What would be the story of the three students in the Western Travel if they were all inspired by the monks?
The monk had only a thunderstorm, and had come to say that he was too heavy and full of blood, and that he was allowed to bring back the true Book, but that he was going to go back and suffer.
On the west coast, a small fishing village.
Several of the children were playing, and then a monk came from a faraway court. The monk, wearing a black scepter, with a white beard and a wrinkled layer folding over his face. It is clear that he is old and has only eyes and warmth, so that he may not have a feeling of affection.
“A few of your masters, but your village has announced that the sea demons are sneaking up and inviting the monks to fight the demons?” “The old monk stood firm and put his staff gently on the ground, and said:
For the first big fat boy to look up and down at the old monks, “We’re right.” But the sea monster is so white, your beard is so white, you can’t even take a fist. I’m sorry.
The old monk smiled: “Be careful, when the poor monk is old, there are still a few things to do to bring down the demon.” I’m sorry.
And a skinny child standing on his cheeks, leaning in his eyes, said, “Look, he’s a liar! Tell me, what demon have you sent down and what have you removed? I’m sorry.
Have you sent down any demons?
Among the old monks was the recollection of God, the sea wind was blowing wide and hunting, and the sun on the sea was shining in his eyes, like the river of heaven many years ago.
“The saints of the world, the old monks, will cross a few hands. I’ve never lost. “The old monk looked away and said,
A couple of kids can’t hear, and after a while, the skinny kid starts laughing: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha, a mad monk — you’ll be a demon in the world and never lose.” You think you are Sun, Gon, Kung,
The sound of the children’s laughs was ringing, and each one of them fell down, saying that the old monk was crazy. Only a white child stood still and looked seriously at the old monk. When I heard the word Sun Goku, I looked at it as though it were a sign of regret and as if it were a recollection of God.
“Hai-soo, what’s wrong with you? “The skinny boy came up and said, “It’s weird.”
“No, I think he looks familiar, and seems to have seen the usual…” “The white young man known as Haiyan is hesitant.
“The night fork is coming, the night fork is coming!” “A monster with a ghost person leaps out of the vortex, with a green skin, a fish-like fin prick on his arm, a long cry, and a loud, brutal and deadly sound.
Several of the children were seen running around, and the night fork was turned around, turning their heads, turning into a shadow, rushing towards the seaside. The seagull could not escape, and a stench fell on the ground, and the stench of the sharp claws of the night fork almost suffocated him, at which point a golden sting stood in front of him.
“Who? “The night’s fork is like a thunderbolt, stunned, leaping two steps behind and angry.
He raised his head and saw the old monk standing in front of him. “When did the night fork in the West Sea hurt at will?” Where is the Dragon King?”
“What dragon king?” “I only recognize the Nine Dragons! I’m sorry.
In the long laughter, the night fork claws came back, and the old monk whispered a Buddha’s sign, and the five fingers of the night fork just touched the old monk’s body and turned into a black smoke. The night fork stinged, shrunk back and strangled the old monk up and down, and suddenly he said, “It’s you! I’m sorry.
“The Master finally remembered. Old Monk, “Sixty years ago, there was a meeting between the Lord and the poor Monk in Beboting. I’m sorry.
The face of the nightfork is like a ghost.
The children looked up and watched the night fork, which was like a ghost, panic and panic, and the ugly five twisted to almost deformed, took their way, and a scoundrel slammed into the sea and never showed up again.
When they look at old monks again, they already have a few incredible colors in their eyes.
“I know who you are! “You are, you are Don Sanzo! I’m sorry.
“You mean Tang San is here? I’m sorry.
“Your Majesty, the little one will recognize him as ashes! In Beibo Park, he was the one who, with the iron bar in his hand, went straight to the Dragon Palace, filled the house with the house of the King of the Holy Land… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
“The King forgives, the King forgives, the Monk is too gruesome to speak out, damn it! I’m sorry.
