[Journey to the West] Tucao Emperor who was delayed by Buddhism

I finally understood what happened to Hui An's dream.

No wonder he was injured so badly, it turned out to be his own choice.In his dream, Jing Zhe forced him to make a decision - what to keep.

The price he paid for this dream was that he only chose to leave his heart intact, so other parts of his body were severely injured, and this trauma was definitely not caused by Jing Zhe, but by himself.

But it also provided me with a piece of information at the same time, that is, how to trap Jingzhe into a dream exactly like my disciple's.

I really want to see what kind of dream this fox is going to use to trap me, but unfortunately it is extremely difficult for him to keep me in this illusion, let alone weave a dream for me.

I withdrew from Hui An's dream, wandered in Jingzhe's memory, and found that most of his memories were dark and unclear, and they were all floating clouds of smoke, like the gray sky before the rain.

I found the mountain stream that Hui An mentioned, walked in, and found that the scene was completely built, even the pool water and waterfall in front of the cave were completely restored, and every plant and tree was extremely detailed-God knows how to build such a complete How much energy does your dream require.

I crossed the pool and walked into the mountain stream, but was startled.

I saw a snow-white fox lying on its stomach in the cave. Hearing the noise, he suddenly raised his head, trying to smell my breath.

I was startled at that moment——I saw it was covered with snow-white hair, and its only pair of eyes was empty, and almost brown blood dripped slowly from the eyes. Blood hole, looking at me emptily.

It turned out to be a dead spirit tainted with resentment.

After a while, it drooped its head again, lying sleepily in the corner, and said in a low voice: "If you think I can still recognize you, you are very wrong. The feeling in the dream is disordered. I can't smell your breath."

I walked over, sat beside it, and said, "Then at least I'm not your brother."

It tilted its head blankly, obviously not hearing my voice.I heard Hui An say how docile and cute Seventeen is, so I stretched out my hand to touch its small head, but before my hand touched its head, it turned its head like lightning and opened its mouth to bite my hand , bit my hand and made a threatening sound.

I originally thought that if it bites down, there must be a bloody mark on my hand, but it didn't make any effort to bite through the skin, just holding it like that, and after confirming that I was not threatening, it let go of me sleepily, and lay down again. to the field.

It didn't talk to me, and I didn't ask it anything. After we were in a stalemate for a while, it moved its seat, vacated a small piece of meadow, pointed with its head, and said, "Here, For you."

Seeing that I didn't move the nest, it took the place back in frustration and said angrily: "That's not for you, you can sit on the ground!"

I:"……"

It has such a big temper, which is also very cute.

The Seventeenth Hui An said was docile and gentle. Although the little fox in front of him had a good heart, he was like a frightened bird. Even though he was dead, he was afraid of others.Perhaps he once completely trusted others, but was betrayed tragically and ended up with a tragic death. That heart could never return to the original state, but he still glued the broken heart carefully together, as if leaving the Like a small piece of mat, hold a small bit of kindness in the palm of your hand, dare not give it rashly, and fear that others will not want it.

I said: "Don't, the ground is full of wet ground water, leave me a corner."

It didn't move, its ears drooped, and it pretended not to hear.

I said, "Thank you."

It just raised its head and moved a place for me—obviously much bigger than the one just now.

I sat down next to it, and heard it ask me: "What's wrong with you, have you been eaten by my brother?"

It put its furry head on my knee and said, "Your primordial spirit cannot get out after being eaten in. In the next few thousand years, the two of us will depend on each other for life."

After a while, I felt that since I was going to stay with me for so long, I simply decided to trust me first, but I didn’t dare to trust me too much, so I asked me cautiously: “What’s your name? I’m Seventeen, I’ll tell you my name Now, you have to tell me your name too."

I said, "I am Avalokitesvara of the South China Sea."

Shi Qi originally put his head on my lap, but when he heard my words, he raised his head suddenly, jumped up staggeringly, bumped his head against the stone, got dizzy from the bump, and looked for my direction in the cave again. Hearing my voice, he staggered towards me and asked me in shock, "Are you Hui An's master?"

I said, "Exactly."

Even if it doesn't speak, I can tell from its appearance that it is frightened. It probably never thought that Jing Zhe could make such a big fuss. For a moment, he wanted to worry about whether he would kill him, but he couldn't help it. I felt that since Jing Zhe had already treated it like this, it was not worthy of its worry and care, and the two were entangled, so they could only ask me with mixed feelings: "But you are Nanhai Guanyin, why are you trapped by my brother?"

"I've heard a long time ago that Avalokitesvara of the South China Sea has immeasurable merit and boundless magic power, how could it be, how could it be..."

Alas, I really can't wash it off for the rest of my life.

