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Journey to the West - An Audio Drama Series· Folge 32

Journey to the West - Chapter 15 Part 2

Freitag, 17. Mai 2024 · 23 min

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Guan Yin came to help Wu Kong get their horse back, but first, an exchange of very offensive language between the two.

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Thank you. Journey to the. West, an audio drama series. Chapter 15 Part 2 We spoke of how the Golden Head Guardian invited Borisatwa over. Soon the pair arrived at Snake Coil Mountain, stopping the auspicious cloud in mid air. They looked down and found Sun Xingzhua throwing insults by the stream.

Borisatwa asked the Guardian to fetch him. The guardian thereby lowered his cloud, skipping San Zhang and came straight to the Bank of the stream, telling Xinjua. Borizatwa has arrived. Xinjua heard the news and quickly launched a cloud and hopped into the air, yelling at her. You, teacher of the 7th Buddha and the compassionate head of religion, why did you use tricks to mess with me? Borizatwa replied.

You outrageous monkey and ignorant red arse be damned, I went out of my way to find a scripture seeker and carefully instructed him to save your life, and instead of thanking me for the favour, you were trying to start a brawl with me. Sinjor retorted. Well, you've been good to me all right since you decided to let me out.

Why not just let me live freely the way I please? The other day when I bumped into you over the ocean, you said a few helpful words to me before instructing me to come back here and serve the tongue monk with the utmost diligence. Why did you give him that patterned hat and have him trick me into putting it on my head and make me suffer?

You made the spand grow on my head and taught him that tightening band spell or whatever that old monk is reciting it over and over again, causing pain in my head over and over again. Isn't this you messing with me? But his Artois let out a laugh and said, You monkey, follow no religious command and accept no true fruit.

If I do not keep you under control in this way, will you deceive heaven again? Who knows if you've learned your lesson? If you make trouble again like before, who's going to keep you under control? It would have to take this nemesis of a head to convince you to enter our religion, Sinja said. Fine, so I accept this nemesis of a head.

But why did you send that sinful dragon here? To become an evil spirit and eat my master's horse? This is unabling evil to do evil. How not very nice of you, Polisatoa said. That dragon was part here because I made a personal plea to the Jade Emperor so that he could serve the Scripture Seeker with his legs. Think about that mortal horse from the land of the East, how could it possibly cross these endless mountains and rivers? How could it possibly reach the Spirit Mountain and Buddha's realm?

Only a dragon horse is able to make the trip. Sindra said. But when he's the scared of Elderswon here, hiding away and not coming up, what are we to do with him? What is that was said to the guardian? Please go by the stream and shout the following Jade Dragon and 3rd Prince of Dragon King Aurun come out now. Borisatwa of the South Sea is here. He is certain to show up.

The Guardian went to the stream and called out twice. The young dragon then jumped, churned up waves and came out of the water. He turned to human form and stepped on cloud to go up in the air before bowing to Borisatwa. Thanks to Borisatwa's generous favour of saving my life, I've been waiting here for a long time but never heard of any news about the scripture seeker. Borisatwa pointed to Sinjo and said, Well isn't that the senior disciple of the scripture seeker? The young dragon saw him and said, Borisatwa, that's my nemesis.

I was feeling hungry yesterday and indeed ate his horse. He then took advantage of his powers and fought me until I had to retreat in exhaustion. He then threw insults at me so I shut my doors and refused to come out. Not once did he mention a word about scripture seeking. Sinjo replied. You never even asked me what my name is, why would I mention that?

The young dragon retorted. Haven't I asked where you wretched monster are from? You just shouted none of your business where I'm from. Just give me back the horse. When did you ever utter the word tongue? Barzatwa remarked. That Monkey Head is complacent in his own powers. When do you ever hear him praise anyone? When you move forward from here, there will be more who will join you.

When asked, do mention the scripture seeking first, so to spare yourself the trouble, they will naturally submit. Sindo happily took the advice. What is that? What then moved forward to take off the pole under the young Dragon's neck, Dipping a Willow twig in sweet dew, she sprinkled his body and with a blow of divine breath, she shouted change. The dragon immediately transformed into a horse whose colour was identical to the one he ate. She then instructed him with the following Do put your whole heart into repaying your sins.

