Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The prosperity of Buddhism depends on this boy!

These eight short words seem to carry a tremendous amount of power.

Whether it is the historical Master Xuanzang or the monk Tang in Journey to the West who experienced 81 trials and tribulations, they are indeed key figures in the rise of Buddhism in the East. Moreover, Xuanzang is the reincarnation of the second disciple of the Buddha and the person personally appointed by Guanyin to obtain Buddhist scriptures? Although the abbot of Jingye Temple is a bit worldly and slippery, he is surprisingly wise before deciding on the grand plan of Buddhism for the next thousand years.

It's just a pity for Yin Wenjiao, who was chosen to be the incarnation of Xuanzang's 81 tribulations. She experienced the pain of being occupied by pirates and rejected by an unfaithful man. The child she gave birth to became a nun, and she eventually committed suicide out of hopelessness in life.

There was a sour feeling spreading in her heart, and Wen Jiao didn't know whether Yin Wen Jiao was crying.

Mingxin had no idea of ​​the complicated feelings she was feeling at the moment. She heard the two young monks praising Xuanzang and whispering in his ear, "Miss, listen, our young master is so proud of himself!"

In the future, they will be even more impressive, so impressive that thousands of years later, few people except professionals will remember the meritorious generals and generals like Yin Kaishan who were able to be included in the Lingyan Pavilion, but the name of Master Xuanzang is still a household name - although it is largely due to a big man named Wu Chengen and the Sheyang Layman who wrote a novel with a monkey as the protagonist. Wen Jiao thought unhappily.

Jingfa was so excited that he said, "But I think there is another reason why Master Xuanzang is in seclusion this time."

"Oh? What's the reason?" Mingxin and Suxin asked in unison.

"Although he came to our Jingye Temple on a pilgrimage, he has a deep understanding of Buddhism and is fair and handsome. After only half a month of staying here, the number of female pilgrims in the temple has increased tenfold compared to before, and all of them came to see him. There was also an old lady who blocked the dining hall and forced the master to climb out the window to escape. We all privately think that Master Xuanzang did this just to get rid of her entanglement..." Once Jingfa started gossiping, he became so excited.

"Jingfa!" Jingkong shouted, looking uneasy.

Jingfa came to his senses and covered his mouth tightly: "Amitabha, I have committed a sin of speech. It is a sin, a sin."

Wen Jiao's face darkened, and she suddenly interrupted, "Master, is that old lady's surname Zhang?"

Jingfa unconsciously put down his hand covering his mouth and said, "How did you know this, lady donor? I heard that the old lady was a fifth-rank county lady, and her son was given a title because of his official title. Her son seems to be, is a... something like a cabinet scholar?"

"Dong!" Wen Jiao put the tea bowl down heavily. It turned out to be Chen Guangrui's mother, Mrs. Zhang. When Xuanzang insisted on returning to Jinshan Temple, Chen Guangrui turned a cold face and refused to let him stay. Mrs. Zhang depended on her son to live. Seeing her son's cold face, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to ask him to stay. Now she remembered to make up for the loss, what had she done before?

Her outburst frightened the two young monks and the two maids into silence. Wen Jiao tried to soften her expression, "Two young masters, take me to see Xuanzang."

Jingfa was frightened by her anger and shrank behind Jingkong in fear. Jingkong blocked him behind her like an old hen protecting her cubs, with a vigilant expression: "Female donor, the abbot has gone to invite Master Xuanzang."

"Little Master, I won't force Master Xuanzang to see me or not. I just want to go to where he is in seclusion and ask him a few questions through the door." Wen Jiao said. Seeing the two young monks looked hesitant, she added, "Give them the kudzu cloth."

The balance in their hearts completely tilted, and the two looked at each other: "Female donor, come with us."

When monks go into seclusion, they must stay in a quiet room (called a seclusion room) and be cared for by a dedicated person who is responsible for providing them with food and medicine. The latter is called a guard.

The Jingye Temple's confinement rooms are a few thatched huts built at the foot of Phoenix Mountain. The mountain breeze blows through, shaking the wild flowers on the bamboo fence. A beautiful young monk holds a clay pot and waters the orchids by the steps with all his heart, showing the charm of mountain Zen. However, in front of the thatched hut stands an old monk with a humble demeanor. His bald head is brightly illuminated by the sunlight, so bright that it is even a bit dazzling, which ruins the scenery.

Wen Jiao followed the two little monks up the stairs and saw this scene from afar.

The abbot, who was so old, smiled ingratiatingly at the young monk and said, "Master Xuanzang only needs to come out and recite a few sutras for the female donor, and everyone in our temple can earn a set of linen clothes. One person can work hard, and the whole temple can enjoy coolness. This is a great mercy. Even if you have the responsibility to guard the gate, you can do what is convenient for you. What's wrong with passing the message on for me?"

The young monk continued to water the flowers with a cold face, not even looking at him: "The abbot personally ordered me to be the guardian of Master Xuanzang, so he shouldn't have wasted his words with me. You and I are already Buddhists, so we should regard the hot summer and cold winter as illusions. Moreover, once Master Xuanzang has some realization, he will definitely make great progress in Buddhism. This is the truly important matter. By then, everyone in Jingye Temple will be able to share the benefits. How can a few cool summer shirts compare to that?"

During the month of being tempered by the Ruyi Pearl's spiritual energy, Wen Jiao's five senses were greatly improved, and her hearing was as strong as that of martial arts masters. Therefore, when Jingfa, Jingkong, Mingxin, and Suxin only saw the two talking, she could already hear the conversation between the old and the young from afar. She could not help but nod slightly and praised softly, "What a smart little master."

Jingkong and Jingfa thought she was praising them, and they blushed immediately. The half-grown boy, who had lived in the temple for a long time, was at an age when he had a vague curiosity about the opposite sex but was ashamed of his nature. Being praised by such a beautiful woman, he was naturally at a loss. Jingkong was calmer, and said, "I will tell the abbot," and walked away quickly. Jingfa hurriedly caught up and shouted, "Abbot, donor Yin is here."

The abbot was startled and said helplessly to the young monk: "People have already arrived, why didn't you inform them?"

The little monk looked at Wen Jiao, his black and white eyes examining her face that was three-quarters similar to Xuanzang. He frowned his delicate eyebrows and turned his face to continue watering the flowers.

The abbot was furious for a moment.

Wen Jiao smiled lightly: "I have promised Jingfa and Jingkong that as long as you lead me here, I will give alms. The abbot does not need to trouble this person anymore... Another person is coming."

She heard a strange sound and paused, looking down the mountain. On the mountain path shaded by mountain flowers, an old woman was walking up the mountain breathlessly. The maid beside her was carrying a heavy food box in one hand and supporting her with the other, and she was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

The anger in their hearts grew stronger and stronger, and both Yin Wenjiao and Wenjiao herself could not help but sneer.

Long time no see, my dear "mother-in-law".