Chapter 14 Evil comes with evil, the terrified black bear spirit
The night is long, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
In the Guanyin Temple, the monks, under the command of Elder Jinchi, piled firewood outside the Zen room where Tang Sen lived and sprinkled it with kerosene.
Elder Jinchi held up the torch and looked at the monastery, as if looking at the incomparable cassock. He held the flame in his hand and his eyes were ignited with flames.
He turned around and looked at the monks standing neatly behind him.
"Today, thank you for your service. I, Jinchi, will not treat you badly. I only want one cassock! After this is done, you can share the cassocks in my room."
Elder Jinchi generously promised a large reward.
When you have Jinlan cassock, why do you need that pile of rags? It’s an eyesore!
Everyone present listened with excitement. They knew how many exquisite cassocks the abbot had collected over the years. Each piece was extremely precious. Normally, no one would touch it. Now they were all given out.
Although I still feel a little guilty for the Tang monk who died in vain, it doesn't matter anymore!
If you want to blame him, just blame him for "poor people walk in dark alleys with their treasures". If they don't reveal their wealth, they deserve to be robbed.
Thinking of this, the trace of guilt in my heart disappeared, leaving only the ecstasy of getting a huge fortune.
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On the attic of the Zen room, the three Tang Sens witnessed everything that happened downstairs.
Sun Wukong was so angry that he went downstairs with a stick and beat these vicious and daring mortals to death.
Xiao Bailong was also furious. How could there be such a hateful person? He was so cruel. He dared to kill people and set fires for a little money, and to kill people for money. This was unimaginable to him.
Tang Sen raised his hand to stop Sun Wukong.
"You monkey, you are always so impatient. My teacher told you that fighting and killing will not solve the problem." There was something in his tone.
I hate that iron cannot become steel.
Wukong put away the stick and temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart. He had to listen to his master's words.
"Can't we just let them burn to death?" Sun Wukong's tone was quite irritable.
"Wukong! Don't let anger cover your eyes!" Tang Sen frowned and reprimanded loudly.
It's not that I blame Sun Wukong for wanting to kill people, it's that I hate that he only uses a stick to hit and kill when trouble comes, and doesn't use his mind. It's pure reckless behavior. Just like this, sooner or later, someone will plot him to death.
Seeing that Tang Sen was really angry, Sun Wukong suddenly came to his senses.
"Senior brother, don't be impulsive. I think Master has a better way." Xiao Bailong was also advising from the side.
"My disciple knows his mistake. Master, don't be angry." Very simply, Sun Wukong admitted his mistake directly.
There is no shame in admitting your mistakes in front of your master.
"When something happens, use your brain and think about the consequences. Don't just pick up a stick and fight with others. You have to control your temper."
Tang Sen looked at Sun Wukong who bowed his head and admitted his mistake with a slightly reproachful tone.
Fortunately, I can still admit my mistakes and listen to what I say.
Turning his head, he looked at Xiao Bailong.
"Xiao Bai, can you summon rain?"
Xiaobailong:???
Xiaobai? What a bad name is this!
"Master, my name is Ao Lie."
"Okay Xiaobai, I understand, Xiaobai."
Seeing that the name could not be changed, Xiao Bailong sighed helplessly.
Tired, destroy it.
"Master, calling wind and rain, moving clouds and spreading mist, these are the innate magical powers of our dragon clan, so naturally I can do it."
"That's good, let's wait and watch the show."
Sun Wukong and Xiao Bailong looked at the mysterious master and couldn't help but look at each other.
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Below, Elder Jinchi threw the torch in his hand into the firewood soaked in kerosene.
"Boom." Dry firewood mixed with kerosene will ignite at the touch of a touch.
I saw the fire getting stronger and stronger, thick smoke billowing up, and the fire snake gradually spreading to the attic of the Zen room.
Elder Jinchi smiled happily, the monks laughed happily, and Guangzhi smiled happily.
On the attic, Tang Sen also smiled happily.
It is your own fault and you will not live!
Soon, the monks downstairs stopped laughing.
They saw that the meditation room was intact in the fire, but the fire was spreading towards them.
At this time, a strong wind blew, and the fire became more and more intense. The monks fled in a hurry in the fire, but they seemed to be trapped. They could only escape within a radius of dozens of meters, but they could not get out at all.
"Help! Help! It's gone, it's gone."
Some people were crying, some were calling for help, some collapsed, and before they died, some people remembered the conflicts that had happened with their classmates before, and pushed the people into the flames to take revenge.
His true colors are revealed and he is full of ugliness.
Elder Jinchi, on the other hand, seemed to have become a different person at this time, sitting where he was without crying or shouting, with a smile on his face, and allowed himself to be devoured by the flames.
Seeing the miserable situation downstairs, Xiao Bailong couldn't bear it and wanted to plead for mercy.
Tang Sen was unmoved at all.
"Those who kill will always be killed."
Xiao Bailong still couldn't say anything, only a long and long sigh.
Sun Wukong seemed to have some enlightenment.
Just a few damn bad guys, just kill them. Thinking about how many people, immortals and monsters I killed when I roared at Huaguo Mountain, what Master said is quite mysterious.
The fire that soared into the sky continued to burn, and the wind blew stronger and stronger until it filled all the space below.
