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

Li Xuanqing heard that Sun Wukong said to send him back immediately, and he couldn't hear the hostility in it.

He was also extremely jealous of this person who had a similar appearance to him, and when he turned around, he looked proud, "It's getting late now, so I don't want to bother this chivalrous man."

"Since it's getting late, what are you going to talk about under the moon with my master?" Sun Wukong smiled bitterly, "Could it be that you want to change back to its original form and eat him?"

Tang Sanzang's heart skipped a beat, for fear that Li Xuanqing would be angry and blame him.He reprimanded in a low voice, "Wukong, the teacher said that you should not be so rude to the Holy One. You have repeatedly rebelled against the teacher, but you still want to taste the taste of the curse?"

Since the incident of Gu Xiaonian, although he loves and hates this great apprentice, he has not used the magic spell for a long time.It's not pity, but since it is a trump card, it should be used in a critical moment, otherwise it will lose its power.

When Sun Wukong heard Tang Sanzang say the three words "Tightening Curse", his eyelids twitched, his teeth were gritted and trembling, and his eyes were faintly tumbling red.

A trace of annoyance flashed deep in Li Xuanqing's eyes, but no one noticed it.

He half-raised his eyes, "Brother Yu, this Monkey King is your apprentice after all, so it might be inappropriate to criticize him so harshly."

He approached Sun Wukong, and the two had similar faces, looking like a mirror reflecting two sides.

The two looked at each other eye to eye, and the rolling breath was like the cold night in the deep mountains, the wind and snow were quiet.

Li Xuanqing looked straight at Monkey King, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly smiled, "Speaking of which, since that monster brought me here, he must have a plan. Even if you send me back to the palace right now, if you don't get rid of him, you will be killed in the future." He can still catch me a second time and a third time. At that time, there will be no one to save me in the wild, so what should I do?"

Tang Sanzang moved his heart and nodded, "Your Majesty is right." He turned his head to look at Monkey King, "Wukong, we will get rid of monsters and then escort Your Majesty back to the palace."

Sun Wukong looked at him with a half-smile, "Is it me or us?"

Tang Sanzang was dumb for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

He knew why Sun Wukong was so angry, and he expected that no one would be too happy to see someone who looked so similar to him.

With a low voice, he stepped forward and touched the man's head.

"Don't make trouble."

With a little warmth.

Sun Wukong suddenly suffocated his breath, and when he looked up at him, there were too many inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Just like the Guying Jiang sail across the red and dark river, disappearing into the deep.

He clenched his fists and turned his head, "...I see."

In the end, even if the man said a word, even if he was not humbled, he could only promise.

Seeing Sun Wukong's agreement, Li Xuanqing raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, showing the emperor's demeanor in every gesture.

"If you help me get rid of the demon, I will definitely not miss your benefits."

He didn't ask Sun Wukong if he was rare, just like giving someone something he didn't need at all.

Sun Wukong ignored him, turned around, leaned on the haystack and closed his eyes, and shouted in a rough voice, "Sleep!"

Li Xuanqing looked at him with a playful smile gradually appearing on his face.

In the middle of the night, Tang Sanzang gave the only kang in the cave to the little emperor to sleep in. After all, even if the king of a country is alone, he cannot be neglected.He helped Li Xuanqing lay the mat carefully, his eyes were serious when he was doing things, and he focused on every move.

Anyone can see that he cares deeply about this brother Shengshang.

After serving Li Xuanqing on the bed respectfully, he turned around and slept with Monkey King.

Monsters don't need to sleep much, and Monkey King fell asleep just to cooperate with Tang Sanzang, a mortal.

When Tang Sanzang hugged him, he immediately woke up, opened his eyes, and was speechless for a while in the darkness.

"Master."

Tang Sanzang worked all night and was very sleepy. He hugged Sun Wukong's waist and murmured in a daze.

"You held me like Li Xuanqing back then so you could sleep peacefully...Why don't you go find that little emperor right now?"

Sun Wukong's voice was very low, deep into the darkness.

When he said this, it was not a matter of jealousy, and the majestic Monkey King would not lose his face in such a low figure.

It's just... He still couldn't forgive and let go of being used as a substitute for that person.

Holding on to it, like a fishbone stuck in the throat.

Can't go up, can't swallow.

He didn't ask Jin Chanzi or Tang Sanzang to be gentle and pamper him in every possible way, or to take it as the most important thing in his heart.

He just wants to be unique in the eyes of that person.

