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Journey to the West - An Audio Drama Series· Folge 55

Journey to the West - Chapter 27 Part 1

Freitag, 2. Mai 2025 · 20 min

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Wu Kong, did you just kill that woman and claimed she was a monster?

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Details are in the descriptions. Thank you. Journey to the West, an audio drama series. Chapter 27, Part 1. We speak of. Sanzang and his disciples, who packed up and were about to depart the following morning. Zhengyans and Xinjiang, after becoming Swan brothers, were now rather congenial towards each other to the point of being inseparable, so Zhengyans arranged to let them stay for another 5 or 6 days.

Ever. Since the elder consumed the grass pallet of reversion, it really felt as if his body was renewed and he was healthier with heightened spirits. With his mind heavy on seeking scriptures, he would not agree to stay any further. There was no other choice but to leave. Master and disciples departed and went back on the road. Soon they came across a high mountain. Sansang said.

Disciples, there is a rugged mountain ahead. I fear the horse cannot move forward. We all need to stay concentrated, Singja said. Worry not mastery, we know exactly what to do. Splendid monkey king. There he was, right in front of the horse with his rod held horizontally, opening up mountain roads and reaching high cliffs.

Endless insight were layers of craggy peaks and circles of meandering streams. Carnivores marched in formation as plant eaters moved in groups. Enormous serpents puffed miserable and strangeness, while thorns and pies covered the paths and Rangers. Lush growth carpeted the place, and the mountain was high enough to reach the clouds.

The elder was frightened on the horse, whereas great Sage soon showed off his tricks. Waving his iron rod, he let out a roar which frightened all the beasts away. Master and disciples thereby entered the mountain, and as they were making. Their way through. The steepness? San Zang Asked Wukong, it's been a long day and I'm hungry, where will you find me some vegetarian food? Singto laughed along and said.

That's not very bright of you, Master. We're in the middle of a mountain, there isn't a village ahead and not an inn behind us. Even if we had the money, we would have nowhere to buy anything. Where do you expect me to find vegetarian food? Sanson became. Irritated and scolded, you monkey think of the time when you were pressed inside a stone case by Rule I under the 2 Frontier mountain.

You could talk with your mouth but not move with your feet. I was the one who. Saved your life, converted you with the commandments, and made you my disciple. Why aren't you willing to be diligent and instead constantly slacking off? Singto asked. Your disciple has been very attentive. When have I ever slacked off? Sanzan retorted.

If you are so attentive, why aren't you finding me vegetarian food to eat? How can I travel while hungry? Moreover, this place is full of mountain wind and toxic gas, how will we ever make it to Thunderclap? Singja said. Don't you blame me, master, and talk less. I know you are the arrogant type. If I neglected you in any way, you will be reciting the spell. Get off the horse and take a seat. Let me find somewhere with a household for some vegetarian food.

And so Xinja leapt into the clouds. Using his hand to provide shade, he opened his eyes to look. Unfortunately, the road to the West was a lonesome 1 without a single Manor or town. It was very much a place with plenty of trees but no trace of human existence. Having looked around for a while on the sun facing side of a high mountain to the straight S, he spotted a patch of bright red dots. Xinja then lowered his cloud to say, Master, there is something to eat.

The elder asked What that was Zo Xinjo answered. There is no household to beg for a proper meal, but there is a patch of red on the mountain to the South. I think it must be some ripened mountain Peaches. Let me go pick a few to ease your hunger. Sanzan said happily. For someone out of the family, having Peaches for a meal counts as a luxury.

Go quickly. And so Xing Zha took the ball before unleashing a beam of auspicious light. Look at his somersaults, swaying into the chilly air. In mere moments, he was heading towards the South Mountain for Peaches. We will speak no more of that. Instead, we look at a common saying which went like this.

Tall mountains are bound to host monsters, steep ridges destined to birth spirits. It turned out that this mountain was indeed home to a monster's spirit. As grace Sage soon. Left, his movements disturbed the monster. She rose into the clouds, stepping on ghostly wind before spotting the elders sitting on the ground. Unbelievably delighted, she said. What good luck, what good luck.

For several years, those at home have been talking about a tongue monk from the land of the East heading for the Great Vehicle. He is the Golden Cicada reincarnated with an original body that went through cultivation for 10 lifetimes. Anyone who could eat a piece of his flesh will get to enjoy immense longevity. The day has truly arrived.

The Master Spirit went up and was about to snatch him before seeing 2 Great generals guarding the Elder from left and right, so she dared not get near. Who were those two generals? They were Bazir and Shamanc. They might not have any great powers to speak of, but Bazir was the former Marshall of Heavenly Wreaths, while Shamanc was the great curtain raising General. Their mighty aura had not left them, therefore she dare not get close.

The monster spirit then said, Wait as I play a trick on them and see what they have to say. Splendid monster. She withdrew the ghostly wind before landing in the hollow in the mountain. With a shake of her body, she transformed into a stunningly beautiful girl. Beyond description were her elegant brows and eyes, white teeth and red lips. She held a blue clay jar on her left hand and a green porcelain vase on her right.

