
Journey to the West: Reviewing the Eighty-One Tribulations, Even Gods and Buddhas Must Be Investigated
西游:审核八十一难,神佛都得查
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Not into the Eighty-one Dilemma
Old man Tutu, what kind of monster is in this mountain? My old man's stick shattered when hitting rocks, and left traces when hitting pig iron, but he never killed this old monster. That monster also has some magic weapons. Once he wraps up the old grandson, there will be an endless stench that will kill him! Great Sage, please listen to the little old man. The monster was originally a beggar from a mountain with a male and a female appearance, and a poor family. Thousands of years ago, a demon from Nawuzang came across the border. The beggar stole a magic pill from the demon and annoyed the demon. The demon was a good player at playing with corpses. He immediately took the beggar, skinned and removed the bones, but that was not enough. He stuffed the beggar's skin with grass and made him his wife and concubine. He tied the bones and made her husband, and held a wedding banquet for his son. The rat was covered in flesh and blood and had its internal organs. He also made a banquet and divided the wild rats among the mountains. After the Taoist left, the couple who died tragically were exposed in the forest and became a disaster. The monster has three bodies. The human-skin lady is not afraid of water and fire, and can release filthy corpse aura. Even the gods are dazzled when they come here. The skeleton king is infinitely powerful and is not afraid of weapons. Furthermore, the rats from Nanshan, with their sharp teeth and sharp mouths, all swarmed up and bit the copper and iron into pieces. I worked with the mountain god to succumb to the demons. Unexpectedly, the city god was defiled by his wife, and the mountain god had his tail broken by the king. The five-year-old peach wood stick in the little old man's hand also taught the rats to chew it into a bachelor. Fortunately, the demon did not come down from the mountain, so we and I only had to stop the passers-by outside the mountain and send them off to wait until the mountain was spared and they could travel an extra hundred miles. There is a poem that goes back and forth: The trumpets are played in the graves of the dead, and the drums and gongs are beaten in the mass graves. There has never been such a demon in ancient times. I also hope that the great sage will be merciful and subdue the demons for us and other little gods to relieve the misfortune of this mountain.