinking of this, Fa Hai suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart. Could it be that Master Sanzang also went to the West to obtain scriptures like this?
The true scriptures and Dharma scrolls are in the West. If Buddhism wants to spread the Dharma, it can just send its disciples to spread the scriptures. Why does it need to let Master Tripitaka retrieve the scriptures from the West?
Perhaps they are also afraid that they will not cherish the scriptures that are easily obtained. If Master Tripitaka traveled thousands of miles, traveled across mountains and rivers, and went through countless hardships to obtain the true scriptures, he would treat them as a treasure.
Between this coming and going, there is still a transition between master and slave, which is very learned.
"If that's the case, it's hard to say whether Sanzang is rushing to get the scriptures, or whether Lingshan is following someone... What's more, this scripture seeker is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, and Jin Chanzi is where the Buddha sat. Second Disciple…Amitabha.”
Buddha?
Is this the Buddha?
From the time when he crushed the relics and cut off his path to becoming a Buddha, Fahai seemed to have jumped out of his long-cherished wish to become a Buddha... At this moment, a doubt even arose in his heart, what is a Buddha? And why do you want to become a Buddha?
Does it have to be a Buddha to save all sentient beings?
Perhaps you can gain some insights from this journey to the west, or you can ask Buddha for advice in person when you reach Lingshan Mountain.
That is why Fahai, a rebellious Buddhist who could allow female fairies to help him practice concentration, had such an idea. If it were any other monk, I would have thought about it in front of the wall.
The monkey's golden eyes had already seen Yang Jian's figure, and the elder also stepped forward from the top of the mountain, and shouted from the bottom of the mountain: "Master, the mountain road is steep and rugged, please be careful and go slowly. The disciple has been pressed for five hundred years, and it's not bad. A moment and a half.”
When Fa Hai heard this, he slowed down a little and looked down, and saw that Yang Jian had already left and returned. He said in his heart that he had magical powers and was worthy of being the God of War in the Three Realms.
When the monkey saw the elder stopped, he immediately laughed and said: "Master, look up and see the cover on the rock. It says 'I coaxed you'..."
Yang Erlang tried not to laugh. He didn't have much dealings with monkeys before, but he didn't expect that he had many evil intentions.
Fa Hai knew that the Great Sage was stalling for time, so he did not expose him. Instead, he followed his words and said, "I'm a poor monk, let's go and have a look."
While Fa Hai turned around to look for the Dharma post, the Great Sage waved to Yang Erlang: "Hurry, hurry, hurry - I can smell the aroma of wine, thank you, thank you!"
Tun tun tun tun, ha—!
He even got a thrill.
"You have ruined all the good wine." Yang Erlang took out a plate of peanuts and placed it in front of the Great Sage. The Great Sage was overjoyed, put down the wine gourd, grabbed a handful and put it into his mouth.
Fahai could not help but raise the corners of his mouth when he heard the noise below. Seeing that he had almost eaten and drank, he stepped out to the top of the mountain. He saw thousands of golden lights and thousands of auspicious auras. There was a large square stone with a stone attached to it. On the cover, there are six golden characters: "OM, MA, NI, BA, MI, HUNG".
"It's not 'I coaxed you', it's clearly 'you coaxed me'."
Fa Hai's voice came down from the top of the mountain. The Great Sage happened to finish a pot of wine. At this moment, he didn't know that Master meant to fulfill his wish. Suddenly he felt warm in his heart, but he couldn't say anything anymore. He just chuckled and said, " Master, don’t worry about who coaxed whom, just uncover the post and I, the old grandson, will be able to come out.”
Fahai turned around again, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha."
Just when he was about to step forward to open the seal, he saw that the post fell from the rocks and floated in mid-air without any wind.
"I am here to imprison the Arhat. Now is the day when Sun Wukong is in trouble. I specially pay this seal and see the Tathagata later."
This Arhat did not show his body, and went to Lingshan with the seal.
"Master, come down quickly, the disciple is coming out!"
