
Journey to the West - An Audio Drama Series· Folge 56
Journey to the West - Chapter 27 Part 2
Freitag, 16. Mai 2025 · 21 min
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Details are in the descriptions. Thank you. Journey to the. West, an audio drama series. Chapter 27, Part 2 We now speak of the monster spirit who ascended into the air, narrowly escaping death. It turned out that blow from Xinjo did not kill her, and she managed to get out by withdrawing her spirit in the clouds. She gritted her teeth and spitefully cursed Xinjo. For some years I have only heard rumors about how incredibly powerful he is.
Now I know those were not mere rumours. That Tongue monk could not tell my identity and was about to eat my food. If he had only so much as lowered his head for a smell, I would have snatched him and made him mine, wouldn't I? How little did I anticipate that he would come over and wreck my plan, and I almost got a blow from his rot. If I simply spare this monk, I would have laboured in vain. I shall go again and trick him once more. Splendid master.
She descended from ghostly clouds and came to the front of the hill before shaking her body and turning into an old woman reaching the age of 80. She had a bamboo walking stick with a curved handle as she walked forward step by step, crying aloud. Bazir saw her and said in panic. Master, this is terrible that mother is here looking for her.
The town monk asked. Who is she looking for? Razi answered. The girl elder brother killed must be her daughter. This must be her mother here searching for her. Singja said. Don't you spell nonsense brother. That Lady was 18 and this old woman is at. Least 80. How is she giving birth at the age of 60? This must be a fake.
Allow Eldersson to go have a look. Splendid Singja in wide strides. He approached to have a better look. That monster had transformed into a fake granny with her hair snowy white, walking slowly. Her steps were shaky and uncertain, skinny to the bone. Her face wrinkled like a withered vegetable leaf.
Cheekbones faced up, but her lips pointed down, not quite like her younger days at such a age. As folds and creases ran down her face, Sinjo recognized that she was a monster spirit. Not bothering with discussion, he raised his rod and struck right on the head. The monster saw the rod go up, so she heightened her spirits again and withdrew her spiritual form before making the escape.
The faith corpse, on the other hand, was once again beaten to death by the Mountain Rd. The Tongue monk witnessed what happened and became so shocked he fell off the horse lying on the roadside. He spoke no other word, but recited the tightening band spell 20 times over. Poor Xinjo, whose head was squeezed into a narrow waist gourd, was put under unbearable pain.
Rolling over, he begged in desperation. Master, stop reciting, just say what you have to say. The tongue monk said. What is there to say? Those who have left the family shall listen to kind words with their ears, so they don't fall into hell. I went out of my way to talk you out of here. You only went on to kill again, killing one commoner after another. How do you explain that?
Singja answered. She's a monster spirit, the town monk said. This monkey is making things up. Where do you even find this many master spirits? You are nothing but someone whose heart has no interest in kindness yet whose mind is eager to do evil. You need to go, Singja said. Master, you're sending me away again. I can certainly do that, but.
There is one. Problem. The town monk asked. What problem do you have? Batya interrupted. Master, he wants to split the luggage. With you he's. Been a monk with you for a few years now. There is no way he will leave empty handed. Just take out some old shirts or worn our hats from your bags and give him a couple. Sing to her this and jumped in fury, shouting, You stuffed creature with a cursed mouth.
Elderson has always lived by the Rose of Buddhism without a single thought of envy or greed. Why would I desire part of the luggage? The town monk said. If you are neither envious nor greedy, why won't you go? Singto answered. To be honest with you, Master, some hundreds of years ago, Elderson was living as a hero in the Water Curtain Cave on the Mountain of Flower and Fruit.
I subdued evil monsters from 72 caves and commanded 47,000 IMS under me. I wore a Violet gold crown on my head and a robe of yellow ochre. The belt on my waist was decorated with jade produced in LAN Tien, and on my feet were cloud treading shoes holding my compliant golden hood rot. I was certainly somebody once. Ever since I went through Navan and was saved from my sins, I was shaved and committed myself to the Buddhist religion. I became your disciple and had this golden band tied around my head.
If I go back looking like this, it would be hard to face the folks back home. Master, if you are determined to get rid of me, please recite a loosening band spell so I can take off this band. I'll return it to you so you can put it on someone else's head. I'm happy to do that just to commemorate our time together. Are you going to deny me even this little bit of kindness? Astonished the town monk said Wukong, I only receive in secret a scroll for the tightening band spell from Bodhisattwa. There was no loosening band spell, Sinta said. If you don't have the loosening band spell, then take me along with you.
Still without a better choice, the elder said. Do get up, I shall forgive you one more time. You absolutely cannot kill again, Sinta said. I dare not, I dare not do that again. And so he helped his master mount the horse before clearing their way forward. We now speak of that monster's spirit. It turned out that the second blow by Singjo once again failed to kill her in mid air.
