Chapter 249: Immortals Peeping at the Journey to the West (5) That night, You...
That night, the game was not played.
Because Bajie is upset again.
Wukong curled his lips speechlessly, added more wood to the fire, and said, "If you don't want to play, I'll go to sleep first."
After saying that, he lay down on the grass. Not long after, a light snoring sound was heard.
Falling asleep is so easy for people who are focused.
Bajie looked at him enviously for several times, but after thinking it over, he felt unwilling to give in, so he simply used his cell phone to harass his master.
Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Ganglie: Master, are you there? Are you asleep?
Seeing his online name, and thinking that he was no longer Marshal Tianpeng, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. He stared at it for a while, then sighed and changed it to "Picking the Scriptures with Pigsy".
Originally, Master Xuandu didn't want to pay attention to him, but after seeing this scene, his love for his disciple took over and he replied with two words.
Master Xuandu: I’m here.
This special reminder cheered up Bajie, and he instantly input five or six rows of words in his mind, which were nothing more than complaining that his master was unfair for not telling him that mobile phones could also be customized.
Just as he was about to click "Send," he suddenly remembered something. His eyes rolled, and he deleted all the words. After deleting them, he retyped them before sending it out.
The pilgrim Pigsy: Master, Monkey King asked me to play a game just now, but the one he was playing is not on my phone and the memory can’t hold it.
Upon receiving the news, Master Xuandu was both angry and amused, and scolded with a smile: "You only know how to use these little tricks all day long."
But he still cooperated with his apprentice's performance.
Xuandu: How could that be? Your phone is the latest model, and its main selling point is its large memory and the games it can't fit in it?
Pilgrim: The memory is fine, but the runtime is not. I downloaded it, but the phone can't run it.
Pilgrim: [crying] [kitten rolling around]
He didn't know that he was broadcasting live, and he used all his strength to act like a spoiled child to his master, and he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
Master Xuandu sat among the immortals, facing everyone's gazes that were either mocking or looking forward to the show. He felt like a thorn in his back, a lump in his throat, and was on pins and needles. He wished he could pull Bajie over and give him a good beating.
In order to avoid further embarrassment, he directly interrupted Bajie's spell.
Xuandu: Tell me, what do you want to do?
Bajie was puzzled. Why was his master so easy to talk to today? But how could he miss such a good opportunity?
The pilgrim Bajie: My disciple also wants a customized mobile phone with a large memory and the ability to refine and recognize the master.
Pilgrim: [Kitten rolling] [Kitten kiss]
Xuandu: I understand. Just go and get your sutras honestly.
After replying this sentence, he immediately put away his phone and sat there pretending nothing had happened.
The immortals burst into good-natured laughter. Xuandu was usually popular, so no one made fun of him. Everyone quickly turned their attention back to the big screen.
The next to appear is the Yellow Wind Monster, who was originally a weasel at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. He gained enlightenment by stealing the lamp oil offered to Lingji Bodhisattva and has the innate ability to control the wind.
Lingji Bodhisattva was compassionate. After the Golden Warrior captured Lingji, he did not kill him, but instead advised him to practice well and do more good deeds.
It was because he followed the teachings and remained true to his original aspirations for many years that Lingshan gave him a place.
This was also the first time the Pilgrims had to ask for help, and neither Wukong nor Bajie were used to it.
Fortunately, Lingji Bodhisattva is a very emotionally stable person. No matter how the two of them laugh, she can always bring the show back calmly.
With this experience, when it came time to recruit Sha Seng in the Flowing Sand River, the acting of Wukong and Bajie was much smoother.
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"Really, we don't need to rehearse first?" Mu Zha, who had been watching from the sidelines of the Lingxiao Palace with his master Guanyin for a long time, raised a soul-searching question.
Wukong waved his hand: "Really, there's no need for that. Uncle, my master and fellow apprentice are still waiting there, let's go over there quickly."
Mu Zha stared at him for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bear to hurt the child's pride. He just nodded slightly and warned him, "When you get to Xuanzang later, you have to act well."
This time is different from the time with Lingji Bodhisattva, because the performance has to be performed in front of Xuanzang.
Now everyone can see that Xuanzang is very smart and patient. Even if he sees something, he will only keep it in his heart and think about it secretly, and will not reveal it at all.
The scariest thing in the world is when smart people keep things to themselves and think about them secretly.
Because no one knows what big move they will come up with while they are thinking about it. If someone's idea goes astray and comes up with something bad, everyone might be finished.
Wukong patted his chest and laughed, "Second uncle, you're worrying too much. Are you still worried about me?"
Mu Zha thought to himself: If I hadn’t witnessed the difficulty at Yellow Wind Ridge, I would have believed you.
However, he just thought about it in his mind, and nodded with a smile on his face, holding the gourd in his left hand and the whistle stick in his right hand: "Then let's go. Wukong, you lead the way."
"Okay, let's go!"
The two of them each rode on auspicious clouds and soon flew to the bank of the Quicksand River.
In order to prevent Xuanzang from not recognizing him, Mu Zha changed his clothes into those of his own deity statues in the Tang Dynasty before landing.
As expected, when the clouds descended, Xuanzang recognized him immediately. He stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and bowed, saying, "Venerable Mucha, I am deeply ashamed of your hard work."
