Chapter 229: I should have pledged myself to him, but the holy monk is a monk...
Chapter 230: I should have pledged myself to him, but the holy monk is a monk.
"Master."
After the brothers and sisters fought for a while, they quickly calmed down. The Kingdom of Women is ahead of them. In the words of Master, compared with the monsters and ghosts when they came, this is the real test.
That's why I asked them to be wild and let out some of their anger by the mother-child river.
It may not be effective, but it will have some psychological effect.
Among the several disciples, except for Bajie, the other three disciples, Fahai, were not too worried. After all, Wukong's mind was not on this at all; Wujing was the embodiment of obsession, and it was difficult for external objects to affect his ambition.
However, in recent days, his devotion to Buddha has not changed, but his obsession with going to Lingshan seems to have loosened a lot.
The Great Sage saw the Master sitting cross-legged under the tree and keeping silent. He walked forward and asked curiously: "Master, why does it seem that you are not very interested?"
"Do you know what a real monk is most afraid of?"
"What are you afraid of?" The great sage scratched his head.
"Into the world of mortals."
"Why is this?" The Great Sage was a little confused.
"That's why many monks want to stay away from the mortal world." Fahai stood up, straightened his robes, and said with a smile, "Because they are afraid that they will not be able to get out after entering the mortal world."
"Master is also afraid?"
Fahai shook his head and said: "As a teacher, I am living in the world of mortals."
"Master, are you afraid that you won't be able to get out?"
"I'm afraid of going out on my own."
Great Sage:.
The Great Sage is most afraid of the Master saying these unexplained words, which sound just like nonsense. But after careful consideration, it seems that there is some truth and the truth that comes out of it is different every time.
Sometimes even the same sentence would mean something completely different if he just changed the context or mentioned the tone in his mind. His understanding was indeed very high, so much so that he didn't want to hear so many overtones.
, just cause trouble.
I wish I could learn Bajie's ability to pretend to be stupid.
The Great Sage didn't ask much about what the master was thinking. Anyway, for an eminent monk like the master, even the heavenly tribulations couldn't stop him. How could he be stopped by a mere daughter country?
Since there were boatmen ferrying them across the river, there was no need for them to show off their skills of "crossing the river with a reed". The master and the disciples got on the boat.
They were very surprised. After all, they already knew that this place was a daughter's kingdom. Now when they saw it, they also knew that the daughters in this daughter's kingdom were not inferior to men.
Xu is a land and water. Although it is a lonely place, although the daughter's family does not cultivate human blood, they still practice secret methods that are most suitable for the constitution of the citizens of the daughter's country.
This is also a normal thing. If a country is full of weak women, it will be difficult to pass it on to this day even if it relies on geographical advantages.
And this woman who punted the boat was a master in the human world.
It's not a big problem to deal with a few little monsters who have been practicing for hundreds of years. So when I saw him and Bajie, I wasn't afraid.
When the great sage first saw her, he thought it was another Bodhisattva who had set up a disaster here to stumbling upon them.
Mainly because there was one thing that made the Great Sage suspicious. They, who were obvious outsiders, wanted to drink water from the Zimu River. As a local, she could clearly see it from the sidelines, but she had no intention of stopping it.
Until I got on the boat and saw the woman setting the paddle, her bright eyes always looked at the master, but she never spoke. The master spoke first——
Fahai asked: "Did the donor go wrong in his practice, so that his speech was hindered?"
The woman nodded with a smile on her face. Her eyes seemed a little surprised and a little pity. She seemed to say: This handsome monk is really extraordinary. He can see the crux of my problem at a glance. It's a pity that he is a monk.
"The secret method practiced by the donor is too heavy on yin energy. Without the combing of the yang veins, the yin energy overwhelms the yang attribute. If the donor can trust the poor monk, the poor monk can use the Buddha's yang energy to regulate the donor." Fahai paused for a moment.
, reported his name: "The poor monk Tang Sanzang is a monk who came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to worship Buddha and learn scriptures."
The woman who was punting the boat bowed to Master Sanzang with her hands raised, her expression serious and solemn.
When the boat docked, the great sage took some money and handed it over. The woman did not refuse. She collected the money first, then tied the cable to a pile near the water, and then invited the master and his disciples to enter the small courtyard by the river. This is
her home.
She is the only one in the house, and the yard is not too small. It is simple and simple, and it has a bit of a farmhouse style in the daughter country.
I took some serious water, boiled it and made tea, and invited several elders to drink it.
Before Fahai drank tea, he first motioned her to sit cross-legged and muttered some words, using Buddhist methods to draw out the yang energy and help her regulate the yin meridians that were obviously out of balance all over her body.
Fortunately, this was not a disease, otherwise Fahai would have been unable to do anything.
It only took about a quarter of an hour for Fahai to stop his practice. After the boat girl meditated alone for a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, cleared her throat first, her eyes became brighter, and she tried to speak: "Ahem. More
.Thank you, holy monk."
Seeing that she still had something to say, Fa Hai and others did not speak, just waiting for her to think about it first.
"The little girl has been silent for ten years, and now she is treated by a holy monk. I can't repay the saint's great kindness." Although he spoke much more eloquently, his expression became more complicated, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "I should have shown my body to you."
"Yes, but the holy monk is a monk."
Her voice had just recovered, and although it was a little hoarse, the emotions contained in it could not be hidden.
I can't say that I am full of admiration, but it is finally catalyzed by gratitude and seems to be a bit resentful, as if I blame Sanzang for being a monk.
Seeing this, Fahai had no choice but to lower his head and chant the Buddha's name softly.
Several disciples suppressed their laughter, but did not dare to laugh out loud. It had been a long time since they had seen the woman who was about to commit herself to the master.
No wonder Master was filled with unconcealable melancholy before he stepped into this daughter's kingdom. He might have thought of such a scene for a long time.
Bajie saw that his master rarely showed such a powerless appearance, and thought to himself: These girls are all kind-hearted daughters, not the kind of female goblins who can be saved by being cruel. Hey, master, is this daughter's country yours?
Doom?
The great sage rolled his eyes and said in his heart: "This woman has a good calculation. No wonder she knew that the master wanted to treat her. I gave her money and she accepted it. It turned out to be because she was afraid that the two would be equal. I heard this as early as in Chenjiazhuang
Master Chen Dazhuang said that the women of this daughter’s country actually dare to love and hate. Now I see that they are indeed worthy of their reputation, and they are also true-hearted."
Wu Jing seemed expressionless, but in fact he had already unfolded the drawing paper and presented the scene in front of him on the scroll.
"Amitabha." Fahai recited the Buddha's name and was about to speak.
But she heard the woman say softly: "Holy Monk, please don't say more. The little girl knows that the Holy Monk is devoted to the Buddha, so she shouldn't disturb the master's practice. But she couldn't calm down, so she blurted out her selfish motives. It's the little girl's fault. This is the little girl's fault.
We meet each other by fate, so we don’t dare to ask for too much.”
Motherfucker!
The little white dragon trembled and thought: How can it be so much more difficult than the female goblin?
Fa Hai was stunned. This was the first time he saw this. He obviously didn't do anything, but why did he feel that he had done something sorry?