[Journey to the West] Those things about me and Master

That day before Guanyin left with the clouds, he dispelled the fresh air of the people in the Tongtian River and the tribal villages, and the nightmare that had plagued them for hundreds of years finally came to an end.

Tang Sanzang and his party packed their bags, and before leaving, they pretended to casually mention to the old village head that there was a family in Baoxiang Country who seemed to be a member of the Luoyue tribe. Unexpectedly, the whole family was massacred overnight. We can see the reason behind it.

The old village head was leaning on crutches, sighing and mourning, saying that because that family fled with their children, the other family had to use their own children to make up the shortfall, so he harbored a secret hatred for chasing him thousands of miles away. .

Tang Sanzang said to Amitabha, "Then may I ask where the murderer is?"

The old village chief shook his head looking at the desolate and empty scene in the tribe.

"When they came back from Baoxiang Kingdom and passed through the Tongtian River, they were swallowed by the river god through the ice, leaving no bones left."

Tat for tat, karma is certain.

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang lowered his head and sighed, "It is said that when one thought of hatred arises, a million barriers will be opened. Hatred is like a raging wind and fire that can blow away the realm and burn down Delin. I will teach you to create evil karma and cause troubles." Three ways." He shook his head, "If you practice Buddhism diligently and stay away from hatred and profit, maybe you won't end up like this today."

The old village head stared at him blankly. He had struggled with blood for half his life, but he unexpectedly opened a door of Buddhism with boundless power in front of him at this time.

Feeling agitated in his heart, he put his palms together and said, "Amitabha."

As if the dawn is approaching, the dawn is getting greener.

This hundred years of fighting has finally come to an end.

Before parting, Fu Yi made a bow to them, saying that he still planned to return to Baoxiang Country to do his parents' old job and do business.

As for the Luoyue tribe, the murders that happened here were too frightening. He dared not and did not want to stay here with this group of clansmen whose hands were stained with blood.

It was another half a month when the young man was escorted back to Baoxiang Country, and then back to Luoyue Department, crossing the Tianhe River.

No one knew that after them, a black figure rushed to the bank of Tongtian River, looked at the turbulent river, and whispered angrily.

"waste!"

At that time, the plum blossoms were blooming, the wind was shaking the mangosteen, and the sun was getting warmer and clearer.Tang Sanzang was riding a white dragon horse on the narrow path, and turned his head to see Monkey King walking beside him with a lazy expression, which he has been inexplicably since that day when Avalokitesvara first appeared.He lowered his eyes halfway and looked at him from the corner of his eye, "But are you tired?"

Sun Wukong carried the Ruyi Stick on his shoulder with one hand, his blond hair was originally soft and bright, but for some reason it was dimmed a little under the sky, and his face was dazed.

Hearing Tang Sanzang's question, he woke up startled and shook his head, "Not tired."

Tang Sanzang tugged at the reins, "So you're thirsty?"

Sun Wukong waved his hand, "I'm not thirsty."

Zhu Wuneng, who was walking behind them, looked at the two of them, snorted, and said in a sour voice, "Master, you are too mean! Senior brother is not tired or thirsty, but we are so tired that our feet are weak and our mouths are coughing." It's going to smoke! Why don't you ask me and Lao Sha?"

Sha Wujing glanced at him, and immediately put the matter aside, "I'm not tired, nor thirsty."

Zhu Wuneng snorted and raised his eyebrows, and secretly grabbed his flesh from behind, the pain caused Sha Wujing to frown immediately.

When he saw the master turned his head, he immediately let go of his hand and kept it behind his back.Tang Sanzang saw it clearly, and looked at Zhu Wuneng with a half smile, "Wu Neng, as a teacher, how do you remember...Among the four of us, you sleep the most, eat and drink the most?"

Zhu Wuneng's heart tightened like a string, he coughed and turned his head to look at the high mountains covering the sky and the sun in the distance, and changed the subject with a calm and calm look, "Cough, what, look! There are rocks over there , and Songjian, alas, God helped me to wait, I found a place to stay today, we can just go to rest and drink some water!"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and stared at the high mountain for a while, only to feel a faint redness, not sure if it was an illusion.

