The officer said something and turned away.

Tang San hid in the house, pacing back and forth, and said with a pause: "Wukong, Wuneng, Wujing, wait a minute, let's go out and find the monk to find out what is going on." ”

Zhu Bajie lay lazily on the bed and said, "Master, this is their country's own business, let's not interfere as outsiders, right?"

Tang Sanzang said seriously: "With so many monks being severely punished, there must be grievances among them, how can the teacher turn a blind eye?"

In the evening, Tang Sanzang and his party walked out of the post station, looking for monks on the street, and finally saw several monks with shackles in a corner, who seemed to be resting.

Tang Sanzang's eyes lit up, and he walked over and asked, "Amitabha, who are you, why are the monks suffering like this?"

A monk said sadly: "We are the wronged monks of Jinguang Temple. ”

Sun Wukong asked, "Where is the Golden Light Temple?"

The monk said, "Turn around." ”

Tang Sanzang asked, "How wronged have you been?" ”

The monk hesitated, quietly looked around, and said, "If you elders want to know the inside story, you might as well go to Jinguang Temple." ”

At this time, several officers and soldiers came from a distance and shouted, "Come here for me!"

A group of monks wearing shackles hurriedly stood up and ran towards the officers and soldiers.

Tang Sanzang sighed sadly and said: "The rabbit and the fox are sad and hurt, and the poor monk is not very happy in his heart. Apprentices, let's go to Jinguang Temple. ”

A few masters and apprentices, along the street to ask for directions, came to a dilapidated temple in front of the temple, the temple door horizontal writing seven big characters: "Ejian Huguo Jinguang Temple".

Tang Sanzang pushed the temple door, and the temple door was opened with a creak, and a burst of dust fell, and Tang Sanzang, who was choking, coughed again and again.

The master and apprentice walked in, only to see that the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, ants and beasts were rampant, old pines were hanging and withered, and the corridors were swept away.

Sha Wujing escorted Tang Sanzang into the main hall, the hall was dim, the Buddha statue fell into ashes, the oil lamp remained, the spider climbed the pillar and made a web, and the rat pierced the wall.

Tang Sanzang sighed and said: "The incense burner is gray and cold, everything is empty, Amitabha~"

Sun Wukong's ears moved, and he shouted: "Someone~"

A jump disappeared without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, a gray-faced monk walked out and threw it on the ground.

The monk slammed to the ground, quickly got up and knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and said, "Spare your life!

Tang Sanzang bent over and helped him up and said, "Little master, get up quickly~"

The little monk raised his head, looked at Tang Sanzang and exclaimed in surprise: "Tang Holy Monk~"

Tang Sanzang was surprised and said, "How do you know that the poor monk is from the Tang Dynasty?"

The monk wept and said: "The monks of the temple were wronged and imprisoned, and the little monks had to be concealed by the teachers to survive, and they prayed sincerely in front of the Buddha on the second floor every day, hoping to enter the ears of my Buddha and save the senior brothers and teachers of the temple in the sea of suffering."

A few days ago, when the little monk prayed, there was a divine appearance, saying that the holy monk of Dongtu came from the east and could save us from suffering. ”

Tang Sanzang said: "Amitabha, I don't know what kind of grievances you have, you can speak quickly." ”

The little monk said: "The name of this place is called the sacrificial race country, and there were four Yi tributes at the beginning, and the eight directions came to the court. ”

Tang Sanzang nodded frequently and said: "Since there are four Yi tributes, and the eight directions come to the court, it means that you are a king here and a virtuous courtier." ”

The little monk shook his head and wept and said, "It's not that the king has a way, and the courtiers are virtuous. It is because the pagoda of Jinguang Temple enshrines a relic, every night is shrouded in auspicious clouds, the mist rises, and the glow shines on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers at night, so there are four Yi tributes, and the eight directions come to the court, and see the wonders of the relics together.

But since one night a few years ago, a black wind blew through the sky with blood rain, and the relics did not know what to do. The faint gentleman said that the monks in our temple stole the relics, arrested the whole temple and tortured them, and I don't know how many senior brothers have died over the years. ”

The little monk knelt down with a bang, and shouted sadly: "Ask the holy monk to read the same as my Buddha believers, and exert great magic power to save us from the sea of suffering~"

Tang Sanzang hurriedly helped him up and said, "Tomorrow, the poor monk will go to change Guan Wen, and he will definitely explain his grievances for you and give you justice." ”

The little monk said gratefully: "Thank you holy monk~"

Tang Sanzang looked at the dilapidated temple and said sadly: "In the past, before I left Chang'an, I made a vow in Famen Temple: to burn incense in the temple and meet the temple to worship the Buddha and see the tower and sweep the tower. Today, when this temple is broken, the poor monk should clean the pagoda with his disciples, so as to explore the cause of one or two and return the innocence of the temple. ”

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed, he looked at the top of the tower and said with a smile: "What else do you need to investigate? ”

Zhu Bajie's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly covered his stomach and shouted in pain: "Master, the disciple has a bad stomach, it hurts!"

Tang Sanzang turned his head to look at Zhu Bajie, and said solemnly: "Bajie~ You and I are both disciples of Buddhism, it is our duty to worship the Buddha in the temple and see the tower and sweep the tower, how can you be so lazy and afraid?"

Zhu Bajie said bitterly: "Master, if it's not an old pig, I'm lazy, this tower has thirteen floors." ”

Tang Sanzang turned his head to look at the little monk and said with a smile: "The little master is tired to help us open the tower door." ”

The little monk nodded, turned his head and ran upstairs, and after a while, he walked down with an incense candle and a bunch of keys, and took Tang Sanzang and his party to the temple, in front of a towering and majestic tower.

Sha Wujing found a broom and walked in one by one.

An hour later, Tang Sanzang straightened up and looked at the smoky first layer of space, his heart was shaken, maybe what Wu Neng said was right.

Tang Sanzang coughed, a little embarrassed and said: "Sweeping the tower is sincere, as long as we have our hearts, it doesn't matter whether the tower is clean or not, as long as our hearts are clean, this tower is as clean as new." ”

Zhu Bajie straightened up and complained: "Master, you said this a long time ago! ”

Tang Sanzang waved his broom and said, "Let's go!"

On the second layer, Tang Sanzang bowed to the Buddha statue three times very sincerely, and then swept it casually a few times, and continued to walk up, the Buddha!

In this way, the four masters and apprentices soon came to the tenth layer, even if they cleaned up at will, by the tenth layer, Tang Sanzang was already exhausted and out of breath.

Tang Sanzang threw away the broom, sat on the stairs and said: "Wukong, Bajie, Wuneng, I can't sweep it for the teacher, and you will do the work for the back three floors." ”

Sun Wukong said with a smile: "Little monk, I see that you will not be able to do it in the future, how comfortable it is to go back to sleep, you have to suffer this Buddha's sin." ”

Sha Wujing smiled and said, "Senior brother, second senior brother, I am here to protect the master, and the upper three floors will be entrusted to you." ”

Zhu Bajie said: "Simple! Senior brother, let's go!"

The two of them strode up, and they finished sweeping with two random strokes, faster than Tang Sanzang.