You, a monster, still want to travel to the West?

Xia Zhiming leaned over the girl's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Three hundred years ago, when you saw my snake form, you said something inappropriate. How about you do it again now?"

"Is the donor at ease?"

"I'm very comfortable."

Master Xuanzang shook his head and laughed, "It is me who speaks too much."

Xia Zhiming nodded in satisfaction when he heard that, and casually wagged his tail as a farewell. Then he buried his head in Qingxin's neck and leisurely spit out his tongue.

Seeing this, Xiao Qingxin said nothing more. He stood up and glanced at the monks trembling with fear outside the hall. After thinking for a while, he stood on tiptoe and touched an apple from the altar.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw the three Buddha statues in front of him glow with golden light at the same time.

Following an imperceptible sound of thunder, various exotic fruits such as custard apples, amla ginkgo nuts, etc., fell from the dome of the temple, filling her arms in an instant.

Outside the hall, the monks were stunned by the scene and soon forgot the rules and regulations. They knelt on the ground with fanaticism and chanted the Buddha's miracle.

Only Xuanzang had a strange look on his face. He looked at the twitching white snake on the girl's shoulder. After thinking for a while, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, reciting scriptures - the facts proved that: not listening, not looking, and not speaking are also great wisdom.

……

After a while, when Qingxin collected all the snacks given by the Buddhas, the man and the snake walked out of Hongfu Temple amid the enthusiastic farewell of the monks.

It was almost dusk, the red sun was setting in the west, leaving only a hazy sky. The road outside the temple was lined with old trees, and the ground was covered with fallen leaves.

Under the setting sun, Xiao Qingxin rubbed Xia Zhiming's numb snake tail as they walked, and said with a smile: "Zhiming, Jin Chanzi has changed a lot now."

"I'm really curious now. When he gets to the West, how will the Buddha answer the question of whether he's afraid of death?"

"Zhiming, you clearly don't understand Buddhism, so why are you concerned about that question?"

“Because it’s fun!”

"You, you only remember to eat but not to be beaten~"

"..."

The man and the snake chatted and joked, and after returning to the inn, they played around intimately.

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After that—

Because the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty issued a notice to recruit monks, famous monks from all over the world gradually came to Chang'an, and a total of 1,200 eminent monks were gathered, waiting for the auspicious day three days later to hold the water and land ceremony.

For a time, there were rumors of great monks appearing in Chang'an every day:

Or the holy monk can chant scriptures and recite Buddhist scriptures, and the strange disease will be cured.

Or it could be that the monk has great magical powers and can exorcise evil spirits.

Or the monks would pray all night long for the birth of a child or grandchild.

There are so many strange and bizarre theories that it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false.

However, among the many legends about eminent monks, there is one that is quite unique. Legend has it that wherever this eminent monk passes by, flowers bloom everywhere, pain is relieved, and illness is cured instantly.

The only problem is that the monk, dressed in rags, likes to sing songs. The song goes like this:

"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, and my robes are torn."

"You laugh at me, he laughs at me, and the fan breaks."

"Namo Amitabha……"

In front of Donghua Gate, a "mad monk" with tattered clothes, white hair and red eyes was walking on the street, waving a broken fan and looking around.

On his shoulder, a little girl, only the size of a palm, was dangling her feet and biting a peach in small bites.

The breakfast vendors around them saw this amazing duo approaching and all laughed and teased, "Master Zhiming, you only sing these few lines every day. What's next?"

Xia Zhiming shook his broken fan, found a stall selling tofu pudding and sat down, waving his hands helplessly and saying, "I can't help it. I forgot the rest."

The vendors burst into laughter.

When the tofu pudding vendor saw him sitting down, he quickly came up to him and asked with a smile, "Master, would you like something sweet or salty?"

Xia Zhiming said seriously: "Salty ones are heresy, I want sweet ones."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you something sweet. I'll give you something sweet."

The stall owner was delighted when he heard this. He picked up a large bowl and scooped the tofu pudding into it. He then added several spoonfuls of sugar water and brought it to the table with a soup spoon.

At the same time, some customers around heard the news and quickly filled the entire stall, calling on the stall owner to quickly bring them a bowl, and the stall owner was so busy that he was sweating profusely.

Seeing this scene, Xia Zhiming didn't care. He picked up the spoon and started eating tofu pudding.