“Huh, Monk, you’ve got the ability to compete with the Buddha in mortals. I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes. I’m sorry.
“I don’t believe it. The monk is so evil.” It’s ridiculous that I’m afraid of a community of demons. I’m sorry.
“It’s not up to me. Sixty years back, the great saints of demons didn’t believe the monks were so capable. What happened?”
“What’s the result?”
“Ask the old white cow with the eyes of the North Sea, ask about the golden-winged pontoon, and ask about the unicorn of the 33rd Lord of Heaven… They didn’t believe it, but where are they now? I’m sorry.
The sound was so thick, it didn’t talk. And the king laughed, saying, “Do not believe, and fork. You were watching me and the monk when I fought.” I’m sorry.
“Your Majesty, the night fork is in. I’m sorry.
“What did you see? I’m sorry.
“Yes. The monk, who had been tricked into the Dragon’s Palace, was pure and clean, and had a good eye, and had been caught, he had nothing to do with it, but he had a curse. I asked him if he was afraid, but he laughed and said that he was fine and that his brother would come to save him, and I asked him who his brother was, and he stopped talking until we had the steam cage ready to strip and wash, and suddenly the monk’s eyes changed. I’m sorry.
The sound of the fork shivering a little, and every night for 60 years, when he closes his eyes, he looks at those eyes that are burning like fire, and there is a golden light in the pupils, and the monk earns a rope, with the black and unobserved staff, which appears to be passing on the scepter.
“Has the monk changed? I’m sorry.
Transformation?
No, not a transformation.
He seems to have become another soul, an invincible man, a soul that fights with fear and courage.
Pick me up! A monk! I’m sorry.
It’s the night, Bebo’s fall.
King of Dragons, dead; Dragon Dragons, dead; Dragon Palace, burned.
“If I didn’t have a little connection with the Jiro Kosuke of Jijiguchi, I asked him to come down and let me live and now I don’t have a chance to sit here. I’m sorry.
The first sun rises from the surface of the sea, dispersing the darkness of the Dragon Palace. On the throne of the coral jewels, the king of the nine dragons, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king, the king One of the scars on the right side was so great that seven were left.
The village people surrounded the old village chief ‘ s house on three floors. The water was out of control, and they wanted to see his face.
“We had no idea that a little sign would be able to get the holy monk’s toe, and our village was so full of plumbs and plumbs…” But the village chief, after seven months of age, was so excited to be a child who saw idols, pulled Tang’s hand and talked. I’m not so impatient.
The village chief finally asked the point.
“…the monks, your three disciples, have come together? I’m sorry.
“No.” I’m sorry.
“Huh? “The people of the village are facing each other, and they are silent. It is well known to the world that the great disciples of the monks of the Three Monks, the Great Holy Sunshine Goku of Zizen, the second disciple, the Field Marshal of Tianbong, and the third disciple, the Great Commander of the Bands, were among those who cut off the demons and escorted him to the West to acquire the true Book. But if these three aren’t here, one monk alone…
Then he said: “Grandpa, what are you afraid of? Grandfather Tang is a Buddha!” Of course I’m not talking about a few demons! I’m sorry.
“Oh, yes, yes!” People think of that, so they look at each other. After learning the scriptures, four of the students entered the country and became equals. Otherwise, why are you here alone?
The monks are still smiling, and they are just a little sad in their eyes.
“Didn’t the monk become Buddha? If you’re going to sit on the Lian table, why do you care? I’m sorry.
The king of the Nine Dragons whispered his eyebrows in a strange tremor, with the undisguised tone of “Sung Buddha.” You really think this bloody guy would want him if he came? I’m sorry.
The Chief of the village took care of one of the brightest houses in the west of the village and gave Don San a rest.
The three Tibetans are not allowed to do so, except to find shelter by the seaside.
