[Journey to the West] Legend of the Little Demon

"Did da—did da—"

When Wan Lai was silent, the water curtain in the Water Curtain Cave fell, and the drops of lightly cold water hit the stones, making the cave more peaceful and peaceful.

There are no lamps in the stone room of the karst cave, and the stone table, stone platform, and unfinished wine and fruits are placed everywhere. Suddenly, the sound of water drops disrupted the rhythm, and there were a few fewer sounds. A slender figure stepped lightly on the stream like a ghost. The stone jumped in.

It's white squeaking again!

Wukong, who was sleeping on his side, squinted and looked at her calmly.

In the light darkness, her face looked flushed, and her eyes were as bright as little stars, as if there was a bright light flowing in her eyes.The corners of her lips curled up cheerfully, as if she was very happy.

What does she want to do?

Wukong pursed his lips speechlessly, and closed his eyes helplessly, really... he didn't want to see her.

Zhizhi carefully touched the stone table three meters away from Wukong, sat down quietly, listened to Wukong's stable and even breathing in the dark, rested his cheeks with both hands, and seemed to be seriously observing his sleep Allow.

Inexplicably, Wukong felt that his throat was a little dry, and the smell of alcohol in his abdomen was lingering and refused to rest.

"Great Sage." Zhizhi scratched his face with his paws and called him in the dark.

"Huh? Why?" They both acquiesced to the situation at this time.

Zhi Zhi, who served as the publicity ambassador, said with a hoarse voice, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

In the darkness came a low, nonchalant snort of laughter: "There's an annoying rat in the cave, which keeps me from sleeping." With the rustling of the cloth, Wukong lay down on his back, made a pillow with his hands, and stretched his legs. , a pair of pale gold pupils lazily looking at the ceiling.

The corner of Zhizhi's lips curled unconsciously before being named, and then he said solemnly: "Great Sage, you have something on your mind." Very determined.

Wukong glanced at her, the serious little mouse was staring at him at the moment, blinked his long eyelashes like a small fan, and fell silent.

"Tick-tick-tick-" There was no words for a long time, only the sound of water drops falling in the darkness.

He was thinking about the monkeys who had been taken away, and it was like a sigh that weighed on Wukong's heart.

Although he killed all the hunters who went up the mountain to hunt in one go with lightning after he came back, but what about the monkey grandchildren who have been captured?They have been tamed, flogged, and brain-struck in the human world. As long as he thinks that there are still thousands of monkeys suffering, Wukong will panic, but he has nothing to do at the moment.

In the dead of night, it is inevitable to toss and turn.Moreover, this was the first night he slept alone after leaving the Buddhist scriptures group. It was difficult to change the vigilant habit he had developed, and he unconsciously began to look back on the three years of Buddhist scriptures in his mind.

In the past few hundred years, only the three years of studying scriptures have memories worthy of his aftertaste.

"Great Sage," at some point, Zhizhi approached quietly, squatted beside Wukong's stone bed, and pulled Wukong's tail, "Are you thinking about those monkeys living outside?"

The tail suddenly stood up, and then quickly wrapped around Wukong's waist, like a frightened small animal, both of them in the dark were stunned.

Wukong blushed a little, tail or something, don't touch it!He sat up, got out of bed, broke a banana off the table and ate it.

The squeaky little eyes rolled around, and he giggled silently, so the Great Sage's tail is so sensitive?She stood up, rubbed her hands, cleared her throat and said, "My lord, I think, I may have a way to solve your worries."

Wukong turned around, his pupils lit up, and he looked at her with slightly raised eyebrows.Is she a little mouse?The ghosts are strange, maybe there is really some ghost idea.

"tell me the story."

After three sticks of incense.

The moonlight sprinkles the earth, the peaks are long, and an auspicious cloud turns over Tianzhu Mountain.

Wisps of deep blue clouds tore through the sky, and thousands of stars twinkled.

In the quiet and quiet night, a surprised low cry suddenly broke the silence, "Great Sage, look quickly! Flying squirrel!"

Zhizhi, who was standing behind somersaulting cloud, pulled Wukong's tail, and pointed at the black cloud that just flew past from below with wide-eyed eyes.

Wukong in front turned his head and gave her a blank look, then shook his tail, "Idiot, that's a bat!"

