The more I thought about it, the more I became a little scared, Ding Yi didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"It's useless to think so much, let it be."

As soon as he turned his head, he threw the little thoughts behind him.

Sitting under the shade of the tree for a few hours, seeing that the sky was getting dark, Sun Wukong had not come back yet.

At this time, Ding Yi also closed the Buddhist scriptures, patted the dust on the monk's robe, and then walked slowly to the tree with a white horse tied up step by step. He put the Buddhist scriptures back into his bag, untied the reins and turned over the horse, ready to set off.

"Ma'er, horse, we've had enough rest today. Let's walk forward to see if we can find a family, so that we can stay overnight." Ding Yi patted Baima's head with one hand and muttered.

In fact, Sun Wukong had already come back. He just went back to Huaguoshan to say hello to his children, then drank two glasses and ate a few peaches and rushed back without stopping.

But perhaps in order to revenge the previous act of "Tang Monk" calling him, he deliberately hid on the side and didn't come out, watching the live broadcast while chatting with a few friends from the other two worlds.

When he saw that "Tang Monk" was about to set off, he scratched his hair and followed.

"Why is this monk not in a hurry at all?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, unable to figure it out.

Following the monk all the way, Sun Wukong watched the sky get darker little by little. The monk in front was brave, not afraid of the dark at all. He rode his horse and drove the night road. From a distance, he saw a light appearing in the distant field of view.

"I finally found someone." Ding Yi smiled slightly, patted the white horse under him and asked it to speed up.

The white horse screamed in a stern manner, and he accelerated his pace reluctantly.

Like in this deep mountain forest, a lonely family is built in this valley, and no matter how you look at it, it reveals a hint of weirdness.

But Ding Yi seemed to have not thought about that at all, turned over and dismounted, and then came to the gate of the yard and knocked on the gate.

The yard is also very simple. In addition to the old broken door in front of you, there is a circle of sparse fences next to you. It looks like it has been in disrepair. I don’t know how many years no one has taken care of it, as if it can overturn when the wind blows.

At this time, an old voice came from the room in the yard.

"It's been midnight, who's knocking outside?"

Judging from the sound, this person should be an old man, and he probably looks like he is in his seventies or eighties.

"My father-in-law, my monk Xuanzang, passed by here late at night. Can you please open the door and allow me to stay overnight?"

Ding Yi also followed Tang Monk's tone and acted politely.

At this time, the yard creaked and the door opened.

An old man with a hunched back and covered in gray hair walked out of the room, leaning on a crutch, and with the support of a woman dressed in a 28-year-old village girl, he walked step by step to the door of the yard.

"Xiaohua, open the door for this master." The old man coughed a few times, and his health seemed to be not very good.

"Okay, grandpa."

The yard door opened, and the girl named Xiaohua looked at the monk outside the door curiously.

"Master, are you still rushing to the night so late?"

"Xiaohua, don't be rude!" The father-in-law scolded him and asked his granddaughter to retreat. Then he looked up and down at the monk in front of him and said, "Look at the master's outfit, he also came from a big temple, right?"

Although Ding Yi did not wear the colorful robes given by Guanyin, his body was also given by the King of Tang before leaving, and he used all the best fabrics. Although this old man is old, his eyesight is very good.

"Amitabha, I came from Chang'an to go to the West to seek the true scriptures." Ding Yi gave a Buddhist ceremony and said.

The old man smiled and nodded, then invited him, "Come on, let the ground be small, master, don't dislike him."

"Where is my father-in-law, I'm disturbing me."

After the three of them entered the house, Ding Yi also found that the room was really small. When he entered, he saw small living rooms. Two rooms separated by curtains on the left and right should be the rooms of the old man and his granddaughter. There were no other rooms besides that.

There is a kitchen outside, which is also very small.

"Let the ground be small, Master, please sit and rest for a while first." The old man invited Ding Yi to sit down and rest, then turned to instruct his granddaughter and said, "Xiaohua, go and pour a cup of tea for the master."

While turning his back to Ding Yi, the old man blinked at the girl named Xiaohua.

Soon, the tea was served.

"Master, please have tea." Xiaohua handed over the teacup.

Ding Yi smiled and reached out to take it, looked at the teacup in his hand, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that I was so lucky." Ding Yi thought to himself.

How could he not see the little movements of the old man and the little girl just now? How could he not see the cup of tea in front of him that was obviously mixed with poison?

But this is interesting. This was not arranged by him. He was completely a coincidence.