He was quite restless in his heart, churning with strangeness that he couldn't explain clearly.He just thought that since his Monkey King town is here, how dare some little evildoers come here, he shook his head and pointed at the top of the mountain with his stick, "Let's go there to rest tonight, and continue on our way tomorrow. "

When everyone walked along the mountain path and pushed through the grass and thorns all the way to the rock, they saw a dark cave inside, surrounded by deep springs and flowing water outside the cave, which was as clear as a ring.Looking around, the tall trees reach the sky like a roof, and the red plums, green bamboos, green cypresses and green pines are planted in between, which is an elegant and delicate natural scenery.

Zhu Wuneng saw an empty cave, his eyes lit up, and when he saw a rabbit running outside the cave, his eyes sparkled even more, "That's great, we have a place to sleep and a rabbit to eat!"

When Tang Sanzang heard this, he raised his eyebrows and restrained him sharply, "Wu Neng, your skin is itchy again? How many times have I told you not to kill!"

Like a hammer, Zhu Wuneng pursed his mouth, watched the rabbit tremble and slipped away from their voices, and shook his head regretfully, "I've been a vegetarian for so many days, my mouth almost faded like a bird's." gone."

Sha Wujing smiled when he heard that, he looked up at Zhu Wuneng, "Then second senior brother, where is the bird in your mouth?"

Zhu Wuneng was dumb, hummed and patted Sha Wujing's head, his words dragged on, "Old Sha, I don't have birds in my mouth, there are still some elsewhere~"

Sun Wukong was confirming the safety here and set up a transparent barrier.When he passed the two of them with the stick on his shoulders, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing dumbly when he heard the two juniors joking with each other without seriousness.

He found a high rock at the entrance of the cave and sat down, crossing his legs to look at the scenery of the mountains and the clouds in the sky. His mind gradually became blurred with the light in his eyes, drifting with nowhere to stay.

Tang Sanzang packed his bags now, and when he came out of the cave, he saw Sun Wukong in a strange trance, his heart moved, and he walked to his side with light steps, his voice was gentle and low, like water pulse, "What are you thinking?"

"Master?" Sun Wukong was awakened from his contemplation by his call, his brows and eyes were raised in surprise, with a hint of hesitation, but the light reflected in his eyes did not seem to be bright. "How did you come?"

"Why, I can't find you if I have nothing to do as a teacher?" Tang Sanzang raised his hand, landed on his head, and half-rubbed it, rubbing the golden hair that Monkey King was always proud of into a fluffy mess. "I see that you have been distracted all day and don't know what you are thinking. As a master, you should naturally care about your disciples."

Sun Wukong thought that these apprentices all had serious concerns, so why didn't the master come to condolences and care for Lao Zhu and Laosha.

He shook his head, dodging Tang Sanzang's troublesome hands, "I didn't think about it either."

He was silent for a moment, "It's just that I don't know in my heart, the few of us...but we are all going to become Buddhas in the end?"

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang was stunned, he couldn't help but stop his hand, and then slowly retracted it inch by inch like a snail shrinking its shell.

"It should be..." At the end, he couldn't continue, and he pursed his lips with a confused expression.

At the beginning, Li Xuanqing was suffering from the haunting in the palace. In order to save those dead souls, to promote Buddhism, and to consolidate the great Tang Dynasty, he embarked on a long journey of learning.And the Tathagata Buddha also told them that if they succeed in learning the scriptures in the end, the four of them, the master and the disciple, plus the white dragon horse, will also be among the immortals and Buddhas one by one.

Who wouldn't want to become a Buddha or an immortal?What's more, he is such a mortal monk who wholeheartedly seeks the Dharma from the Buddha.

Sun Wukong looked at him, clenched his fists, and loosened his fingers.

"After becoming a Buddha, is it still possible to fall back into sentient beings?"

Tang Sanzang was startled, and his heart sank, "Of course it is impossible to turn back after becoming a Buddha. Have you never heard that sentence? It has been made into real gold, and it can be turned back into ore."

"True gold?" Sun Wukong listened, but shook his head with a half-smile, "But why do I feel that the Buddha is not completely free of distracting thoughts?"

Tathagata sent them to learn scriptures in order to expand Buddhism eastward and promote Buddhism.When he met Jin Chanzi back then, Tathagata obstructed him in every possible way, speaking harshly...

What are these not obsessions?

Thinking about it, Sun Wukong's breathing was rolling like a tide, gradually rushing in and out, the wish stick in his hand was tightly held, and there were red marks on his palm.