I had no choice but to say to Shi Qi: "Your brother swallowed your soul, I am here to take you out. You must know that he has committed a serious crime, and he may be sealed for countless years. You are not at fault, so there is no need to follow him." He has been sentenced together for so many years."

Seventeen was overjoyed at first, but then hid in the corner of the wall and whispered, "But...but you are already in the dream he wove, as long as you are in the dream he wove, he won't let you go." Go, you can't get out unless you break the dream—"

When it said this, it paused suddenly, and said sadly: "But if you break the dream, I will be lost together."

As it spoke, two lines of ferocious blood-colored tears suddenly fell from those hollow eyes exposing the wound, and it said to me: "Bodhisattva, please, can you tell my brother for me: no matter what he does, I will not do it." Hate him, beg him to let me reincarnate..."

Its tiny body was trembling under the fur, trembling, and said to me sadly: "You see, there is nothing here, no birds, no worms, not even a living thing, and it is cold. It's dark again, I can't take it anymore, if this continues, I will become a ghost."

"But if I become a ghost, what face do I have to see Hui An? He wants to help me so much, if he finds out that I have become a ghost, he will be so disappointed in me..."

I asked him: "Your brother swallowed your soul to continue his life. If you really don't hate him, how could you become like this?"

Seventeen shook his head: "I don't want to hate him, and I don't want to be like this! But I can't control it. I knew it when my body started to rot. My resentment is full of souls that have been practicing for a hundred years. I don't want to take revenge on him now. , I dare not take revenge on him, I am afraid that once I take revenge on him, I will really become a ghost, so please, please let me reincarnate, I crossed the bridge of Naihe, drank Mengpo soup, these painful Things can be forgotten..."

I patted his head to comfort him, and said, "It's okay, I'll take you out of here today, as long as you have kind thoughts in your heart, you won't become a ghost to harm the world."

I asked him again: "You brothers have been together for hundreds of years, do you know where your brother's weakness lies, how to drag him into a dream?"

Seventeen shook his head and said: "He has no weakness. I have been trapped by him for so long, and I have always wanted to trap him so that I can escape, but my cultivation base is running out, and he is not afraid of anything, not afraid of anything, I can't help it either. If you walk around here, you'll definitely be able to find his memory, but it's too dark inside, so don't go too deep. His hostility is too strong, and you won't be able to get out. "

I asked, "Have you been in?"

Seventeen nodded: "I can't see with my eyes. I can only see things when I enter other people's dreams. But Bodhisattva, you have also seen the price I paid. My blind eyes began to maggot and bleed. His hatred , The hostility is reflected on me in multiples, and if I go in again, I won’t be able to get out.”

I looked at his appearance and found that his appearance was close to that of a rotting corpse, presumably he was not far from turning into an evil spirit.

I have long heard that the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagles, but I never thought that it would be my turn one day.

I asked Seventeen, "Although you are dead, are you so hungry that you wish you could swallow stones?"

He nodded blankly, then shook his head again: "I also ate the stones here, but they were all fake in the dream. If I ate them, it would be the same as if I hadn't."

This is a sign of becoming a demon.

I cut the palm of my hand with a sharp piece of stone, moved to the tip of its nose, and asked, "What about this one?"

Seventeen's senses were mostly malfunctioning, but he was attracted by the smell of blood, bowed his head and sniffed at my palm, then dodged far away, shrinking into a furry ball, and whispered: "You are Nanhai Guanyin, if I drink If you drink your blood, your life will be shortened."

I can't laugh or cry, who told it all this?Others rushed to drink and couldn't even lick a drop. You are so good, stay away from it.

I said, "It's okay, I'll treat you to a drink."

... I always feel that what I said is very strange, as if I was trying to lure a child with some poisonous candy.

When Shi Qi heard what I said, he carefully lowered his head, and quickly licked my palm, as if licking blood with a knife, and then hid far away.

The rotten parts of its body can be revived, and the intact skin will grow again, so it will never become an evil spirit.

Before I could feel relieved, I suddenly heard an exclamation coming from the side of me, silly Baitian shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, the Bodhisattva is bleeding!"

My apprentice also panicked: "My master's palm is bleeding! It's over, it's over, my master must die!"

……

Not to mention, Sun Wukong was still yelling over there: "Bodhisattva, what's wrong with you, Bodhisattva! You monster, dare to hurt Bodhisattva. Although I can't kill you, I will peel off your skin!"

Silly Baitian shouted: "The Great Sage don't want it! He has no skin in the first place!"

……

Forget it, I don't want to listen anymore, I might as well go and see what is in the memory of Jing Zhe.

I'm really curious about how he felt when he swallowed his younger brother's soul in one gulp.

So, I bid farewell to Seventeen and walked into the extremely dark dream.

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