landbeastnovel Chapter 65 Has the group really fallen apart? All the disciples are enjoying themselves at the manor
Chapter 65 Has the group really fallen apart? All the disciples are enjoying themselves at the manor
Venus swallowed.
The Jade Emperor's words, translated, mean: Nezha can stay wherever he wants; the Heavenly Court doesn't care. Li Jing's tower being lost is his own fault, and the Heavenly Court doesn't care either. The Buddhist path to the West being blocked is the Buddhist sect's problem; the Heavenly Court cares even less.
Three things are irrelevant.
If the Buddhist community found out, they would probably be so angry they'd explode on the spot.
"Venus."
"Your subject is here."
"Archive Yang Jian's report."
"Yes."
"But don't let the Buddhist monks see it."
"Your subject understands."
Venus took the report and respectfully withdrew from the hall.
As he stepped out of the palace and onto the corridor, a cool breeze blew, soaking his back completely.
He glanced back at the tightly closed gates of the Lingxiao Palace.
"Incredible."
Venus muttered something to himself.
"His Majesty intends to sit back and watch the tigers fight."
"Let's see how far the Buddhist sect can fight that mortal."
"They've won! The Heavenly Court claps its hands in congratulations to Buddhism."
"Having lost the battle, the Heavenly Court clapped their hands and sighed a few times."
"No matter what, the Heavenly Court will not shed a single drop of blood."
Venus tucked the report into his pocket and walked three times faster than he had come.
He needs to hurry back and arrange this matter properly.
Especially the clause about "not letting Buddhist monks see it".
If the Buddhist sect had known about the Heavenly Court's change of attitude beforehand, it wouldn't have been a case of sitting on the sidelines and watching the tigers fight.
That would be playing with fire.
Wuwu Mountain Villa.
That afternoon.
A person walked in from the mouth of the valley.
Leading a white horse.
It didn't fly in.
It came by walking.
Step by step.
They walked very slowly.
It took almost an incense stick's time to walk from the mouth of the valley to the entrance of the villa.
Nezha was the first to see it from the rooftop.
"Someone's coming! Leading a white horse!"
Red Boy came closer to take a look.
"He's a monk."
"Another monk? That fat monk from last time hasn't been gone for long."
"It's different. This one is thinner."
Sun Wukong was eating a peach next to the stone table when he heard the words "monk" and "white horse," and he stopped eating.
He stood up.
I walked to the gate of the courtyard.
I glanced outside.
The peach fell from my hand.
"Master?"
Sun Wukong's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
But his sharp eyes wouldn't make a mistake.
The person who slowly walked out of the valley was dressed in a white monk's robe, with a thin face, hands clasped together, and a slow and upright gait.
The white horse beside him was pure white, its four hooves pounding the ground silently, following its master obediently.
Tang Sanzang.
White Dragon Horse.
Pigsy threw down his rake and ran out of the vegetable garden.
Sha Wujing put down the broom.
The three apprentices stood at the courtyard gate, watching their master walk towards them step by step.
No one went out to greet them.
It's not that I don't want to welcome them.
I don't know how to greet them.
How long has the pilgrimage team been separated?
They haven't officially broken up, but in reality, they've been broken up for several months.
Sun Wukong came to the manor every day to freeload meals.
Pigsy's vegetable garden is in the mountain villa.
Sha Wujing moved into the mountain villa.
Only Tang Sanzang and the White Dragon Horse remained in the training ground.
The three apprentices left their master alone in the camp.
Although Sha Wujing would go back every night to chant sutras with Tang Sanzang before leaving again. Although Sun Wukong would bring back some fruit and monkey wine every now and then. Although Zhu Bajie would occasionally dig up a couple of radishes from the vegetable garden and bring them back to the camp.
But facts are facts.
They have lost their master.
They were left in an empty camp.
Now Master has come on his own.
A person.
Leading the white dragon horse.
We walked three miles.
Tang Sanzang walked to the courtyard gate.
stop.
I looked up and glanced at the crooked signboard.
"Wuwu Mountain Villa".
Tang Sanzang read the four words aloud.
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Their gaze slowly shifted from the plaque to the three people standing at the gate of the courtyard.
Sun Wukong.
Pigsy (Zhu Bajie)
Sha Wujing.
The three apprentices stood there.
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No one spoke.