Tang Sanzang lowered his expression and shook his head, "All Buddhas have attained a bodhicitta, so how can there still be distracting thoughts? It is because you have blindness in your eyes that you can see the Buddha as if you were blinded."

Sun Wukong sneered, "Since this is the case, why doesn't the Buddha have delusions and obstacles, so that he can see sentient beings as if they were seeing delusions?"

Tang Sanzang was dumb, and raised his hand to pat Monkey King on the head, "You disciple, you are so perverse! If the Buddha can listen to you, I'm afraid you will be a child after another 500 years of imprisonment."

"Do you think I'm afraid of that old Tathagata?" He half-raised his eyebrows, sneered, "If it weren't for my grandson, I was tortured in Wutianjie for 100 years, and my mana only recovered [-]% after I got out, and the old man took gold again." Cicadas are threatening..."

As he spoke, he seemed to have reacted to something, stopped abruptly, and the words stopped abruptly, leaving only the empty Xiaofeng blowing into Yu Zhang's mouth.

Tang Sanzang naturally heard the last two words.

golden cicada.golden cicada.

He looked at Sun Wukong's dazed expression, and remembered Elder Jin Chan that he blurted out that night, and couldn't help frowning a little.The voice was a little cold.

"Say it, why don't you go on?"

Sun Wukong stared at Tang Sanzang's handsome and jade-like face in a daze, except for his expression, he was almost identical to the man in his memory.

He shook his head and closed his lips tightly, "There's nothing to say."

Whenever he talked about his sweetheart, he kept silent, how could Tang Sanzang not see clearly?The so-called Elder Jin Chan occupies a very tight place in his big disciple's heart.

He smiled weakly, "How can there be nothing to say? You just talk about it, what is Elder Jin Chan worth remembering. Huh?"

Monkey King was about to laugh, but his voice was trembling, as if it had been ground by all kinds of sand.

"He's never been anything worth worrying about."

Elder Jin Chan, the second-largest disciple in the Buddhist world, what is there that he will never forget?

Like ice and frost, cold and cold, like the distant moonlight separated thousands of miles away, compared to the gentle and compassionate Guan Yin, he is even colder and colder.

A person like that won't necessarily answer you even if he says ten sentences, and his face will remain indifferent for thousands of years.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, his expression slightly cold.

But after all, he has the same soul as Bodhi, just like Tang Sanzang here and now.

And that person...maybe he was gentle for a moment.

When he was covered with bruises and half dead, he picked his head for him, and he touched his head and sighed softly.

"Why are you so stupid."

It was just such a plain sentence, but it flowed into his dry and cracked heart.

Smooth out the anxious and wrinkled wrinkles that you can't ask for.

Whether it was Bodhi's pampering for half a lifetime, or Jin Chan's tenderness for a moment, he would never forget it for a long time.

Like a traveler walking in the desert, chasing the misty water source like a mirage, even if it means enduring a longer long-distance torment and thirst.

Although he heard what the man said, Tang Sanzang was not a fool after all, he knew that what Sun Wu said was different from what he thought in his heart.After walking this way, experiencing so much greed, hatred, ignorance, love, hatred and desire with his own eyes, the obsession in that person's eyes is like a thorn across his heart, and he can see it more clearly when it penetrates into his heart.

He knew that sometimes Sun Wukong looked at him, but in fact he was thinking of another person he had never known before.

Or his first master, or that Elder Jin Chan.

It really is karma.Tang Sanzang thought.

In those nights, when he held Sun Wukong in his arms, he murmured to Xuanqing in his dream, but now it made him realize the same feeling.

It's like carrying the ups and downs of the tide, stuffing the chest full, but there is nowhere to pour it out, and it is heavy and sore.

He half smiled, his eyes were dark, he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he shook his head and turned away.

Since I want to become a Buddha, I still think about what to do with those useless romances.

But when he was walking by the side of Zhu Sha who were chatting, he didn't know what to think of, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Wu Neng, Wu Jing, I have something to ask you as a teacher."

Tang Sanzang looked straight, turned his head to look at the big apprentice who was squatting on the rock and didn't look this way, then turned to ask, "Do you know who that golden cicada...is?"

When Zhu Wuneng heard this, his eyebrows were raised upside down, and he and Sha Wujing looked at each other in dismay.

He rubbed his chin, "Master, it's not that we don't want to say it, it's just that the Buddha told us not to mention it to you on the way to learn the scriptures."