The monster couldn't help but praise. What a fine monkey king. He has indeed got the eyes. I made such thorough transformations and yet he still recognizes me. These monks are heading out fast. Once they cross this mountain and go for another 40 westward, the land will no longer be my territory. If some monster from elsewhere snatched him instead, it would be a case of other people laughing till their mouths split.
While my own heart breaks into pieces. I shall go down again to trick them. Splendid monster. Summoning ghostly wind, she shook her body on the hill and transformed into an elderly man. He really had a head full of white hair, with ringing ears and dimming eyes. Holding a walking stick and wearing a light robe, he was clutching beads.
While reciting Buddha scripture. The Tang monk saw him as he was riding on the horse and said in the light, no more, meet up. The West is truly a blessed land. That old man can barely walk on the road, yet he was still reciting scriptures. Bazier said. Master, don't compliment him just yet, that's the root of trouble for you. The town monk asked.
What do you mean? Bazier said. Sing to murder his daughter before killing his old lady, and here comes her old man looking for his family. If we happen to bump into him Master, you will pay with your life and be sentenced to death. Oh, the boy is your accomplice and will get banished to labour in the military.
Shamonk takes your orders so he will be sent to work at a remote Courier station. That Xinjo will simply use some escape magic to get away while the three of us are left behind suffering in his place, won't he? Xinjo heard this and said. You foolish piece of wood, quit blabbering nonsense. Are you trying to scare master?
Then Alderson, go have a look. He hit the rod on his side before walking up to greet the monster calling elderly gentlemen, where are you heading? Why walk? While reciting scriptures? That monster's spirit misread what lay before her and thought Gray Sage soon was as gullible as the rest, so she answered.
Oh Elder, this old man's family has lived in this place for generations. I have been devoted to doing good and feeding amongst my entire life, always reading scriptures and humming Buddhist teachings. I was destined to have no son in life and just have one young daughter for whom I found a son-in-law.
She left this morning to deliver food to the fields, but I fear she fell into the mouth of a tiger. My aged wife first came out to search for her but never returned. I don't know where they are, so the Soul man specifically came out to look for them. If indeed their lives were harmed, then I have no choice but gather their remains and bury them properly in a grave.
Xingja sneered and said. I am the ancestor of pranks. Did you think you can trick me by hiding a ghost in your sleeves? You can fool the others, but you cannot fool me. I know you are a monster spirit. Terrify that monster spirit, when Speechless wielding his rods, seemed to contemplate it to himself.
If I don't hate them, it would seem like they successfully pulled a prank. If I do hate them, I fear Master would recite that spell again. But then he thought, if I don't beat them to death now, and they find an opportunity to snatch Master away, wouldn't I have to make all the effort to save him again now? Just beat them, then kill them with one blow. And when Master recites that spell, there's the proverb saying even vicious tigers will not eat their own cups. With my pretty words in smooth charisma, I'll convince him to put this aside.
Splendid grace sage. He recited spells to summon the local tullery of soil as well as mountain guardians before saying, This monster spirit has now thrice appeared to trick my master. This time I will certainly beat them to death. All of you shall be my witness in midair, and none is allowed to leave.
The gods heard his orders, and who would dare disobey with them on guard in the clouds, Grace Sage raised his rod and struck on the monster. Only then did the monster's magical light go off. The Tongue Monk was on the horse when he was once again frightened to the point of shaking and becoming speechless. Bhatia stood on the side and laughed again. Find Sinjar off with your madness, and we've been on the road for half a day, and you already murdered three people. The Tang monk was just about to recite the spell again, when Sinjar rushed towards the horse and caught. Master, don't recite it, don't recite it yet, Come see for yourself what they look like.
And lying there was a pile of pink skeletal bones. Shocked, the Tang monk asked Wukong the man had only just died, and how did he turn into a pile of bones already? Sinjo explained. This is a demonic corpse here to deceive and make trouble, to seduce and corrupt your souls. Once I beat her to death, she revealed her true form.
Look at that rod of characters on her spine. Baigoufuran, Madam White Bone. The tongue mug heard this and was becoming rather convinced, but Bazier just had to slander from the sigh suggesting master. His hands are heavy and wrought very vicious. He beat the person to death with fear that you will recite that spell.
That's why he purposely made these. Transformations to. Fool you, the tongue monkey indeed has soft ears and chose to believe him again, so he began reciting the spell once more. Sinjo could not bear the pain, so he knelt by the road and shouted. Stop reciting, stop reciting, just hurry up and say what you have to say, the tongue monk said Monkey head, one more is there to say.