Zhizhi grinned, revealing the sweet dimples on one side of his cheek, and praised sincerely: "Oh~ they are so powerful! They are the glory of our Rat Clan!"

[A passing bat swears: "Damn it! That mouse can hit the clouds!" It spreads its wings and flies vigorously, but can only watch them go away with noodles and tears...] There are many roads leading to the Netherworld. , but only ghosts and ghosts in the underworld can enter the underworld along the Huangquan River, Wangchuan and Santu Rivers.

The main gate of the underworld is between the mountains of Shu.

The solution proposed by Zhizhi is very simple and crude.

500 years ago, Wukong made a big disturbance in the Hall of Yama and tampered with the book of life and death. In a fit of anger, he even ticked off the names of all the monkey tribes in Huaguo Mountain from the book of life and death.The direct result of the original actions was that all the monkeys in Huaguo Mountain lived forever, and the indirect result was that people flocked to catch the monkeys to replenish their brains.

When Zhizhi uttered the words "life and death", Wukong understood what she meant.

In order to completely cut off the indiscriminate disasters in Huaguo Mountain, the creatures in Huaguo Mountain still have to act according to nature. Their lifespan is infinitely increased, but their chances of cultivating into spirits are infinitely stifled.Another point is a question that the wayward Monkey King never thought about hundreds of years ago-if the old monkey in the mountain died unexpectedly, but there was no messenger from the underworld to seduce his soul and take him to reincarnation, then there is only one place for the dead monkeys to settle down ——The ghost city of death in vain.

Wukong, who had made up his mind, naturally went to the "Ten Palaces of the Underworld" to visit without stopping, but he turned his head and glanced at Zhizhi who was following behind him, looking left and right, why did she follow again? ==

Underworld where the sun and the moon shine together, the moon never sets, the sun never rises, and hangs by the sky all the year round.

Because the underworld belongs to Yin, the light of the moon is even stronger than that of the sun.

The bright silver light, the dark purple river is the River of Forgetfulness, and the sea of ​​flowers blooming on both sides like evil fire is the bewitching Huangquan Bianhua.

On the wharf hung with white lanterns, the ghost guards with chains shouted and shouted, directing the newly landed ghosts to register step by step.

When Wukong and Zhizhi somersaulted all the way and crashed straight into the gate of ghosts, all the ghosts on duty turned pale with fright, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" holding their faces, Zhizhi's ears were numb when he heard it, and he thought to himself Thinking in my heart: I don't know if the ghost can be scared to death again...

This is not to blame the ghost messengers on duty. The vocational training that each ghost messenger received when he took office included a human face.You know, when he made a big fuss in the underworld, he messed up the eighteen levels of hell, and even released a group of fierce ghosts from the Infernal Abi Hell, creating a small hell in the human world. Hundreds of ghost messengers have all died in the line of duty, and even the boss above has taken over several times.

In the name of Monkey King, Megatron Ten Palaces!Therefore, the moment he showed his face now, it was inevitable that all the ghosts and ghosts would cry and cry in fright.

Wukong rubbed his ears impatiently, and strode straight in. Judge Cui, who was wearing a blue official robe and with a pen stuck in his hair, hurried over. The moment he saw Wukong, As soon as his knees softened, he almost fell down, and murmured: "Ancestor!"

"Great Sage! Great Sage!" Judge Cui kowtowed to greet him, sweating profusely in panic, "I pay my respects to the Great Sage!"

In a short while, Lord Yan of the ten halls and the ghost judges of the five directions came one after another, greeted him with a few polite greetings, and immediately greeted him to the hall of Yama.

Zhizhi is a living soul, and Yan Luodian is too haunted for her to go. When Yan Wang saw that it was Wukong who brought him, he smiled and expressed that he wanted to take a casual look, and immediately called Judge Cui to lead the way.

Wukong told her not to run around with a straight face, and took her back later, and then he was surrounded by Hades and left.

Zhizhi squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Wukong's far away figure, rubbed his chin and smiled wickedly, and looked sideways at Judge Cui, the handsome bearded uncle: "My lord, I heard that there is a stone in the underworld called the Sansheng Stone?" The light in his eyes flowed.

Judge Cui was startled, then stroked his beard, smiled slightly, and nodded.