Just like Lian Jiuzhong is facing Kui Mulang, like a fish monster is comfortable watching each other.Just like Li Xuanqing to Tang Sanzang.Just like the Buddha is to the golden cicada.Just like he was to Bodhi back then.

Rather than... a paper-thin phantom that can be replaced at will.

Tang San hid behind him and slowly fell asleep while his thoughts drifted away. The voice of his answer seemed to pass through a hundred years of wind and dust, and gently murmured away all the dust of nothingness.

"You are you...he is the emperor..."

In the end, the low snoring sound and the drowsy night enveloped the two of them in the haystack like a cocoon.

From the very beginning, he regarded Li Xuanqing as the co-lord of the world, a friend he admired and admired, a real existence that coincided with the figure in the dream, even if he was thinking about it, he always abided by the etiquette, and he dared not and was unwilling to cross the boundary.

To him, Li Xuanqing was an emperor, and in the end he could only be an emperor.

But Sun Wukong is different.

He is like Li Xuanqing, but not like Li Xuanqing either.

All he resembles is himself.He does only himself.

Sun Wukong froze when he heard this, clenched his fists, struggled and hesitated for a long time, finally took a sharp breath, and his soul came out of his body.

He looked at the gloomy Tang Sanzang, paused for a moment, and then went into that man's dream.

He wanted to see what the relationship between Tang Sanzang and Li Xuanqing was in this life.

Why did that person look so similar to him, and why...he was the one he met first in this life.

"Xuanzang, you must be careful when you go out on errands this time."

The old Zen master, with a gray beard and a red and yellow body, clasped his palms together and said Amitabha to Tang Sanzang.

"As a teacher, there are some small spells for self-protection. After you learn them, you must not use them in other ways, let alone pass them on. Do you know?"

Tang Sanzang, who was still a boy, was dressed in white and his head was bald, but his handsome face, which looked like jade, had an extraordinary appearance, absolutely extraordinary.

Only fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys clasped their hands together and nodded, "Disciple would like to follow Master's instruction."

This trip is for Master to exchange Buddhism at Chaoyin Temple in Hezhou. The journey is long and difficult.

Seven days later, after Tang Sanzang learned the spells and packed his bags, Monkey King frowned and followed behind him secretly.Walking out of the Buddhist temple for a mile or two, you enter the market. Looking up, you can see the magnificent palace of Chang'an. Even if you only look at it from afar, the imperial power and influence will be in your heart.

Tang Sanzang seemed to be deaf to hearing and eyes to deaf, carrying a bag and a pair of cloth shoes, and embarked on the vast journey of the loess.How many deserts are passed through, how many lights of thousands of families in the prosperous age, but the calm and indifferent eyebrows and eyes seem to be isolated from the world all the time.

Eat a few mouthfuls of dry food when you are hungry, and drink a few mouthfuls of water when you are thirsty.When it was hot, I recited Buddhist scriptures for a few hours to cool my heart. When it was cold at night, I hugged into a ball and fell asleep against the stone wall.

Sun Wukong just walked with him, through the split night and the burning day.

He doesn't understand.Why a person, a child, can live like an ascetic at a lively and comfortable age.

Back then, under the blessing of Bodhi, he lived freely in Lingtai Mountain, accompanied by flowers, birds, fish and insects, and surrounded by vegetation, mountains and rivers, so he lived a carefree life.But Tang Sanzang...

But it was the complete opposite of him.Since he was sensible, he was a monk, a monk.

Sweep the floor every day, meditate every day, eat vegetarian food every day, do not eat meat, face Buddha statues every day, and listen to Buddhist scriptures.

He is like the most perfect work polished by Buddha in the world.Dedicated to the Tao, bow to each other.

Sun Wukong looked at his back, and slowly, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Under the scorching sun of the loess, it was still as cold as falling into a cold cellar, and my limbs felt cold from the cold.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Tang Sanzang finally arrived at Chaoyin Temple in Linxia County, Hezhou, where incense was flourishing and merchants gathered.The treasure hall stands tall, the brick carvings and paintings are lifelike, and the caves are full of Buddha statues and monk books for Tathagata.

Tang Sanzang passed the hut, entered the Daxiong Hall, talked with the Zen master in the temple for several sticks of incense, and exchanged scriptures and unloaded his luggage, as if he wanted to stay here for a while.Monkey King wandered around the temple silently, and heard several monks sitting in groups discussing Buddhism.

