The Monkey King

   Beneath the snowy mountain, Nezha held the jade slip, and his hand trembled slightly.

   "Father... what did you just say?"

   "Go up and meet up!" On the other end of the jade slip, Li Jing roared violently: "Why is the macaque king so fooled? I have fought against him no less than ten times! Hurry up and save Jiguo, it will be too late!"

  Nezha put away the jade slip in a panic, looked around at the generals around him, and said, "Quick, go save people!"

   Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out on a hot wheel against the blizzard.

   For a while, the other heavenly generals were also stunned, so they had to follow one by one.

   Breaking through the strong wall cast by the raging blizzard, Nezha quickly reached the top of the mountain. But before he could recover, a figure flew straight towards him.

   "The King of Heaven!"

   grabbed the tip of the fire in his hand and swung it behind him, and Nezha quickly stretched out his hand to pick up the dying, blood-covered Heavenly King Chikuo.

   turned his face to the side, and Nezha saw that in the snowstorm, the macaque king was standing on the top of the mountain leaning on a stick and looking at him leisurely. Holding the head of another heavenly general in his hand, that body has been thrown to an unknown location.

   At this time, the other ten or so celestial generals had already rushed to Nezha's side and guarded him and the Heavenly King Chiguo in the middle.

  Looking at this situation, the macaque king slowly opened his mouth and smiled: "Is it a battle formation again? You Heavenly Court just don't have the slightest bit of a knight's spirit. Every time it's a group fight, it's meaningless."

   Said, he discarded the head casually, held the club horizontally, and assumed an offensive stance. With a smile, he said, "Without holding the country. Just relying on you, Nezha, can you afford a battle formation that is enough to deal with me?"

   Hearing that, all those heavenly generals looked at Nezha one by one.

  I saw Nezha staring at the macaque king with an ashen face. Only one word popped out of his mouth: "Go!"

  …

  Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple.

   A monk rolled up his sleeves and hurriedly walked into the hall, bowed and said, "Report to your lord, Nezha, the third prince of Nantianmen, and his entourage started a war with the reclusive macaque king in Beiju Luzhou ice and snow!"

   For a while, the voices of whispering in the hall suddenly rang out.

   "What's going on here, why are Nantianmen and the macaque king pinching each other?"

   "Are they also involved?"

   On the lotus pedestal, Tathagata smiled faintly. He waved his **** gently: "Go down first."

   Hearing the words, the monk bowed deeply, bowed his body and stepped out of the door.

"Nantianmen, Three Demon Kings, and Nine-Headed Worm. Next, there are other forces, all of them are involved. The two Monkey Kings, neither true nor false, affect the three realms. The truth is a wonderful situation." breathed. The Tathagata's slightly squinted eyes slowly moved. Looking at the King Kizang, who was standing beside him, he said, "However, at this moment, the doubts that Li Jing set up in order to trap Sun Wukong made me even more interested."

   King Jizo looked back at Tathagata, raised his head slightly, and looked out of the main hall door.

  …

   At this time, Xuanzang was sitting on the terrace with the King of France.

   "The sentient beings in the Three Realms are sentient beings. I ask the sentient beings in France, aren't they all sentient beings?" The king paced back and forth. He said sternly: "Master Xuanzang wants to save all sentient beings, and this king is very supportive. No matter what you want, this king can give you, even the throne is no exception! In this world, there is no other king who can do it. That being the case, Master Xuanzang wants to save all sentient beings, so why not start with me, asking for France. When I ask all sentient beings in France to cross, this king will definitely not stop it!”

   Xuanzang folded his hands together and sighed softly: "Your Majesty, it is not within the power of one person to purify all sentient beings in the three realms. The most urgent task for the poor monk is to realize the way of saving the world, so that future generations have a law to follow."

"Even if the Master wants to help the world, can it be proven elsewhere, but I can't prove it if I ask France? As long as you make all living beings in France, who I ask for, become a Buddha, I will help you to help the world. Dao is carried forward, why not?"

   "Your Majesty, if the way to save the world can be found in one place, why should poor monks go west to seek the Dharma?"

   "Then why can't I ask for it? Is there anything less I am asking for from France than the westbound route? What is missing, as long as you say it, this king will get it for you immediately!"

   With a roar, the king pointed a finger into the distance and stared at Xuanzang with round eyes.

   For a moment, the atmosphere froze.

   Xuanzang stared blankly at the king. After a long time, he put his hands together and sighed softly, "Less suffering."

   "Less suffering?" The king laughed dumbly.

   "Without the suffering of sentient beings, the suffering of poor monks is also reduced. Without suffering, what about Purdue?"

   "What's the point of this?" The king stared at Xuanzang with wide eyes. After a long time, he pointed at Xuanzang and gritted his teeth: "It doesn't matter, this king will believe you for the time being! Now this king has ordered all monks to become beggars, wouldn't this cause suffering? If it wasn't enough, this king ordered the whole country The common people are all beggars, how much suffering Master Xuanzang wants, how much suffering this king will create for you?"

   Xuanzang stood quietly, looking at the king, without saying a word and expressionless.

   Obviously, we can't talk about this anymore.

   In the distance, the monkey spread his legs and was about to move forward, but was grabbed by the canopy on the side.

"what are you going to do?"

   "Clean up him, this kind of person will itch if he doesn't clean up."

   "Don't go." Staring at the monkey, Tianpeng sighed softly: "In this step, Master Xuanzang still needs to come and go by himself."

  The sun was setting, and the whole afternoon of conversation ended in vain.

   Xuanzang returned in anger, while the king was full of fire.

   When I returned to my residence, I looked around, and there were monks in the courtyard again. It seemed to be even more miserable than yesterday, and they all cried.

   Xuanzang wanted to persuade, but he really didn't know what to say, so he could only watch.

   In the end, it was the monkey who directly drove the group away.

   After waiting for the monks to leave, Xuanzang sat alone on the stone chair in the courtyard in a daze, as if thinking about something.

  The others watched from a distance.

  The sky was getting darker.

   The black bear spirit walked over slowly with a cup of hot tea and put it on the table.

   "It's getting late. It's windy here, so Master Xuanzang should go back to his house and rest."

   Xuanzang slowly shook his head and said, "The poor monk really doesn't understand. Why does His Majesty the King must let the poor monk stay."

   "What's so strange about this." The Black Bear Jing smiled and said, "The king is devoted to begging for Buddha. Now that he has seen Master Xuanzang, you are such a living Buddha, so don't hurry up and hug him."

   Xuanzang asked casually, "Then how did he know that the poor monk knew the Dharma?"

"This…"

   In the distance, the monkey and the canopy could not help but **** up their ears.

Taking a sip of the hot tea, Xuanzang said softly, "The king's wholeheartedly seeking Buddhahood is true, but his foundation in Buddhism is really poor. If not, how could he say what he said today? It is natural. The truth that cannot be forced. In the past two days, the poor monk and what he said, he was afraid that he understood less than 20%. If it is only based on this, it is concluded that the poor monk is an eminent monk. Then ask the eminent monks in France. ? He was willing to bet on the throne for the sake of an eminent monk. If this is true for everyone, how could his throne remain to this day?

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