Xiniuhezhou, the eastern land.
A young monk walked out of a temple.
He turned around and smiled, saying, "Master, the Bodhisattva told me in a dream that I am going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures."
The old monk in the temple said, "Go ahead, but the mountain is high and the road is long. Can you do it?"
The young monk said, "The Bodhisattva said that as long as one is determined and sincere, the answer will come true."
The old monk said, "You have a connection with Buddha. Since you want to go, go ahead."
The young monk went down the mountain and headed west.
The journey west is long and full of difficulties and dangers.
However, the young monk was able to turn danger into safety along the way. There was a woodcutter who followed him all the way and was willing to protect him on his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.
This day.
When they passed a mountain, the woodcutter said, "Little Master, this mountain is called Five Finger Mountain. There is an old demon monkey under the mountain who specializes in eating passers-by. Let's take a detour."
The monk said, "Taking a detour would add a hundred miles and delay our journey. So let's just go this way."
The woodcutter frowned and had a headache, but still followed the monk past the Five Finger Mountain.
At the foot of the Five Finger Mountain, there was a demon monkey eating iron balls and drinking copper water.
If an ordinary person did this, he would have died long ago.
But he never tired of it, and his ferocious look made it so that no one passed by within a hundred miles of the Five Finger Mountain.
The monk and the woodcutter passed by today.
The demon monkey also noticed the two people, smiled grimly, and said, "You two, let me, Old Sun, out, and I will give you a chance to be together again."
The woodcutter was always on guard against the evil monkey and held the monk back, preventing him from getting close.
The monk said, "Buddha, have mercy on me. How can I let you out?"
The woodcutter said, "Young Master, this monkey has a stubborn nature and loves to eat people. If you let him out, he will eat you and you won't be able to go to the West to obtain the scriptures."
The demon monkey said, "I, Old Sun, eat bananas, not you."
The monk said, "Buddha has mercy on me. This demon monkey is also a life. I cannot bear to see him suffer so much."
The woodcutter was anxious when he saw the monk was going to climb the mountain to uncover the Buddhist verses and release the people.
"This is troublesome. Sun Wukong is stubborn and will not change. If he is released now, he will not obey discipline."
His eyes rolled and he said, "Little Master, this demon monkey was suppressed here by the Buddha himself. What the Buddha did must be right. If you let it out, wouldn't that be contrary to the Buddha?"
The monk was indeed stunned when he heard this.
He looked at the demon monkey, the famous Sun Wukong, and asked doubtfully, "Were you really suppressed by the Buddha himself?"
Sun Wukong said, "Old Tathagata? So what? Let me out. I have already forgiven him."
The monk went down the mountain without even turning back and said, "Since it was done by the Buddha, then you must have made an unforgivable mistake. You should continue to seek enlightenment."
When Sun Wukong saw this, he was immediately furious and roared, "How dare you, you hairless stinky monk, play tricks on me?"
"Let me out, and your grandpa Sun will definitely beat you to death, you baldy!"
The woodcutter followed him, and when he passed by Sun Wukong, he turned around and grinned, saying, "Great Sage, it seems that you have a deep resentment towards Buddhism. Listen to my little master and try to understand it."
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then looked at the woodcutter walking away and shouted, "Who are you? How do you recognize me?"
Golden light flashed in his eyes, and his fiery eyes burst into life. He wanted to see the identity of the woodcutter clearly, but suddenly a golden light shone over him, making it difficult for him to see clearly.
When I looked again, the person had gone far away.
Sun Wukong frowned, banged his head on the ground, and roared, "I have done nothing wrong, what do you want me to understand?"
About two or three years passed.
The monk and the woodcutter came to a mountain. The mountain was extremely vast, with high mountains and dense trees.
Along the way, the woodcutter slew demons and monsters, and the monk escaped danger.
But the monk also had experience, and he felt scared when he saw the mountain.
He asked, "Disciple, do you think there are monsters on this mountain?"
The woodcutter looked at the mountain in front of him with a complicated expression and said, "This mountain is called Fuling Mountain. There should be monsters on the mountain, but there are none now."
The monk said, "What do you mean? If it exists, it exists. If it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist. How can there be any 'should'?"
The woodcutter did not answer, but said, "Master, why don't we go up the mountain and take a look."
The monk nodded and said, "Then let's go and have a look. We're just passing by anyway."
The two of them went up the mountain, but they didn't see any mountain goblins or tree monsters at all. It just looked like an ordinary mountain.
But the strange thing is that the birds and animals on the mountain have their own brilliance, as if they are in high spirits.
The monk was surprised and said, "I think there is a great master on the mountain. Let's go visit him."
The woodcutter thought about it and nodded in agreement.
soon.
The two of them came to a cave. The cave was quite majestic, more like a palace than a temple, with the words "Yunzhan Cave" written on it.
The monk went to knock on the door and a boy came to open it.
The monk expressed his desire to stay overnight and visit, and the boy was very enthusiastic and agreed.
Then please go visit the cave master.
When the monk and the woodcutter entered the depths of the cave, they saw that the Yunzhan Cave was indeed a palace with pavilions, towers, carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes.
If the two of them had been to the Liusha River, they would have found that this cave was very similar to Shachen's dojo.
There is even an area in the backyard dedicated to growing fairy rice.
However, the fairy rice did not grow well, and the fields were not fairy fields.
The cave master came out. He was a tall and handsome middle-aged man. When he was on horseback, he looked like a general, and when he got off the horse, he looked like a top scholar.
He has an immortal air and is radiant.
The monk's eyes lit up as he said, "I am Xuanzang, a monk who went to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures. May I ask which immortal the cave master is?"
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