Moving from the West towards the east, she headed straight from the Tongue Monk. The Divine Monk rested his horse on the mountain steep, and suddenly approaching was a girl dressed so neatly, jade fingers felled under gently waving green sleeves, her gorgeous silk gown suede. Revealing her delicate. Feet.

Sweat dropped from her pink face like dew on a blossom. Dust floated on her pretty brows like willows shrouded in mist as he carefully stared with his intent eyes. She was walking right up to his side, his seat. San Tan saw her and called out. Vizier Shamanc Wukong just now said no one could be found in this wilderness.

But isn't that someone walking out from over there? Padia said. Masters sit here with shaman while old ball goes to have a look. The fool put away his rake before tidying his shirt. Swaying around, he put on the airs of a gentleman and came straight up to greet the person face to face. It really was a case of uncertainty from a distance, but clarity went nearby. That woman had bones of jade wrapped in icy pale skin and her collar reviewed her creamy bosom. Her dark brows were like Willow leaves and her almond shaped eyes shone like Silver Stars.

Fair was her moon like face and innocent was her nature. With a light body and singing voice, she was like a flower blossoming under the sun. Bazia saw how beautiful she was and the fool's worldly urges began tickling. He couldn't help but blab her out loud. Madame Bodizadwa, where are you going?

What are you holding in your hands? She was clearly a monster spirit, yet he could not tell. The woman quickly responded by saying. Elder, in my blue jar is some fragrant rice, and in the green vase here are fried wheat gluten. I have specifically come here for no other purpose but to fulfill my promise to provide food for Buddhist monks.

Bhajiah heard her words and was filled with delight. He swiftly turned around and ran like a mad pig to report to San Zhang, saying Master, like the saying goes, the lucky man will eventually be rewarded by heaven. You were hungry, so you told elder brother to beg for some vegetarian food. That monkey is now off to who knows where, having fun picking Peaches.

If you have too many Peaches, your stomach will become rather upset and you'll feel rather heavy in the bows. But look, here comes someone who's offering vegetarian food for Buddhist monks. The tongue monk was skeptical and said, You stuffed creature babbling nonsense, we've been walking in this direction without meeting a single good person. Where would this benefactor even come from? Bazia said.

Master, isn't she right here? Sanzan saw the woman and hurriedly jumped up to greet her with his palms folded before his chest. Asking, Madam Bodhisattva, where do you reside? What kind of family are you from? What wish did you make that led you here to offer vegetarian food to Buddhist monks? She was clearly a monster's spirit, yet the elder could not tell either. The spirit heard the town monk ask about her origins, so she put on fake emotions on the spot and began deluding them with sweet words.

Master, this mountain is called by a hauling or the white tiger rich, where serpents will turn back and beasts fear. Below, straight to the West is my home. Both of my parents are alive. They read scriptures and are passionate about doing good, so they generously offer vegetarian food to Buddhist monks from near and far.

Because they had no son, they prayed to the gods for blessings and that. Was how I was born. They wanted to join with a better family by marrying me off with fear they would have no one to rely on. As they got older. They only found a son-in-law to marry me and join the family so that their final days could be secured. Sanzang heard her words and said, Madam Barisatua, that is the wrong thing to say.

As the divine scriptures said, if father and mother are both alive, you do not travel far. Shall you travel? You must inform them of where you are going. Since both of your parents are alive and at home, and they have marry you to a son-in-law, your wish shall be fulfilled by your husband at the very least. Why walk in the mountains all by yourself? You don't even have a servant by your side. That's not very becoming of a woman. The woman smiled brightly before quickly explaining with flowery words.

Master, my husband is in the hollow at the north side of this mountain, plowing the fields with some hired workers. This is food I made for lunch, about to be delivered to those people. It's the harder months of the year, so it's hard to have someone to order about. My parents are in their old age, so I had to deliver the food by myself. Unexpectedly, I came across the three of you coming from afar and was reminded of how much my parents love doing good. That is why I am offering this food to you. If you don't mind, please accept my humble gifts. Sanzang said.

How very kind, how very kind. I do have a disciple who went picking fruit from me, and he's coming back soon. I do not eat it. If we monks ate your food and your husband blames you after learning this, the fault will be laid on this humble cleric, wouldn't it? The woman saw. The town monk. Refusing to eat it. So she put up a cheerful face and said, Oh, Master, the fact that my parents love to offer food to monks is a smaller matter.

My husband is an even kinder man who loves nothing more in his life than to fix bridges and build roads, to care for the elderly and support the poor. Should he learn that the food had been offered to you, Master, his affection from me, his wife, would only grow greater still. Sanzan still would not eat it, much to the frustration of Bazier, who was by his side.

The foal pouted and muttered. There are countless monks in this world. Banana as indecisive like this old monk of mine refuses to take cooked food to share between three people, but insists on waiting for that monkey to come back, so we have to share everything between the four of us. Without explaining, he knocked over the jar with his snout and was about to eat.