The people of the village had no choice but to bring their rice and vegetables to them daily, and it was not clear whether the demons had feared the Monk’s name, that for six months the weather had gone on, and that the sea was as calm as a mirror, and the villagers had fished for crabs and returned without displeasure. Encouraged by the overall discussion, the monks were given a golden body on the coast, waiting for the monks to leave to worship day and day and to keep their villages safe and secure.
Hae-il is the happiest person.
Since his arrival, he has come to the temple every day to tell him the story of his western journey. At first, the parents feared that he would disturb the monks and cast him out, and then the parents showed up in person. It was only with gratitude that the children of Hae-il were sent here to hear the message.
“Sensei, the Red Child doesn’t look like the Bull Demon, is it true he’s real? I’m sorry.
“Yes. Don’t listen to them. When I was caught by the red child, he sent the little demons to bring him to eat at night and at night, to meet the father and the son, to stand up and serve him with his hands, and to teach a few more humble points than most mortals. I’m sorry.
“Is that Sea Dragon and North Sea Dragon the same? I’m sorry.
“Why the same person? Dragon King and Shun Long King are brothers. I’m sorry.
“How is it that the Kings of the West and the North Seas are all stolen? I’m sorry.
“Well, I think it’s a blackmail, right? I’m sorry.
“How good is Sun Wukong to fight? Is he good at fighting in groups or not? I’m sorry.
“Who told you all this? I’m sorry.
“Sometimes ago, there was a man in the village who said, “What is the name of the North Mountain?” Sun Wukong is a horde of conspiracies. I’m sorry.
“This is bullshit. I’m sorry.
There’s nothing left to do, and there’s been some trick from the seagull.
“Do you learn martial arts too? I’m sorry.
“Of course, on the west road, I’m an ordinary monk, and if I don’t master martial arts, I’ll be robbed by the powerful. I’m sorry.
“Didn’t Sun Wukong protect you? I’m sorry.
Tang-san laughed, touched the head of the seagull, looked into his eyes and said, “The Buddha ferried.” Whenever you can save yourself, you can help yourself. I’m sorry.
“How can I, even if I have learned martial arts, beat the mighty devils?” I’m sorry.
“The power is only one mind. So long as your soul is strong enough to cooperate in your martial arts, you will not fear any enemy. I’m sorry.
The blood smell spreads.
The monks woke up from their sit-ins, changed their faces and walked out with a cane, and the fire in the village rose.
And in his sight was a flash of rage, and he filled his staff, and fled.
The bodies were lying on the ground, the blood was flowing, the house was burning, the fire was burning in the night sky and the light was shining. The King of Nine Dragons stood by his side, standing at the village’s entrance, watching Tang Sanzo in cold.
“You’re old after all. He laughed, “I am a demon who lives a thousand years, but you are a common human, who is already half a foot in a coffin.” I’m sorry.
The monk didn’t speak.
He’s right, he’ll be alert if he backs 60 years, as soon as the sea demons land. But today he is awakened from his rest only by the flames and the bloodslids that are insulated.
“You burned the village today in violation of the law, and if you knew it, Yangjiro would be the first to come after you, in exchange for your escape.” I’m sorry.
“Even if I escape, who says? “You ask them, who doesn’t know that I was wounded by Sun Goku and Yang’s hands and taken off? Who’s gonna let me go?”
“We know the truth in our hearts. Why are you acting again?”
“All right, one is right, one knows it. What do you want? I’m sorry.
“The pitiful monks will not take you back to the sea.” I’m sorry.
When the Tong Monks cane is swinging, the white beards dance with the wind. And the moon, and the sea, and the demons were seized by him, so that no one could say a word.
“So handsome, so deadly. I’m sorry.
The nine-headed worms were clapping, step by step, in front of the monk.
“Come on, fight here. He stares at the monks and shouts, “Do you dare to do it?” Have you forgotten you’re lying on the ground like a dog in the West Tian Lei Temple? I’m sorry.
