The Shocking and Extraordinary Romance of the Great Sage

Sun Wukong and Hua Xiaomei still dressed up as beauties and went to the market to look for the miniature girl. When I was passing the market, I saw the Yamen playing Bang Dian Mao and Zaoli singing tunes and shouting for promotion. The two immortals were not interested in visiting and rushed towards the market, which was crowded with people. The two immortals shrank their bodies and quickly passed through the gap between people. Seeing the sixteen scale stars swinging up and down, calling for sellers and buyers, they are all fair and impartial. At the end of the scale pole are the three stars of fortune, wealth and longevity.

The two immortals went further and saw merchants from the Tang Dynasty, who were quite busy at the foot of Mount Emei. Official, commercial and private operations flourished, and water and land transportation were intertwined. Two people from Xichuan carried a load of 100 kilograms and traveled fifty miles. They received 25 coins a day and could buy two buckets of grain, which was enough for more than half a month.

It's exactly this:

Who dares to lack firewood, rice, oil and salt? The porters carry the burden to spend the years.

Earn a few buckets of rice through hardship, but seek to live a peaceful life.

Looking ahead, there is a temple. Hua Xiaomei said:"Wukong, how about we go to the temple to search?" Before the Great Sage agreed, he jumped up to the high platform, shielded the sun with his hands, and stared at it with his fiery eyes, thinking:"There is no evil spirit, let alone evil wind." Then he jumped Go to Xiaomei's side. She asked:"What are you looking at? Are you afraid that this temple will fail?" The traveler said:"No. I remembered that I followed the master and traveled to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures. I encountered temples every time. Every time I entered, I was always framed by goblins. So, seeing this universe Yu was afraid that Enmei would be deceived, so she made a detailed investigation." She said,"How about the investigation?" Wukong said,"It's not very evil, so you can rest assured and go in and look for it." After that, the two immortals went inside. Amid the incense of smoke, the temple grounds are a beautiful sight.

But what I saw was: rows of green pines and cypresses, towering pavilions and brocaded walls.

Sakyamuni is clad in gold, and Guanyin Bodhisattva's robes cover his knees.

Incense sticks are burned upwards, and the inside and outside settings are number one.

The true king and the constellations appear alive, and the emperor is on the throne of the great emperor.

In the universe, birth, aging, illness, and death are inevitable. There are many pilgrims, praying for peace and blessings to eliminate disasters and pray for gods and Buddhas. Look at the smoke again, lower your head and kowtow, bend down to burn incense, the candle smoke is floating around, as if it stretches thousands of miles. Some believers knelt down and worshiped, lighting up the furnace with fragrance, mountains and green water, tea and wine, vegetables and fruits, fruit rice dumplings in a red niche, a wine feast for three animals, and tributes of gold and silver.

Sun Wukong feels that he has seen it all the time and is not new at all. Just as Hua Xiaomei was entering the back curtain, a thief suddenly appeared. He stole the money from the small vault and ran away with a bag. The old monk chased him out and yelled:"I've been blocking the money for a long time. How dare you come to steal money again!" But he couldn't catch up and stamped his feet anxiously. The two immortals hid behind the curtain, the great sage cast a spell, hooked his little finger back, and the money bag flew back to the temple like a cloud. The old monk took it in his hand and asked in surprise:"Which god in the sky is it?" He looked around but found nothing, so he knelt down and bowed to the sky. While he was kowtowing, Wukong took Xiao Mei and used the invisibility technique to escape from the temple.

Wukong said:"How can I find the pocket girl?" Xiao Mei asked:"How can I find it?" The traveler smiled and said:"Just now, the old monk called the thief's name, Du Qianjiu, and he was the pocket girl's brother. He must have fled home to hide. If we catch up with him, we will let nature take its course and find his sister." After that, he shouted:"Hurry up!" How can a running thief be as fast as an immortal! The second immortal chased Shang Qian for a long time, and he was entering the house. The miniature daughter was standing at the door, shouting to welcome brother. Immediately afterwards, the pocket-sized girl went out and hurried towards the agreed place. Wukong and Xiaomei, both dressed as beauties, were far behind. They followed her closely and looked toward the big tree outside the city.