It seems that this is not the first time these grandfather and grandson have done this.

Look at the acting skills, how natural!

Novice can do it.

But it is not true that it is said that it is the grandfather and grandson.

The old man looked old, but in fact he was afraid that he was only in his early twenties. The reason why he looked so old was that he was deliberately dressed up. Although this disguise technique was not very clever, it was better than that at night. It was dark outside and there was a dark winter. Although there was a light in the room, there was only a candle, so how could he see clearly.

If this is an ordinary person, he will definitely be fooled.

After drinking this sip of tea, your soul will be instantly returned to heaven!

A smile flashed in his eyes. Ding Yi pretended to be ignorant, picked up the teacup and wanted to drink it.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly knocked open vigorously, and a furry hand slapped Ding Yi's hand holding the teacup. With a "ping-table" sound, the teacup fell to pieces on the spot.

"Master, this tea cannot be drunk!"

The one who stopped Ding Yi from drinking tea was naturally Sun Wukong hiding in the dark.

He originally planned to dry the monk more, but he didn't expect that the monk was so unlucky. It took only a few days before he met such a pair of evil people. Seeing that the monk was about to drink poison tea, how could Sun Wukong continue to watch?

"Wukong, are you done with your work?" Ding Yi looked at the broken teacup on the ground with some regret, shook his head and said, "But you broke the teacup of your teacher by now, but it made your teacher very puzzled."

"Master, this tea has been poisoned by the two of them. If you drink it, you will probably die long ago!" Sun Wukong glared at the fake grandfather and grandson beside him, "You two dare to assassinate my old grandson master, look at the beating!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed, and two mortals who were just mortals were beaten to fly out, knocked through the wall, and landed in the yard.

When Ding Yi looked there, he shook his head in a sympathetic manner.

"Amitabha, although you two are harmful to me, I still hope that you will continue to be human beings in your next life. Good and good!" As he said that, he recited a mantra of rebirth, and there was still a very good one.

Sun Wukong beside him looked at it, but curled his lips and looked disapproving.

Isn’t it just killing two mortals, let alone two evil people. This kind of thing will not only not increase his karma, but on the contrary it can also alleviate it. After all, he is also doing good things, not.

After the New Year's Mantra, Ding Yi looked at Sun Wukong next to him and said angrily: "Wukong, look at the good things you did!"

When Sun Wukong heard this, he thought that the monk was going to scold him for the two mortals, and he was immediately unhappy.

"Look, this wall has been broken, why did you sleep here tonight?" Ding Yi pointed at the wall with one hand and scolded: "Why don't you repair the wall quickly. This is the night, you are not afraid of the cold, but the teacher is still afraid of the cold!"

Sun Wukong: ""

What about the promised compassion?

In love, you are just angry that I broke the wall!

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react.

"Master, don't you blame me for killing those two mortals?" he asked in confusion.

Ding Yi, who was looking at the teapot and seemed to be checking whether the water in the teapot was poisonous, turned around and said, "Wukong, have you heard the saying that saving a life is better than creating a seven-level pagoda?"

Sun Wukong nodded. Although he had not read a few books, he had heard of this sentence.

"Then you said, are the two donors you beaten to death good people?"

Sun Wukong shook his head.

"Have they ever harmed people?"

Sun Wukong nodded again.

"So, if they don't die today, will they harm others again in the future?"

Sun Wukong thought about it and nodded.

Ding Yi smiled slightly, chanted the Buddha's name again, and then said, "In this way, if you kill them, it is equivalent to saving more people who will be harmed by them in the future. Isn't this a great good thing?"

is that so?

Sun Wukong scratched his head and thought about it carefully, what the master said seemed to be quite reasonable.

"So, what is my old grandson doing? "

Ding Yi came over with a teapot, smiled and patted his shoulder, and said, "Yes, Wukong, you did a great thing today. Of course, it's not to mention breaking the wall. Okay, don't stand, hurry up and repair the wall you broke."

Sun Wukong nodded, turned around and went to repair the wall.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped and turned around and asked, "Master, don't you ask me why Lao Sun came back so late?"

"I know that you have been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years. I must have missed my hometown in my heart. Not to mention half a day, even if you don't return for half a month, I won't blame you."

By this, Sun Wukong felt that his eyes were a little wet.

He quickly turned his head and didn't want the monk to see him like this.

Secretly wiping the corners of his eyes, Sun Wukong decided silently in his heart that he would protect the monk along the way and would never do as willful as he is today.
To be continued...