"De La~ please lead the way!" Zhi Zhi snapped his fingers, and took Judge Cui's arm, arrogantly.

The Sansheng Stone is beside the Naihe Bridge. The Naihe Bridge is long and secluded, separated by layers of mist, and the end does not meet.From a distance, it looks like a broken bridge on the West Lake in the world. A string of red lanterns is hung on one end of the bridge, and the three characters "Naihe Bridge" are inscribed in black on it.

The soup seller Meng Po is at the other end of the bridge. The reincarnated ghosts drink Meng Po soup and forget the past and go across the bridge. The other end of the bridge is the Sansheng Stone.

Only those ghosts with a particularly deep love can even remember the love of the next life carved under the Sansheng Stone after drinking the Wanghun soup.But what good is that?In the afterlife, you are no longer you, and he is not him.

Few people would run down to the underworld like Zhizhi, the ghost horse elf, and go through the back door to play with engraving on the Sansheng Stone.If it weren't for relying on Monkey King, Monkey King, who would dare to be so willful and bold?

The banks of the River of Forgetfulness are full of Bianhua flowers, which are the attracting flowers of ghosts and ghosts. They bloom like blood and are as gorgeous as clouds. From a distance, they look like carpets spread by blood. I don’t know how many heart-breaking hearts they have watched The story has gone through thousands of flowers blooming and withering.

When Zhizhi lifted the hem of his clothes and strolled to the Naihe Bridge humming a little tune, a few scattered white-clothed Ah Piao stood at the head of the bridge with different expressions.The old man with missing arms frequently looked back at the way he had come, full of reluctance; the long-haired female ghost with flaming red lips had piercing eyes, she raised her head and drank the Wanghun soup in the bowl without looking back, and walked into the mist; The young man was full of sorrow, and took the black porcelain bowl with a sigh...

The ghost mansion is actually another world.

All the ghosts who lined up in twos and threes waiting to be reincarnated left, and Zhi Zhi finally saw the legendary Po Meng.It was a wrinkled, white-haired old woman. There was a large iron pot in front of her. She was stirring the sticky white soup in the pot clockwise with a large iron spoon. The green-skinned, shirtless kid was hard at work adding fuel to the dark green flames at the bottom of the pot.

Po Meng smiled meaningfully at Zhizhi and Judge Cui, lowered her head and continued stirring the soup.

Zhizhi glanced at the pot of sticky soup, and swallowed.Then, throwing away all the random thoughts in his head, he took a few quick steps forward, and when he reached a step, he vaguely saw someone on the bridge in front of him, standing in place at the moment, looking at Wangchuan in the distance.

A man in his thirties with a refined face.

Zhi Zhi followed his gaze, and there were hundreds of canoes floating on the faintly silvery river surface, and a faint lotus candle was lit on the prow of each small boat. In a canoe sits a translucent ghostly figure.

Judge Cui, who was following Zhizhi, sighed quietly, and murmured, "That man is also infatuated. He has been waiting here for his wife for almost 1000 years."

"1000 years!?" He squeaked, but he couldn't help wondering, his wife...is a monster?

Judge Cui seemed to see Zhi Zhi's puzzlement, he lowered his head and smiled helplessly, and explained as he walked: "His story has to start with the feudal lords fighting for hegemony in the Warring States Period..."

One after another lotus candle lights are floating on the surface of the river, dotted with stars, like an upside-down starry sky.

Before Zhizhi finished listening to the story, tears flowed down his face.She had heard this story before, and heard the other half, another version of infatuation turning into hatred.

When she hurriedly dug out the small bone vase from the small package and wanted to run back, a refined man approached with his hands behind his back. He smiled slightly and nodded at Judge Cui and Zhizhi, and then disappeared into the inseparable in the dense fog.

Judge Cui sighed in relief, "Whoa, he finally gave up...Miss Bai?"

Zhizhi clenched the bone vase in his hand, raised his head, and burst into tears...

At the same time, on the other side, the King of Hades and the other four judges were sweating profusely looking through all the books of life and death. The King of Wheels suddenly slapped his forehead and woke up and said, "Great Sage, I remembered! The one you wanted to check Bai Zhizhi's file of death, life and longevity has been taken away long ago!"

"……Oh?"