[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 16 Untitled

Although Xuanzang enthusiastically invited Wukong to taste his roasted rabbit meat, Wukong refused to eat roasted rabbit meat, saying that monks and monks were not allowed to eat meat.

Xuanzang felt a headache for Wukong's dead brain.

"Wukong, why do you bother with these rigid things? What's the matter with eating a bite of meat? Rabbit meat is meat, but wild vegetable meat is not meat? Don't you look up to animals but don't regard plants as living beings? Since eating plants When eating animals, why do you have to feel guilty and awkward when eating animals?" Xuanzang said helplessly.

Of course Wukong can’t talk to him, but Wukong also has his own way, no matter what Xuanzang says, no matter how reasonable or difficult Xuanzang’s words are, anyway, if you don’t eat, you don’t eat.

"Master, don't force me. You're willing to let yourself down... Forget it, you still have to drag me. I said I won't eat it, but I just won't eat it." Wukong turned his head to one side, dodging Xuanzang's rabbit meat attack.

"Oh, Wukong. Seeing that you are so thin, it hurts so much for Master! You still refuse to eat some meat, what should Master do? Do you feel so distressed?" Xuanzang wanted to cry.

But Wukong thought in his heart: It's upside down, everything is upside down.Back then, Master struggled with Buddhist precepts. I was not allowed to do this, I was not allowed to do that, I was not allowed to get angry, I was not allowed to swear at people, and I was not allowed to step on an ant to death. Even I killed demons to save his life He will blame me too, and if he kills a few robbers, he will sever ties with me.Now it's fine, let alone eating meat, the rabbit might have died miserably.

Wukong doesn't believe that there is such a saying that a silly rabbit crashed to death on a tree stump, isn't it just to cover up the blood on his hands?

Wukong disapproved of Xuanzang's behavior in his heart. A monk should abide by the rules of a monk. Xuanzang taught him the same way. After becoming a Buddha for so many years, no matter whether their masters and apprentices are unfamiliar or not, he always remembers and abides by them. .As a result, Xuanzang violated the ban first.

But the master is above all, Xuanzang, who was the master back then, can take care of him, but he, the apprentice, can't take care of the master.I can only hold back the discomfort in my heart.

Ren Xuanzang was out of words, Wukong also stood firm and stood still, Xuanzang had no choice but to take the remaining half of the rabbit into his belly.He opened his mouth slightly, showing his neat little white teeth, and then ate the rabbit in his hand at a dizzying speed.

After eating the meat of the rabbit, Xuanzang held the skeleton of the rabbit that had been picked clean, and smiled at Wukong in embarrassment: "I'm sorry for my teacher."

Wukong: Master, you just tried to persuade me to be polite...

"Amitabha, the benefactor of the rabbit, thank you for filling the poor monk's stomach. Finally, he died a worthy death, and the trip to the world is not in vain. The poor monk will put your bones in a safe place, and I wish you early bliss." Xuanzang carried the rabbit skeleton Seriously.The corner of Wukong's mouth twitched as he watched from the side.

Then he saw Xuanzang dug a hole and buried the rabbit skeleton in it.

After burying the rabbit, Xuanzang got up and went to the side to pick up the toon and wild vegetables that Wukong had dropped on the ground, carefully patted off the ashes on them, then wrapped them in his monk's robes, and took two pots to the stream covered by bushes go.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Wukong shouted behind him in a muffled voice.

"This is because I did not do well for my teacher. I have already filled my stomach, Wukong, but you are still hungry. I will stir-fry wild vegetables and Chinese toon for you." Xuanzang said, disappearing into the bushes .

Wukong stood in the same spot for a while, and finally walked to the small earthen bag that Xuanzang set up for the rabbit with resentment on his face: "I said that I would put his bones in a good place and wish him an early bliss, but he didn't even give him the curse of death." read……"

Wukong squatted in front of the little soil bag and whispered a rebirth mantra to the rabbit.

It's not that Wukong cares much about a rabbit. In fact, as long as he doesn't kill, he doesn't have any other feelings except a little uncomfortable.A rabbit was still killed by his master, so if you kill it, just kill it.He is not so obsessed with sending every living being to the bliss.It's just that Xuanzang ate someone's rabbit and made a promise to help it reach bliss early.

Among these wild beasts, those who died innocently are the most likely to be satisfied but also the most prone to paranoia. Originally, a rabbit's wronged soul is not very big, and it will dissipate after a while if it has no wisdom. Xuanzang promised to help it get up early. The promise of bliss is easy to make it obsessed.What chance does a rabbit have to achieve bliss, but Xuanzang does have such an ability, and when such a great event happens, the remnant soul of the rabbit will definitely entangle Xuanzang and refuse to leave.Although the presence of Wukong can't do any harm to Xuanzang, but this is a cause and effect.

Karma debt is the hardest to avoid.I remember that in the previous life they forgot to ask the Buddha a word for the old tortoise that reached the sky.

Wukong didn't want to leave any hidden worries, so he condescended to recite a mantra for the little rabbit.

"If you can get a rebirth mantra from the Buddha, you are worth bragging when you get to the underworld." Wukong looked at the small white mist invisible to ordinary people and made a few wild bows to him, and then slowly went up into the sky.

After Wukong recited a short rebirth mantra, Xuanzang also came back from washing the vegetables.

Early spring arrived, and the stream in the mountains thawed out. Xuanzang washed the vegetables and the oil in his mouth along the way, and finally came back refreshed.

"Wukong, light a fire." Xuanzang piled up a pile of firewood.The fire where he roasted the rabbit had been destroyed by himself with dirt, and now he had to start the fire again.

"Isn't there a flint and steel?" Wukong reluctantly walked over.

"The flint and steel is too troublesome, how fast you can use spells!" Xuanzang said with a natural expression.

You didn't think so in your previous life, and you still think that my use of magic to make fire is a blasphemy to the Buddha.Wukong complained in his heart, and snapped his fingers at the firewood on the ground, "Boom—" the fire ignited with a click.

Xuanzang took the pot, poured half a pot of water into it, and began to chop the wild onions he picked by the stream, while still having time to say to Wukong: "Wukong, I'm not talking about you for my teacher, your thinking should not be too narrow. Why do we have to work so hard when we can have a more convenient way of life? Should our time be wasted in these small places? No, we should spend all our time on the great cause of saving sentient beings. We use spells very well Well, why use flint and steel?"

Wukong squatted aside and watched him handle the dishes, but he sighed in his heart: What a coincidence, this set of words is exactly what I told you.

"Master," he said, "I have a question I've been meaning to ask for a long time."

"You ask. You should have asked a long time ago. Why are you holding back? Is there anything I can't tell you as a teacher?" Xuanzang quickly washed all the wild vegetables and toons he had washed, scooped them up and put them in a wide-mouthed clay bowl. Then he turned around and pouted his buttocks to rummage through his luggage for his precious seasoning.

"Sesame oil, sesame oil, wood pulp seed oil, sesame oil... Oh, Wukong, where is the little jar I used to put the pickled peppers in?"

"In that black cloth bag, I was afraid that it would leak acid water, so I wrapped it up." Wukong tilted his head and waited for Xuanzang to find his pepper, then he cleared his throat and raised his brow seriously. : "Master, what did you do before you came to learn scriptures?"

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Broken thoughts:

This article has been driven to the point of no return by my appetite...

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