Everyone in the circle has nowhere to escape and can only be buried in a sea of fire.
The wailing gradually decreased, and slowly, the fire swallowed up the last person, and the lower part of the attic became completely silent.
There is only the sound of "cracking" flames burning.
Seeing that everyone was perished in the sea of fire, Sun Wukong withdrew the spell that was blessed on the attic of the Zen room, and also withdrew the "painted ground as a prison" below.
If the stone is turned into gold, the attic will not be afraid of fire. The ground will be a prison, and the monks will not be able to escape.
None of the three people noticed that the moment Wukong put away his magical power, a black energy quietly escaped from the edge and went straight to the west.
The magic formula held in Xiao Bailong's hand changed, and the strong wind slowly subsided, but more and more dark clouds gathered in the sky.
After a while, heavy rain poured down.
Extinguishing the burning flame seemed to also extinguish the burning greed in the hearts of the monks buried in the sea of fire.
When all the fires were extinguished, the sky gradually turned white, and the night passed before I knew it.
The dark night buries all sins, and the heavy rain washes away all filth without leaving any trace.
A new day, under the sunshine, the world is still beautiful.
Other uninformed monks in the Zen monastery slowly gathered in front of the attic and started talking about it.
Nothing more than a fire in the Zen monastery last night, which unfortunately killed the abbot and several disciples.
What the monks were curious about was that the fire last night did not spread throughout the courtyard. The fire was always controlled within a certain area. Moreover, in the flames, the Buddhist temple in front of them was not damaged at all.
Like, a miracle.
When Tang Sen saw everyone gathered, he jumped down from the window, and the two people behind him hurriedly followed.
Magic power surges under your feet, you step in the air, and lotuses grow at every step.
Wearing a golden cassock and stepping on golden lotus, a rainbow quietly appeared behind her after the rain.
Tang Sen in the background seems to be a banished immortal to the mortal world, and a true Buddha has come to the world.
The monks below had never seen such a person before. Thinking of the miracle last night, they all fell to their knees and shouted "True Buddha".
"Amitabha, Elder Jinchi unfortunately passed away last night. The poor monk is deeply saddened. I hope you all can express your condolences."
Elder Jinchi's conspiracy has not been spread, and Tang Sen is too lazy to care about it. He can only say that Elder Jinchi's fate is like this.
If he could restrain his greed and refrain from killing and robbing, he would not have suffered such a disaster.
As long as you have a little compassion and prepare some water to put out the fire, you won't end up in a sea of flames and be helpless.
It can only be said that destiny is like this. Journey to the West is a calamity. Even Tang Sen's calamity is the calamity of all living beings. No one can escape.
The chief culprit is dead. We, the Buddha, are merciful. Tang Sen does not want to pursue the matter any further. This matter should end here.
Everyone knows that the fire last night may not be that simple, but with the "true Buddha" in front, no matter how many doubts there are in their hearts, they can only be suppressed temporarily.
Instead, the abbot and several important disciples in the monastery died, vacating their positions, the power structure collapsed, and the forces of Guanyin monastery were reshuffled. The leading monks looked at each other a few times, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger.
Only the young novice monks seemed oblivious to the smell of gunpowder present and still fell to their knees, crying, still grieving over the abbot's death.
Tang Sen ignored the eager people present and walked straight to the southeast mountain with Sun Wukong and Little White Dragon.
He did not forget that there is a black bear spirit in the Black Wind Mountain to the southeast of Guanyin Temple.
It depends on whether he recognizes it or not. The taste of barbecued bear paws last time can still be remembered by Tang Sen to this day.
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The black bear spirit is very annoying now, very annoying.
Last night I saw a raging fire in Guanyin Temple. I thought there was a partner there, so I wanted to go and rescue him.
Yes, partner.
Here, Elder Jinchi used the Guanyin Temple to attract Buddhist worshipers, and then told the neighbor who came down the mountain when and which way they took.
The black bear spirits did dirty things, killing people and grabbing treasures. This is how the hundreds or thousands of cassocks in Elder Jinchi's room came from.
In exchange, Elder Jinchi would give sermons to Black Bear Spirit every once in a while.
But this was done quite covertly and very cleanly, and occasionally some people would be let go.
So, no one has discovered it until now.
But after a while, a strong wind blew up, and the wind was very strange. The black bear spirit was very aware, and he was afraid that Elder Jinchi had offended some important person.
He also gave up the idea of rescuing him. After all, it was just a casual acquaintance. Although he had cooperated well several times, he was only a mortal after all. It was not worthwhile to offend the immortal for him!
Just watching a show on the cliff.
Afterwards, heavy rain poured down, and the black bear spirit was so frightened that he quickly hid in the cave.
Calling for wind and rain, this is calling for wind and rain! Who is this great power casting a spell? This kind of spell is not something that ordinary fairies can cast.
Although the cave door is tightly closed, there is still a sense of impending disaster, and there is no way to avoid it or escape.
Lying on the bed in the cave, I couldn't sleep, but I missed my two "brothers".
Fortunately, tomorrow is my birthday.
Nothing happened all night.
The next day, at dawn, the black bear spirit with two big panda eyes sent his little demon to invite his two brothers to come to the banquet.