On his shoulder, little Qingxin took a bite of a peach, chewed it, and swallowed it. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Zhiming, you could just pretend to be a monk, but why did you deliberately wear such tattered clothes?"

Xia Zhiming casually plucked off a green sprout from the wooden table and replied with a smile, "You said I don't understand Buddhism, so I can only follow my impression of what a great monk looks like."

An old man at the table heard this and quickly interrupted, "Master, don't be so modest. If you don't understand Buddhism, who does? You cured my old cold legs!"

"And my stomach hurts."

"My son has the same eye disease. The Zen master is a living Buddha."

At the table, the guests talked a lot and directly gave them the title of living Buddha.

Hearing what everyone said, Xia Zhiming looked at the half-eaten peach in Xiao Xiaoqing's arms with some surprise, and shook his head with some amusement.

If you eat the peach in the girl's hand, you will live forever. Although people around her can't eat it, it's still okay to get a taste of the immortal energy. If you smell the scent, your illness will naturally be cured.

Xiao Qingxin naturally knew the reason. Listening to the compliments and discussions of the people around the table, some of them even praising them as the reincarnation of Bodhi and the arrival of Buddha, she thought about it and took another bite of the peach and chewed it.

Just as Xia Zhiming had told her before, a god who could show his power was a good god, and one who could cure illness was naturally a true Buddha - although her method of curing illness was a little difficult.

Seeing her like this, Xia Zhiming reached out and poked her bulging cheeks. Just as he was about to make a teasing remark, he heard two energetic hawking voices in the distance.

"Selling robes! Selling robes and staffs!"

"The cassock is five thousand taels! The staff is two thousand taels!"

coming!

Hearing the hawking, Xia Zhiming suddenly laughed, and snapped his fingers casually. In a flash, his figure turned into a haggard, brown, dirty and sloppy appearance, and Xiao Qingxin gradually disappeared from the sight of the people around him.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Xia Zhiming stretched out his blackened hand, picked up the bowl and drank the tofu pudding in one gulp. He burped again and then looked up in the direction of the hawking voice, and saw -

On the street, Guanyin Bodhisattva transformed into an old monk in green robes and hawked goods along the street with Mu Zha.

In their hands:

Holding a bright and colorful cassock.

Holding a nine-ring staff that gleamed with golden light.

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After confirming the identity of the blue-robed monk, Xia Zhiming's sallow face lit up with a smile. He casually placed a copper coin down and said to the others, "Monk, I'll go first."

On his shoulder, Xiao Qingxin saw that he was deliberately acting so sloppy, and tilted her head in confusion, but then she said nothing, kicking her feet and eating the peaches by herself - she didn't care.

Seeing his slovenly appearance, people around him pointed at the black handprint on the bowl and said jokingly, "Master, you have made the store's bowl dirty. Shouldn't you buy it?"

Xia Zhiming pulled out a broken fan from his pocket and waved it. He picked up the dirty bowl on the table with one hand, tilted his head and asked with a smile: "How about I take it to the river to wash it and then return it?"

The stall owner was immediately embarrassed when he heard this. He didn't care that he was dirty. He stepped forward, grabbed his wrist and took the bowl away, shaking his head and saying, "It needs to be washed anyway. Don't bother. Master, remember to come back another day."

Xia Zhiming tapped the stall owner's greasy palms with the handle of his fan and said with a smile, "Remember to wash your hands, too."

After saying that, Xia Zhiming walked out of the stall leisurely without waiting for the stall owner to reply.

When the guests saw him walking away, they began to discuss the illusion he had just performed in a noisy manner, and marveled that there really was such magical magic that could be seen with the naked eye.

Seeing that everyone's attention was not on him, the stall owner wiped the oil off his hands and was about to scoop out a bowl of tofu pudding.

However, recalling Xia Zhiming's instructions just now, the stall owner hesitated for a moment, and after thinking about it, he went to the basin, poured some soapnut water on his hands, and rubbed the greasy handprints.

And at this time——

Dong! A peach pit fell into the basin.

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the other side--

Looking at the peach in her hand, the core of which had been bitten off by Xia Zhiming, Xiao Xiao Qingxin looked up and asked in confusion: "Zhiming, what are you playing at again?"

Xia Zhiming pointed at the pair of blue-robed monks selling cassocks in the distance and said with a smile, "Be good, don't say anything yet. I'll go try to buy that thing."

"Oh~" Xiao Qingxin nodded obediently.

