Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

"Wukong, Bajie, Wujing... Holy Monk."

Meanwhile, amidst the blue sky and white clouds, a ray of golden light pierced the air and abruptly stopped above Jiajiazhuang, revealing two figures.

Sun Wukong smiled and looked at Huang Mei, who had spoken, and asked, "Big brother, what brings you here?"

Huang Mei landed slowly on a golden cloud, glanced at Sanzang, and replied softly, "My master sent me a message saying that Sanzang is in trouble and asked me to come and help."

Sun Wukong blinked, and based on the look the other person gave the monk, he immediately guessed the truth and said with a double meaning, "You know the whole story?"

Huang Mei nodded: "I know what I should know and what I shouldn't know."

Furthermore, Holy Monk, let me speak frankly to you, although I'm here, I truly have no ideas whatsoever.

Sanzang silently licked his lips and said softly, "I asked the three sisters about their requirements for choosing a husband. They generally have three points: handsome, noble, and without parents..."

Huang Mei's heart sank, but he pretended to suddenly realize something: "I understand now, so those three sisters have taken a liking to you, Holy Monk."

Sanzang was dumbfounded.

What is that?

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up slightly: "That's it, that's it. Master has an excellent appearance and is the Imperial Brother of the Tang Dynasty. The key is that he has no parents. Those three sisters are obviously following Master's conditions."

Enraged, Tripitaka shouted, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Sun Wukong looked completely innocent and spread his hands, saying, "May I ask, Master, what did I say wrong?"

Sanzang: "..."

Pigsy said sourly, "Master gets all the good things; how unfair is fate!"

Sanzang's lips twitched, and he said:

"The resolve to become a monk is extraordinary; he has torn down the old hall of love and affection."

External things do not cause idle gossip; the body itself has a healthy balance of yin and yang.

Having accomplished his mission and fulfilled his duties, he ascended to the imperial court; having seen his true nature and attained enlightenment, he returned to his hometown.

Better to stay at home and indulge in gluttony, only to fall into a stinking, decaying body in old age.

Bajie, oh Bajie, if we're talking about good things, becoming a monk is the greatest good thing of all.

Fame, fortune, wealth, and beautiful women are nothing but fleeting clouds.

Pigsy: "..."

Just kidding, why are you reacting so strongly?

"Indeed, indeed," Huang Mei nodded, "This poem is truly excellent."

Sanzang was startled: "Oh no!"

He was originally teaching his apprentices, but unexpectedly, it resonated with Huang Mei.

Realizing that the situation would inevitably spiral out of control if the conversation continued, Sanzang suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, since we're already here, we should meet the host family."

Huang Mei smiled enigmatically, cupped his hands, and said, "Please, Holy Monk, introduce me..."

Sanzang couldn't understand his smile, so he could only pretend nothing had happened and led everyone from the front yard to the front of the inner courtyard.

Looking around, one sees a flowerbed where Lady Jia, dressed in a brocade green silk jacket with gold thread and a bright yellow embroidered skirt, looking extremely elegant, is sitting with her three beautiful daughters, admiring the flowers, drinking tea, and basking in the sunlight...

"Greetings, Madam!" Sanzang called out.

Four pairs of beautiful eyes looked over in unison, then immediately fixed on Huang Mei.

Madam Jia suddenly stood up, her face beaming with joy, and asked, "Holy Monk, who is this distinguished guest?"

Sanzang introduced, "This is the Lord of Little Western Paradise, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King!"

Madam Jia asked, "Little Western Paradise?"

Sanzang nodded: "According to what Wukong said, it is a kingdom in the mountains, where the Yellow-Eyebrowed King holds a position equivalent to a monarch."

Madam Jia exclaimed in surprise, "I never imagined you would be so distinguished..."

As she spoke, she suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled, "Your Majesty, what do you think of my three daughters?"

Huang Mei's gaze swept over Zhenzhen, Aiai, and Lianlian in turn, and he nodded with a smile: "They are all good-looking and worthy of Sanzang."

Madam Jia: "..."

Guanyin: "..."

Sanzang forced a smile and deliberately changed the subject: "Madam Jia, do you think it would be possible to arrange accommodations for them as well?"

"sure."

Madam Jia immediately summoned a maid and ordered her to take Huang Mei and Su Su to choose rooms.

After they left, Guanyin immediately turned to Lady Jia in front of Sanzang and the others and said, "Mother, I really like this king."

Madam Jia smiled and asked, "Aiai, Lianlian, what about you two?"

The two women exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Me too!"

"May God protect us, Amitabha."

Madam Jia clasped her hands together, feeling extremely fortunate. She then said to Sanzang, "Then I'll trouble the Holy Monk to act as matchmaker."

Sanzang said, "To be honest, his devotion to Buddhism is equally firm, and this humble monk dares not make any guarantees."

Madam Jia said, "As the saying goes, anything is possible with human effort, and I believe the Holy Monk can certainly accomplish it!"

That night.

Sanzang silently made many mental preparations before arriving outside Huangmei's room and knocking on the door.

"What's up?" Huang Mei asked bluntly.

Sanzang pointed to the room: "Can we go inside and talk?"

Huang Mei nodded, stepped aside, and closed the door behind him after the other person entered.

Sanzang turned around and said, "Zhenzhen, Ai, and Lianlian all like you very much."

Huang Mei chuckled: "So?"

"Therefore, I have a plan," Sanzang said sincerely.

"Tell me about it." Huang Mei already had a guess in mind, but he didn't pretend to be an expert.

Sanzang said, "People often have all sorts of wonderful fantasies about things they want but can't get, but when they actually get them, they find that they're not that great."

In order to stop Lady Jia from contemplating suicide and to stop the three sisters from having all sorts of unrealistic fantasies, I would like to ask you to have a fake marriage with the three sisters, to shatter their illusions with reality, and finally end up with a peaceful divorce.

In this way, the three sisters recognized reality and would no longer insist on marrying the same man.

And when they each marry, Lady Jia's inner turmoil will be resolved, and everyone will be happy.

"A happy ending for everyone?" Huang Mei couldn't help but chuckle. "Did you overlook something?"

"What did you overlook?" Sanzang asked.

Huang Mei pointed back at himself: "I miscalculated! Marriage is one of the five fundamental precepts of Buddhism. If I get married, how is that different from voluntarily returning to secular life?"

Furthermore, you said you wanted the three sisters to face reality—what reality? Did you want me to become a bad person?

Sanzang said, "This is fake, a fake marriage. If anyone asks, I will explain it to you."

Wukong, Wuneng, and Wujing can also prove it.

As for reality... I'm not asking you to be the bad guy, just make them realize that married life isn't as wonderful as they imagine.

"No way, no way!" Huang Mei waved his hands repeatedly. "Does having mud on your crotch explain that?"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Sanzang knew he had to offer some benefit in exchange.

Otherwise, how can you persuade the other party with just empty words?

"Huang Mei, I have a question."

"Speak your mind!" Huang Mei stared intently into his eyes, waiting to see what kind of witty remarks he would come up with.

"This time, I invited you here, but in the past, you never asked for my opinion every time you interfered with my journey to the West."

I want to know, have you asked Guanyin Bodhisattva for her opinion, or have you asked the Buddha for his opinion?

In other words, it's about whether or not permission has been obtained.

"There are so many disciples on Mount Ling, why aren't the other disciples like you?" Sanzang said slowly.

Huang Mei narrowed his eyes: "What exactly are you trying to say?"