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第57集：

第58集：

I challenge you to a meditation contest,”

said the Tiger Immortal. “Whoever can

meditate the longest without moving is the

winner.”

Wukong gulped. “I used to meditate a

lot,” he thought. “But I haven’t done it lately.

I’m terrible at sitting still.”

The Tang Monk stepped forward. “I

accept your challenge.”

“Master, are you sure?” asked Wujing.

The Tang Monk nodded. “I’ve spent

many years meditating. This contest will be

easy for me.”

The Tiger Immortal grinned. “This won’t

be an ordinary meditation contest. We will

float in the air and meditate. Can you do

that?”

Now the Tang Monk looked nervous.

But before the monk could answer, Wukong

clapped him on the back.

“Of course the Tang Monk can float in the

air,” the monkey replied.

Then he whispered into the monk’s ear.

“Don’t worry, Master. You just meditate. I’ll

handle everything else.”

“What are you babbling about?” snapped

the Tiger Immortal. “Let’s start the contest.”

The Tiger Immortal and the Tang Monk

went in front of the crowd. They sat down

with their legs crossed and their palms

facing up. They closed their eyes and started

meditating.

After a moment the Tiger Immortal

slowly floated up into the air.

“Uh-oh,” said Bajie. “Master can’t do

that. He’ll lose the contest.”

“Don’t worry,” said Wukong. “He just

needs some help from me.”

The monkey recited a spell and then blew

toward the Tang Monk. The monk lifted off

the ground. His eyes remained closed. Soon

he was floating next to the Tiger Immortal.

“I think Master will win this contest,”

said Wujing.

“I’m pretty good at meditating too,”

said Bajie. “I could have competed in this

contest.”

Wukong smirked. “It would take a lot of

magic to lift you, Bajie.”

The pig snorted.

“Master’s face is twitching!” said Wujing

suddenly.

“Uh-oh,” said Bajie. “I wonder what’s

wrong.”

“Maybe he has a headache,” said Wujing.

“This isn’t good. If the monk moves at all, he

will lose the contest.”

Wukong looked up at the Tang Monk. “I

think he has an itch,” said the monkey. “Wait

here.”

Wukong became invisible and flew up to

the monk. A flea was crawling on the monk’s

head.

“Hmm,” thought Wukong. “Why would a

flea be on the Tang Monk? He has no hair.”

The monkey bit his lip. “The Tiger Immortal

must have used magic to put this flea here.

That rotten cheater!”

Wukong brushed the flea away and

scratched the Tang Monk’s head. The monk’s

face stopped twitching.

“Now I’ll teach the Tiger Immortal a

lesson,” thought Wukong.

The monkey plucked one of his hairs and

turned it into a centipede. He dropped the

centipede onto the Tiger Immortal’s head.

The Tiger Immortal’s ear twitched as

the centipede crawled over it. Then the

centipede crawled along his mouth. The

Tiger Immortal’s lip curled slightly. His nose

wrinkled. Next the centipede crawled on the

Tiger Immortal’s nose. The Tiger Immortal

sniffed. And then . . .

“Ouch!” cried the Tiger Immortal.

“Something bit me!” He lost his concentration

and fell, hitting the ground with a puff of

smoke. When the smoke cleared, a dead tiger

lay on the ground. The crowd gasped.

Wukong and the Tang Monk came back

down.

The crowd was silent. Daoists and

Buddhists all stared at one another.

The monkey cleared his throat. “The

Tiger Immortal was just an evil tiger spirit.

Now that he’s gone, I want you Daoists to

treat the Buddhists kindly. Everybody should

live together peacefully.”

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