That night, after nightfall, Jin Chanzi was exhausted after walking all day.
"Wukong, why don't we stop and rest for a while, and continue on our journey tomorrow?"
Jin Chanzi, who was riding on horseback, finally spoke.
The two men haven't spoken since the incident with the thief today.
Sun Wukong now didn't want to talk to the monk at all. He was ungrateful and saved his life but instead scolded him.
But I know how to endure it.
Along the way, he was thinking that five hundred years ago, he was too reckless, which led to the conspiracy between the Heavenly Court and Buddhism. This time he must listen to the old man Baihu and endure it for the time being, and not fall into the trap of Tathagata.
Hearing that Jin Chanzi wanted to rest, Sun Wukong looked forward.
"There is a small village ahead where we can stay." said Sun Wukong.
"good."
Jin Chanzi looked out and indeed saw lights from someone's house.
After half an incense stick.
Two people and one horse went out of the village.
Seeing an old woman at the entrance of the village, Jin Chanzi's eyes lit up slightly. He rode his horse over and dismounted in front of the old woman.
"Old donor, I came from Chang'an and went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. I passed by here. It is late at night. Could you stay here for one night?" Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and said sincerely.
"Of course."
The old woman smiled and nodded, glanced at Sun Wukong, then turned and went into the house.
"Elder, please come in."
Having received permission, Jin Chanzi's face was slightly pleased, and he followed the old woman into the house. Sun Wukong tied up his horse and followed behind.
"Elder, I don't have any horse feed at home, only some leftover porridge. You can ask your apprentice to go to the mountains to cut some grass and bring it back to feed the horses so that we can travel on our journey tomorrow." The old woman said as she brought two bowls of porridge.
After being reminded by the old woman, Jin Chanzi nodded.
"Wukong, we have to travel tomorrow. Go get some fodder and I'll be waiting for you to travel tomorrow."
"good."
Sun Wukong didn't say much. He quickly finished his porridge and turned to leave the hut.
Only the old woman and Jin Chanzi were left in the room.
Seeing Jin Chanzi's worried look, the old woman put away her dishes and asked with a smile, "Elder, are you worried about your disciple?"
"That's right." Jin Chanzi sighed and shook his head. "He's unruly and undisciplined. He's hurt innocent people along the way, refused to be disciplined, and shows no remorse. He's tyrannical and tyrannical. I can't do anything about him."
"I see."
The old woman smiled and nodded, then took the dishes and returned to the house.
Soon, the old woman came out holding a hat.
"Before, my child was also naughty and undisciplined. I put this hat on him and chanted the spell to restrain him. With the help of the tight hoop, his naughty nature changed. Since the elder has the same problem, I will give this hat to the elder. The elder only needs to let him wear it and chant the spell to restrain him."
The old woman handed the hat to Jin Chanzi with a warm smile on her face.
"Elder, please memorize the spell and keep it in mind. Do not tell anyone else. One day, you will have the means to subdue your disciple."
Without waiting for Jin Chanzi to say anything, the old woman whispered in his ear and told him the spell to tighten the hoop.
After listening carefully, Jin Chanzi memorized it and tried it twice to make sure he had not forgotten it.
"Xuanzang, you have memorized the spell to tighten the headband. Put this hat on the monkey head and recite the spell again. He will obey your orders."
The old woman suddenly smiled, and her face slowly changed, revealing the true appearance of Guanyin.
"Greetings, Bodhisattva!" Jin Chanzi was shocked and hurriedly bowed and paid homage.
"Get up and remember what I said."
Guanyin smiled slightly, and her figure slowly disappeared from reality.
She cannot stay in the territory of Daxia for too long, otherwise she will be discovered by the Human Emperor.
There was only one person left in the room. Jin Chanzi looked at the hat on the table, hesitated for a moment, and put it into his backpack.
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"Monkey, be careful of the tight hoop!"
A subtle voice sounded in Sun Wukong's ears.
Sun Wukong, who was cutting the grass, paused and looked around hurriedly, but saw no one.
The voice just now seemed familiar. It was the voice of old man Baihu.
Sun Wukong's eyes rolled around, and he suddenly thought of someone. He nodded slightly and turned around to continue mowing the grass.
Only after getting a large bundle of green grass did Sun Wukong turn around and go back.
On the way, Sun Wukong became more and more unhappy.
Raising horses again. Five hundred years ago, the Heavenly Court asked him to raise horses, and now, the monk asked him to raise horses again.
Tolerate!
I, Old Sun, endured it.
Sun Wukong suppressed his anger, threw the grass he brought back to the white horse, and turned back to the house.
Jin Chanzi, who was chanting scriptures, heard that Sun Wukong had returned and glanced at him with his closed eyes.
"Goku."
"Master, speak!" Sun Wukong sat aside and said.
"My tone wasn't appropriate today. I was just worried you might kill innocent people. You protected me so well, I shouldn't have treated you this way."
"That's good to know!" Sun Wukong felt much more relieved.
"I have a hat here, a treasure from my backpack. The Western Regions are windy and dusty, and it's quite cold at night. Please wear it. It's my gift of apology."
Jin Chanzi turned around, took out his hat and handed it to Sun Wukong.
The latter looked at the hat with a slightly stunned expression, and suddenly remembered what he had just heard. His eyes rolled around and he took it.
"Thank you, Master."
"Put it on first." Jin Chanzi sat back on the stool and pretended to chant.
"Master, I remember the horse's grass hasn't been untied yet. I'll put it on when I get back."
Sun Wukong put down his hat and went out.
After a moment, he returned to the house, took his hat and put it on.
"Om, Ma, Ni, Padme Hum."
"Om, Ma, Ni, Padme Hum."
Seeing Sun Wukong putting on the hat, Jin Chanzi looked slightly happy, put his hands together, and a soft chanting sound was heard in the house.
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