Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter 183: Buddha wants to hang himself

Samantabhadra’s face suddenly turned down.

It also mentioned that the Four Saints tried Zen Mind, which was the eternal pain in his heart.

Unknowingly, I was caught in the nine-color charm flower stamen, and was crazy with Manjushri Bodhisattva for a month.

Do a lot of shameful things.

“Respect Maitreya Buddha’s decree.”

Fu Xian took the Buddha’s decree with a bitter face.

Although he was confined by the Tathagata Buddha at the beginning, now Lingshan is in the use of human beings, so he naturally came out.

Look at Samantabhadra’s lower bound.

Maitreya Buddha was more or less relieved, but still couldn’t relax his vigilance.

Because you don’t know how to operate Tang Sanzang.

So I had to take one step, look at one step, and do all the work ahead of time to deal with sudden changes.

I have to say that Maitreya Buddha’s thinking is quite comprehensive.

He is also very capable of flexion and extension.

Treating Tang Sanzang, lick his face and call him the third brother.

At this moment, for the Buddhas below, they couldn’t help but become majestic.

Lingshan search and rescue team.

Take the lead by Yintou Jiezhe, flying all over the sky.

Looking for Buddha?

Where to find it.

It’s been lost for so long.

And I have searched all over the Three Realms.

Pull it down.

However, this is a business trip, and the company reimburses it.

As soon as a few people study, let’s go down for a meal.

Finally, the invoice is issued and the company reimburses it anyway.

It hit it off and went straight on.

Looking for the Buddha, there is no hope anymore.

As for lost, or left forever?

They don’t know either.

Anyway, in their opinion, it is estimated that it is enough to be able to come back.

They are all younger brothers. Whoever becomes the Buddha has nothing to do with them.

And it’s not something they worry about.

After eating and drinking, he returned to Lingshan and notified Maitreya Buddha, but didn’t find it.

Coming out the next day.

Research where to go for a stroll.

Therefore, Yintou Jiezhe and other people have had a very good life these few days.

The fragrant and spicy ones, each of them gained weight unconsciously.

The most important thing is that Tang Sanzang did not go to heaven.

Now they have a kind of fear from the heart for Tang Sanzang.

In particular, Yintou reveals the truth, and talks in sleep at night, calling the third brother and begging for mercy with Tang Sanzang.

From this it can be seen that the psychological shadow that Tang Yu has caused him can’t go down for a while.

Half a month has passed since the incident of the loss of Buddha Tathagata.

There is no news yet.

Can’t help but not expecting him to come back.

On the contrary, something must have happened to the Buddha.

Not within Lingshan, it is still very harmonious.

Most of them have nothing to do with themselves.

Anyway, those Buddhas above are worrying about.

On a desert island.

A man in a simple skirt made of leaves, with his hands behind his back, walked back and forth on the beach.

Seems to be looking for something.

Not far away was a newly built shack, covered with canes and branches.

It looks very simple, but at least it can shelter from wind and rain.

In the shack, some hay and dry branches were also spread.

After walking around, he walked back again and sat in the shack, looking sadly towards the sky.

During this time, at a speed visible to the naked eye, Tathagata Buddha lost a circle.

In such an environment, it is impossible not to lose weight.

“All dead, a bunch of waste.” Tathagata Buddha cursed in a low voice.

In his opinion, the Buddhas of the West Heaven had already been found.

But there was not even a ghost.

He couldn’t help but feel a trace of fear, his mana can’t be restored, he won’t be trapped on this deserted island forever.

Gu Gu.

The stomach groaned.

Now there is no time to think about anything else, trying to find a way to fill up my stomach.

As for Journey to the West, he had already forgotten him.

Love what is going on.

If you don’t do well, you have to finish here.

However, he still hasn’t given up on Buddhism’s rescue.

Even if the rompers were gone, he was still struggling.

The top priority now is to find a way to fill the stomach.

Because of the many days of life on an isolated island, the spearfishing matter is already at hand.

Holding the branch, a fish came back after a short while.

Carrying a tree branch and a fish in his hand.

The sunset slanted, reflecting the golden light of the whole sea.

Tathagata Buddha walks slowly, like a picture full of poetry.

If Tang Yu saw this scene, he would have to chant a poem.

At the very least, there are two sentences.

The sun is setting.

The Buddha is on an isolated island.

When he walked to the shack, he opened the fire that hadn’t been extinguished, picked up some dry wood, and threw it on it.

It burned quickly.

Put the fish on it and start grilling.

After thinking about it, he walked to the side and picked up some crabs or something.

Then he picked up a stone slab, put it on the fire, and threw the crabs and some messy shrimps on the stone slab.

Fill the stomach.

He lay directly in the shack, still holding a branch in his hand.

This is a self-defense weapon.

You know that here is full of danger.

In a daze, he felt his body go ups and downs.

It seems that I have found the long-lost feeling of flying in the clouds.

It was just a gust of wind that made him shiver.

Open your eyes and take a look.

Fog Cao.

It turned out to be high tide.

The shack was torn apart, and he was also washed out by the tide, floating on the surface of the sea.

Fog Cao.

The Tathagata Buddha wanted to cry without tears, and the shack he worked so hard to build was gone.

But now before he can think about it, he crawled to the shore desperately.

Otherwise, it will be easy for him to rush into the sea in a while.

He sat on the beach blankly, looking at the undulating water in front of him.

Involuntarily, a feeling of ashes in the heart arose.

The tide gradually receded.

The eastern sun is rising, and the bright light passes through the layers of clouds, like a brilliant colored ribbon, shining on the sea, reflecting the waves of the sea.

The Tathagata Buddha is like a puppet that has lost his soul, sitting blankly, motionless.

There was a fish stranded in the shallows, right next to him, but he didn’t even look at it.

It seems that my heart is dead.

After a while, he turned and walked onto the island.

Effortlessly, a rattan was brought down.

He was tied to a sturdy branch of a big tree not far away, and he tied a circle on the bottom end of the rope.

He gestured to his head.

Almost, the head can be inserted in.

Immediately he moved a few stones and placed them under his feet.

Stepping on the stone, he pulled the vine and tried it. The tie should be tight.

Seeing the bright sunshine, he took a deep breath and slowly stretched his head into the circle.

He is no longer alive, he is going to hang himself…