Once the feat is complete, you will rise above mortal Dragons and have the golden body of true fruit return to you. The young dragon held his tongue bone in his mouth, withholding his ability to speak, and took her instructions to heart. What is? Artois then ordered Woukong take him to sea San Zan, I shall be back on the sea.

Singer clutched her and wouldn't let go, saying I'm not going, I'm not going any more. The road to the West is incredibly treacherous. If I have to protect this mortal monk. When will we ever get there? If it's filled with this much torture and trials, even my life could be in jeopardy and speak no more of any feat or fruit.

I'm not going. Nope. Boris Artois persuaded. Back in the years before you achieved the weight of human, you were still able to dedicate your heart to cultivation. Now that you have been liberated from a heavily calamity, why grow apathetic instead? Our religion sees truth in the van. It requires faith and righteousness.

If you ever enter a place that threatens your life or brings you extreme suffering, I promise that all your calls to heaven will be answered by heaven and all your wishes of earth will be granted by earth. Even if you fall into the most impossible state of crisis, I can still come save you myself.

Come here. I shall gift you another ability. Borisatwa then plucked 3 leaves from the widow twig and placed them behind Xinjua's head. With a shout of change, they turned into three life saving hairs. She instructed. When you are absolutely out of your depths and see no path to survival, you may use them according to your needs.

They will be able to save you in times of urgency. Xinjua took in all the comforting words before thanking the mercyful and compassionate Borisatwa. Wrapped in fragrant breeze and lingering rainbow mist, she returned straight to Potaluck. Only then did Sinjo land his cloud and come back to Sanzan with his hand grabbing the dragon horse's mane, saying, Master, we've got the horse.

Sanzan was delighted at the sight and asked disciple how did the horse get plumber than before? Where did you find it? Sinjo replied. Master, you are still in your dreams. Just now, the golden head guardian invited Parisatwa over. She turned the dragon from the stream into our White Horse. They're the same in colour, only missing the saddle, reins and bridle. Now that's why I had to drag him over. Sansan asked in astonishment.

Where is Parisatwa? Allow me to greet and thank her. Sinto answered. What? Isatwa is already back in the South Sea. Now save yourself the trouble. Sanzang thereby put together a pile of earth to serve as a makeshift incense burner and kowtowed southward. Once the ceremony was complete, he rose and packed up with Xinju.

Before taking off, Xinju sent the mountain God into Larry of Soil back and gave the Guardians and Chronicles of Time for their instructions. Then he invited his master to mount the horse. Sanzang asked. How will I ride a horse without a saddle and reins? Let's find a boat to cross the stream first before figuring this out. Xingju asked.

This master has no common sense, Where do we even find a boat in this mountain wilderness? This horse has lived here for a long time and must know the weight of the currents. Just write on him as if he is the boat and cross the stream. Sun Tang had no choice, but followed his words and mounted the bareback horse. Xingju then carried the luggage and the pair arrived by the stream.

Just then, a fisherman from upstream appeared, punting a raft made of dead wood down the stream. Singer saw him and waved, yelling. Oh fishermen, come here, come here, we are from the land of the East going to get scriptures. My master is having trouble crossing, please give him a ride. The fishermen heard it and quickly punted their way. Singer asked his master to come down from the horse and escorted him aboard.

Sanzang stepped on the raft, still clutching the horse and with his luggage by him. Then the old fisherman punted the raft away like wind and arrows. They crossed a steep stream of Eagle's grief without realizing and soon made it to the West Bank. Sanzang asked Xingzo to untie a bag and take out a few coins from the great town to give the old fisherman.

The old fisherman punted his raft away with a shove of the pole, saying No need to give me money, no need at all and into the stream he slowly disappeared from sight. Sansang felt rather apologetic but could only show his gratitude by folding his palms together. Seemed to have told him no need to be solicitous.

Master, you don't recognise him, but he's the water God of this stream. He didn't come to receive Elderson and I was planning on giving him a beating. I only spared him the beating for what he just did. How could he have the nerves to accept money, half believing his words and half not so much. The master could only mount the bareback horse once more and head out with Xinju.