Sixty years ago, on North polar island.
The golden-winged peng sculptor squirted his glass, grabbed half of his body in his left hand, bled in blood, and bit him hard: “It’s as if you’re free to be trapped by the old thief on the Mountain of Spirits. I’m sorry.
“What’s so comfortable? Just a dog who dies. The HYDRA hates hate, “That’s what’s really comfortable in Beibo. I’m sorry.
“Don’t say it. Do you know what my only joy has been? I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“The monk has finally gone to the Temple of Thunder!” I’m sorry.
The face of the nine-headed bug is even worse: “You and I are his losers, eating wine today, what is he doing?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God! And I say unto you, upon the house of the great male of the day, the monk of the Tang worships, seeking the true Book, an ultimatum of the customs, and details the journey. His face was calm, but I could see that he was a little excited, and he only said it was the end of it, and it was the end of it. I’m sorry.
The nine-headed worms were swayed: “Is it not? I’m sorry.
“Of course not. And when he is finished, if he comes to shake his head and says no, go back. I’m sorry.
“He was in the middle of the day and he asked why. You’re too heavy, you’re bloody, not me. The monks stopped talking, they just croaked their heads, they were red, they were red, and they asked if you were here to get rid of yourself or others. I’m sorry.
“The Monks of Tang are only for the sake of the people of Our Great Tang, and the three Tibetans shall suffer from the torment of their return, and they shall not be divided in a single complaint. I’m sorry.
“What do you think the old thief said? And he said, “Look at you in all sincerity and bring back the Book, but neither thou shalt be sanctified by the Qur’an nor in the Great Tang, so that thou mayest return in the midst of it, and the people may bear their suffering, and wash away from it all.” I’m sorry.
The nine-headed worm choked: “What does that mean when the monk takes it back, but he doesn’t have anything?” I’m sorry.
He’s been drinking a little bit, and he laughs, “The monk is a man.” Don’t say a word. I have studied in Tai Peng for a thousand years, and none of the gods Buddha has ever seen. If I say so, there is one in the three worlds, and there is one in the six worlds, and there is only the monk. I’m sorry.
HYDRA DIDN’T TALK.
He knows the matter of the golden-winged peng sculptor. In the world of demons, the peng may be called the devil, but for the sake of his presence the demons will most often take him as an alien, with respect in their mouths, and they will most often be marginalized. The plume is always depressed, and only the white and white elephants who are among the Buddha’s demons. When the battle of the camels was darkened, and the three sides were shocked, he and the monks fought with each other, almost destroying the country, forcing all the camels to come down and take him away.
The pelicans said nothing, but their hearts were filled with joy, a thousand years of depression, and they were all ablaze during that war. In his heart, I am afraid that the monks are more close than anyone else in the world, even though they are enemies.
“The Queen of Devereaux…”
“Fake. Isn’t there another fight against Buddha and Pure Mantle? A thousand miles, ten years of learning, only the monks alone. I’m sorry.
The monk sits down with his head down, and the scepter, “The Dynasty”, falls on the ground.
He looked up at the vermin, no, not the vermin. He raised his head, saw the angels Buddha and saw the West Tianbai Temple.
If you come to the Liang table, you can’t question the sound of mercy.
He wanted to become that angry soul, to sweep the house of the great male, but to look at him in the eyes, as if he had made a five-fingered mountain, he was held down.
He can only kneel, bow.
Every single head that bows, the brave, the fearless, the angry, the wild soul disappears.
He understood what it meant.
Kill the soul in exchange for a thousand scrolls of the Book, and pass on the middle land forever.
Since then, he has not returned to Grand Tang, nor has he remained in the West. He became a walking monk, a clothed shoe, a scepter, and experienced the frost and snow of the world and watched throughout the earth. He grew old day by day and was weak day by day, and in the depths of his mind there were still three lovely disciples with him: a naughty monkey, a lazy pig and a silent Shami. He was never alone, either in the smoke of the Gangnam or in the sand of the desert, and he walked alone, but he was content.
