Sign in to Zhutian from Journey to the West

Chapter 197
Hearing what Huang Yang said, although Sun Wukong didn't quite believe it, he didn't continue to pester him.

The group packed up and continued on the road.

It took several days to leave this endless mountain range.

It took another few months, from the originally uninhabited mountain range, to a village with a few people, and then to a prosperous big city.

A group of people stopped and walked, asking about the way forward from time to time.

But he knows the name of the country here, which is the Wuji country that he and others are going to.

As usual, I was going to visit the king, but I heard that there was a royal temple in the country. After thinking about it, I planned to go to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tathagata Buddha and other Buddhas first, and then go to visit the Wuji King.

This sequence cannot be messed up.

When he came to the royal temple, Drifting stroked his beard and said: "Master, you see how magnificent the royal temple is, and the king must be a person who worships Buddha."

"Bajie, why don't you go and stay overnight." Tang Seng said.

The most important thing is that Sun Wukong has an ugly face and is unwilling to show others the image changed by the art of transformation. The Drifting Monk looks like a human being, but his skin is blue, as if he has been poisoned, his face is piled up with flesh, and he looks fierce. Coming to the door will definitely scare people.

Huang Yang didn't care. Hearing Tang Seng's order, he handed the rein to Sun Wukong, straightened his neckline, and stepped forward to enter the temple.

After entering the courtyard, Huang Yang saw a group of young novice monks laughing and laughing, and the monk said, "Today's presiding lecture is really good, I understand one-third of it..."

"That's right, many senior brothers said today that it's like enlightenment..."

Huang Yang listened thoughtfully, looked up and saw a presiding monk coming out of the hall, he hurriedly went up to greet him and made a Buddhist salute: "Master, disciple is polite."

After hearing this, the headmaster looked up at Huang Yang and said, "Well, who are you and where did you come from? What do you want to see me for?"

"The disciple is the second apprentice of the Tang monk who was sent by the Tang Dynasty to the west to obtain the scriptures. Now that I am in Baofang, the master asked me to come and ask for a night to pay respects to the Buddha. I hope the master will agree."

I just heard the presiding officer say: "This is a royal temple, only accepting relatives of the emperor, not traveling monks, you should go elsewhere." After speaking, he waved his hand towards Huang Yang, shook his head and said.

"Headmaster, it's getting late now, I hope the headmaster will make it easier for you, disciples, masters and apprentices, I will be grateful."

Huang Yang spoke again.

"You little monk, you are really long-winded. As I said, wandering monks are not allowed."

Huang Yang was upset when he heard this, and was almost ready to use spells or hypnosis, but after thinking about it, he was still going to talk politely.

Thinking of the Tang monk's correspondence in his memory, he said, "The ancients said that the temples and Taoist temples are all the posthouses of Master Fang, and there are three liters of rice when you see the mountain gate. Why don't you keep me as a teacher and apprentice?"

The host heard it, and said with a smile: "You little monk is so glib, I don't know if your master is also like this, but if you talk to the sky, this royal temple will not take you in, and I won't let you out."

This shows the rhythm of driving people away, no matter how thick-skinned Huang Yang is, it is not easy to continue entanglement.

The so-called not staying here has his own place to stay, this person can still be suffocated to death by urine, so he left the hospital after thinking about it.

When Tang Seng and others saw Huang Yang coming out, they hurried forward and asked, "Bajie, I wonder if the master of the courtyard will take me in for a night?"

Huang Yang shook his head and said: "Don't talk about Master, it will make people angry."

"What's the matter? Bajie? Could it be that the monks in the courtyard still beat you and scolded you?" Monkey King asked anxiously.

"Why beat me and scold me, do they have that ability? The master, I can talk about it, but he refuses to let me stay overnight, saying that it is a royal temple, which only accommodates the royal relatives and relatives, and does not accept foreign wandering monks at all, let me say it Hell, you won't let me wait..."

"Look..."

"This……"

Tang Seng and Drifting Monk looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

When Sun Wukong heard this, he immediately became angry, and said: "What a bold monk, my old grandson, go in and have a look..."

"Wukong..." Tang Seng wanted to call Sun Wukong to stop him, but saw that Sun Wukong jumped into the temple at once, and he just let out a long sigh.

"I'll get you monks who don't beat you, get out and meet you, Master Sun, otherwise, I'll smash your monastery and demolish your temple!"

A monk heard Monkey King's words, so he sneaked out to spy on him. Seeing Monkey King's sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, he looked like a goblin, and ran away screaming.

Seeing this, Monkey King didn't make a fuss, took out his golden cudgel and threw it at the side hall.

The mountain shook suddenly, and the side hall collapsed directly.

The host was alarmed and ran out quickly. Seeing Monkey King holding a golden cudgel with a fierce look on his face, he was frightened and ran in again.

How could Sun Wukong let the host leave, he flew in a few steps, and came to the host.

This hand that has nowhere to rest—

"Don't..."

Seeing Monkey King approaching, the host panicked like a little girl about to be molested.

Just listen to Monkey King saying: "Bold monk, where are you running?"

"No, no, no, spare me, hero, grandpa, great immortal..."

"Hurry up and clean a thousand rooms of the house, my grandson is going to sleep."

I saw the abbot weeping and saying: "There are less than [-] houses in my monastery. There are too many monks and few houses. I dare not allow my lord."

After hearing this, Monkey King grabbed the monk's collar and said, "You have many monks and few rooms? Then move out with me!"

Only the host argued again: "We have four or five hundred monks here, if we all move out, there will be no place to live."

Sun Wukong became impatient, and said directly: "If you keep talking, my grandson's golden cudgel doesn't recognize anyone, why don't you try it and see if my golden cudgel is powerful enough?"

The host saw that this golden cudgel directly knocked down a side hall, so how dare he try it?

In order to save his life, the presiding officer said: "Wait a minute, the poor monk remembered that there are rooms available in the West Temple, those who have rooms..."

"My master is waiting outside the door, you go and invite him in! If you are disrespectful, be careful that my golden cudgel falls on your head."

"Don't dare, dare not." The host said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

……

"Master Tang..." he called after leaving the temple gate with a group of monks.

Tang Seng: ...

Huang Yang: ...

Sand Monk:  …

Is this treating Tang Seng as a landlord from Tang Dynasty...

Recalling this episode in his mind, the corners of Huang Yang's mouth twitched.

This man surnamed Sun threatened the host.

Immediately, Huang Yang felt a little gloating, and called out the Buddha's name lightly in his heart: I told you not to listen to my Buddha, now you are comfortable, this is the so-called toasting and not eating fine wine...

"Bah, bah, what Amitabha, I was really led astray by Tang Seng, I don't really want to become a monk..." Huang Yang muttered in a low voice.

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(End of this chapter)