Those who are out of the family do good like grass in a spring garden. You never see it grow, but every day it is more than it was before. Those who do evil are like a stone used to sharpen knives. You never see it, brick, but every day it is less than it was before. Here in this desolate wilderness, you murder three people in a row.
No one will bring a case against you or argue in opposition. Should you go into a city where people gather and use that morning stick of yours to wildly beat around with no regard for good and evil? In that case of extreme trouble, how will I ever get away? You need to leave. Sinha said. You wronged me, Master.
This creature clearly is a monster. She was determined to hurt you, I beat her to death to wipe the thread away for you. But you will not acknowledge that and instead believe that full slander and mockery, banishing me several times. As the saying goes, you shouldn't have to do the same thing three times.
If I insist on staying, that would be quite obscene and shameless of me. I'll go, I'll go, I can show myself out just fine, but you will have no one serving under you. The Tangmong said in anger, the sun rolling monkeys getting more rude. It seems not only you are considered somebody, but Wu Nung and Wujing are not. The Great Sage heard him suggest that the other two were somebodies and couldn't help but feel rather melancholic. He then said to the Tang monk.
How's that? This is when you left Cheng An at the time you had Liu Bujin escort you. On your way, you arrived at 2 Frontier Mountain and freed me. That was how I made you my master. I have penetrated ancient caves and entered deep forests, snatching demons and capturing monsters. Bazia was subdued before Shamak joined us too.
We have gone through countless difficulties along the way, but today you are pretending to be dim while your mind is as clear as it gets. All you want is to send me away. This truly is a case of hiding your bows once no birds are left to shoot, then cooking the hound once all the Rapids are dead.
Fine, fine, very fine, But the tightening pan spell remains. The Tang monk said. I will not recite it again. Singja said. That's hard to tell. Should you ever find yourself helpless in a place of monstrosity and suffering when neither Basi nor shaman can save you, you will think of me again. Then you will be able to help but recite that spell again. Even when I'm 100 thousandly away, my head will still hurt as a result.
If I have to see you again like that. Wouldn't it be better if you never made this decision in the 1st place? The town monk saw him mumbling and became increasingly irritated, so he rode off his saddle and got off the horse before telling Shawmunk to take paper and brush out from the luggage. They then collected water from the streams and ground ink on a stone. Having written a letter of banishment, he handed it to Singjua telling him monkey head take. This as a.
Certificate showing that I do not want you as my disciple anymore. Should we see each other again, I shall fall into the hell of Avicii. Sinja hastily accepted the letter of banishment before saying. Master, no need to swear, Alderson will be gone. He folded the letter and kept it in his sleeve before gently telling the town.
Monk Master, it's truly been a journey following your steps. I was lucky to have bodies, artwork on my way only to abandon the journey halfway today without receiving a fruit of merit. Please sit down and accept my bows so I can leave in peace. The tongue monk turned away and refused to pay attention to him as he muttered to himself.
I am a good monk. I will not accept courtesy from an evil person like you. The great Sage saw him turn away, so he did the trick of body beyond body, pulling 3 hairs from the back of his head. He blew divine air onto them before saying change. Instantly they transformed into 3 Sinjos, making a total of 4 when you add the original 1 surrounding their master from all four directions they prostrated to him. The elder had nowhere to escape, so he was forced to accept the bow in the end.
The great sage then jumped up and shook his body, retrieving the hairs. He then instructed Shamonk. My wife's younger brother, you are a good man, but you have to pay attention to Bazier's flowery nonsense. Be very careful on your way. If some monster spirit took Master away for the time being, just say Elder son is his eldest disciple. Those lousy monsters in the West knew my prowess and would not dare hurt my master, the town monk said. I am a good monk.
I will not mention the name of an evil person like you. Do leave now, won't you? The great sage saw the elder refusing to change his mind no matter how he tried, so he had no choice but leave. Look at him. In tears, he kowtowed to bid farewell to the elder. In grief. He made sure a Shah monk received his instructions with care.
At first, he burst into a patch of grass by the slope. With full feet, he kicked creeping vines into the air, up into the skies and down on earth. He could travel like a turning wheel, crossing seas and flying over mountains, a capability no one shared. In no time he was gone without a trace. Within moments, swiftly returning on the way, he came.
Look at him, holding back his grievance as he left his master. As he unleashed his somersault cloud. He made his way straight back to the Water Curtain Cave, a mountain of flower and fruit. He was alone with his bitter misery when he suddenly heard the noise of water. The Great Sage looked down from mid air and realized it was the turning tides of the East Sea. Seeing that reminded him of the Tang Monk again, and he couldn't help but cry tears down his cheeks. He had to stop the cloud and pause his steps, only resuming his journey after a long time.
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