Seeing her agree, Xia Zhiming shook the broken fan in his hand with satisfaction and hummed happily: "My shoes are broken, my hat is broken, and my robes are broken~"

The crowd around heard the sound and sang: "You laugh at me, he laughs at me, a fan breaks, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha~"

In the distance, an old monk in green robes and his apprentice heard the Buddhist songs and looked up in surprise. They saw a crazy monk with disheveled hair and a dirty face chanting Buddhist music with the people, and the sound could be heard for miles.

Seeing this, the old monk's eyes lit up. He led his disciples forward, holding the cassock on a plate and shouting, "Cassock for sale! Cassock and staff for sale! Anyone who can recognize this treasure will get nothing! Anyone who doesn't recognize this treasure will not sell it for a high price!"

Xia Zhiming looked at the master and disciple in front of him, glanced at the brocade cassock, and saw——

The ice silkworm spins silk and the skilled craftsman works hard.

The fairies weave and the goddess looms.

It is inlaid with wish-fulfilling beads, Mani beads, dust-repelling beads and wind-calming beads.

Inlaid with red agate, purple coral, night pearls and relics.

After looking at the robe, Xia Zhiming smiled and asked: "Master, your precious robe doesn't cost money, why don't you let me, a monk, change my clothes?"

The old monk in green robes asked with a smile: "I will not charge a penny to anyone who can identify my treasure. Do you recognize it?"

"I know, I know."

Xia Zhiming stretched out his greasy hands, grabbed the brocade robes and casually put them on, saying with a smile to the others, "Monk, I have a new dress. Does it look good?"

People around him heard the sound and looked over. Seeing that his shoes and hat were torn, but he was only wearing a jeweled robe, they couldn't help but say with joy: "Master, you don't look like a great monk."

"It's reasonable and reasonable."

Xia Zhiming turned around on the spot, turning the brocade cassock back into its original tattered cassock, and asked again: "Do you look like a high monk now?"

Everyone applauded and said, "It's very much like him, very much like him."

Across from him, the old monk in green robes looked at the crazy monk who was freely displaying his magical powers and having fun with the people. He nodded with satisfaction and asked with a smile: "Monk, since you say you can recognize my treasure, do you know the benefits of my treasure?"

"Nature knows."

Xia Zhiming returned the brocade robe to its original state and, pointing at the jewels on it, said with a smile, "This single bead can fetch a considerable sum of silver, enough to buy a monk like me several full meals."

When the old monk heard this, he thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "If you can't tell me the benefits of my treasure, you must give me five thousand taels of silver."

Xia Zhiming was instantly delighted when he heard this. Under the old monk's puzzled gaze, he waved his broken fan in his palm, shaking his head and chanting: "Om, Mani Padme Hum."

Ding! — Gold ingots appear.

Seeing this, the onlookers were suddenly in an uproar.

Mu Zha also widened his eyes in shock. He was a very discerning person, so how could he not recognize this real magical power of creation?

Noticing his expression, Xia Zhiming wrapped himself in his brocade robes and jokingly said, "I've already paid you, so how much do you want to sell the Nine-ringed Staff in your hand?"

Hearing this, Mu Zha quickly took a step back, protecting the staff in his hand, and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "I won't sell it! I won't sell it!"

Next to her, Guanyin Bodhisattva was unaware that someone was making trouble. With a thought, she knew the past and the future, and she raised her orchid finger to smash the illusion in front of her.

Looking at Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin who appeared before him, the Bodhisattva raised his hand and tapped his forehead, chuckling, "You little snake, what do you want with my cassock?"

Xia Zhiming took a step back and said, "I just think five thousand taels is quite cheap. If I buy it and open it, I'll make a lot of money just for the beads."

Guanyin Bodhisattva asked with a smile: "You have taken this brocade cassock of mine, but you are going to the West to obtain the scriptures. Do you want to go?"

Xia Zhiming looked up immediately upon hearing this and asked tentatively, "Then...is it a deal?"

"You, don't make trouble."

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled and shook her head, raised her hand to take back the cassock he was wearing, wiped off the dirty handprints on it, put it away, called Mu Zha, and turned to leave together.

If Xia Zhiming were allowed to travel west with the pilgrims.

Not to mention anything else, his magical powers alone can make the journey to obtain the scriptures like a pleasure. How can he travel through thousands of mountains and rivers?