Mu Zha calmly returned the greeting and ordered, "Stand back, and wait for me to summon that evil creature."
Upon hearing this, Wukong and Bajie immediately supported Tang Seng on the left and right, and half-carried and half-carried him away.
"Master, let's step back so we don't get caught in the crossfire." Bajie finally got a new phone. He was in a very good mood, so he spoke very sweetly and behaved very considerately, which made Xuanzang couldn't help but look at him sideways.
You know, although they are all Bajie's masters, Bajie can clearly distinguish between the mentor who teaches him and the honorary teacher who is just there for the sake of seniority. What a double standard.
When facing the great master Xuandu, Bajie uses his clasping voice, rolling around and acting cute without avoiding people at all; when facing Xuanzang, it all depends on his mood. When he is in a good mood, he is sweet and when he is in a bad mood, he turns into Zhu Duidu.
It was also because Xuanzang was well-mannered and Wukong was there to make jokes, otherwise life would have been impossible.
Then Mu Zha walked to the water's edge and stood still, using his internal energy to transmit sound waves to the bottom of the water: "Sha Wujing, Sha Wujing, your master is here, your master is here. Why don't you come and pay your respects to him?"
A moment later, the water surged, and a blue-faced, red-haired demon came riding on the waves and strode onto the shore. "Is this Venerable Mu Zha? Little demon Sha Wujing greets you."
The monster was ugly in appearance, but very polite in his actions.
Mu Zha said, "The Bodhisattva instructed you to wait here for the pilgrim. Now that he has arrived, why don't you go and greet him? Instead, why are you stirring up trouble and preventing him from passing?"
The monster hurriedly asked, "Excuse me, sir, where is my master?"
Mu Zha pointed at Xuan Zang, and the demon looked over. His expression suddenly changed, and he raised his demon-subduing staff. He said vigilantly, "Venerable, the monk in the middle is fine, but the pretty boy on the left, and the pig-headed one on the right, are both here to bring bad luck to me."
Wukong and Bajie almost couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
——This is such a great performance!
If the three of them had not just drunk alcohol underwater, they would have believed it.
Mu Zha smiled and soothed him, "Don't be afraid. The eminent monk in the middle is your master, Tang Xuanzang. The one on the left is his eldest disciple, Wukong, and the one on the right is his second disciple, Bajie. Wujing, come with me. I'll take you to meet the holy monk."
Seeing that he was still hesitant, Mu Zha said, "Don't worry, I'll be your guarantor. They won't dare to do anything."
Wujing then put away his weapons and followed Muzha forward, bowing his head. "Disciple Sha Wujing, I am here by the Bodhisattva's command to await the pilgrim. Earlier, I failed to recognize Taishan and didn't realize it was Master in person. I disturbed you, sir. I hope Master will forgive me."
Xuanzang gestured for the two disciples to let him go, then stepped forward and asked, "Are you also my disciple? Did Guanyin Bodhisattva also send you here? Is Wujing the Dharma name given to you by the Bodhisattva?"
"Yes, that's right."
Xuanzang asked again, "Are you willing to become my monk?"
Wujing said, "I am willing to become a monk and serve Master all the way to the west." His expression was extremely sincere and his tone was extremely firm.
"Okay!" Xuanzang nodded, and told Wukong to prepare the razor and Bajie to prepare hot water, and then he shaved Wujing's head in front of Muzha.
After shaving, he saw nine skulls hanging on Wujing's neck, so Xuanzang took out a string of Buddhist beads from his bag and gave them to him, and he finally looked like a human being.
Xuanzang nodded and praised: "He really looks like a monk."
He then took down the nine skulls and placed them on the ground, then sat cross-legged and recited the prayer for salvation eighty-one times.
Although he knew that Hinayana Buddhism could not liberate the souls of the dead, it was still a psychological comfort. He also made up his mind that when he returned with the Mahayana Sutra, he would use the Mahayana scriptures to liberate the nine souls again.
Originally, Sha Wujing had made up a story and told Xuanzang the "origin" of the nine skulls when he asked about it.
Unexpectedly, Xuanzang didn't ask a single question, but just silently prayed for him to be liberated.
Not only Wujing was moved, but the immortals in Lingxiao Palace were also very emotional and had a high degree of recognition for Xuanzang.
Fu Li said, "With such a heart and such a sense of responsibility, as long as one has enough magical power, becoming an immortal or a Buddha wouldn't be easy."
Nezha asked with a smile: "Sister, are you interested in talent?"
Fu Li smiled and said nothing.
She never thinks there are too many talented people.
But there were many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas from the Buddhist sect who came, so even if she wanted to poach people, she couldn't say it in front of them.
Seeing her like this, Nezha realized that he had let the cat out of the bag. He felt annoyed for a moment, and the next moment he rolled on Fuli's lap, crying coquettishly: "Sister, sister, sister~"
Fu Li bent down and kissed him on the cheek, indicating that she did not blame him. Nezha was happy, but he did not get up and sit properly. Instead, he rested his head on Fu Li's knees. The two of them watched the movie together intimately, whispering a few words from time to time.
Seeing how intimate they were, it was naturally difficult for others to eavesdrop on their private conversation. Little did they know that the couple was openly discussing how to get Xuanzang in front of everyone.
Even if we can't dig to the Heavenly Palace, we can't leave it to Lingshan.
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