They went straight for the main road and went westward. Truly, with the vastness of truth, they reached the other side with sincerity and faith. Up Spirit Mountain they will hike. Moving forward together. They soon saw the red sun sinking in the West and the light of the sky slowly dimming. Frosty wind chilled their bones as they entered a no man's land at dusk.

San Zan looked into the distance, sitting atop the horse, and suddenly found a farmhouse by the road. He said, Wukong, there is a house ahead where we can stay for the night. We'll resume the journey to Morrow morning. Sinja looked up and said. Master, that's not the kind of farmhouse people live in.

San Zan asked. Why not? Sinja answered, A normal farmhouse would not have the shape of fish and beasts decorating the roofs. This must be a temple or nunnery of some sort. Master and disciple chatted on before soon arriving at the gate. Sun Tzang came off the horse and found three large characters written above the doors.

Li Shu Tzu meaning. The. Shrine of Li Shu. They walked inside and saw an old man with beads hanging around his neck. He came up to welcome them with his palms folded, saying, Masters, please come in and have a seat. Sansang hurriedly returned the gesture before entering the hall to pay respect to the divine image.

The old man then ordered young servants to present tea. Once tea was served, Sansang asked the old man. What does it mean to name the temple Li SU? The old man explained this humble place lies within the Harmi Kingdom of the West Territories. Behind the temple there is a village. The devout families there establish this temple together.

Lee used to measure the land. Refers to the land of the village. Sure refers to the local jewellery of soil in the occasions of spring ploughing, summer wedding, autumn harvesting and winter storing. We each prepare the three animal sacrifices along with flowers and fruits and offerings for the Tulare of soil.

That way we can ensure The Four Seasons come and go in peaceful bliss, a rich harvest of the five grains and prosperity in our six types of livestock. Sansang heard his words and nodded in praise. This is truly a small distance from home, but a great distinction in customs. The people where I come from are far from this faithful.

The old man then asked. Where is your illustrious home? Master Sansang answered. This humble cleric comes from the Kingdom of Great Tongue in the land of the East. I'm heading to the West Heaven to seek scriptures. By the order of edict, we pass by your esteemed estate Just now. Since it's getting dark, we came to your divine shrine to ask to stay for the night.

We will leave as soon as sun rises. The old man was delighted and kept repeating a belated welcome. A belated welcome. He then ordered the young servants to prepare a meal. Sansang enjoyed what was served and thanked his host. Sing Zhou, on the other hand, had sharp eyes. He noticed that below the eaves of the house, there was a rope to hang close. He went up, pulled it off and tied the horse's leg with it. The old man joked.

Where did you steal the horse? Seemed to have replied angrily. You old gaffer away your words, we're divine monks heading Buddha's way, why would we steal horses? The old man laughed and said, If you don't steal it, why is the horse missing a saddle and rings, and you have to break my clothes line. Sansang apologized, This naughty thing is very impatient. If you need to tie the horse, just ask the elderly gentleman properly for a rope.

Why brick his rope to hang clothes? Dear Mr. Please do not blame us. Please don't. This horse of mine, to be honest, is unstolen. We were just coming from the east yesterday and arrived at the Steep Eagle's Grief Stream. I originally rode on a White Horse equipped with full riding tack. Who could have thought a culpable dragon hid in the stream where he became a wicked spirit?

He swallowed my horse along. With the saddle in one gulp. Fortunately, my disciple has some tricks up his sleeve. I'm also grateful to have Gwen in Bodhisattva come by the stream to capture the dragon and instruct him to transform into the horse I was riding before. The colour is the same and he will carry me to West Heaven to see Buddha.

We just. Crossed the stream and barely a day has passed before we arrived at the elderly gentleman's divine shrine. That's why we have not found ourselves saddled just yet. The old man said. Oh please don't blame me, Master, this old man was just joking. Who knew your respectable disciple would take me seriously?

When I was young, I had some filthy money to spare and enjoyed riding on a fine horse. But years of misfortune led to a terrible fire extinguishing my future hopes. I thereby took the position of the temple attendant to serve offerings. It's all owing to the benefactors from the village behind us and their donations that I am able to make a living. I do possess a saddle and riding tack. It's something I cherish so much that even in such state of poverty that I could not bring myself to sow it. Just now I was listening to the respectable master talk. If even Bolisatwa would save a divine dragon and have him turn into a horse to carry you, what excuse do I have to not do my part?