"What's there to avoid?" Tang Sanzang looked at him with a gentle smile, "I have no enmity with him, so could it be possible to harm him?"

Sha Wujing waved his hands and shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not him, but you, Master."

Tang Sanzang almost couldn't hold the expression on his face, his heart skipped a beat and he felt that it was quite strange.

He tapped his palm with one hand, and walked a few steps, "You don't need to talk about the golden cicada, but what did Wukong say that he was threatened by the Buddha with the golden cicada?"

Zhu Wuneng looked at Monkey King over there from a distance, and the eyes were dark for a moment like an illusion.

Sha Wujing didn't know about that incident 500 years ago, but he experienced it with his own eyes.

Seeing how that man was carrying a Ruyi stick, wearing a golden armor with a pair of locks, and a purple gold crown with phoenix wings on his head.

He roared loudly, "I want to equalize the sky, and the six realms are my feet! I want to burn the sky, but what do gods and Buddhas do to me?!"

The shouts roared and spread to the ten directions and three times, the sky collapsed and the earth crashed, and the hundreds of waves roared, humming endlessly.

It was really a thrilling battle, with the anger and resentment that he suffered from the humiliation of a hundred years, and the madness that he couldn't get what he asked for, and finally became obsessed.

Zhu Wuneng paused, his brows were slightly cold, and his voice was as low as cold water.

"Brother 500 years ago, he made a disturbance in the Heavenly Palace and smashed the Lingxiao Palace. Everyone in the Six Paths and Three Realms knows about this incident. But few people know." He shook his head, "In that battle, half of him was for gold. It was a cicada."

"You mean..." His lips and teeth seemed to be sticky, and he couldn't speak, "He made troubles in the Heavenly Palace... because of that golden cicada?"

"Yes and no."

Zhu Wuneng pursed his lips and looked up at Tang Sanzang with a complex expression.

"Resentment is the root, golden cicada is the guide. His demon nature has been planted from the very beginning."

Maybe it was when I met Jin Chan.Maybe it was when I met Bodhi.Or maybe as early as the birth of Lieshi, he was doomed to take root in his demonic nature.

Tang Sanzang turned his head and glanced at the man who should have been rebellious but was silent now.

That elder He De He Neng.

Is it worth it to be crushed under Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years for that person?

【—He has never had anything worthy of my concern. 】

Obviously he can see clearly, why is he still blind...

All the way to the dark?

There are enough blind people in this world.

Don't add to the night.

When the sky was dark, the four masters and apprentices lit a fire at the entrance of the cave, and the white dragon horse was tied aside to eat grass.

The fire was burning, reflecting the faces of the people, bringing a bit of heat to them.

Tang Sanzang watched Sun Wukong throwing logs into the bonfire intently, and every time he glanced down a few times, then raised his head and continued to look casually.

At the beginning, because of the too similar faces of Sun Wukong and Li Xuanqing, he resisted him from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help approaching him. After some complications, because of that person's violent temper, he naturally disliked him everywhere.

But now that he has gone all the way, for some reason, he always feels that no matter how much he looks at this person, he can't get enough of him.

Like the blood-colored dusk, like every sunset like the end, there is a kind of perverted beauty that pulls people to fall together under the thrilling.

Monkey King noticed his gaze, raised his head and looked at each other through the flames, "Look at what I am doing."

Zhu Wuneng stroked his chin and laughed playfully, "Oh~ Naturally, it's because you look good, Senior Brother."

Sun Wukong's face turned dark, and he threw an elbow at Zhu Wuneng, causing the man to howl in pain.

"I, what did I say wrong... Is it possible to say that you look ugly, senior brother?!"

Monkey King gouged him out coldly, motioning to shut up.

He got up and patted the firewood residue on his hands, "I'll go around to see if there are any omissions in the enchantment."

Zhu Wuneng thought that the elder brother escaped really fast, but unexpectedly Tang Sanzang got up suddenly at this time, "Then I will go and collect some firewood as a teacher."

After all, the two walked side by side into the distance with a distance of not too far.

And Sha Wujing, who was coming back from urgency, looked at the two people's backs fading into the darkness, and asked casually, "What are Master and Senior Brother doing?"

Zhu Wuneng flipped the firewood indifferently, raised his eyebrows, "It's dark and windy in this wilderness, what else can you do besides fighting in the field."

Sha Wujing stared wide-eyed: "???"