Pigsy's ears drooped, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
Sha Wujing lowered his head, unconsciously clutching a handful of grass he had picked up from somewhere.
Sun Wukong's lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Tang Sanzang looked at the three of them.
Looked for a long time.
Look, Sun Wukong's hands are still covered in peach juice.
Look, Pigsy is covered in mud.
Sha Wujing's monk's robe was cleaner than before, but it had an extra patch.
Then Tang Sanzang smiled.
A very faint smile.
It wasn't forced, nor was it out of helplessness.
It was a genuine smile that came from the heart after seeing that all his apprentices were alright.
"Are you doing well here?"
In a word.
Seven characters.
Pigsy's nose started to sting.
Sha Wujing lowered his head, and the grass was crushed in his hands.
Sun Wukong felt as if a stone was stuck in his throat.
None of the three answered.
Because I can't answer that.
Saying "okay" is tantamount to admitting that they abandoned their master and are living quite happily.
To say it's bad would be a lie.
They were indeed living well at the resort.
It's much better than the journey to the West.
But it's precisely this "good" that they can't bring themselves to say it.
Tang Sanzang didn't care whether they answered or not.
He led the white dragon horse slowly into the courtyard.
The White Dragon Horse lowered its head, sniffed the cabbage that Pigsy had planted on the ground, and snorted.
Tang Sanzang saw everything in the courtyard.
The vegetable garden to the east.
Eight new demon cultivators moved in from the south.
There's also Princess Iron Fan standing at the kitchen doorway, her hands covered in flour.
A jade rabbit sits beside a flower field, hugging its knees.
Nezha and Red Boy are squatting on the roof, looking down.
Lu Chen sat on the stone stool at the entrance of the courtyard.
Tang Seng's gaze finally landed on Lu Chen.
"donor."
"Holy Monk." Lu Chen stood up.
The two exchanged a glance.
This was the first formal meeting between Lu Chen and Tang Sanzang.
For the past six months, during the period when Lu Chen blocked the road, Tang Sanzang stayed in the camp chanting scriptures.
The two never spoke to each other face to face.
"This humble monk has come to take a look." Tang Sanzang's voice was as gentle as a stream.
"Please come in."
Tang Sanzang stayed at the mountain villa for a day.
From noon to noon the next day.
He didn't recite a single sutra that day.
He never spoke a single word of Buddhist teachings.
He ate the food prepared by Princess Iron Fan.
Lunch was braised wild boar ribs with stir-fried seasonal vegetables. Tang Sanzang was a vegetarian, so Princess Iron Fan made him a separate bowl of vegetarian noodles.
The noodles are hand-rolled, and the soup base is a mushroom broth made by simmering wild mushrooms and dried bamboo shoots for two hours.
Tang Sanzang took a bite.
"tasty."
Two words.
Princess Iron Fan paused for a moment, then smiled.
"If the holy monk is pleased, that's good. There's more if needed."
Tang Sanzang took another bite.
"It's really delicious."
"This is much better than the alms I used to eat on the road."
Pigsy chimed in from the side, "Of course, Master! I used to be the one begging for alms, and I ate whatever they gave me. How could that compare to Sister Rakshasa's cooking?"
"That's why I often didn't have enough to eat before." Tang Sanzang glanced at Zhu Bajie, shook his head with a smile, and said, "When you go begging for alms, eat half of it yourself first."
"No, no, no!" Pigsy waved his hands repeatedly, "I'll only eat a third at most!"
Sha Wujing quietly added from the side, "Second Brother, last time you begged for three steamed buns, you ate two and a half of them yourself."
"Brother Sha, don't sabotage me!"
Tang Sanzang smiled.
I actually laughed.
It wasn't the kind of wry smile that comes from the journey to the West, like "Amitabha, Wukong, don't be presumptuous."
It's a genuine, relaxed laugh.
After lunch, Tang Sanzang went to see Zhu Bajie's vegetable garden.
The vegetable garden has tripled in size. It has expanded from a small patch on the east side of the yard to a large open area outside the yard.
Chinese cabbage, radish, green bell pepper, potato, green beans, pumpkin, winter melon.
A wide variety of varieties.
It is growing well.
The firebreak was dug in two circles.
The "No Flame Throwing" sign has been changed from one to three, placed in the southeast and west directions of the vegetable garden.