After picking up Bajie, the group continued westward.
After another dozen days of climbing over mountains and ridges, we finally saw a magnificent city ahead.
Looking from a distance, its prosperity once made Chen San mistakenly think that he had gone in the wrong direction and had returned to the Tang Dynasty.
But seeing that the surrounding vegetation was not the usual species in China, I felt a little relieved.
When Bajie saw the city, he was overjoyed and said, "Finally we don't have to sleep in the mountains tonight. Maybe we can have a good meal."
Chen San didn't say anything. After more than half a month of walking over mountains and ridges, he could hardly bear it anymore, let alone Zhu Bajie.
Thinking that they would be able to get a meal soon, the master and the disciples regained their energy and walked quickly into the city.
Black Chicken Country.
Seeing the three big characters on the city gate, Chen San finally continued the plot in his mind.
It was still early at this time, and the Wuji Kingdom was busy with business travelers on weekdays, so a few people entered the city gate without being blocked by the guards.
Zhu Bajie looked at the noisy market, unconsciously put his fingers in his mouth, and said awkwardly: "Master, there are so many shops, which one should we go to?"
Chen Sandao: "Monks are not vulgar, let's just find a temple to live in."
Sha Monk went to ask for directions and learned that there was a temple in the north of the city. Chen San straightened his appearance a little and walked north with a few people.
As we walked towards dusk, a group of magnificent and luxurious temples came into view.
That's right, it's a temple complex.
"It seems that the king here must be a person who worships Buddha, otherwise how could there be a temple of this size."
It is rare for Sha Monk to take the initiative to express his opinion.
Chen San nodded with satisfaction: "I didn't expect Wu Jing to have such knowledge. If my teacher guessed correctly, this place should be a royal temple."
Zhu Bajie became even more excited when he heard the word "royal".
The quality of the food in the emperor's temple...
After saying that, he took the initiative to invite Ying to pass the news.
But without any surprise, he was stopped by Chen San.
"You look ugly. If you scare others, you'd better become a teacher."
Chen San straightened his monk's robe again and walked to the temple gate with his head held high, intending to show them the talents of the Eastern Land Dynasty in a spirited manner.
For some reason, the temple door was already closed before dinner time.
He knocked politely on the door, and soon the courtyard door opened from the inside.
He is a teenage monk.
Chen San still showed his identity as a Buddhist scripture collector in the usual way, hoping that the other party could stay overnight as a master and disciple.
The young monk said that he had to ask the host about this matter, so he trotted inside.
After waiting for a while, a great monk with a leadership style came out.
"Are you a monk from the Tang Dynasty?"
Chen San said humbly: "It's just a poor monk who is passing by the temple and wants to stay for one night. He also hopes to give alms."
It's strange that the monk didn't show any shock or surprise when he heard that he was a holy monk of the Tang Dynasty. What does this disdain mean?
The great monk looked at Chen San. Perhaps seeing that his clothes were sloppy, he said impatiently: "No, no, you can go find somewhere else."
Chen San saw that he was about to be rejected, so he played the emotional card, blocked the door of the courtyard that was about to close, and said: "Presiding Elder, as the saying goes, all the monks in the world are of the same family, and they are all kind to others. I hope that the presiding officer will keep the friendship between Buddhism and tolerate my teacher.
Five people live in a house."
"Five people? That's even worse. Just leave quickly. Don't let me chase you away!"
Seeing the philistine's face, Chen San frowned: "Is it really not possible?"
"no!"
Chen San smiled and nodded, thinking: If you have the ability, don’t ask me for it later!
Returning to the place where Wukong and others were resting, Chen San deliberately put on a gloomy look and kept mumbling: "Why is this majestic royal temple so unkind?"
But Zhu Bajie laughed out loud: "Master, you still said it would be impossible for me to go, so wouldn't it be possible for you to go there?"
"Bajie, when will it be your turn to scold Master!"
Sun Wukong jumped up to Chen San and asked: "Master, can you tell them that we are from the Eastern Land of the Tang Dynasty?"
Chen San nodded and said aggrievedly: "I told you, but they just refused to let us stay overnight. Alas, being a teacher is useless, and I have to let you sleep on the street again."
Among the masters and disciples, Ao Lie was the most close to Chen San, so he immediately understood what Chen San was planning and stood aside smiling without saying a word.
But Sun Wukong was not happy: "Does he think this is Leiyin Temple in Lingshan? Master's willingness to come and stay has given them a huge favor, not to mention that they have to be entertained with good food and accommodation, and now they don't even have a place to stay.
It’s simply unreasonable not to give them to you!”
"Master, wait for me here, grandson!"
Chen San felt proud when he saw Sun Wukong's angry look, but did not stop him. Only when Sun Wukong rushed to the gate of the courtyard, he pretended to mutter in a low voice: "Wukong, please don't be rude."
...
In the temple, the host walked into the dining hall, sat down at the front, took a look at tonight's meal, nodded with satisfaction, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and got ready to start.
But I saw a figure suddenly flash in from the outside, and then I felt someone pulling my ears.
By the time the pain came, the host had already been lifted up by Sun Wukong's ears.
"Bold, who dares..."
Before the host could finish his sentence, Sun Wukong raised his hand and slapped him.
The power of the great sage can be imagined.
The other monks in the dining hall saw this and quickly gathered around.
Sun Wukong was not afraid at all. He pulled out the golden cudgel with one hand and smashed it to the ground. The bluestone floor tiles immediately shattered and a big hole was made in the ground.
So far, no one dared to come forward.
The host was in pain and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Hero, spare your life!"
Sun Wukong let go of his ears, and just when he thought everything was fine, he was slapped on the face again.
"You are such a great monk. If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined with wine. Why don't you let my master move in?"
If the host didn't know which god he had offended at this time, then he would really die unjustly. In addition, Wukong's two slaps had completely defeated him, so the host's attitude was much more polite.
"It's not that novice monks are not allowed to stay, it's that there are so many monks in this courtyard that there are no free rooms."
Sun Wukong rolled up his sleeves and said boldly: "No room? Then you all move out! Move out!"
The host looked troubled: "If they all move out, where will so many people live?"
When Sun Wukong saw that the host dared to bargain, he immediately raised his fist and said, "Look for a fight!"
The host waved his hands repeatedly: "Hurry and invite the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty!"
Immediately, the courtyard door opened wide, and dozens of monks stumbled out. When they saw Chen San, they bowed their heads and worshiped.
Looking at the clear slap marks on the host's face, Chen San pretended to blame: "Wukong, is this a good thing you did?"
Before Sun Wukong could admit it, the host kowtowed several times and waved his hands: "It's none of his business. The monk accidentally fell and injured himself!"