It’s three.
Then, by chance, he met the Zen master, who looked at himself and started to sigh at him. Will he not know? But even though the heavens and the earth are great, he doesn’t care. The Great Tang Young-hwa is not rare, so where is he not home, as long as the four students are together?
Think I’m greedy and won’t let go.
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He waved at the beach.
The Nine Worm wrinkled and looked back. He can’t really see what’s weird about this white, clean boy.
Seashells have red eyes, gnawed on their teeth and walked out of their group.
The nightfork tried to stop, but the nine-headed worm shook his head. He was also curious as to what can be done at this time.
Hae-il stood in front of the Three Hide.
“Where are your parents? I’m sorry.
The tears of the sea swarms could not help but shed, pointing far away, and the headless bodies on the ground piled up into hills, and their faces were not even clear.
“Poor child. Three whispers, “But you know, when I was a kid, I had no parents. I’m sorry.
Seagulls stare at him.
“My own name is Jiangyee, who came from the river as a child. The masters of the temple saved me and raised me.” And I was bullied by others because I was an orphan. So I whispered to myself that I was not like you; I was a child of God who was reborn, and I gave myself the name of a former life, Kim Jok-suk, a second disciple, who was given a great mission. I’m sorry.
The monks laughed silently: “Golden is my first soul, and I use it as a guide and a goal.” Then We created a second soul, the Sun Goku, a monkey, fatherless and motherless, bouncing out of a rock; he was insolent in the heavens, and he protected me from anyone. I’m sorry.
“And then there were eight rings, and he was lazy, and he was sarcasm, and he was silent, and he carried everything in silence…”
The eyes of the seagulls get bigger and bigger.
“And then later, I met Kazuo. He forbids my souls to appear again, and I bury them in my heart, only I can see them. Kim Shui-ko, Sun Wukong, Pig, Sandman, I walked with them, and finally, it’s time to separate.”
The monk took from his arms a tarpaulin bag, and solemnly unmasked it, showing a small, old head, which seemed to be iron-made and insensitive.
“Remember what I told you? As long as your soul is strong enough, no enemy will be feared. “He holds the hand of the sea-slingling, and puts his head on his head gently, and it is strange that the balance is not so bad as to seem customised.
“Go, I gave you Sun Wukong…”
There’s a bang in the head.
As if there was a mountain in front of him, and it was broken in pieces, and a shadow rose up in the sky, and screeched upon it, holding a golden truncheon in its hand, and crushing it and smitten it.
I don’t know when, his hand held Tang Monk’s staff.
Good luck, Master! I’m sorry.
The dark shadow squeaks, the sound of sorrows, the sound of stinging, and it seems to carry the unspoken anger.
HYDRA’s face has changed.
He saw the child’s eyes in a familiar flame and gold!
“Flame eyes, gold eyes, how can you–! I’m sorry.
The scepter fell like a young monk who was angry over Beibo Park 60 years ago. On his back, he had a dark, eight-headed voice of grief, and the last scene before him was the crystal dragon palace, where he was dressed in a red horse’s robe, twilight, a new bride’s twilight, an indiscretion, and a smile from the heart of his father-in-law, the King of the Holy Dragon.
“Repent that I shouldn’t have stolen the Rothson Shelly…”
End
Sealings buried the monks on the cliff by the sea.
He did not build a monument, but put his staff in front of the graves.
A group of children in the back were afraid to come forward and watched the seagull. “Do you want to leave?” I’m sorry.
“The village has been rebuilt, and it is time for me to leave.” I’m sorry.
“Where are you going?”
“Go wherever you need courage and strength. “To wake up their grandchildren.” I’m sorry.
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What would be the story of the three students in the Western Travel if they were all inspired by the monks? – Answer from Story Archives.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