And there Singer was from the top of the South mountain. He picked a few Peaches and was holding the bow before somersaulting his way back. As he observed with his fire eyes and golden pupils, he recognized that this woman was a monster spirit. So he put down the bow, wielded the iron rod and aimed straight at her head for a strike.

Terrified, the elder seized him and asked. Who are you coming over to? Hit? Singer answered. Master, don't mistake this woman in front of you for a kind person. She's a monster spirit here to trick you, Sanza said. You monkey head used to have good sight, why are you spilling nonsense now? This Madame Bodizatua has such a kind heart that she's bringing all this food to feed us.

Why did you say she's a monster spirit? Sinja laughed and said. Master, how would you know when Eldersson was living as a fierish monster in the Water Curtain Cave? This is what I would do when I craved human flesh. I would turn into gold and silver grand buildings, a drunk or a beautiful woman.

Those who were naive enough to fall in love with me were lured into my cave. I would have my way with them be esteemed or boiled. The pass we couldn't eat would be dried under the sun and saved for rainy days. Master, should I have come a moment too late, you would have fallen into her trap and she would have finished you off.

The Tang monk would not believe him and insisted that she was a good person. Sincha then said, Master, I know what you're up to. You saw her stunning looks and disturbed your worldly thoughts. If you really do have these desires, just let Bhaji cut a few trees and Shamrock gather some grass. Now be the Carpenter and build a Hut here so the two of you can consummate your business.

Then we will all go separate ways. Now, is that not a merit of its own? Why bother trudging our way to seek some scriptures? The elder had always been the timid and tame type who could not handle words like that. Embarrassed, his bald head turned red from ear to ear. Just when Sanzan was feeling ashamed, Sinja flared up again as he wielded his iron rod and delivered a blow right on the monster spirit's face.

That monster had some tricks up her sleeves. She used the magic of corpse disengaging, so when Singja's rod came for her, she heightened her alert and left before she was hit, leaving behind a fake dead body beaten on to the ground, petrified. The elder was shaking as he muttered. This monkey is indeed unruly.

Disobey me even after I repeatedly told him not to. Now he's taking lives for no reason. Singja said. Master, don't you blame me. Look at what is kept inside these jars for yourself. And so Shamanc helped the elder walk closer to have a look. What was supposed to be some sort of fragrant rice turned out to be a jar full of long maggots dragging their tails, and there was no fried wheat glue neither, but several frocks and toads hopping around. Only then was the elder partially convinced. However, Jubartier couldn't help but feel resentful, so he began casting suspicion by insinuating. Master, speak of this woman.

She is just a local farm girl who only met us on the road because she was delivering food to the fields. Why slander her and call her monster spirit? Big Brother has got a heavy rod. He just came over to try his hand on her once, not knowing he would kill her instead. He was afraid that you would recite that tightening bent spell, which was why he intentionally used tricks to hide the truth. He turned the food into all these things to blind your eyes so you won't recite the spell.

Having heard those words, Sanzang was bound for misfortune, for he indeed bought into the false provocation. And so he made a gesture in his hand before starting to recite the spell in his mouth. Sinjar instantly shouted. My head hurts, my head hurts. Stop reciting, stop reciting. If you have something to say, he just say it.

The town monk said. What is there to say? Those of us who are out of the family must give people convenience at all times and never set your thoughts from kindness. Sweep the floor fearing it would harm the lives of ants and cover lambs with shades out of love for a muff's life. Why are you committing murder every stepped of the way? Have you killed us, innocent commoner? What is the use of scriptures?

Even if we do obtain them? You shall go back? Sinter asked. Master, where are you sending me back to? The town monk said. I do not want you for a disciple anymore, Sinter said. If you don't want me for a disciple, I fear that you cannot reach W heaven. The town monk said. My life is in the hands of heaven.

Should fate have me steam for food by some monster spirit or boiled even, nothing will defeat that destiny. Do you really think you can save me from destined death? Hurry up and go back. Sinjar said. Master, it's fine for me to go back, but I have not returned your favour yet. The town monk asked, What favour is there between us? The great sage heard us and hastily kowtowed, saying because Elderson caused the havoc in heaven, I was doomed to physical punishment and ended up being trapped under the 2 Frontier Mountain by Buddha.

I owe it to Guan Yin Bodizadwa who converted me, and you Master who freed my body. If I don't accompany you to West Heaven, I will be seen as an amoral individual who did not know how to show gratitude, leaving behind an infamous name for all eternity. The Tongue Monk was, after all, a merciful divine monk, seeing Sinjar desperately pleading.

He did change his mind and. Say, if that's the case, I shall forgive you once. Don't you go and roll you again. Should you commit evil like before, I will recite the spell 20 times over. Sinjar said. I'll have no problem if you recited it 30 times. I will not hit anyone again. Only then that he helped the town market mount his horse. He then presented the Peaches he picked. The Tom monk ate a few on the horse just to ease his hunger journey.

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