I will bring the riding tack here to Morrow and gift it to you. Respectable master. I certainly hope you will be gracious enough to accept it. San Zan heard his words and couldn't stop thanking him. Soon a vegetarian dinner was served. When they were done eating, they lit candles and prepared beds for everyone to rest. The next morning Sinjo got up and said. Master, that old temple attendant fellow promised to gift us a saddle last night.

Do ask him for it. Don't let him get away. Before he was done talking. The old man sure enough brought the saddle, bridle rings and everything else you need for a horse and placed them in the corridor. He said. Master, the saddle is served. Sansang saw it and happily accepted the gift. He gave the things to Sinjo and told him to put them on the horse and check if they fit. Sinjo walked up and picked each item up. Certain enough, they were very fine items, all beautifully crafted and adorned.

Singeo was secretly pleased and placed the saddle on the back of the horse. It fit as if it was tailor made. Sun Tang bowed to thank the old man again, but the man scrambled to raise him up, saying how terribly undeserving. The undeserving indeed. What have I done to earn your thanks? That old man didn't keep them further and asked Sun Tang to mount the horse.

The elder thereby came out of the gate, climb on to the saddle and mounted the horse. Seem to, on the other hand, carry the luggage. The old man then pulled out a whip from his folded sleeve. It had a rotten handle folded in strips of short leather, and a strap threaded from ligaments of the tiger. He stood by the road and presented the whip with both hands, saying, Divine Monk, I have a horse whip here and would like to gift it to you along with the saddle. Sanzan accepted the gift while on the horse and replied. Thank you for the donation.

Thank you. As they were talking, the old man suddenly disappeared. Looking around, instead of the shrine, they found only an empty piece of land. Just then someone could be heard speaking from mid air. Divine Monk, apologies for the terrible reception. We are the mountain God and Tulare of soil from Mount Podolock. We've been kindly instructed by Body Zatwa to give the saddle and harness to you.

Do head W with diligence and never for a moment slack off. Panicking, San Zan rode off the saddle and got off the horse before prostrating to the sky. This student has fleshy eyes and a mortal body. I do not recognize the divine visage of deities. Please forgive my sins. And please take the trouble of telling Borisatwa that I am deeply grateful for her favours and blessings.

Look at him kowtowing to the sky for who knows how many times. And on the roadside there was great Sage soon laughing till he almost dropped the handsome Monkey King. Amused to his bones, he went up and clutched the tongue monk telling him, Master, do get up, he's long gone. He can't hear your prayers or see you kowtowing.

What are you doing this for? The elder said disciple. I am kowtowing this har, and you won't even give a bow. Why are you merely standing by the road snickering? Sinto answered. What do you know? People who hide themselves like they did deserve nothing but a beating. It's only for bodies up to a sake that I spare their sins. And you think they dare receive bowing from me? Since a young age, I elder soon have been a tough hero who simply does not bow to anyone.

Even if it's the Jade Emperor or the Supreme and Venable elder, the most I would do is gesture and throw a word of greeting and that's it. San Zeng remarked. How disrespectful. Stop spouting empty words like this. Let's get up and delay our journey no more. Only then did the master rise, pack up and head westward. From that place on, they enjoyed a peaceful trip for two months. Those they met on the way were either native to the area or carnivorous species.

Time flew by and soon it was early spring. The mountains were dressed with a fresh shade of green as plants sprouted. Blossoms of winter have fallen while Willow leaves unfolded like the opening of an eye. Master and disciple delighted in the beauty of spring. When once again the sun was sinking in the West, Sun Tsong reigned in the horse to look into the distance.

In the curve of the mountain, there seemed to be shadows of buildings and shades of towers. San Zan asked. Woukon, look over there, what place could that be? Xinjua raised his head to have a look and said. If it isn't a palace hall, then it must be a temple. Let's hurry up and ask to stay the night there.

San Zan happily complied before urging the dragon horse to run straight forward. We do not know where they will end up. Please wait until the next chapter journey. To the West and Audio Drama series is an independent production by The 5th Monkey. For subtitles, please visit our YouTube channel.

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