"The Buddha said that the Tathagata's pure and enlightened mind is the highest state of the Pure Land. Those who have cultivated this mind don't care about Bodhi and Nirvana, and it doesn't matter whether they become a Buddha or not. Obsessed."

"Brother, if there is no such thing as becoming a Buddha, how can there be so many Buddhas in the pure land? If there is no such thing as reincarnation, how can there be so many sentient beings in this world?"

Several young novice monks were arguing red-faced, causing Tang Sanzang in the hall to look up.

Sun Wukong saw that person stepping out of the palace. He was dressed in white and had a jade face. Compared with Qinglian, he looked more like a shining scene in the world.

Tang Sanzang looks young, but he has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child, and the Buddha nature is rooted in his body, and he looks like a Zen master in the blink of an eye.

He clasped his hands together and said Amitabha, and said to the two, "You two are not wrong in your theory. However, one focuses on the Mahayana, and the other focuses on the Hinayana."

He looked at the junior brother, "All the illusions of all sentient beings are like empty flowers. You adjudicate the law and stick to yourself, become a Buddha with all your heart, and practice the Hinayana way, and your realm is not as high as your senior brother."

The junior brother came to his senses, his face was reddish, and he lowered his head.

But Tang Sanzang immediately said to his brother, "Although you keep saying that the Tathagata has a pure and enlightened mind, this self-nature is not so easy to achieve. Although your realm is high, it doesn't matter 'existence' or 'emptiness'. You understand the essence of Mahayana deeply. But we also need to know that Mahayana is not a one-day achievement, first cultivate the state where body, mind and language are completely annihilated, and then it is not too late to talk about "existence" and "emptiness."

The elder brother was startled, and was about to refute, but he saw the elders in the hall pacing out, "It's good, good, although you are young, you are familiar with Buddhism, and you have a deep knowledge. I think it must be a great achievement!"

The senior brother was dissatisfied when he heard this, but Tang Sanzang smiled slightly and made a bow, "The elder praised you absurdly. This disciple's Taoism is simple, but he still has distracting thoughts in his heart. When he talks about Buddhism, he is like a firefly burning Sumeru. In the end, he can't grasp it, and he can't enter the Tathagata's Great Hall." The Sea of ​​Silence."

Master Zhukong raised his eyebrows, "Oh?" and said in a deep voice, "I see you, you are indeed gifted with Buddha nature, but I don't know why there is dust in your eyes, and the law is deeply planted. At your age, you shouldn't have such Obsessive obsessions that are as deep as obsessions, excuse me for asking, what are you thinking about... What is it?"

The monk in white clothes stands tall and tall, and the wind blows in the courtyard for a while, and the leaves of the trees sound.

His eyes were like the wind pouring over the wilderness, gloomy and unspeakable.

"There is a person in the heart of the disciple."

He clasped his palms together, and his voice was extremely low, like fallen leaves drifting away, reaching to the ground.

Monkey King was taken aback for a moment, but he heard the man continue talking.

"Disciples often dream of a person in their dreams, but they have no memory or impression, let alone the name of that person, and which family they belong to. They only know that there is a deep entanglement in the front. This time, the master sent his disciples to Chaoyin Temple. I want to take this opportunity to let you, the elder, open up the disciple and get rid of the obsession."

Master Zhukong nodded with a clear expression.

"But what if you meet that person again in this life?"

Tang Sanzang's face was slightly pale, and his body trembled like dust in the wind.

He should have said that he would cut off the roots of dust and turn his whole heart to the Buddha.

He should have said put it all down and forget about it.

But he couldn't speak.

To the Buddha, one cannot lie.

Tang Sanzang closed his eyes, "I don't know."

Elder Zhukong looked at him in front of him, and Sun Wukong looked at him behind him.

Two people, two emotions.

If there is no obsession in the dream, Tang Sanzang may be able to become a Buddha without any worries.

But things backfired.

He who endured asceticism and had no heart in the world was defeated by one person in the end.

And that elder who has already seen through all kinds of situations in the world, how can he not understand the taste of obsession.

He shook his head, his words were meaningful, with a little sense of loss——

"If you don't enter the world of mortals, it's hard to break out of the world of mortals. That's fine. When you meet me, maybe you'll see it."

Having tasted the sufferings of the seven emotions and six desires, this disciple Xu naturally became enlightened.

At that time, Zhukong never thought about why sentient beings still commit crimes and go to hell, knowing that hell is suffering.

Just like when Tang Sanzang met Li Xuanqing and Monkey King later, he made mistakes again and again from the beginning.